Characters of the Town (OOC)

[Flabbicus]

Desiderius / ‘Poe’ the Raven

Race: Human and Common Raven
Class: Savant / None
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Temperament: Solemn, passive, and withdrawn. / Congenial, peckish, and accepting
Age: Looks to be in his late 30’s / 19 years old
Height: 6’ 8” / 3 feet
Weight: 170 lb. / 8 lb.
Hair color: Thick and unruly black hair / Black
Skin: Dark and craggy
Eye color: Piercing green / Black
Equipment: None

[Description]

A preternaturally tall and swarthy man steps out of an alleyway. One would probably notice the inky-black tear in reality in aforementioned alleyway, which manages to stand out despite the surrounding darkness. Glancing over at an empty lot he spreads out his hands like a conductor.

He begins to move his hands rapidly, and the ground raises in time to his waving. Pillars of earth rise into the air, more than a few bones can be seen beneath the


[Backstory]
Away with thee!

[Common Knowledge]
- Dude is nuts.
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Welk

Race: Outsider (Half Outsider Black wyrm)
Class: None
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Temperament: He tries to be nice, but there's a limit. He's not overtly evil, there's only that much he can do in this form.
Age: 190
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 260 lb..
Hair color: None
Skin: None showing
Eye color: One purple cyclopean glowing eye
Equipment: His armor, and that nice looking white scarf

[Description]

*Clank, clank, clank*

A tall man, topping off at six foot four, shoulders his way into the tavern. At least, you would assume it's a man, for he's covered from head to toe in dark and pointed armor. Beneath the "V" of his black horned helm you can make out a bit of his face, the purple glowing cyclopean eye amidst the darkness. Oddly, he's wearing a long white scarf around his neck, which glows with a muted brilliance. Tendrils of purple energy drift out from beneath the crown of his helm all the while.

He just sort of stands there, by the door, his single eye jerking from side to side, scanning the tavern's occupants. A dark halo bobs up and down above his head.

[Backstory]
There once was a cleric named Ventem, he didn't like our protagonist Welk's reign of terror along the countryside, but soon learned that he couldn't kill the darn thing. Some prophesy or another claimed he would live for a few hundred odd years, and he was only fifty.
So vile Ventem trapped poor old Welk in a shell which dulled his powers. But wily Welk bit back, and Ventem was likewise weakened and stuck in a suit of his own.

[Common Knowledge]
- Supposedly some ancient, evil harbinger of darkness
- While he may be evil he's not stupid, he's not particularly interested in wanton murder.

[Notes]
- He talks a big talk but he's not really as powerful as he appears.

[Ongoing Storyline]
- Getting that damnable scarf off of his neck.

[Pandaren]

FINALLY. decided to post up my char's, order of creation.

Pandaren
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Pandaren:

[Stats and Description]
Race: Pandaren
Class: Monk/Drunken Master/Wizard
Alignment: Lawful Good
Temperament: Calm, rational,
Age: 1073
Height: 6’ 8",
Weight: 650 lb., estimate
Hair Color: Black'n'White
Skin: Black'n'White fur, pinkish skin underneath.
Eye color: Black
Equipment: Staff of Pandaren(artifact, not to be confused with staff of fire etc.), many portable pockets containing objects such as many multi-use staffs, katana, Sword of Light-Sword of Dark(attached to each other with golden chain), Ragnarok(Double-bladed greatsword, also artifact.)

Description:
A tall black and white furred panda-humanoid. Pandaren. Wears only a red vest. Carries staff usually. Or double-bladed greatsword.

"Wizard-y Mode" :
Pandaren's "spell" mode, saggy crimson robes, crimson scarf, and his staff changes into an oak staff with a large red orb on it.
"Ninja-Mode" :
Completly black, tunic, breeches, etc., equips a black bandolier with daggers and either dual-katanas or his greatsword.
"Fight-Mode" :
Wearing completly black, spiked, Warped, shadowy fullplate armor. He only wields Ragnarok in this form. Very destructive.

[Backstory]


[Common Knowledge]
-Nothing's really "commonly" known about him, is there.

[Notes]
Please read before attacking, Pandaren is under the affect of many permanent protective spells, they are in three different categories, the first is spells he cast and made permanent via a permanency spell, the second is abilities granted to him by either being a Pandaren or learning the greater disciples of his martial arts, and the third are spells that are automatically cast on him when he is attacked or enters a combat situation.

First Category:
Resistance
Mage Armor
Shield
Feather Fall(at will)
Protection from Arrows
Fly
Nondetection
Globe of Invulnerability
Stoneskin
Shadowalk

Second Category (Natural or Martial):
Detect Poison
Detect Magic
Read Magic
Endure Elements
Expeditious Retreat
Comprehend Languages(supressed by Tongues)
Detect Secret Doors
Detect Undead
Jump
Spider Climb
Tongues
Detect Scrying
Passwall
True Seeing
Mind Blank
Protection from Spells
Shapechange

Third (or "Combat"):
True Strike
Burning Hands
Magic Weapon
Bear's Endurance
Bull's Strength
Cat's Grace
Fox's Cunning
Owl's Wisdom
Eagle's Splendor
Haste
Displacement
Blur
Keen Edge Blink
Heroism, Greater

[Ongoing Storyline]

Blue
-"Booze?"

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(Blue's on right in....blue)
Blue:

[Stats and Description]
Race: Pandaren
Class: Monk/Drunken Master/Sorcerer
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Temperament: Very tempermental, irrational, quick acting,
Age: 1060
Height: 6’ 8"
Weight: 582 lb.
Hair Color: Black'n'White
Skin: Black'n'White fur, pink skin underneath.
Eye color: Black with the tiniest, tinier than a period, blue pinpoints.
Equipment:

Description:
Tall black and white furred panda-humanoid. Pandaren. Wears only a blue vest. Usually carries a small, five-gallon barrel under his arm.

[Backstory]


[Common Knowledge]

[Notes]

[Ongoing Storyline]

Elessil
-"Nobody said I was nice"

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Elessil Zimran:

[Stats and Description]
Race: Human Lycanthrope
Class: Sorceres/Pyromaniac
Alignment: (Very)Chaotic Good
Temperament:
Age: 19
Height: 5'10"
Weight: between 90-120 lb.
Hair Color: Red
Skin: Caucasian, pale.
Eye color: Red
Equipment: Switchblade, egg

Description:
Very good looking not overly attractive, just cute, the kind of girl you wanna take home tuck in and kiss goodnight, usually seen wearing normal jeans and a black hoodie. Always carries a small red egg around with her.

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[Common Knowledge]


[Notes]

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[Pandaren]

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[Stats and Description]
Race: Pandaren
Class: Ex-Paladin/Assasin/Blackguard
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Temperament: Very, very, short-tempered
Age: 1074
Height: 6’ 7"
Weight: 434 lb.
Hair Color: Black'n'White
Skin: Black'n'White fur, pink skin underneath.
Eye color: Purple
Equipment: Sickle of Aman-Rah(actually a kusari-gama),

Description:
She is an average sized pandaren, wears a purple tunic with purple pants. Has several weapons hanging off her, has a hood attached to her tunic, also purple. Pretty good-looking, even to humans.

[Backstory]

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[Notes]

[Ongoing Storyline]

Kerry Blant
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Kerry Blant

[Stats and Description]
Race: Half-Changeling
Class: Sorcerer
Alignment: Good
Temperament: Very slow-acting, exept in dangerous situations, clueless about most things, socially impaired(not insane, just really nice, but kinda slow[not mentally impaired])
Age: 23
Height: 6'11"
Weight: 136 lb.
Hair Color: Jet-black
Skin: Really-Really-Pale
Eye color: Dark-Green, lightly grey
Equipment: Rapier,

Description:
Pretty Tall, Wears a black cloak with black tunic/pants underneath, deep red ruby clasp on cloak, belt with deep-red rapier in a sheathe.

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[Ongoing Storyline]
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Them, all of them, well not all, some.

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A group people grouped together for some reason....
They are currently under control of the Police Station and a few other lawful bastions.
L

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Name unknown, refered to as L(No, no, not that L), appears to be the leader of..them.

[Stats and Description]
Race: Half-Changeling
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Lawful Nuetral
Temperament: Very calm, reacts only after thinking about the situation.
Age: 48
Height: 6’ 1"
Weight: 157 lb.
Hair Color: Black
Skin: Changeling-looking, pale,
Eye color: Blue-green.
Equipment: Flaming, Unholy, Axiomatic, Evil, Electric, Fire Elemental Power, (double-bladed) rapier,

Description :
Kind of average looking, if it weren't the fact that he wears all black-clothing with a black cape(with a large B in crimson on it), and is usually followed by at least three guys wearing similar outfits.

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Cane

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Another one of the members of them, appears to be the right hand man of L.
[Stats and Description]
Race: Diclonius
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Lawful Nuetral
Temperament:
Age: 52
Height: 5’ 11"
Weight: 136 lb.
Hair Color: Red
Skin: Slightly brown.
Eye color: Brown.
Equipment: Flaming Rapier,

Description :
Wears completly black clothing(tunic, breeches, etc.) with a large B on the back(similiar to L except on his back, he doesn't wear a cape), most distinctive feature is the lack of ears, not very noticable due to longer-than-average hair, but he has two small horns on either side of his head.

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[Notes]

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Damascus

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Just another one of them..
[Stats and Description]
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Temperament:
Age: 32
Height: 6’ 7"
Weight: 154 lb.
Hair Color: Purple
Skin: Slightly brown.
Eye color: Purple
Equipment: Flaming Rapier,

Description :
Wears completely black clothing(tunic, breeches, etc.), with a large B on the back, purple-haired, purple-eyed, second tallest member of the B squad.

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[Notes]

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Aryoril

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The only female member of them.
[Stats and Description]
Race: Half-Drow
Class: Sorceress
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Temperament:
Age:
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 117lb.
Hair Color: Really light black, grey-ish.
Skin: Purple.
Eye color: Grey-blue
Equipment: Flaming, Unholy Rapier,

Description :
Wears completely black clothing, also wears a cape, with a large crimson B on the back of course.

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[angelusmichael]

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[FoE]

Name: Gunther Halvorson
Race: Ghost (formerly Human)
Alignment: Lawful Good, but willing to break the rules
Age: before he died, in his early thirties
Temperament: Polite, helpful, occasional witty and somewhat emotional
Appearance: Gunther appears as he died — as a human, covered from head to toe in blackened, frostbitten flesh. A blue glow emanates from his eye sockets.
Abilities: Gunther is incorporeal but visible to the naked eye. Because of this state, Gunther can pass through solid objects (conversely, he is unable to grasp them as well).
Gunther radiates an aura of cold up to roughly 10 feet. He can regulate this aura to some degree, but it never fades completely. Anyone spending a long period of time in Gunther's presence could potentially catch hypothermia.
Gunther's touch causes flesh and solid objects alike to instantly freeze. Prolonged contact with an object will cause the cold to spread and eventually completely trnasform it into solid ice. He does not know how his ability impacts incorporeal beings.
Gunther does not know if he can be killed. The curse of the Goddess of Winter ties him to the Town; he does not know if he can be destroyed, although he is affected by discharges of energy (like magic) and by weapons with Ghost Touch.
An extensive knowledge of languages and ancient cultures of Earth, which he notes bear similarities to that of the Town.

Background: Gunther Halvorson was once a noted scholar and professor in the early 20th century who theorized that Earth was populated by sentient beings prior to the human race. His theories took him on an expedition to the Arctic, accompanied by his brother Theo and sister Sara. They discovered the Temple to the Goddess of Winter, who once ruled over the plane where the Town sits.

Gunther was transformed into one of her Heralds, but managed to maintain free will as he was transported to the Town to spread Winter. Fortunately, something went wrong and the Goddess' connection was severed; his sister and brother both dropped dead and Gunther was free, although his physical transformation left him a feeble shell.

He died and was cremated, but before he did, he tied his soul to a book in the Public Library. Years later, when the Heralds of Winter re-awoke, Gunther did as well, and he joined a number of Town characters in defeating them. For his part in thwarting the Goddess of Winter, however, Gunther was denied the thing he wanted most: death.

His soul apparently tied to this plane, Gunther has now taken up residence at the Temple of Thor, where he has taken the last remaining priestess there — a dwarf named Marta — under his care. If you wish to involve Gunther in a Plot, PM me or come to the Temple of Thor.

A biography of Marta will be coming shortly.

[KerfuffleMach2]

((It's a player!))



Yes, that is about as close as I could get to what I look like. And yes, my hair is like that.

Nap time!

Name: James B. aka Beef
Race: Human. Duh.
Alignment: Ummm...can I be a little of everything?
Class: Player
Age: 19


Well, basically, since it seems that a few people have been bringing themselves into the town, I figured I should. But first, I'm just going to communicate with my characters through a mysterious earpiece that they will each get. Hank won't get one, and neither will Runner. But Runner will hear me through a special wavelength.

That means that I will be connected to my characters, so I can talk to them anytime I want. Also, I will see and know everything that they know. So watch what you say around them. I just might tell the others.

Also, with me being a player, I get a laptop. That's standard. Which means I get internet access. Also, I have a short sword. Because I need something to hit people with. I will also have a few pocket knives, matches, and a sketchbook. I like to draw.

I have the ability to shapeshift into things that can be found outside of the realm of the town. Examples being different Bionicles, Venom, maybe a few different X-men, things like that. Of course, with the shapeshift, I acquire the powers of what I change into. But no extra powers.

[Nightwing]

he standard equipment for a player is a laptop, a short sword, and one object that is important to them.

[KerfuffleMach2]

he standard equipment for a player is a laptop, a short sword, and one object that is important to them.

Thanks. I'll update the profile.

[rubakhin]

"Time obsessed him. Miss Ostrovsky reminded me of the amazing scene in Death on the Installment Plan where Céline wants to stop the bustling of a street crowd. He screams on paper, Make them stop . . . don't let them move anymore at all . . . There, make them freeze . . . once and for all! . . . So that they won't disappear anymore!"

Name: Pan Mariusz Burkewicz
Race: Human (?)
Alignment and Temperament: Neutral Good. Indifferent with a dash of cranky. Cares precious little about anything that doesn't spark his anthropological or artistic interest.
Age: If asked, he'll claim (rather uneasily) to be thirtysomething, but most folks assume he's a good century older than that.
Height: 5'10
Appearance: Good-looking, if you like the scruffy professor type. Has swarthy skin, dark brown hair (curly, unkempt, getting a bit long in back) and piercingly clear brown eyes, although the look in them is a tad demented. Usually has either a contemplative scowl on his face, or a grimace that would suggest he finds the very act of getting up in the morning a labor of unspeakable tedium. Looks to be something of a nasty character if you don't know him - a Dostoevskian type. It doesn't help that he has a permanent five o'clock shadow and enjoys skulking around in shabby overcoats. Overcoats aside, he's usually fairly well-dressed, usually in some variation on a theme: dress shirts (lightly stained) with the sleeves rolled up, unbuttoned vest, a newsboy cap sometimes. He also has a pair of silver-framed reading glasses that bring out his strong profile.
Background: Despite the fact that he really likes to hear himself talk, Pan Burkewicz hasn't revealed much of his background. Those who ask get a vague recollection of an oppressive, censorial motherland, and an anecdote about the dolors of teaching literature when the regime wants to keep the nation's professors spouting Party doctrine.

Burkewicz became fiercely, uncompromisingly dedicated towards the sanctity of Truth and Art. In another place and time (say, the USSR) this would have made him a revolutionary and hero. In current times, this simply manifests as dogmatism, nitpickyness, grammar Nazism, an infuriating sense of intellectual superiority over this generation's crop of morons, and unwarranted paranoia towards authority of any kind. However, he isn't an entirely unpleasant person. (Almost entirely, but not quite.) Somewhere beneath the bitterness and apathy is an early lover of mankind.

Having seen so many books get censored and burned, genocides attempted, and truthspeakers silenced, Burkewicz began to develop the idle dream of visiting every country in his world and in others, and in each land writing a novel - no ordinary novel, but a work of fiction that belongs among the ranks of Tolstoy, Hugo, Flaubert - a novel that would preserve that nation's people forever, a snapshot of the national character. Burkewicz was supremely talented as a writer, psychologist, and philosopher, but this dream was, of course, impossible. It would take money, transdimensional abilities, and virtual immortality ...

One way or another, Pan Burkewicz got it. For a time.

Somewhere along the line, something went wrong. Quite possibly Burkewicz simply collapsed under the weight of his own existential angst. Whatever happened, it happened around the time he showed up at the Town. Now he's stuck in a rut and seems unwilling or unable to leave. Or to do much of anything, really, beyond smoke, drink, kvetch, and come up with reasons not to work on his current manuscripts. His reputation precedes him among intellectual circles, and he's supported by sympathetic scholars who admired his earlier works. They pay for his upkeep in a nice, if cramped, bungalow in town, which is filled with stacks and stacks of books.

[Common Knowledge]
- Burkewicz is consistently drunk.
- Anyone who's been within earshot during one of his benders has some idea of his past ambitions. Needless to say, some people think he's a blowhard who will die without having accomplished much in life.
- However, if you need knowledge without the fuss, Burkewicz is your go-to guy. Whatever you need to know - language, history, craft, 101 ways to cook a gelatinous cube - chances are Burkewicz has at least seven books on the topic, not to mention a vast wealth of personal experience, and will be more than glad to lecture on the topic at length to anyone with a desire to learn. (It's kind of irritating, actually.)
- He's far from a household name, but a well-read character might be familiar with some of his books, especially Quis Separabit?, his epic historical romance.
- It's rumored that he's talented at magical combat, but his supreme indifference to fighting leaves this unproven.

[Notes]
Nothing yet.

[Ongoing Storyline]
Nothing yet.

[Xerxes Shadow]

Valstaff (PC)

Race: Mind Flayer

Class: Sorcerer 8

Alignment/Personality: Chaotic Neutral. Slightly temperamental and almost always knows more than he lets on. Devious in an endearingly mischevious way. Enjoys playing pranks ((shooting for the arcane trickster prestige!)).

Age: Who knows? Even he's forgotten. Roaming the desert for a decade or two will do that to you.

Height/Weight: 6' 6'', 160 lbs.

Appearance: Everything about him seems haunted, from his stance to his white eyes. His tentacles are constantly writhing under his silver-starred robes. His belt has what seems like a dozen useful objects hanging from it, including many potions and a rod. A Tenser's Floating Disk follows him at all times carrying a huge backpack. A barely noticable magic shield aura surrounds him, emanating from his ring. There is a double-bladed sword strapped across his back.

Backstory: Growing up, young Valstaff loved his desert-living family more than anything else (yes, certain mind flayers are capable of love). He especially loved his father, who trained him in the use of the ancient weaponn of his nomadic desert tribe, the double-bladed sword. When he was around ilithid puberty, however, they were all killed in a mysterious combination of accidents and fires. Soon, he learned of his sorcerer's powers and realized he had inadvertently caused the deaths of the only people he'd ever loved. He fell into a terrible deppression, mindlessly wandering for years and years, attacking any sentient being he could find. Eventually he stumbled out of his low point and realized he was sort of horrible. He vowed to make amends by slaying any aberration he came in contact with, and got his sword enchanted to assist him in that purpose. He would bring icy death to any who dared oppose him... but he procrastinates quite a bit.

Common Knowledge:

He enjoys showing off his magical abilities. He often opens and closes random doors... because he can.
Watch your back... he sets up disturbingly elaborate practical jokes, again because he can.
He also enjoys designing siege engines, and will gladly show you some trebuchet blueprints if you ask him.
Seems a bit more human than most mind flayers. Fairly likable air around him.

Notes: Ooohh... Shiny!

Ongoing Storyline: Ooohh... more shinies! Also nothing.

Anudda one: Johan, a.k.a. Watercat!

Race: Natural Githzerai Weretiger

Class: Mastermind 10 (From the Pheonix variant.)

Alignment/Personality: Chaotic Neutral. Tends to lean towards good, but mostly stays out of either conflict. Persues the interest of water. Rather flashy and will often use his elemental powers to suprise you...

Age: Three hundred and twelve. Still young!

Height/Weight: 10' tall, 215 pounds.

Appearance: Huge, bipedal tiger wih fearsome claws. He wears a dark blue cloak made of feathers over blue-tinted leather armor, and has a double-scimitar on his back. He also wears two rings and an amulet, all obviously magical. As he approaches, the air suddenly turns humid and tiny clouds form near his bluer ring. Blue is his color! Could you guess?

Backstory: From his birth, Johan was an outcast. Born a weretiger, he was simply too unfocused to take the monk's path at his monastery. Therefore, he was branded a weakling by the sensei, and was forced to go on a journey to prove himself worthy of the monastery. He was Plane Shifted to the Astral Plane, and was nearly killed by Githyanki pirates, when he found his way to the Water Plane.

He spent centuries studying there, learning to manipulate water, to be an effective general, and to fight. He went to an ancient cave beneath the sea and fought his way to a Ring of Water Elemental Command. Also in the cave, he learned the secrets of an ancient woman who had learned to duplicate herself. He learned to clone himself up to twice and sustain it for quite a while. He traveled back to the monastery and confronted the descendents of his friends and family, who had heard of his progress through the sensei's scrying. He presented them with his new abilities, and defeated the new sensei in a duel. He soon left and found The Town...

Common Knowledge:

Can duplicate himself.
Is deathly afraid of attack dogs from one failed training excercise.
Often uses his abilities to divide his drinks into two tiny water-men, who then fight to the death for his amusement.
Has a Ring of Water Elemental Command.
Can turn into liquid.
Doesn't sleep. Or rest. Ever.

Notes: Uses the Pheonix superpowers variant.

Current Plotline: None.

[fatninjacow]

name:Tael SIl'vissin
race:high elf
class:fighter/wizard
align:lawful nuetral
persona:He is the classic gentlemen very polite unless you agrovate him then
PREPARE TO BE VERBALLY DESTROYED!!
weapons:Magic wand/sword/everything/cane
appearance:he is wearing a black tux.
story:An elfen noble who likes to travel.

[blademaster42]

Last updated in February of 2008

Krat Zander
Can someone get Iko to be quiet?

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Description: 6'2, Short black hair, like a crew cut, but a bit longer. brown eyes, and a deep tan. Built like a mountain. 18, and acts like it.(sometimes.) shaves fairly often.
Str 21
Dex 17
Int 15
Wis 13
Con 19
Cha 12
Lawful Good. Krat is a patient, well mannered young man. He wears a deep brown shirt, faded blue jeans, and a spiked leather wristband on his right arm.
He doesn't wear shoes. He moves the earth in the same way Iko manipulates fire. He can bend metal, but only to a slight degree. He speaks in Sienna text.
Equipment: Carries a pair of warhammers, and apart from his clothes, not much else. Always has more money than you'd guess.

Backstory: Krat was born on an island in an archiapelago containing four other islands. He is sort of an avatar of a being known as the Fire Dragon. Along with the Wind Dragon, Fire Dragon, and Water Dragon, he cast down the dark dragon. Iko went off to live his life, and stuff got boring without him. Krat went to go look for him, and Tiera and Aero went along for the ride.

Common Knowledge: Knows Iko well, messes with the ground more often than is neccesary, has deep pockets, and is genuinely nice.

Notes: Protective of women, Aero more than most.

Ongoing story: Coming into the Town with Tiera and Aero.

Tiera Aquas
It could most certainly be worse...

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Description: 5'9 Light brown hair that reaches her upper mid back. Gray eyes, slim and slightly curvy. 18 but is mistaken for younger often.
Str 16
Dex 19
Int 17
Wis 15
Con 12
Cha 17
Neutral Good. Acts her age and then some. Tends to be sarcastic, but means well. Wears ice blue t-shirts and blue jeans, and controls water in all its forms. Can control weak people to some degree by manipulating the water in their bodies. speaks in deep sky blue text.
Equipment: the clothes on her back, and a bit of cash.

Backstory:Tiera was born on an island in an archiapelago containing four other islands. She is an avatar of a being known as the Water Dragon. Along with the Wind Dragon, Earth Dragon, and Fire Dragon, she cast down the dark dragon. After a while, she went of with Aero and Krat to go find Iko.

Common Knowledge about Tiera: Tougher than she looks, and is annoyed when boys she deems 'inadequate' hit on her, which happens fairly often. A good enough person, in a dryly sarcastic way.

Notes: Quick to anger, which tends to be a bad thing.

Ongoing story: coming into the town...

Aero Sietta
All things in moderation. Pass the keg.

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Description: 5'6 Blonde hair past her ears, and grey eyes. Very slim, with slight curves. 21 years old, but is the youngest looking of all the dragons.
Str 14
Dex 20
Int 17
Wis 12
Con 11
Cha 16
Chaotic good. Though very street smart, tends to behave immaturely. sort of tomboyish. She wears a white tank top and bright blue shorts with flip flops. Controls air. Speaks in gray trext.
Equipment: A staff she likes to hit unwary idiots with, and a large selection of bright clothes in an extra dimensional pocket.

Backstory: Aero was born on an island in an archiapelago containing four other islands. She is the avatar of a being known as the Wind Dragon. Along with the Fire Dragon, Earth Dragon, and Water Dragon, she cast down the dark dragon. Is hanging out with Krat and Tiera.

Notes: Unexpectedly, can drink far more than the average barbarian. And walk out on the second try.

Ongoing story: Looking for Iko, because "He was always good for a laugh"

And for convenience...
Iko Mitizai
You wouldn't hurt me, would ya?

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Descripton: 5'10, mid neck length brown hair, brown red eyes. Slim, but with a good build, 17 years old now, but looks older. always clean shaven.
Str 19
Dex 18
Int 15
Wis 11
Con 17
Cha 16
Neutral good. Iko is, though bright, rather childish. He wears a pair of blue jeans, a bright red t-shirt, and a black leather jacket with the words "Born flamer" in red lettering on the back, which are fireproof, and has the power to control fire. he can also redirect lightning, but this is used much less often, and it tends to hurt him. He will speak in red text
Equipment: Apart from his clothes, Iko owns a katana, a spear, and a weighted chain. He also has a pair of indestructible, resizing leather boots. They have no other magical properties. Now has a Mindsar, which acts like an emotion reader.

Backstory: Iko was born on an island in an archiapelago containing four other islands. He was, at one time, a reincarnation of a being known as the Fire Dragon. Along with the Wind Dragon, Earth Dragon, and Water Dragon, he cast down the dark dragon. Whether this is permanent or not is unknown, but since the battle, he has lost the extra dragon powers he had been enjoying.

Common knowledge about Iko: He has the power of fire. He's unneccasarily honest. When he has money, he spends it luxuriously on himself and his aquaintances. He is also supposedly able to use a powerful fireblast, but such reports are unconfirmed and easily denied. Somewhat chivalrous. Once accused of being a paladin by Magtok.

Notes: Asking him to hit you with his best shot is almost certainly a bad idea, as he will take you quite seriously.

Ongoing story: His dragon powers have returned. His eyes change with his mood. Is dating Sheezu, very seriously.

Sheezu
... What?... Stop staring at my midsection.... That's it!

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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 black t shirt and black leather pants, along with with black leather boots. 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: has a mean temper, and is dating Iko. 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: 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 she started liking him again fairly quickly. Is now dating him, and it's very serious.

Carl Righteous
Nice axe. Wanna see mine?

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Carl is 5'11 1/2, brown hair past the base of his neck, bright blue eyes, and 230 pounds. In muscle.
Str 15
Dex 13
Int 12
Wis 10
Con 17
Cha 11
Neutral Good. Carl is a random kind of person, and is also a man of contradictions. He is good looking, tactless, unaware of himself, a brilliant thinker, and dumb as a post all at once. He weilds a sword and an arsenal of magic. Dislikes fighting most of the time, and would rather talk about it. Can play any song he knows, and there are a few of them these days. Carl speaks in blue text.
Equipment: Carl owns a short sword named Wyrmstooth, a 2nd edition Players Handbook (from which he casts his spells), an electric guitar that requires no electricity or amp to play, an ipod shuffle, and his clothes. He wears a Legend of Zelda wristband, a blue shirt with the letters HMD on it, a pair of blue jeans, a cape, and a pair of shoulder plates. Also aquired a ring that lets him cast minor healing spells, make sheilds, and identify other objects.
Backstory: Carl led a fairly normal life in the dimension most of us post from. One day, an interdimensional portal opened beneath him, and he fell into the Town, carrying a whole bunch of things he didn't normally carry. He also miraculously gained the ability to use magic.
Common Knowledge: A bonafide head-banger. Hoo-Hah! Casts magic for lots of things.
Notes: Will sometimes show strange bursts of intuition or brilliance.
Ongoing story: Finally out of the dugeon of Barinca plot!

[Sneak]

Name: Wyron Kelter



Race: Human

Class: Commoner. Training to become rogue.

Alignment/Personality: Neutral Good. WK is amiable and friendly with a neutral disposition and no knowledge whatsoever of most things. Curious and eager to learn.

Age: 21

Height/Weight: Average height, average weight/build.

Appearance: WK looks like a common farmhand. Indeed, that's what he is. Slightly shaggy brown hair, tanned skin, a few stubbly hairs on his chin. Wears plain garments such as a brown tunic and black boots. Often carries a pitchfork. Also has three small black tattoos on his face.

Backstory: WK grew up in a remote village nestled in a cozy mountain valley. Awww. He, like everyone else in his family (and pretty much everyone else in the village), became a farmer. He farmed until he was 21 years old. One particularly clichéd (and a bit overcast) day, a trader came to his small village of...uh, well, it's not really important enough to have a name. Anyway, that trader (surprise surprise) brought something that would forever change Wyron's life. That's right, he brought a brochure for The Esteemed Zafax Nightshadow's Rogue School for Boys (the name is somewhat misleading: the school was actually founded by Kurt Ellicott, and it caters to both sneaky boys and sneaky girls), located just outisde the town. Intrigued, WK decided to try his hand at roguery. He got Cousin Brad to tattoo some meaningless black marks on his face to make him look more roguelike, then kissed everyone in his family goodbye (except for Smelly Uncle Timmy) and ventured off towards the town, pitchfork and broken compass in hand. A few plot interventions later, he finally made it to the town. He now attends the Esteemed Zafax Nightshadow's Rogue School for Boys and is learning to be a rogue.

He still goes back to see his family on weekends. Except for Contagious Aunt Margaret, who's still quarantined in her house.

Common Knowledge: Nothing, so far. WK still has yet to make his debut in The Town.

Notes: Nothing to see here. Move along.

Ongoing Storyline: None. Unless attending the E.Z.N.R.S.B. counts as a storyline. I don't think so, though, because it's not actually a thread.
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[The Bushranger]

Orion Russkij



[Class]
Rogue 15, Savage Bard 5

[Alignment/Personality]
Chaotic Neutral. Slightly aloof, although will flirt with redheads or Drow/Elven females.

[Age]
Doesn't say.

[Appearance]
Mostly Human, about 6'2", average build, has a sabre and a magical (flaming) dagger. Is part drow - the amount of drow in him varies with each telling, but he most commonly describes it as "one-sixth". He appears to be a normal human, however, except for what looks like a very deep tan, and his hair is pure white (and kept cut off the shoulders). Wears a charcoal grey cloak over a light grey shirt and trousers. Often has an angry, but weary expression, but has been smiling more lately. Also has a small scar on his left cheek.

[Abilities]
{table]Ability|Pts|Modifier
Cha|17|+3
Dex|16|+3
Int|15|+2
Str|15|+2
Con|13|+1
Wis|12|+1
[/table]


[Backstory]
Orion doesn't talk about his past much. When he does, you hear he once came from a wealthy family, but had a falling-out when he discovered he'd had a twin sister who was sent away at birth. Questing to find her, he finally did...just in time to see her lose a fight to a pack of goblins, and die in his arms. (He usually skips over what happened next, but you can get the hint that the goblins didn't last very long.) How long ago this was, and what he's doing in the Town, he never says.

[Common Knowledge]
Hatred of goblins, protective torwards women, volcanic temper that doesn't come out often but when it does...run.

[Notes]
Orion has excellent low-light vision from his Drow heritage.

[Ongoing Storyline]
Orion has fallen in with Maia and Mirage, among others, in a quest for an ancient draconic sword. He seems to enjoy their company a fair bit...

[Spell List]
Cantrips
Daze
Flare
Ghost Sound
Detect Snares and Pits
Open/Close
Resistance

1st level
Endure Elements
Cure Light Wounds
Feather Fall
Sleep

2nd level
Bull's Strength
Cure Moderate Wounds
Shatter

[Skills]
{table]Skills|Pts
Appraise|4
Balance|8
Bluff|18
Climb|6
Concentration|8
Diplomacy|4
Disable Device|6
Disguise|4
Escape Artist|4
Gather Information|5
Heal|4
Hide|8
Intimidate|6
Jump|5
Knowledge (Nature)|4
Listen|5
Move Silently|8
Open Lock|8
Perform (Dance)|9
Perform (Stringed Instrument)|9
Search|14
Sense Motive|4
Sleight of Hand|10
Spellcraft|8
Spot|12
Survival|14
Tumble|18
Use Magic Device|18
Use Rope|8
[/table]

[Feats and Special Abilities]
{table]Feats
Exotic Weapons Proficiency (Whip)
Improved Initiative
Dodge
Nimble Fingers
Persuasive
Iron Will
Stealthy
Alertness
Two-Weapon Fighting
Rogue Special Abilities
Slippery Mind
(converted to Feat)
[/table]

[Languages Spoken]
Common
Undercommon
Draconic
Russian

(Thanks to Temp for advice on setting up a D&D character, to Sneak for the avatars, and Vael for checking my numbers...)

[Jitoru]

Stats:
Race: Human
Age: 18
Height: 5"7
Weight: 85lbs
Name: Sheila (last name unknown)
Alignment and Temperament: Alignment: Neutral Good, and she is quiet and keeps to herself a lot, and never seems to smile; in fact she never does but we will discover why later. She is very kind but gets in all sorts of trouble.
Hair Color and Length: Fiery orange, red, whatever, falls down to just below her chest.
Eye Color: Periwinkle blue. She has no visible pupils, but her eyes are alluring somehow.
Equipment: She has an iridescent crystal in a pouch that she hides on her and she keeps this VERY secret.
Description: She is young, and very beautiful. She wears a knee length periwinkle blue dress that matches her eyes. She has a mysterious and sad air about her, and her hair is fiery red and her eyes periwinkle blue with no visible pupils. She is very unusual and attracts a lot of trouble for some reason.
Backstory
I prefer to reveal as it goes, so..
That's all.

[Athaniar]

Entering Xaviden

Male Satyr (Warcraft) Rogue/Warlock (also Warcraft)
Average height/weight, young adult (whatever that is for a Satyr)
Physical: Satyr-y features, dark purple skin, dark blue fur
Equipment: Black leather armor, crimson eyeblind, assortment of torture daggers and poisons

Xaviden, the son of Lord Xavius (http://www.wowwiki.com/Xavius), tries to live up to his father's reputation, but his short temper usually gets him into trouble, like the time when he was banished from Azeroth after a fight with a dozen Argent Dawn Templars (don't ask). After he was banished, he stumbled upon the Town, and now seeks to conquer it and turn it over to Legion (megalomaniacs, aren't they wonderful?). He is sure to let everyone know that he is not a good guy, but he doesn't seem to be taken seriously very often.

He has an unnamed felguard minion, courtesy of his father. While it's not particularly bright, it follows his orders to the point (as long as it involves brute force, that is).

[Exeson]

Introducing Scorn!

Race: Unknown - Lycanthrope
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 242 lb
Description: Scorn is generally a massive creature made made entirely from solid muscle. He stays in Hybrid form almost all the time, now and then turning into a complete wolf but he never wears his racial form. His hair is a dark grey colour all over his body. He wears a hooded dark red robe with purple trimmings and his feat are bare. His primary weapons are his claws, which are magically enhanced, but he does carry two returning twin bladed throwing knives in special loops inside his robe.

His personality is gruff and often violent and intimidating, it is very rare that he tells the whole story and for some reason he has a hatred for Elves.

Backstory: Many things about Scorn are unknown, including why he is called Scorn. Some people say he is a human who was forced into becoming a lycan to save his village, others say he is am escaped convict who was being used for testing purposes. All that They know about him is that he is a high ranking member of and organization known as 'The Culling' but what this organization does is still mostly unknown.

Scorn disappeared from the Town for a long time to take care of 'business' and has only recently returned. He carries a few new scars but is slightly less bitter. He now carries on his back a huge single bladed axe. His hate for elves seems to have melted away however his hate for vampires seems to have only increased.
Class: Fist fighter (variant Monk) 16
Story so far: none as of yet
Speaks in purple

Disdain

Race: Human - Lycanthrope
Age: 26
Height: 5'11'' (6'1''- in Lycanthrope form)
Weight: (230 lb - in Lycanthrope form)
Description: Disdain is a a graceful human with short brown hair and green eyes. He wears a white linen shirt with a brown leather waistcoat and matching leather trousers. He carries a rapier at his side, a silver one at that, which is strange considering what he is. He wears black fingerless cloves and has a gold ring in one ear.

His Lycanthrope form is smaller than Scorn's, built more for speed and agility rather than brute force. His fur is a deep brown colour, the same as his hair. He also possesses the ability to enhance his claws for battle.

His personality is jovial, friendly and inquisitive (which seems to have rubbed off onto Scron) although he can turn serious in a second if needed. His mind is as sharp as his reflexes and he is a very good problem solver.
Class: Fist fighter (variant Monk) 14
Story so far: none as of yet
Speaks in dark green

[WrstDmEvr]

Name: Gorby
Class: Wizard-like(see backstory)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Race: Brown Kobold
Age: Roughly 30 years old
Weight: 40 pounds
Height: 2 feet tall
Physical Description: Gorby is one of the rare brown kobolds, a race known for their lack of charm. Unfortunately, Gorby is even less attractive than the other members of his race due to several long scars on his face he acquired in childhood. He has two tails and the regular number of other appendages. His face is mostly obscured by a large wizard hat he wears, but occasional glances of fangs have been reported.
Backstory: Gorby was an infamous member of his kobold warren even before he had become an adult. He was born with another brother, who apparently had all of the smarts Gorby didn't recieve. His intelligence was short lived, however, as Gorby promptly ate him, mistaking him for food. His mother was livid with rage after this incident, and rushed Gorby and started scratching away at his face. She was pulled off, but Gorby was scarred for the rest of his life. Growing up, he was the strongest and fastest kobold in the entire warren, including all of the warriors. He would organize racing contests, which had to be ran by his father due to Gorby's complete stupidity. His father was driven mad, and one day attacked Gorby. He was squashed immediately afterward, but he managed to inflict a lisp on Gorby that continues to affect him. He compounded his low ranking by trying to be a wizard, even though he couldn't string a sentence together, let alone cast spells. They still warily kept him in the clan, but threw him out after he started organizing poison-drinking contests. An outcast, he wandered the land, promising vengeance against his enemies. He decided to take up the greatsword in response to people bullying him, resulting eventually in dead travelers. Gorby still believed himself a wizard, and eventually managed to master the simpler spells. Gorby has not yet been known to string a perfect sentence together.
Equipment: Gorby has with him only his set of wizard robes, which he wears, and his greatsword.
Personality: Gorby is a very stupid, unwise, and unfriendly kobold to be with. He dislikes laws and tries to avoid them, but doesn't know enough about good and evil to make wise choices, hence his neutralness. He also suffers from his stupidity; he will sometimes pick up his greatsword and start cutting people's heads off for no reason. Mostly, however, he will attempt to cast a spell at them first and then spend the rest of the time wondering what happened.

[Fin]

Name: Finoch Decano, Prefers Fin.
Race: Human.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Age: 24
Description: Pretty tall, about 6ft 2inches with a slender build. He wears his hair loose and shaggy choosing not to tie it back out of his face, he also sports a goatee. He wears a simple tunic, pants and cloak all of shades of purple with loose fitting boots. He wears a slender long sword at his hip, the sword has a number of purple bands around the blade near the hilt.
Back Story All that anybody knows is that he left the last town he resided in out of favor with the local officials especially the mayor, rumor has it that this is because of his constant attempts to scam people.

[Quinsar]

Name:Shoresh
Race:Human/Magpie
Alignment:Chaotic neutral
Age:??
Description: average height 5ft inches heavy robes hide most of his body a hood blocks his face, two blue eyes shine through the darkness, his hands and face are heavily rapped in bandages. several pouches hang of his belt.
Background:Nothing is known of his history.
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[Athaniar]

Name: Unknown (only he knows), calls himself Kathaktos
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Exact classes unknown, displays numerous abilities, including both arcane and divine magic, and superb fighting skills.
Alignment: Hard to define, shows singns of all alignments at different times.
Abilities: All are high, but Intellect and Charisma are his best.
Age: Not quite young, not quite old. Timeless perhaps? Only he knows.
Height/Weight: Average for a half-elf.
Hair: Black shoulder-length.
Eyes: Left eye is blue, right eye covered by an ornately inscribed metal disc.
Equipment: Dresses elegantly most of the time, but always wears what is required for the moment. His most notable piece of equipment, however, is a bow seemingly made of a bronze-ish metal, with the same kinds of runes as his eye-disc, which seems kind of unpractical to use as a weapon. Still, he places great value in it.

Kathaktos seems to radiate an aura of respect wherever he walks, and seems to enjoy it. He is logical, but still has room for emotions, and charm is among his favorite tactics. Not much is known about his past, and he is reluctant to reveal anything. One day, he just appeared, and his intentions are unclear. Friend or foe? Only he knows.

[V Junior]

Name: Vanessa Miltprod Harlian (Vanessa)
Race: Fallen Half-Archangel
Class: Unknown, but displays divine power. This power is a twisted mockery of all that is good.
Alignment: Evil. Definatly Evil, but as for the rest, no one knows.
Abilities: Using her angel wings, Vanessa can fly. She can also use twisted divine magics. She's also quite insane.
Age: Unknown, but the stories of Vanessa the fallen half-archangel date back 5000 years.
Height/Weight: Vanessa is very tall, but is as light as a feather.
Hair: Short and blonde. It curls at the bottom.
Eyes: Blue and innocent. The trained eye can spot a glimmer of mad glee behind the innocence.
Equipment: Vanessa wears a long brown 'angel robe' and no shoes. Her weapon of choice is a longsword with a golden hilt.

[Emrylon]

Name: Dai Rocksplitter

Race: Dwarf

Class:Ninja...definatly Ninja...

Height: 4'8

Posessions: The Rocksplitter family Greataxe

Background:

Dai was born in some far away mountains (like most Dwarfs) son of the famous Dai Rocksplitter, a fearsome warrior and leader, he didn't quite fit in with his fathers expectaions. After seeing a ninja pass through the mountains one day on some mission or other Dai decided that was the life for him. He became obsessed with sneaking round the Dwarfen stronghold wearing black clothes and scaring passeres by.

When his Father and all of his brothers were killed fighting a goblin horde, dai was left as the last of the Rocksplitter family. He came into possesion of the Rocksplitter axe, a weopan that had been passed down for generations. Split between his obsession for all things ninja and his Dwarfen honour he decided to go halfway. he left the mountains to go adventuring wearing the ninja costume he made and carrying the greataxe on his back...unfortuantly for Dai the people of The Town wern't so easily snuck up on than the peoples of his homeland...

...He isn't the brightest Dwarf ever...

[Diva De]

Name: Mirage Magnifico Sungazer

Race: brass dragon (in elven form)

Class:rogue

Appearance: 5'5, dark brown waist-length hair, eyes like molten brass, lithe and graceful, moves like a cat

Possessions: in Town: dress made of hundreds of beautiful butterfly wings, ivory and jade choker, a small brown pouch that seems to carry much more than it should, short sword that emits a soft blue glow///adventuring: white long sleeved shirt, khaki cargo pants, black leather bodice

Background: Mirage is a young brass dragon, but she has grown tired of being around other dragons all the time. She feels things move too slowly in their company, so she has polymorphed and ventured into the world of humanoids. She is loud, cheerful, and very proud of herself (not arrogant - more like proud of...nothing in particular). She always has a story, and some of them seem like they must be fiction, though she swears by every word. She enjoys music and games of chance, and is a terrible flirt. Mirage wants to learn to read and speak every language, and never passes up an opportunity to learn a new one. She speaks in this color.

Languages: Common, Elven, Celestial, Sylvan, Gnomish, Dwarven, Halfling, Ssamath, Minotaur, Goblin, Giant, Orcish, Ogre, Kobold, Undercommon, Infernal, Abyssal, Ignan, Auran, Draconic and Aragrakh.
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Thanks, Dr. Bath!

Name: Heidi Bonemender

Race: Dwarf

Class: Cleric

Appearance: Heidi is a rarity - a female dwarf without a beard! She is short and stocky and keeps her hair plaited in twin braids. She almost always has a cut, bruise, or scrape of some sort.

Background: Heidi is a cleric of Berronar Truesilver, and many say that's a good thing. She is not awfully intelligent, and the most accident-prone person anyone is likely to meet in Town. She is a walking, talking accident waiting to happen. She speaks loudly, and with a heavy accent. She speaks in this color.

Possessions: silver chainmail and helm, as required by her goddess, Berronar Truesilver, silver morningstar, silver pendant in the shape of a Band-Aid, and LOTS of healing potions

[Jitoru]

Name: Koneko
Race: Giant Cat
Age: 23 (in her years)

[Description] A young looking anthro cat, with light grey fur, periwinkle eyes, 3 black marks above her forehead, and a white tuft of fur on her chest. She's huge. About 80 feet tall. She's really nice and playful.

[Backstory]
She won't tell much of her past, but the cat she was in love with was killed by her rival and now she seeks that rival, hungry for revenge.


[Notes]
Koneko can be voracious sometimes and may go nuts and try to eat someone occasionally. If this happens, you should probably try to reason with her as calmly as you can, especially if it's you she's got her eye on. She's used to eating smaller creatures on her home planet; who isn't? Except she eats them alive o_o

[Chavik]

Jav Mackrass
Human male
26 years old
average height and strong from working on the farm, Jav is handsome, but doesnt take advantage of it. always working he is often covered in sawdust

after a short stint in the militia, Jav decided against adventuring to settle down as a carpenter/blacksmith in the Town. He leads an uneventful life, but will happily build you a new backdeck. A history buff, he enjoys reading of adventures, and may yet one day partake in some.

Possessions: lucky hammer, passed on from his father.
longsword, issued at conscription into the militia.
small library of books
small workshop on the outskirts of town

[Priest of Quacl]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Timothy Worthington, although he goes by the name "Max Stoneripper".
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human
Class: Cleric of Quacl
Equipment: A dirty, ripped tuxedo with an emblem of a flaming "Q" on it.
Description: Dirty youth, with long black hair, green eyes, and fairly muscled arms. Fairly thin, standing about 5'9".

[Backstory]
Originally from earth, or a place sufficiently like it that it doesn't make much difference, young Timothy was born to a snooty, rich, fancy family. He hated this life, and ran away at the age of 8. He found a strange temple, covered in confetti with empty beer bottles lying around it. It was here he discovered the lore of the ancient god of all that is awesome,"Quacl", who's followers were apparently wiped out in some clichéd cataclysmic event that happened hundreds of years ago. He dedicated himself to learning the lore and returning Quacl to his former glory. Using ancient Quaclarian naming conventions, he redubbed himself Max Stoneripper. Practicing some spells in one of the ancient tomes, a failed planar portal spell brings him to The Town.

[Common Knowledge]
He's rather undernourished, and speaks with a strange accent that, to most, sounds somehow familiar.

[Notes]
Quacl is the god of all that is awesome. He is neither good nor evil, and his clerics can channel neither positive nor negative energy. Simply saying, he can't cure or inflict wounds. Also, he can't turn or rebuke undead. Instead, he has spells such as Distract Undead and Inflict Boogie Fever. This doesn't mean he's good at them, however.

[Whispering Wing]

Name: Heron Still
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Angel, with traces of demon blood.
Class: Traveler
Posessions: A small dagger, a pack of evermint gum.
Description: a slim young woman, with waist length, strait black hair, with bangs that fall directly into the center of her eyes. Her skin is pale fair, and her eyes a deadlye black/green. Her fingers are long and slender, much like the rest of her body. She wears a light pink tank top, and a pair of loose fitting, sik pants. She's usually wearing boots that reach just up past her ankles.
Height: 5'6"

Backstory: Heron was once an orphan, without much knowladge of her parents. She was told her mother was absolutley stunning, and beutiful, but she technicly, didn't exsist. It wasn't long until Heron started asking, but there were never answers. At twelve, she ran away in search of her mother.

Common Knowladge: She is not as stunning as her mother, but very atractive.

Notes: Today, I must walk the dog.....oh, wrong notes?

[Free Hand]

((revised revised version))


Cat Sinister

Race: Demon / Subrace: Goethe (Literary Demon)

Class: No stats for Cat has been established however he's listed as having an ominous prestige class called Arcane Accordionist

Gender: ((Well none technically being a personification of literary evil))

Alignment: Evil (He’s currently registers at 9 Kn since being revamped)

Age: ??

Hair: He has no hair beyond his beard which is a dull black.

Eyes: Bright Yellow


History:

‘Cat Sinister’ is the alias of a fiendish producer from the Abyss, his particular level of the plane seems to have a similar attitude and style to a Hollywood depiction of 1950’s New York. Cat is the only full demon he knows in AMEN as such he sees himself as the official liaison between AMEN and the Abyss. Cat joined AMEN with the purpose of expanding his theater company’s influence to that particular world with the ultimate intention of destroying it. More recently Cat has entered the town.

Cat's career started when he came to realization about the lower planes, Cat came to believe that they were being used as a foil for the aligned forces of goods more questionable means of keeping people in line. It struck Cat that punishing the wicked was counter productive, it only encouraged people to be virtuous, the fiendish stick to to the celestial carrot. With this idea firmly in mind he decided he would try to put damned mortals he could gather to better use.

A large number of what he gathered were formally in the entertainment industry, this convinced Cat to start putting points in profession (Producer) and began working to build up a reputation. Cat had a long string of success with his theatrical pursuit using demonic hirelings and a collection of damned writers and actors. Cat was so successful he later developed several productions made to be intentionally horrible, one was so vile that it managed to replace one of the long standing punishments for sinners of the big seven.

Later on he began recruiting outside of the abyss, he would approach mortals in the business due for the abyss at there deathbed and offer them a second chance at life in exchange for a hundred years of service in his company. Cat liked to think of himself as the Davy Jones of Broadway. Most recently he brought up one of his troupes to the Town with the hopes of gaining a foot hold in the local entertainment sector. He also plays the accordion.


Personality:

Cat’s demonic nature is a big contributor to his attitude. For a demon, evil is a job so they don't pursue it very seriously outside of work. When demons aren't at work they like to escape from their nihilistic surroundings which grow dull after the first few centuries, a number quite enjoy early Adult contemporary music and light comedies. Recently Cat's character as been altered by his player, it didn't go as well as he hoped as Cat immediately turned on Miles, warping his body into a new base for himself. since being revamped Cat is prone to inane bouts of laughter and takes new found joy in atrocious acts of evil. Cat sees himself as a corrupter rather then an evildoer so for the most part he tries to get other AMENites to be as evil as they can. When actually attempting to destroy the forces of good Cat goes about it in a professional manner, he patiently waits while other plots are finished or suspended before attacking, he only gets aggravated if people ignore him. Cat doesn’t enjoy direct confrontations instead he prefers to stand to the side and let his underlings attack them while heckling his enemies.


Powers:

Cat has yet to cast any known spells beyond summonings and creating gates to the Abyss, which he does so usually by wiggling his hand or snapping his fingers. The rest of the supernatural powers he possesses are part of his demonic subrace. Cat has the ability to walk on any surface as if on solid ground. Cat can change his shape at will, the actual range of the ability could be unlimited, his version of the ability is quite a bit more powerful then regular Goethe demons. All Goethe are immune to effects and harm caused by poor writing. Finally Cat has a unique way of teleporting, He folds into himself and as he vanishes an odd sound is audible that can only be described as *Poik!*


Equipment:

Cat depends for the most part on various items he has on his person and his ability to summon allies and devices. One of His most powerful assets is his immunity to poor writing which he received as part of his subrace, It allows him to wield some of the most horrendous pieces of literature ever conceived. His inner breast pocket in his Jacket seems to be a pocket dimension from which he can draw unlimited cigars and business cards. Cat is also in possession of several artifacts


Associates:

Cat is very well connected in the Abyss, apparently his reach is so long that he’s known in other continuums.

- The Goethe Theater Company: Cat’s personal powerbase, compiled from Demons, Contracted sinners and the best and worst writers in the multiverse. The Goethe are the keystone in his plans for this world, over many years Cat has perfected the art of Theatrical Production, with the slightest of tweaks he could turn a flop into a tool of Armageddon. His writing staff is also his main source of literary weapons. The Goethe demons themselves head various sections of the company in different layers, they all report to Cat.
- Goethe: The Goethe demons were created when the abyss made contact with other continuums, they're twisted amalgamations of different ideas bound together by the raw power of the abyss. Physically they resemble shifting masses of limbs mouths and odder things, no two look exactly alike however tentacles teeth and claws are a recurring theme among them. Goethe can change their shape at will, they don't have the range of forms Cat himself has but they're own forms can still be quite formidable, they favor a shape thats close to Cat's own though. No Goethe reveals its true name, its debatable if they actually have names. Most Goethe use an alias that starts with a noun and ends with an adjective, examples include Cat Sinister, Apricot Compulsive and Ford Perfect.
- Cat’s Doubles: After being confronted by Piratemonk about how he would come back from the inevitable death Cat commented that having an army of actors under his command he could just be a double being controlled by the real Cat from a safe place, this later proved to be true as a total of 32 has been seen together at once, whether or not he was bluffing and took measures after the conversation is debatable. After being revamped it was revealed in this Character bio that Cat's doubles are in fact low ranking Goethe. They are very familiar with Cat's mannerisms and remain in constant contact with the real Cat at all times. although they appear to be able to make gates and summons with the ease of Cat himself they actually don't, Cat uses them as a focus to create gates in the area.
- Demon Mafiosos: Yes thats right demons have their own mafias. A number of these groups in different layers have made partnerships with Cat so he can call upon their soldiers when he feels the situation calls for a little muscle.

Dislikes: Cat is a bit of a racist, He dislikes Drow, Vampires and Fallen Angels, meaning he hates roughly half the members of AMEN.

Weaknesses: Why would I ever put this up you might ask? I’m hoping you gave up reading the bio half way through.

- He's a demon, think about that.
- Pretty much everything that would normally hurt other characters do the same to Cat unless otherwise mentioned.
- Keanu Reeves' are the bane of all demons

Additional Notes:
- Speaks in a voice that "sounds like this."

[Tre of the Wood]

Name: Goes by Tre of the Wood, real name remains unknown to others.
Race: High Elf, Re-incarnated as an eagle.
Age: 218 as high elf, 7 as eagle
Class: Druid (1'st edition D&D) 17'th level.
Alignment: True Neutral
Gender: Male
D&D stats: Strengh: 14, Constitution: 15, Dexterity: 15, Intelect: 11, Wisdom: 19, Charisma: 17
Description, Appearence: Tre normally appears as a human, as seen in my avatar. When an eagle, he aappears as the eagle in my signature. However, as he is an eagle druid, he can use his wildshape ability to appear as any animal or race, looking however he wants. When adventuring, Tre often wears armor of invisibility, making him impossible to see at all.
Description, Background: Tre's history before becoming a druid is unknown to everyone but a select few. He fled his home at a young age and changed his name (to Tre) for an unknown reason. After becoming a Druid, he began adventuring with a party consisting of a Theif/Magic-user, Tali, and a fighter named Phenix. Phinix was killed by an ogre king, and her body eaten. However, Tali managed to recover her family ring, which is of protection (+3). This was given to her son, Griffin, who began adventuring with Tre and Tali. While the three explored a magical cave, Griffin used a Talismin of Zaggy to free a Titan named Mitra, who was imprisoned by Zeus. This caused some trouble, but Mitra managed to redeem himself and soon became friends with Zeus. Still in that same cave, Tre accidentally drank a bottle of Green slime, and had to be re-incarnated. He came back as an eagle. When re-incarnated, Tre could not yet wildshape, and thus was stuck as an Eagle. Tre gained enough expirience to wildshape after enacting revenge against the ogre king, and killing nearly all of his subjects. Tre's Party later met up with an Elven Fighter/Magic-user named Mirabel, and took on many lower level henchmen: The fighters Gork (gork be half orc), Wilma, Fredrica, Kevin, Randal (a ranger) and the magic-users Felix and Lindar (a magic-user/fighter/theif). The New party adventured for some time before taking on a job to stop the Giant attacks on their country. They Defeated the giants and had to go to the underdark to fight off the drow aiding the giants. In this campaign, Griffin became famous as the blue warrior, due to the blue dragon scale armor that he wore. The other members of his party also became famous from this, and the party managed to get rid of Zeus' grudge against them by giving Hera a Giant-sized mirror of true seeing (transported by Courgel, a Titan that assisted them in their campaign). Tre, however, remained mostly unknown due to his normal position resting invisibally on Griffin's sholder of flying overhead. The party mostly retired after the campaign, and Tre became a Hirophant Druid. The party now does not adventure (except for Tre [and Griffin--under a psudoname]), but can be called on to join up in times of need.
Tre's Prefered method of attack is a divebomb while under the effects of enlarge animal. He attacks With a staff of striking (+3, +9 damage) and a scimitar +2. His enlargement and dive allows for a 1-6 +2 damage attack and a 1-6 +9 attack, both quadrupled. When he doesn't have time for this, Tre simply uses finger of death or Creeping Doom (500-1000 damage spread out in 1'st edition!). Tre is true neutral, but leans toward good. Tre detests peolple who call him Tree or pronounce his name wrong, but can accept it when one of his friends. Watch out all haters of nature. Don't say you were not warned!
Commen Knowlage: Tre in a powerful Druid and an Eagle. He Is much more powerful than he seems (and more than you know!). If you are a bard or scoler, you may know his backstory, and about his party. Most have heard of Griffin, but few have heard of Tre. If you are not very learned, you know him as Tree.

* NOTE: In 1'st edition, 17'th level is more powerful than in 3'rd. This character is epic. Look out.