Characters of the Town (OOC)

[Vossik]

Name: Iwo'Q Vossik
Race: Troll?
Occupation: Barbarian/Cleric
Age: 23
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Backstory: Not much is clear about his past aside from the fact that he was hated by his brethren for his odd appearance.
Appearance: A little small for a Troll, Iwo'q stands at about eight feet 9 inches tall and weighs 447 pounds. Following the trope that all trolls are different Iwo'q has short stubby legs, a long torso, and arms that are so long his knuckles almost always touch the ground. His skin is red, he has tusks, and long green matted hair, his eyes are also green.
Abilities: 10 Foot Reach, Rage, Turn Undead, Whirlwind Attack, can grapple just about everything and likes to use his natural weapons when doing so. He is strong and hearty like most trolls, however he is by far wiser and more intelligent.
Equipment: Mithral Fullplate, Belt of Giant Strength, Gauntlets of Ogre Power, Hammer of Thunderbolts.

Name: Augh
Race: Decaying Murloc Cyborg
Occupation: Fighter?
Age: ??
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Backstory: RwlRwlRwlRwl, ahem sorry... Aughburgle is an evil genius, though his father a mere puddlejumper he has come far. He fashions many evil plots though most tend to be flops. He isn't really the Third, he thought it made him sound more villainous, he isn't even the second to be honest. He acts rather childish and always is trying to seem more like a mature gentleman of a villain. He was put back together along with the machine he was found with. He doesn't want to talk about how it happened though.
Appearance: Pale white body, probably from cave life or the fact that he is decaying, and rusting cyborg sections. His lower jaw and eyes have been replaced, along with his left arm and both legs. He rides around in a larger bipedal machine that is falling apart.
Abilities:
Equipment:
Uncommon Knowledge:

[Anondurl]

Anondurl
Race: High Elf
Class: Crossbowman
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 124
Height: 5'4"
Eyes: Blue
Hair Black
Level ???
Description: Anondurl is and elf dressed in a mottles cloak of green grey and brown. He wears a pack to carry his equipment. He usually shows up just as an arrow shot from the darkness.

Backstory: Anondurl was raised to be the elite of the elite, an arcane archer. born and raised in the elvin capital he was born to a wealthy family, in fact the king and queen. the prince anondurl was the only survivor of the revolt that defeated his family's dinasty. one day he hopes to claim his rightful throne.

Gear: 2 crossbows a snipers and a 4 shot. and a spiked chain.

Common knowledge: he is known as an adventurer and nothing else.

[Beholder1995]

Xallace Ja'Mord

"Nobody expects the Fevran'dik Inquisition!!!"

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Name: Xallace Ja'Mord
Other Names: The Inquisitor, The Secret Keeper, the Knower of a Ten Thousand Obscure Facts (Ra'atel Venmorang Tor'vasen), the Thought Stealer, the Thoughtbroker
Race: Fevran'dik (AKA Secretkeepers, Shadebrokers)
Occupation: Inquisitor
Alignment: True Neutral
Age: 9000+ Over Nine Thousand!!!!
Appearance: Xallace is one of an all but extince race of monstrous humanoids known as Fevran'dik. These creatures are tall, with dark blue skin and elongated heads. Xallace has orange, glowing eyes and commonly wears a dark blue and orange, rune-studded cloak, along with black boots and a very high collar. His hands are long and clawed, and his mouth is wide and filled with white, needle-sharp teeth. His alternate form is that of a humanoid in his forties, with brown hair and a pleasant demeanor, and who wears similar blue-and-orage robes, albeit much simpler than Xallace's in his natural form.
Backstory: Xallace is one of a race obsessed with gaining knowledge. Now one of the last and oldest, Ja'Mord is, quite literally, the Knower of Ten Thousand obscure facts, and then some. His childhood has been lost to the sands of time, and he has no regrets about his past. Travelling the planes, always hungering for more information, Xallace acts as an information broker, selling and buying facts and knowledge. Sometimes, he will use... less than civilized ways to get information, but for the most part he can rely on his massive charisma alone. Currently, he has found his way into Town, and hopes to learn much. It should indeed be an interesting excursion...

Xallace Talks like this.

[Hyozo]

Name: He has been known by nearly 40 names, but he is currently using the name Hyozo
Race: Changeling
Class: Warlock
Age: 33
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Abilities: Warlock invocations
Equipment: Vestments of many styles, assorted wands and AC boosting magic items.
Common Knowledge: He is hiding from somebody, most of the things he says aren't true, He did not gain his powers from evil outsiders, and he will not react well to claims that he did.
Uncommon Knowledge: He is hiding from agents of a foreign Lawful Neutral government he tried to overthrow (which he doesn't know actually was successfully overthrown in his absence, largely because of his actions). Most of his lies contain a small amount of truth. He gained his powers from fey who also wanted the government mentioned before to be overthrown. He usually has more planned than he lets on, but currently his only goals are to lie low and find some semi-reliable allies.

Hyozo speaks in dark orange and will probably join one or both of the two evil organizations.

[Earl of Purple]

Grimnak

Race-Bugbear brain, robotic body
Class-Fighter
Age-26ish
Height-6ft 6ins
Weight-Heavy
Alignment and Temperment-Chaotic Neutral, quite friendly but also a bit of a loner.
Equipment-Armour plated, knuckledusters, bag of sugar, pencil, pet toad named Hopsalot.
Description
Looks like a Storm Trooper (Star Wars), but instead of legs, he has a single wheel. He is also robotic.
Backstory
When he was 25, he got run over by a speeding motorist. His adoptive parents were rich human aristocrats (his real parents were killed in a paladin raid on a Bugbear village, and he was taken by the paladins and adopted. He cannot remember any of this, as he hadn't had his first birthday), and they paid for his brain to be transplanted into a robot when it became clear his spine was broken and he had a punctured lung and wouldn't survive long.
Common Knowledge
When he falls over, he cannot get up again without help. He prefers using firearms with very little recoil for this reason. He is technicly a cyborg, not a robot, as he has one organic componant-his brain. He runs on sugar. He speaks in this colour, Purple.
Ongoing Storyline/Goals
None yet

[accuracy17(fav#]

Name: Itthiel Kaapo Acelin

Race: Near human faster and stronger than normal humans.

age: older than you(unknown)

Male

back story: Raised in a unknown city, till age 12 when he witnessed the sack of the city. Now sometimes feels protective of other people. He always feels in a way lost without no direction. He is skilled with almost any weapon due to his unknown travels. Is great at covering up his movements and leaving no trace. He remembers none of most of his early childhood and has always wanted know who he was.

Equipment: shirt/Armour that is flexible like normal fabric except when attacked, It's hardens in certain spots if you strike it due to the creation of static energy while you swing since an electrical current runs through it but not enough to harden it ( sworda like batman begins cape can harden). Also he has a blaster rifle.

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he also carries some blade weapon.

Eyecolor: Dark Green

Hair color: black

Hair style: .......

Height: 6'3

weight: average

looks: Great

wears: cloak and shirt/armour plus black dress pants and shoes.

[Shades of Gray]

I'd like to join your town... thing.

Name: Bergartin
Age: 64
Class: Cleric
Gender: Male

Description and backstory" Bergartin is a cleric of the god of prophecies. He speaks in different rhyme schemes, sporadically (i.e. Limeric, Couplet, Iambic Pentameter) . He speaks in Indigo.. He wears a hooded cape, and has a long gray scruffy beard. He may appear mad at times, but is a great sage.

Common Knowledge: He mainly hangs out in the streets or taverns, telling proverbs to people that pass by. Plots: None

[Dirk Kris]

There's a puff of acrid, sulphur-scented smoke, accompanied by a harsh cough. Standing slowly and stretching is an odd-looking man. He appears to be in his mid-30's, but with long, snow white hair flowing down to the middle of his back. He stands about 6 feet tall, with an olive skin tone in odd contrast to his wispy locks. He blinks and looks around, one eye icy blue, the other an odd, burning orange-red. Wings, leather-framed with delicate-looking feathers, stretch and flutter lazily into place behind him. He smiles, teeth bright white, canines elongated just enough to be noticeable. When he speaks, his voice is a little raspy, like he has a sore throat. A faint twang of an exotic accent, not quite Australian, makes itself heard. He smiles faintly as he starts to tune his instrument, a guitar engraved and painted with two wings that seem to be made of fire cooling into ice.

Dirk Kris

Race - half-angel, half-devil
Class - Bard
Age - appears to be in mid-30's
Height - 6 feet
Weight - Average
Alignment and Temperment - Chaotic Neutral, cautious, nonchalant
Equipment - guitar engraved and painted with two wings made of fire cooling into ice
Description - see above
Backstory - UNKNOWN
Common Knowledge - Dirk has to remain carefully balanced in all he does. His two halves are constantly warring with each other, and if he does not maintain balance, he will go insane. He can do minor acts on one side or the other without counter-acting them, but there are consequences. He speaks in this manner and color.
Ongoing Storyline/Goals - none yet, just having fun

[Duos]

Martin [Last name omitted]

Race: Terran
Age: unknown (around 25)
Gender: Male
Physical appearance: Shaved bald, 6' 10", Radon-green eyes, muscular build.
Class: Unknown
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Temperament: Cold, Calculating, Inquisitive, Dry, dark, and sarcastic wit.
Back story: Martin fled to this realm to escape persecution by his superiors for an as-yet unknown deed. He brought his friend, Oscar, with him.
Common knowledge: Martin is a genius. His work in fields of science not yet discovered in this realm are nothing short of astounding. He is almost never without his Marine Powered Armor, for which he has developed countless modifications, and his accompanying weapon, a modified C-14 Impaler gauss rifle. As he has no magical abilities himself-a grave handicap in this world- his development of compensatory technology has begun outstripping even his previous best efforts.
Commonly Carried Equipment: Martin is almost always wearing his Powered Armor or some variant of it. He is always armed with his C-14 Impaler, and often carries other weapon systems.
Speech: Martin speaks like this.

Oscar [Vorzhak Brood]
Race: Zerg Hydralisk
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: He's a hydralisk, he's impossible to miss.
Class: Unknown
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Temperament: Vicious, Playful, Friendly, Easily bored, Cruel, odd, and murderous sense of humor.
Backstory: Before his arrival in this realm, Oscar lived in a flat with Martin. Why he didn't kill him and eat him is unknown, but Oscar is fiercely loyal to his friend. Martin saved Oscar's life and took him with him when he fled their universe.
Common knowledge: Oscar is vicious and capricious, as likely to present a person with a gift as he is to viciously murder them and devour their body. The only person he will ever willingly obey (and sometimes not even then) is Martin. Oscar's Zerg evolution was enhanced by his passage into this realm, and he is an incredibly dangerous opponent when roused, as he will absorb almost any attack and come back even stronger than before. His murderous tendencies are only slaked by blood or a good party.
Commonly Carried Equipment: Oscar carries no equipment, as he fights with his natural weapons.
Speech: Oscar speaks like this.

[Noir_Cat]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Wren
Race: Human
Alignment and Temprament: neither good nor evil nor neutral - she does what she wants, when she wants - her wishes can coincide with any side at any time
Age: 21
Hair colour and length: Venetian red, somewhat curly, about shoulder length
Eye colour: bright, grass green (think the color of grass after it's been burned and regrown)
Skin: pale
Weapons: a simple hardwood staff of six feet tall

[Backstory]
Wren grew up at home with her mother and father. Her parents were very controlling; they scheduled her entire day from waking to sleeping. They never once asked, or cared about, what she wanted. She made perfect grades in school, and got a full ride to a prestigious university. After graduating high school at seventeen, Wren ran away from home in order to get away from her parents and live her own life. She has no last name because she basically disowned her parents.

[Personality]
She is very selfish, liking to do and get what she wants, when she wants. This is most likely a product of her parents control over her. She never got what she wanted with them, and therefore does so now. For the most part, Wren is uncaring about others; she is neither kind nor mean.

[Notes]
Wren is a slight precognitive. She Sees in water, but only when she is not trying to. Her visions come unbidden, about random topics, and don't always come true; she does not have very good control over them.

On a side note....Wren's favorite drink is orange soda.

Wren talking is written in lime green.

[Ongoing Storyline]
Wren is looking for a new life in a new town. She was unlawfully banned from her last city for false reasons. She came to this town because she Saw it in a vision and thought that it looked interesting.


For anyone who cares to read my point of view about precognition:

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The future is a product of the choices people make in the present. One person could have a hundred different choices, creating a hundred different futures. And if there is more than one person invovled, then that could be thousands or millions, billions, of choice combinations and futures. One person trying to See all these possible futures would, more than likely, go mad.

A good representation would be this: imagine that you are standing outside in the rain. Time stops and the drops of rain hang in the air. There are thousands of them. In each droplet, you can See one possibility for the future.

Do you see my point? It would be impossible to know exactly what would happen without knowing everything the people invovled. Only with this knowledge, might one make an educated guess on the outcome.

If you have any thoughts, feel free to PM me. I am always looking for someone to have a deep conversation with.

[Noir_Cat]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Noir
Race: Human
Class: Sorceress
Alignment and Temprament: Evil - when kids are little, they want to be firefighters, policemen, nurses, etc., etc.; Noir just wanted to be evil. So, she is. She will not make an evil choice because the choice is eveil, but because she is evil and/or the choice is appealing to her.
Age: 22
Hair colour and length: dark, 'more-red-than-brown' color(somewhat close to Falu red, with a little more brown in it), slightly wavy, little bit past her shoulders
Eye colour: dark, deep, navy blue - think the color of the midnight sky in the middle of the country (as in, away from cities, towns, bright sources of light...)
Skin: pale
Weapons: a simple hardwood staff of six feet tall; also would like to carry daggers, but she hasn't found any that suit her yet

[Backstory]
Unknown - she doesn't remember much of her past, only a few memories here and there.

[Personality]
Noir likes to mislead others for the sake of entertainment. Sometimes she is nice, but this is mostly to be mean in the long run. She will normally not do anything of this sort to someone that she likes and respects, but it takes a lot for this to happen.

Noir holds grudges for life unless she feels that the other has properly paid for the infraction; she will carefully and coldly construct and execute the demise of one that she does hold a grudge for.

She is a seductress of sorts - knows how to get her preferred outcome of any situation by twisting her words and the words of others; also by playing people against one another. Noir carefully studies those around her and learns their personalities, strengths, and weaknesses - finds out what they will do anything for. She believes that everyone has a price, the trick is to simply find it.

[Notes]
Noir is precognitive. This started out as just randomly Seeing visions; she worked on it until the ability became strong and more fine-tuned. She Sees only those futures that are more likely to happen - her "magic"(for lack of better word) itself looking at what choices those invovled in the vision are most likely to take. Many of her visions come true.

Noir also delved deep into magic. She studied sorcery and became very adept at many spells, working hard on spells that came naturally to her and harder on those that were most difficult.

On a side-note....Noir loves tea, especially Chai Spice Black with a little sugar.

Noir talking is written in navy blue.

[Ongoing Storyline]
Noir is looking for an interesting town in which to take up residence. She left her last town because it was too boring, and she was exiled and banned from ever coming back. There were several people that had slighted her, and she took revenge. These people banded together and told the mayor of the town. While a disciplinary meeting was being held, which she was not allowed to attend, parts of the mayor's three-story home exploded and the rest was burned to the ground. Noir did not do this, but she was blamed anyway and, consequently, exiled.

[Noir_Cat]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Dexter, he goes by Dex
Race: Human
Class: Alchemist
Alignment and Temperment: Insanely evil
*******Age:
Hair colour and length: A very soft pink color - goes down past his shoulders - is normally worn in a horsetail
*******Eye colour:
Skin: pale, more from lack of sun rather natural pale-ness
Weapons: His brain is his best weapon; he is a mad genius, after all. He mostly uses the typical ray guns, but also likes killer robots, manufactured viruses and various diseases, cranes (the machine), and pretty much anything made in a science lab that can kill a living thing (and sometimes a dead one, too).

[Personality]
Dex has a horrible temper and no control over it. Someone does something to displease him, he will do something worse to that someone. Blow up their house, turn the offender into some animal, take their lolipop--it really is whatever violent and just plain mean thing that comes to his mind first.

[Notes]
Dex can see the past of whatever person/object he is touching. Because of this, he is never caught without his gloves on.

[Ongoing Storyline]
He may have burned down the house of the mayor of the last town he was in, it's possible that he killed off all the fish in a nearby lake (it was an accident!), or perhaps he just stole one too many lollipops--point is, Dex needs a new universe to crash in (and mayhap burn to the ground).

[Chas the mage]

Chas (the dashing swordsman)
STATS:
Race: elf
class:sashing swordsman6/dashing swordsman1
age: 113
Alignment Chaotic good
Height]: 5' 11"
Eyes: blue
Hair: blonde, fairly long
Weight: 135
Weapons: a keen rapier, and a silver dagger
armor: none

Basic appearance: see avatar

BACKSTORY:
Chas's mom was a bard, and his father was a duelist, and had a long line of theives and robin hood like characters in the family. He wanted to combine his 2 sides of the family talent, so he became a dashing swordsman. One day his father was assassinated, and the only thing left from his father was the keen rapier, the rest was stolen.

Talks in dark red

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Devonic:
STATS:
race:Aasimar
class: paladin 5/ cleric 7/ gold templar 3/ Disciple of the holy flame 5/ flame born 2
age: 23
Alignment: lawful good
Height: 6' 2"
Eyes: orange red
Hair: black, and it goes down to his neck, where it has obviously been cut with a blade
Weight: 210 (its all muscle)
Weapon: A holy, flaming, flaming burst bastard sword; A holy flaming mace; a flaming dagger.
Armor: He is wearing improved fire resistance full plate (has a reddish hue), masterwork tower sheild.

Talks in red.

[Raz_Fox]

Well, might as well create a character... based on the last part of my name.

Name: Taron Trekko.
Race: Vulphead. Basically, an anthropomorphic fox.
Class: Rogue//Homebrew Swashbuckler Gestalt.
Alignment: Lawful Good. By Lawful, I mean "likes logic, fully-developed plans and developing one's own laws."
Age: Young.
Height: Over six feet tall.
Weight: 110, give or take five pounds.
Fur color and length: Firey red tipped with black at the edges. White fur from neck, down chest and to the legs. Long and kept very clean.
Eye color: Turquoise blue, bright as the morning sea.
Weapons: Custom-made Rapier, several dirks in his belt.
Clothing: Taron wears a shirt of elven Leafweave armor made in autumn, while the leaves were turning orange and red - a gift from his parents. Above that he wears a green jerkin with many internal pockets, where he keeps a plethora of items, including his reading glasses. A kilt with several dirks at its belt finishes his esemble.
Artwork: This is how I've always imagined him looking. Yes, I know it's supposed to be a girl. I guess he's bishie.
Character Sheet: At Myth-Weavers.

Backstory: Raised in exile from his land, Taron spent all of his youthful days in the Great Library. The Great Library. He learned about traps from manuals and journals, read treatises on fighting techniques - especially with a rapier - and on anatomy from various texts. Most of all, he liked to read books about heroes and adventurers, wishing to become one. Most of his physical education was spent running along bookshelves, hunting down rare books and testing things he learned - especially blacksmithing, where he made his own rapier. He matured into a knowledgeable young man, his personal journal packed full of particularly interesting information and facts.
His parents still seek to head back to their land, but they allowed Taron to explore and discover the lands he lives in now. In this town he's in now, life is most interesting and enigimatic. With a head full of books, Taron prepares to face the real world.

Common Knowledge: He's a fox with strange clothing, strange and advanced vocabulary, a love of books and very good swordsmanship skills. Introduces himself as "Taron Trekko, Bookhunter."

[Redpieper]

Name: "Ace"
Race: Cyborg Frog Puppet
Age: 50 Man Years
Height: 4 feet
Appearance: See avatar
Backstory: In a dimension long forgotten, a children's show aired. This children's show was known as Sesame Street and it is here the unit known as Kermit entertained kids with educational sketches. Happily doing his job for countless years his life suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Humanity had created Skynet.
A true massacre ensued as Skynet began hunting down all humans with machines known as Terminators. In this difficult times Kermit bravely tried to bring some happiness for the few remaining children. Eventually Skynet send a single modified Terminator to capture Kermit and demoralize the remaining humans.
This Terminator is known as the Miss Piggy X9000.
Succeeding in her mission, the piggy bot brought Kermit to the Skynet modification plant. Where he was outfitted with several machinery and brainwashed into believing that humanity is a plague and he is the cure.
Several years later and after having hunted down many humans he came upon his creator: Jim Henson.
Trying to stay alive and reverse the brainwashing, Jim Henson screamed "This is my last ace in the hole" and activated an experimental device which caused a rift to appear between dimensions which sucked Kermit through.
Waking up in front of a place called "The Dancing Fox" the last thing he remembers is the word "Ace"

Equipment
Chainsaw Arm: Ace has a chainsaw arm which is exactly what it sounds like, it runs on a power core inside his chest.
Claw: Also exactly as it sounds like, has to power to crush titanium.
Robot Eye: Able to identify most objects and also indicates the threat level of creatures encountered.

The chainsaw and claw have their own AI in case Ace is unable to function or connection with Skynet has been re-established.

Abilities: He's a good singer and quick on his feet

how's this? (first timer here)

[Belkarsbadside1]

Name: BelkarsBadSide(AKA BBB)
Race: Halfling
Class: Ranger (archer specialist)/Beastmaster Prc
Age: 29 yrs
Height: 3 ft
Appearance: See avatar
Backstory:Youll find out as you get to know him

Equipment: Quiver of fire arrows, magic Longbow, wolf animal companion sheet of lead

Abilities: Very good archer, hunter tracker, and assasin.

[ColonelFuster]

Name: Nairadinc Quarterelven
Race: 75% Human, 25% Elf, 100% badass.
Age: He dosen't know it, but he's going on 100.
Height: 5'4"
Appearance: He dosen't particularly take after either aspect of his heritage; the closest representation to what he looks like I can think of is Bill Nye. His short black hair is parted to one side, he has no facial hair, slightly enlongated but not obviously elven features, and wears the outfit of a priest. His only armor seems to be on his arms; great, hulking metal plates that give off a puff of steam every so often and whistle slightly if he gets angry, a guage or two dialing into the red. His black belt has a small, purse-like attachment that carries a small fox, who seems to constantly look around and growl at random things.
Backstory: After a demon ravaged Nairadinc's brother, Nairadinc discovered that he could perform simple incantations involving holiness. While the demon, known as a vampire, started to drain his brother's blood, Nairadinc (severely wounded) asked for his brother's blood to be turned into water. The small prayer, uttered with Nairadinc's very soul, turned his brother's blood into holy water, burning the vampire from the inside out. From then on, Nairadinc has been traveling through the Artifacts, ancient relics that take the form of doorways if you know what to say to them.

Equipment
Steam Arms: He crafted them himself in his home world, where the power of steam was magic-like in potential. He understands the workings of steam without trying: he says that this is his true blessing.
Armor Crystals: Small crystals of varying shapes and colors, that become armor when he prays over them. He currently has four- Spirit Armor, Healer Armor, Balder Armor, and Steam Armor. They only summon a breastplate and helmet, though.
Healer Armor: brings to mind a grotesque hummingbird. When he wears it, he gains the flight ability, and can heal wounds with a touch. The crystal is blue.
Spirit Armor: gold and noble-looking, possibly roman. Makes a fine impression in a social setting. Also makes others calm down if they are feeling hostile towards him. The only power of this armor- aside from making his immune to poison- is that he can trap demons in the empty crystal temporarily. He can see invisible spirits through the helmet's visor, though.
Balder Armor: oddly translucent, this armor has a partial ability to protect him from magic, and is incredibly tough- not even a full-force dragon tail slap could harm it (proven on one occasion.) However, he can still be hit in the legs by wooden objects.
Steam Armor: Makes him immune to mind control, telepathy, and a host of psychic powers. Unfortunately, it gets too hot and starts to burn him if he wears it for too long.
Zerda: His pet fox, found in a holy city. She can detect ghosts and demons.

[TwoBitWriter]

Name: Jonlas IV
Race: Shapeshifter
Age: 6 Months
Height:6’1” (Preferred Humanoid Form)
Weight: 186 (Preferred Humanoid Form)
Alignment: Neutral
Equipment: MageWeave Clothing (capable of changing form with him,) a wizard's wand of unknown power, a history book on The Town, and his Assassin's Dagger (concealed.)
Background - Jonlas IV was the artificial creation of the wizard Jonlas Lankhannen. He was the fourth incarnation, but the first to be given sentience. He was formed from the combination of both corpses of various magical and mundane creatures and specially-mixed alchemical components. With the ability to shift his form into any living creature that he has seen, the wizard Lankhannen used him to spy on his enemies and assassinate those who caused him trouble.
After performing an assassination on a rival wizard, Jonlas happened upon the woman’s library. Curiosity and naivety overcame his directive from Lankhannen, and he opened a tome about a place called “The Town.” After spending hours perusing the dead wizard’s library, Jonlas decided to find this place called “Town.” Taking a single wand from his target’s study, and the book on The Town’s history, Jonlas headed out on foot. The journey was long… and harsh, but Jonlas eventually arrived in Town, nearly collapsing in the streets from hunger and exhaustion.
Common Knowledge: In his typical form, he resembles a younger version of his former master. He is tall, of medium build, and quite handsome with long, shaggy brown hair that occasionally hangs over a pair of brown eyes. However, he can assume many different forms, though he will only occasionally do this. He has a natural talent with fighting with various forms of blades and sneaking, having extensive assassination training from his master. He is still incredibly ill-informed of the outside world and is thus extremely open to suggestion. He has no knowledge of good and evil, knowing only orders. He has grown aspirations of becoming his own master, one day. But this will largely depend on if his internal growth is properly guided.
He speaks in this color.

[Saintjebus]

Ok, this is my first free form character, so I will probably be editing it as I go along. Enjoy!

[Stats and Description]
Name: Jere Wanderer
Race: Human
Class: Ranger, Two-bladed Style
Alignment: Unaligned
Equipment: He wears a simple adventurer's outfit, over hide armor that has dark streaks running down it, with a cloak, vest, leggings and boots. His clothing leans toward greens and browns and is not always in the best repair. He wields a doublebladed sword, with both
ends generally kept sheathed. This has the effect of making his weapon look like a quarterstaff. The sheaths are steel, but are generally rather tarnished, so without someone looking closely, it looks just like polished wood. When he needs to unsheath, he flourishes his staff around his head, and slips the sheaths off with a quick sleight of hand. He has pockets in his leggings for his sheaths.His hair is jet-black, and his eyes are a brilliant green. He stands about 6'3 and is 200 lbs. He wears a gold ring on his right hand. He has a bag of holding strapped to his left leg.

[Backstory]
Jere was raised by his father and uncle in the forest near Waterdeep. When he was 19, his father and uncle were murdered by a previously angered demon from their adventuring days. Jere was hunting at the time, and got back just in time to see the demon leave. His father gave him his gold ring with his dying breath. Jere left the forest to avenge his father's death. He has been adventuring since then, always on the lookout for the demons that killed his father and uncle. He changed his last name to "Wanderer" to signify his chosen profession.

[Common Knowledge]
Jere is an extremely capable combatant, but he prefers to solve problems by diplomacy. Jere tends to be quiet until he sees some injustice, and then does his best to resolve the problem without bloodshed. He hates demons and devils, and will be extrememly hostile, if not attacking on sight. Jere talks in this color.


[Plots]
Jere is not yet in any plots.


[Notes]
Stats: Jere Wanderer, Human Ranger 10 (4e)
Strength: 20
Constitution: 16
Dexterity: 18
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 17
Charisma: 12

HP: 78 Bloodied: 39
Resist 5 Necrotic and Poison

Defenses
AC: 25 (27 Vs AoO)
Fort: 22
Ref: 22
Will: 19


Skills: Acrobatics, Athletics, Dungeoneering, Endurance, Insight, Nature, Perception
Feats: Toughness(from Rgr), Quick Draw, Lethal Hunter, Two-Weapon Defense, Two-Weapon

Fighting, Weapon Focus-Heavy Blades, Defensive Mobility, Skill Training-Insight

Languages: Common, Elven

Equipment: Bag of Holding, Adventurer's kit, +2 Flaming/+2 Frost Double Sword, +2 Deathcut Hide Armor, 2500 GP

[Ricky S]

[Stats and Description]
Serrin Northwind
Height: 5'5
Weight: 85lbs
CG Elf Cleric
movement 30ft

A lean young and wise elf from the North Forrests. Not particularly intelligient and rather awkward in social situations. Serrin is a skilled archer and battlefield cleric.

25 poit buy
Str 14 +2
Dex 12 +1
Con 10
INt 10
wis 20 +5
cha 6 -2

Ac 20 Hp 31

Attack
Masterwork Composite Longbow +2 ,D8 + 2 damage

Feats (* denotes bonus feat)
*points blank shot
Rapid Shot
Zen Archery
*Endurance
*Bow profficiency
*Longsword Profficiency

No turning
Bonus feats: Endurance
Add speak language and survival as class skills

Skills (inclusing ability modifiers)
Concentration 8
Listen 7
Spot 7
Survival 10
Speak Language (extra 3 languages)

Domains
Storm Domain, Elf Domain

Languages
common elvish draconic orc sylvan

Items
Full Plate
Masterwork Composite Longbow +2
Longsword
Boots of Running
Masterwork Bucklar
Ring of Flint
Dagger
Arrows 60
Blunt Arrows 20
Gas Arrows 10
Rope Arrows 10
Water Arrows 10
Fire Arrows 20

Weight carried 81.5
Flight Arrows 20

[Backstory]
Born into a typical elf village located in the forests to the north. Serrin had a typical elf childhood, raised by both parents, his father was an avid warrior training Serrin in the martial aspects of war. Serrin's mother on the other hand was the village healer and trained Serrin in the more humane aspects of life. How to care, heal and understand people. He began training as a battlefield cleric very early in his life. On his 65th birthday the village was assaulted by a particularly voracious band of sea scum. They had moved silently into the village during the night. They had made their way from the river which flowed through the north forrest. The townspeople awoke to the sound of the nightwatch bell. The resulting fight was short but bloody, the entire village was razed to the ground. However the townspeople where able to escape and only a few brave souls died that day. After the attack he bid his people fairwell in the hope he could help others in need.

[Ongoing Storyline]
After leaving his home forrest to the north Serrin has been seeking adventure in the southlands. Currently residing in Bayside and working for a trading company, Gotred's Trading Co, translating and healing the trade people.

[Purple_cloack]

Well, if anyone's been playing Pathfinder of Pathfinder Chronicles...

Vorenus Beastmoor

Lawful Evil Cleric of Asmodeus/ Loki
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Height:195
weight:56kg
Haircolour:Bald
Eyes: Yellow
Faction: Cheliax/Greasky City
Domains: Fire,Evil

Vorenus is a natural-born Cheliaxian. Born from the rich parents, the life of Vorenus was very easy. He learned everything about Asmodeus and the sealing of Rovagug. So, he decided that he will become a Cleric of the God of contracts. The Temple near to the home of Vorenus was a dreadful place for young boy, and its allergency corrupted soon young Vorenus.
But, the peace will not last forever. The Paladins, clerics and all other freedomfighters from Andoran raided the church and the Temple, wrecked the house of Vorenus and then, fleed back to Andoran.
Vorenus vowed his revenge on those, who destroy the temple of the Asmodeus, and set on his journey. he meet a Pathfinders, and joined the Pathfinder Community near the borders of Cheliax. They made a Contract:
1. Vorenus becomes a Emissairy of the Pathfinders, trying to estabilish as many as possible Pathfinder communities across the golarion. He also promised to keep a Journal of his long journeys to the wildlands of the golarion.
2. Vorenus is banned from the pathfindersm if he try to spread the word os Asmodeus to the places, where the Pathfinders have made contacts.
3. If Vorenus follows the contracts, Pathfinders try to find the Andorans who destroyed hes home, and gives information to the Vorenus.
4. Vorenus can keep the items that he finds on his journeys.

And so, the Contracts were made.

[Jitoru]

Stats:
Race: Dragon/Human
Age: Unknown
Height: 5"7
Weight: 156lbs
Name: Jai
Hair Color and Length: Jet-black and shoulder length.
Eye Color: In human form, grey; in dragon and half-dragon form, bright yellow. His eye color occasionally changes depending on his mood.
Equipment: None
Description: Jai has 3 forms; dragon, half-dragon, and full human. In his full dragon form, he is 20 feet tall, green-scaled, with two large ramlike horns protruding from his head and a pronged, devilish tail, and huge leathery wings. In half-dragon form he retains the tail, wings and horns; however, everything else about him is resemblant of his human form, albeit his yellow eyes. On top of this, patches of green scales run along the side of his body. He is most often seen in half-dragon form, and often mistaken for an incubus.

[Viera Champion]

I just wanna let everyone know this is not a place to make new characters. Thats what the character registry is for. This is what I think is a place to get your characters into a second directory??...

[Beans]

I just wanna let everyone know this is not a place to make new characters. Thats what the character registry is for. This is what I think is a place to get your characters into a second directory??...

This is the old directory. I think.
We use the new directory now.

[Viera Champion]

Oh well that makes sense. It's just someone posted a new character here. Or what I think is a new character... It's the person right above my post.