Characters of the Town (OOC)

[Madmal]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Malmagor Andrigal
Race: Human (shapechanger)
Class: Bard 6/Druid 18/Geomancer 10/Master of many forms 10/Warshaper 4
Alignment and Temprament: Neutral Good. Jovial. Has trouble expressing his emotions (the “right way”). Daydreams a lot. In a good temper most of the time.
Age: 18 (body)/+900 (soul & esscence)
Height: 5'3" tall
Weight: ((unknown))
Hair colour and length: uncombed black hair, around 3 inches
Eye colour: Dark Brown
Weapons:
- Judge [Weapon of choice]: Defending, Dancing, Merciful, Sizing sentient Falchion (lost in the battle vs Possesed Libris)
- Executioner: Keen, Vicious, Wounding, Brillant energy, Sizing, sentient Falchion, Mal only uses this sword under extreme pressure.
- Multi-guitar: Mal’s guitar, capable of reproduce almost every musical instrument.
- Bard/Druid spells: i don’t have to explain that, do i?
- Natural weapons: due to Improved Wild Shape abilities

[Backstory]
((soon))

[Common Knowledge]
- Mal’s a sad drunk.
- Mal knows some complex rituals that can fuse the essence of many creatures.
- Mal was the owner of The Underhill Fortress inn, but he closed it due to low income, now it serves at his headquarters.
- Mal’s animal companion, a red eagle named Leilah, likes to lurk around town.
- Mal managed to capture and channel some of the power from the Flame of Destiny, an Uber Artifact made of a dead Ubergod’s eternal energy and known to be one of the many keys to achieve epic power.
- Mal dissapeared for some time while running away from the higher powers, who were angered (or afraid?) of Mal’s nerve to stole The Flame.
- After his second arrival, Mal’s body was heavily scarred and in their last days; he challenged Possesed Libris and was slayed, due to his heavy wounds and doomed disposition.

[Notes]
Most of Mal’s power (and levels) is currently beign repressed by ancient magic, he’s also looking for a good archenemy.

[Ongoing Storyline]
Mal was waiting for his sister to help him in a reborn ritual, but she didn¡t appeared and he decided to search her himself. He has recently returned and is laying uncouncious on the ethereal plane.


[Stats and Description]
Name: Rennard the Corsair
Race: Half-ogre/Half-dragon (bronze)
Class: Favored Soul 17/ Barbarian 7/ Rogue 2
Alignment and Temprament: Chaotic Good. Mostly calm and easy-going, but when things get in his nerves, he can be pretty insolent.
Age: 25
Height: ((unknown))
Weight: ((unknown))
Hair colour and length: doesn’t have
Eye colour: Black
Weapons:
- Crabhammer: Speed, Bane (constructs), Throwing, Defending maul; has a lot of engraved pictures of giant crabs and krakens.
- Natural weapons: Claw and Bite

[beholder]

I'm new here, so tell me if i've done something wrong)
Name:
Bookoo de yoo (beaucoup des yeux)
but most people will call him beholder, as not many would ask him for his name.

[Stats and Description]
An average looking beholder, he sometimes wears a floury apron.nobody asks him why

[Backstory]
Bookoo fled the great holy paladin massacre of 67' when a paladin ambushed and slaughtered a group of peaceful, but evil,monsters.He and his family fled to the town, where he has opened a bar, and all night reptillian-curry house.
[Common Knowledge]
He doesnt want any trouble, and is peaceful.in fact some of the younger teenage hotheads have taken to teasing him (maggot-face,freak, I think i hear paladins a-comnig!! )just becuase the normally feared monster has a peaceful, shy streak.He holds darting, archery,curry eating, and one misc. contests at his bar weekly.
[Notes]
Has a strange-italian-french accent.plays the harmonica
[Ongoing Storyline]
None yet

[Abd al-Azrad]

Name: Abd al-Azrad
Race: Human (extraplanar)
Class: Diviner 23/Initiate of the Sevenfold Veil 7
Alignment and Temperment: Chaotic Neutral. Paranoid. Not a terribly good public speaker. Possibly mad.
Backstory: Abd comes from a world overrun by hideous beings of nightmarish power. He once dedicated himself to somehow stalling these forces, and protecting his world from these beings which constantly tore away at the fabric of reality holding them at bay. However, his efforts were rewarded only such that, with all his power, he survived to watch his home consumed by madness and destruction.
Abd travelled from plane to plane, acting as a herald, trying to warn others of the devastation visited on his world. Though few listened, he was moderately successful in preventing further attacks by these monsters, and eventually grew confident that he could singlehandedly assault the beings. He was nearly killed by the godlike beings and fled through the planar tears they would leave in their wake. His arrival in the Town was unplanned, and Abd is having a bit of difficulty adjusting to the relatively chaotic life here.

...Consider that life in this Town is, in Abd's mind, more chaotic than a world overrun by gods and monsters of destruction.

Appearance: Relatively short, somewhat frail, generally a bit haggard, quite tanned.

[drackcove]

Name: Drackcove Karog
Race: White Orc
Class:Spirit Shaman 12/ Samurai 3/ Binder 5
Alignment and Temprament: He is Lawful Good but doesnt always say the most appriate things...though he always mantains to be a gentlemen
Age: 53 (though through complicated reasons he has seen 300 years go bye)
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 287 lbs
Hair colour and length: Black, long in pony tail
Eye colour: Blue eyes
Weapons: His Ancestors sword is merely a +1 Katana

[Backstory]
Former cheiften of the Skull Crackers Clan. Karog at a young age gained the title drackcove, or high king, taking over the entire clan. But not much more is known about his past except that he lost control of his clan and that it disintigrated.

[Common Knowledge]
-He runs the gentlemens club and is very wealthy
-when dealing with spirits and spiritual entities can destroy spirit stuffs.
-Can talk to the dead.(one of the rare living that can speak to the dead)
[Notes]
-is currently mia...aswell as his entire staff.

[Ongoing Storyline]
Ever since he arrived Drackcove has been attacked by a strange shadow. After one attack drackcove went missing.

[androgial]

http://www.thetangledweb.net/profiler/view.php?id=2225
backstory

appeared suddenly in a flash of light in town square curled up in a ball whimpering in fright. for reasons read the notes on character sheet. character is from toril.

common knowledge
is a kobold
appeared in a flash of light recently
building a mine and ski lodge north of town
is seen mostly trudging into alarra's gems with large sacks of gems

plots


npc's
frick main office clerk 1
frack storage vault clerk 1

[Thief-Wizard101]

Name: Mario Hovchekes( originaly Plutunni)
Heigt:12"8
Weight:190 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Age: 23
Race: Human/Giant
Class: Fighter
Aliance: Chaotic Neutral

Weapons: Big Boots

Back Story: Born In Italy, Mario , At the age of 8, started his Journey Leaving Italy ...forever.... He Traveled for three years and he ended up in the western europe. He did not know where he was, it was a big beautiful land. Trees Grew Majesticly and Mario knmew he hadnt seen anyything more beautiful in his life. In the distent he saw a large amount of trees in a row making a wall.. in between the trees where wooden Man made walls to cover the wholes, combined it was a large Majestc Wall...Mario traveled down to the wall. When he came closer to the wall, huns swooped in setting the wall on fire they rampaged into the city killing all Tree elves in the way. Shrieks Came form the burning city as the Huns left them to die as they rampaged ack they picked up mario and brought him back to Hungary.

Mario was brought to the King of Hungary's Palace where he grew up as the prince of Hungary. He really did enjoy it in Hungary. It was a very nice place, but he still couldnt get the " Moment" out of his head. Years passed and Mario know considered the palace home, but the terrible moment was still there, at the back of his head.

A few Years Later There was a Festival in the city to welcome home the soldiers from War. Mario Was enjoying the Party Greatly. When Near the End of The Party Rusian Communists Raged into the city. The Huns Began to attack the commies, but they couldnt off the enourmous army. The commies assasined the king and kidnapped Mario.

Mario was turned into a communist but he really did not want to be he knew he was Hungarian-Italien, but not a communist he struggled to get away from the commies.
Then in a war against the Polish he sneaked away from the army and hiding in an ally way he put his suit to flames and led his life as a polonia, a couple years later he started back to travelling and came to where he is now.. and where he wishes to stay for the rest of his life
There is no explanation to why he is a giant.

Ongoing story: Mario keeps on the low. He doesnt really show up very much. He might sometimes be found at Trogs, he might be helpin out or just staying for a drink.

Common Knowledge:
- Mario has constent mood swings
-Mario Is Strong
-Mario can go into a Major Rage if annoyed

[Cardel]

Name: Cardel
Race: Human (Half-blood Merian)
Class: Fighter/Swashbuckler, also has small amounts of magic on hand due to Merian heritage.
Alignment and Temperament: Generally Lawful Good. Cardel is good natured, but feels guilty about almost everything and is fairly paranoid, though he tries not to show it.
Age: Late teens
Height: 5 feet 8 inches
Weight: 105 lbs
Hair color and length: Dark brown, fairly short.
Eye color: Dark blue
Weaponry: An enchanted sword, several concealed knives
Armour: Full light plate armour, Battered two-tone shield.

Backstory
Cardel Asiria, named after his grandfather, is a half-blood Merian. The Merian people were a race of humans that had magic almost litterally flowing in their veins, and had the potential to wield vast amounts of power. His grandfather was the last true Merian, in the sence that he was the last survivor with training. However, due to an event known as "The Cataclysm", all the Merian people were wiped out, eventually including Cardel's Grandfather. His daughter, Cardel's mother, was the last surviving full-blood Merian. However, with no master or any hint of knowledge, she did not learn how to harness her power, at least not fully.
She married a sea captain, Captain Skies, and their child was Cardel. Eventually in this land, when Cardel was very young, there was an invasion, and Cardel's mother was killed. His father sent him away on a ship bound to a distant port, to get him away from the fighting. Cardel travelled from port to port on various ships for many years, until he was old enough to try to take responsability for himself. He has been trying to sail back to his homeland ever since, but ended up on a ship called "Starlight Victory" for several years, which was sailing around the Town's waters.
The ship was attacked one day, and everyone on board presumed it was just poorly trained pirates. But instead were hooded and cloaked figures, insanely good with their blades. With some help from a passing ship (Captained by Admiral Ceika), the figures were defeated and they retreated back. However, several nights later the figures litterally materialised on the ship, killing a lot of the crew. The captain was getting suspicious of Cardel, and after the third attack dumped him off on the nearest shoreline, which fortunately was near the town...

Common Knowledge
- Cardel has only become part of the town's cast recently
- He enjoys his evening's at Trog's Tavern
- He was attacked there by shaddowy figures who were very hard to kill

Notes
-Technically he is Cardel the Second, but he doesnt know it, nor particularly care.
- He has been away from his homeland for over fifteen years. He presumes everyone there dead.

Ongoing Storyline
The shaddowy figures are tracking Cardel, wanting to destroy him and anyone around him. He is now fairly sure that he is being tracked, after the recent fight in Trog's Tavern. He has yet to work out why he is being tracked, however that is perhaps something he will find out in the coming months....

[fryer1]

Name: Mister Fry
Race: Simulated Human
Class: Chef
Alignment: Neutral/Unfocused looking into the distance
Age: 47 approx.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 380lbs
Hair: Black handlebar moustache
Eyes: Swirly rainbow colours. Often goes cross-eyed or unfocused-looking-through-you
Weapons: Large frying pan

Backstory
Mister Fry was spawned from a dandelion seed carried on the back of a one-legged frog into the middle of the largest Tango tree and consequently sat on by a Dodecahedrapus (like a hexapus but with more legs).

Mister Fry has three brothers who were spawned in the same fashion, Mister Bake, Mister Grill and Mister Roast. He has no knowledge of them apart from that they exist somewhere. Fry began work at an early age, in fact the same day he was spawned, Fry started working for the one-legged frog that had carried the dandelion seed to the Tango tree as a chef, as all born like Fry are.

Soon he became popular with the local town in the surrounding vegetation and was soon famous. His skills were quickly bought up by a famous actor for a *****rdly sum, but Fry knew nothing of life or money so he didn't care.

He was content with his existance, mainly because he knew no different, until he was suddenly sucked into a passing wormhole and transported to The Town.

Common Knowledge
-Fry treasures his frying pan above everything else. He has no plausible reason for doing so, but he does it anyway.
-Fry rarely needs to use the bathroom, say, once in a month.

Notes
-Fry is a simulated human. This is because his race is so rare it doesn't officially exist and human is what he is closest to.
-His age can only be counted approximately because of his travel through the wormhole, Fry has aged 47 years himself although it is possible that he is actually several hundred years old, or young for that matter.

Ongoing Storyline
Fry has two objectives:
To cook; and To find the one-legged frog that carried him as a dandelion seed many hundred miles to the centre of the largest Tango tree.

[Elrosth]

Tiffa Fellwyn
<- avatar, better once I get around to making a new one.
Human CN female sorcerer/rogue with a penchance for charm, evocation, and the social skills.

Originally from Faerun, she's the daughter of Grant Fellwyn, and heir to the House Fellwyn estate in Waterdeep. Grant, her father, is a noble-merchant, traveling all along the Sword Coast. Deals in a variety of wares, with a niche market in foreign liquors. Her brother, Seith, is a well-known paladin in Waterdeep, and they come into conflict quite regularly. Her traveling companion Veraiste, LN wizard, is regrettably not with her at the moment.

She is quite attractive, with fiery red hair and an excelent tan. She's also not shy about saying so. Wisdom isn't her best stat, and it generally shows through a bit. However, she is an excelent judge of character, and is quite adept at working with people. Also has a penchance for booze and men, though would not allow either to control her. Quite the opposite, actually. Her personality is flighty at times, and can switch between happiness and anger fairly quickly. However, she has a hard time taking much of anything seriously, and tends to view most (if not all) of her interactions with others as an ongoing game of sorts.

She just arrived in town just today, still clad in her traveling clothes.

[Pandaren]

[Stats and Description]
Name: Pandaren
Race: Unknown(some sort of panda humanoid)
Class: Paladin/Monk/Drunken Master/Sorcerer
Alignment and Temprament: LawfulGood ,quiet, loose knit,
Age: Unknown even to him
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 152lb.
Hair colour and length: None(but fur is black and white)
Eye colour: Solid Black pupils
Weapons: Quarterstaff, Fists, Barrel (is staff is unavailable)

[Backstory]
Was born in the wild but went to “The Town” to make money
And socialize with normal/semi-normal people(animals)

[Common Knowledge]
-Panda humanoid
-Owns a bar
-Opened an adoption center


[Notes]
-Uses Fire and Earth elements to fight.
-Has a Clone

[Ongoing Storyline]
Quite owner and caretaker of his tavern and the towns only Adoption Center

[NPCs]

Red (sorta)
[Stats and Description]
Name: Blue
Race: Unknown (Panda Humanoid)
Class: Monk/Drunken Master/ Sorcerer
Alignment and Temprament:
Age: Unknown(but young if you consider that he’s a clone….hmmmmm)
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 152lb
Hair colour and length: None(but fur is black and white)
Eye colour: Solid Black pupils
Weapons: Quarterstaff, Fists, Barrel (is staff is unavailable)

[Backstory]
Was cloned by Pandaren but some thing went wrong and now
Pandaren lost the ability to control water and air so now
Blue controls air and water and Pandaren controls Fire and Earth

[Common Knowledge]
-Panda humanoid
-Helps Pandaren with a bar
-Helps Pandaren with adoption center
-Is a clone splitoff of Pandaren

[Notes]
-Uses Air and Water elements to fight.
-Is a Clone

[Ongoing Storyline]
Does water Pandaren does, exept he gets drunk more
and like to play arcade games(don’t ask)

[NPCs]

None

[nailohi8]

Name: Nailo (The Mercury Dragoness)
Race: Half-deity. (Other half = unknown.) Has a bit of a shape-shifting ability.
Class: Sorcerer/Rogue, levels unknown but high. (Sor is higher)
Alignment and Temperament: NG, leaning towards Chaotic. Nailo is normally fun-loving with a slight cynical streak, but she sometimes has a short temper with those who try to order her around. She much prefers the company of mortals, as gods can have conversations that last for decades without saying a word.
Age: Unknown, but less than one millennia. Looks to be in her mid-to-late-twenties.
Height: 5'8" as human.
Weight: For your own safety, don't ask.
Hair color and length: Usually dark brown, with a slight silver sheen and a few silver hairs.(They look grey from a distance.)Hanging into the middle of her back, it's almost always bound into a ponytail at the base of the neck.
Eyes: Silver in all forms. Occasionally seen to have a second, serpentine pupil in each eye.(Main ones are normal for her current form.)
Clothes: A long-, wide-sleeved pale blue blouse with laces at the neck, and long medium-dark green pants with some small white embroidery at the ankles and waist. Plain, well-worn traveler's shoes. Not-too-thick brown cloak, backpack, and sometimes a large leaf-green hat with a white feather(shade of green is lighter than pants, but goes nowhere near white or yellow.)
Weapons/armor: She wears a belted longsword, which looks normal to a casual glance when sheathed, but closer inspection reveals that both the hilt and the blade are split down the center into black and silver/white halves, the color of the hilt opposite that of the blade on the same side. Nailo also carries many hidden knives and daggers about her person, *and in one hand she holds a thin wooden staff, exactly five feet in length. Beneath her blouse is sometimes seen a shirt of the finest mithril mail, seemingly forged from the stars.

Description:
Nailo is a tall, beautiful young woman with a look of age in her eyes. Normally appearing human, she sometimes reveals a pair of long (wing-span-wise) silver wings and a long, thick tail to the outside observer. (She otherwise still looks human, and there is no hole in her pants.) (Not hidden under her cloak, just not there.) On some occasions she appears as a mercury-scaled dragon about the size of a cat, usually for the purposes of either stealth or agility. Regardless of form, her gear is of high quality but a bit worn from use. It should be noted that her tail is at least as dexterous as her hands, and is often used in place of one. Also, she is a superb shapeshifter within her common forms, and can change from one to another seamlessly and without apparent concentration. A calico-tabby cat sometimes follows her around town.
*Note: The staff, armor, pack, and cloak are hanging in her room.

Backstory:
Nailo was raised as a mortal on a distant material plane until the age of 23 years, when her father (an unnamed elder god) came to claim her. At this point she was dragged off to the outer planes (completely without consent) to acquire "the tastes and refinement (Read: arrogance) suited to a being of her station, and the mastery of the abilities that are derived from that station." She was then bounced around the multiverse for nearly a century, learning magic, history (mythology to mortals), and a few other talents that would not have made her mortal foster parents proud. During this time, she searched for news of who her real mother was, but was told that Mom was dead and turned back at all attempts to get more information. At the end of a century, Nailo was brought before assorted high deities and ordered to swear an oath to not interfere directly in mortal affairs. She refused, citing many instances of gods interfering directly, and the fact that, by definition, she was a mortal herself, and thus the oath would prevent her from taking part in her own affairs. Nailo was promptly exiled from the cosmology due to "mortal stubbornness." She will remain in exile from her home plane(s) until her mortal blood has "simmered down" and she agrees to swear the oath. (Not likely to ever happen.) She has spent the past few centuries wandering around the multiverse, picking up knives and anything else interesting that comes her way. She even has her own demiplane, complete with cat portal. (Most of her stuff is there. Someday I'll do a write up for it.) Now she has stumbled upon the Town in her ramblings, and thinks it might be an interesting place to stay for a while.

Common knowledge:
-Nailo can occasionally be muttering about "cousins" and "exile", particularly when angry.
-She has set up her demiplane portal in an alley near Trog's.
- Nailo carries many hidden knives, which do not even make bumps in her clothes no matter how she moves.
-Nailo runs the Town daycare!

Notes:
Nailo cannot actually get drunk on alcohol of any kind. She does, however, get very drunk on sparkling cider. (She carries a vial of the stuff at her belt.)

NPCs:
Rhyana, Nailo's kitty. (currently in demiplane, watching the small ones.)
Fur: Long-haired, calico tabby pattern.(Calico patches on legs.) White ring around her tail, near the tip.
Other&notes: Can understand many languages, but can only speak cat.

Current plots:
None, but prone to jumping into stuff in the middle and stopping before the end.

[Were-Sandwich]

Name: Razik Darkstorm
Class: Tiefling Paragon3/Monk5/Fist of Zouken 10
ALignment: LN, with cynical tendencies
Race: Tiefling
Height: Tall
Weight: Light
Equipment: Double Scimitar of Coolness



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Backstory

Rivik lived in a monastary near The Next Town Over. He lived peacefully with the locals and other Monks, using a large cowboy hat to disguise his fiendish heritage. However, one day, a gust of wind blew the hat off his head. He was immediatly atacked my an angry mob, whom threw stones at him, and tried to lynch him amid cries of 'Kill the Demon'.
Then, everything exploded into black, glowing flames. The whole mob was incinerated, as well as everything near them, leaving nothing but ash.
Rivik cannot control his strange power, and it only activates when he is in extreme danger or in peril of his life.
Rivik came to the Town, trying to make a living here.

Common knowledge

• Rivik is a tiefling, and a fairly powerful one
• He uses a Double-Scimitar in combat
• He likes tequila

NotesIf seriously threatened, there is a small chance of trigerring his pyrokinetic powers.

[metakirb]

Metakirbs town characters, now with personal quotes ^^
Gaia avatars used for general appearances because they are accurate to what i have in my mind of their appearances

Metakirb Draconis
oh god, not again...

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Race: Dracorion
Class: Dracoknight /dragon tamer
Alignment and Temprament: good but becomes enraged easily
Height: 6 feet, 3 inches
Weight: 135 lbs
Age: 18
Hair: Dark brown/Black, long at front, covers his left eye occasionally
Eye colour: Dark Blue
Gaia style appearance:

[Backstory]
Re-incarnant of an ancient warrior, he has forgotten all memories of previous lives, all warriors, and wonders who he really is
So i ditched that backstory, time for a revised version
As far back as he can remember, he has been without a home, travelling for several years with his friend, Terran Bloodrage, he was always accompanied by his dragons, Kalessin and Drakkon, eventually he ended up running from Terran when his sister disapeared and Terran blamed him for it, ended up in the town.

[Common Knowledge]
His wings are normally spread
Currently without a weapon, other than his hands, which can become dragon claws

[Notes]
Has two dragons called Drakkon, a fire dragon, and Kalessin, a chaos dragon.
Wields the sword: the dragons fang, forged from the hardest dragon bones
likes swords, Nemesis of Terran Bloodrage
Good friend of Martini
is good friends with serra bloodrage, doesn't realize too much how she feels.
One of few remaining Dracorions alive, Prince of those who remain.

[ongoing storyline]
After battling his nemesis Terran, Metakirb was forced into his half dragon form, a human shaped dragon looking form, his sword is now merged to his right arm, his left hand has become a large claw, his armor has been covered with black and red scales and golden wings have appeared on his back.
Metakirb is currently affaected by Phazon and his wings have expanded, and he glows a faint blue, his sword has morphed into a more curved shape and phazon can be seen all over it, his eyes are covered with the blue glow of phazon. After having it drained from him metakirb remembers nothing of what happened while phazon infected, in order to become strong enough to storm coros temple metakirb has accepted phazon, and returned to his phazon corrupted form, died at the hands of coronus, but projected a form long enough to ensure coronus' sealing, upon coronus' death, he was freed from the seal sphere with him, now he needs to deal with coronox, Trying to finish pyrolox he was trapped with him in the pyren realm, Metakirb is at a serious disadvantage here, with pyrolox in his element, and running out of food, Escaped when Pyrolox seemingly let his guard down, really pyrolox split his essence, and took metakirb as a host, after being discovered by Who and Estran, he discarded the body, taking metakirbs life essence and mind with him, Freed by Edsern, he retook his body, later discovered the other half-species the dracoorions are, and also why it was forgotten, they are half corolox

Intresting fact: Led a small band of his people in the war against the corolox at only 8 and a half years old

Dracorion/corolox war history

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((it should be noted that all speach is in the Dracorion language))

As this is written the corolox slaughter many fellow dracorions just outside, We've lost...

It began when they first arrived, a small band of "flammalons" raided a small village, all to test our strength. We fought them back, at little cost. soon they sent the corolox, Aqualox and Shadelox were first to attack, we underestimated the threat that the two presented, and lost many lives to hold them back, Then Boltlox showed up, and smashed through our defenses, My own son, Metakirb, Took charge of a small band of elite warriors, including His friend Terran, And headed off to strike the core of the enemy, coronus... they gave us valuable information, but still failed, and my son and terran were the only ones left alive, as they left the capital, they recorded a journal:

We Left today, Me, Terran, Sethral, and Geros, The corolox aren't expecting a small attack, so we should be able to sneak past them, Geros is up ahed, scouting for 'lons

so... we take out thier leader, get back to the capital, and watch them crumble without a leader

sounds good, we should be able to do it with ease

Sethral flips his dagger, whistling, then he stops

It might not be as easy as you think m'lord

hmm?

they attack in small numbers, Most of thier army is probably left to defend thier leader

perhaps... still, it's your call meta

we keep to the strategy, yes, it will be risky, but theres always a back way in.

Geros then came back

clear path, we should be able to get a whole days travel unhindered

then let's get moving

We took flight, a day passed, burnt villages, smoking forests and dead bodies were all around, after a few hours rest, and a small meal, Geros went ahead to scout our days path

those savage monsters...

Terran, clam down. we need to keep our heads straight

How can you talk like that?! for all we know, right now, those bloodthirsty beasts are slaughtering YOUR people Kirb!

Do not talk to your prince in such a way Terran!

Calm Sethral, Terran is right, those beasts may be slaughtering my people, our people, right now, but we must remain together!

hmhm, it's impossible to stay mad at you...

Well... here's geros

Geros came back, and another day passed unhindered, We woke to a unusual sight, black smoke covered the area for miles and miles

Geros! Are there any villages around here?

none sir, I think this could be the black winds

((the black winds: An incredibly thick Fog, sight is restricted greatly inside it, Travels at a similar speed to a strong wind, occurs once every three years on Dracorlon.))

Terran smiled at this

'bout time we had some luck.

We should go now, the wind is moving the same way we are, it'll cover us for a day or two

And so we kept moving for three more days, the winds lifted and we continued scouting, two days later we came upon the corolox stronghold

You sure we need to scout for a way in?

yeah, we rush in, we'll be swarmed, we find a back way, we get through with minimal effort

Geros came back

an unguarded tunell lies round the back, it looks like it goes in pretty deep

And so we snuck in, made our way to a large chamber, with what looked like a larger one further back

Wait... someone's...

Geros fell, bleeding

Geros!

Now now, you'll be joining him soon

We turned to the voice, Shadelox.

Dammit...

You... you killed him!

aren't we clever...

Sethral lunged at him... only to end up like Geros

Meta... this isn't good...

we should...

there's no escaping.

yeah... Bloodrage Blinder!

A large flash filled the room, Terrans trick, we ran, escaped, and made our way home, however we managed to find some texts in the stronghold, relating to coronus' powers.

This is where my sons journal ends, As does my life, three days after my son's last entry, they made a full scale attack, and now, they lie outside our city...

Post-Town Events:

Project Omega mkII

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We've travelled miles searching for that renegade mech, Estran, Terran, Edsern , Sentra and i have Got together to take him out.

good to see everyone's here...

it's been a while...

so what's the problem?

You remember Project Omega?

The reprogrammed cyber?

yep, turns out, whoever reprogrammed him, took plans on his construction, improved them, and constructed a second Omega, much more powerfull

so powerfull that you need all of us?

yes, sorry i needed to disturb you all for this, but he's incredibly dangerous

You wouldn't call us all if you didn't need us...

thanks, last i saw of him, he was headed north from here

what're we waiting for then?

And so we headed north, Sentra began tracking him, and we followed his path for three days without incident, eventually...

hmm?

what?

lost him, there's no sign of where he went from here...

Edsern was the first to spot them

incoming.

We turned, A group of incredibly strange creatures were running towards us, they looked like a hybrid of a human and some animal, but cybernetic.

heh... it's been a while since i've fought...

Terran Dashed forwards, slashing at them, he injureed a few, but no serious damages were caused to any, Sentra begun scanning, Estran fired off spells, Edsern Started stabbing at them wherever possible, And i followed a similar tactic to Terran

Just like the corolox war, eh kirb?

yeah

We managed to take down a few, but still weren't doing any serious damage overall

got it!, aim for the tails! Their power source's are there!

shouldn't be too hard

Edsern took down several alone, Terran and i took down a few, Estran took down some, and Sentra picked off the survivors

What were those?

Their programming calls them Cyblades

Cyblades?

yep, created by Omega, we follow where they came from, we find him

And so, we followed the trail back to Omega's base

he's in there

probably guarded by more Cyblades

i'll take care of them.

we all know the plan?

i take care of the Cyblades

i scan Omega for any weaknesses

and the rest of us keep him distracted...

good... let's go

We headed inside, a few Cyblades attacked, but we got to Omega relatively unhindered.

it's about time you all showed up...

Omega, we'll make sure to shut you down permenantly!

I doubt that... Cyblade Gigas, meal time...

Several Cyblades appeared, only they looked much stronger

Cyblade or Cyblade Giga, it's still gonna die!

I charged for one, And almost shattered my arm blade

scan commencing...

We took a defensive formation round Sentra, and fended them off, trying to get in some good hits, Terran made a bit of a gamble as usual... he lunged at one, Landed on it's back, waited, the Creature raised it's Scythe-like Tail, and skewered itself when Terran moved out the way

i think i found it's weakness...

yeah, These things are made of Omega alloy, virtually impenetrable, though oddly weak to contact from itself...

alright, so all we do is make them kill themselves...
((and will continue later))

Metakirb talks like this, due to a little help from his friend, Who, All languages are telepathically translated in his head
Theme music: Soldiers of the wasteland and Fury of the storm

Kalessin: chaos dragon
Drakkon: fire dragon
Now individual chars
Kalessin talks like this
Drakkon talks like this
Both dragons only speak Dracorion
Introducing serraleth, baby gold dragon
serraleth talkslike this
Also only speaking Dracorion

Kemros Lumeron
Silvros, SHUT... UP!

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Race: Shadowlander
Class: Mercenary/Lunar Knight
Alignment: Neutral
Temprament: good
Age: 18
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160lbs
Hair: Long, Dark brown (almost black)

Backstory: A Young Mercenary, always accompanied by a small silver serpent with wings named Silvros, he has recently gained a strange sword of unknown origin, not much else is known
Kemros (or rather Silvros) has revealed that he was a mercenary for the three lunar gods, Lunos, lunar god of life, Soren, god of pain and Meros, god of battle, he spent four years serving them, acomplishing tasks given by Lunos and Soren, but Meros never gave him any tasks, then Meros told him to search for Luner cave, inside he found two swords, a silver sword, sword of the lunar gods and a strange sword covered in black vines, Meros warned Kemros that his task was to purify the cursed sword, while trying to do this he would not feel pain or life, he could not talk or sleep, but he took the task, So Meros sent his servant, Silvros, to talk for him.
Upon finding a wealth of lunar artyefacts scattered around the area Kemros has recovered his emotions and his voice, he remains, however, still trapped by the curse of the sword

Equipment: light armor, covers all but head, Dark brown coloured, Sword of the lunar gods, Strange sword, covered in black vines (currently does not use)

Kemros talks like this
Silvros talks like this

Sentra Aran
Nice one Meta... Nice one...

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Race: Human/Alimbic
Class: Bounty hunter
Alignment and Temprament: good but becomes enraged easily
Height: 6 feet, 3 inches
Weight: 135 lbs without power suit over 300 lbs with
Age: 25

equipment: a chozo power suit, augmented by alimbic defensive technology and an arm cannon made to adapt to an enemies weakness

Backstory: when Ridley and his space pirate army attacked K-L2, two children were all that survived, one child was found by the chozo and raised as Samus Aran, the other found by the Alimbic, years after the chozo found samus, and thought her the onl;y survivor, his name was Sentra Aran. He was raised an Alimbic warrior using a Chozo power suit the alimbics had gained through trade agreements with the chozo, augmented by thier defensive technology and equipped with an adaptive weapon system to find a foes weakness and exploit it. He proved his skill and prowess during the first great war on Alinos, proving himself to be a skilled tactician, causing his foes to chase alimbic warriors and rush straight into an ambush. When gorea attacked he could not defeat him, however he managed to lure him into the seal sphere, however he was also trapped and as long as Gorea existed Sentra was trapped. When Samus defeated Gorea she released Sentra, he now resembled one of the alimbic he grew up with but a black colour with red trims, With the Alimbic Having vanished seemingly from existance he set off to find his sister and the Alimbic that remained.

Sentra talks like this

Coronox Coreth
finally...

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Race: human
Class: lesser Pyromancer
Alignment and Temprament: neutral
Height: 6 feet, 2 inches
Weight: 150lbs
Age: 17
Appearance:

equipment: a few daggers.

bakstory: once a normal human with lesser powers over fire he set out on a journey to seek greater power, as he searched he came across a group known as the coronas, lead by an evil being called Coronus. Coronus granted him the power he saught, but at a price, his human body was twisted into the form of one of the corolox, elite guards of the coronas, becomming the most powerfull of the five corolox he became leader, a year later Sentra Aran landed on the planet and defeated him and the other corolox, a year passed and the corolox were revived by the remains of coronus' strength, and by the force of eight new corolox, Sentra returned to defend the planet and defeated them once more, Coronus was destroyed for good and the corolox were thought dead, to the pain of coronox's sister, Estran, however, Coronox still survived and has arrived seeking freedom from the corolox form, or revenge for coronus' death, which one is unknown, recently separated from pyrolox, is now human again (if anyone wants the full story behind it PM me and ill try and send what ive got)

Coronox talks like this

Waddle Dee
Wanna buy something?

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Race: Waddle Dee
Class: none
Alignment and Temprament: good
Height: 0'8"
Weight: 30lbs
Age: 12
appearance: http://kirby.webcindario.com/informa.../waddledee.jpg

Backstory: Normally a race of minions this waddle dee and some others have escaped to live a life of freedom, is clumsy and enjoys floating around using parasols and other things, generally enjoys finding "stuff" as he calls it.
Ongoing storyline: opened Waddle Dee's stuff shop, later upgraded it from a hut to a megastore, once a member of the GSA or Galaxy Soldier Army

Intresting waddle dee facts: Waddle Dees travel in large flocks, and, if given food and a place to stay, they will stay to serve that person to repay them (in short, they will obey anyone who feeds them.)

Though Waddle Dees have no visible mouths, they can eat; someone once gave a Waddle Dee a cookie to see how they eat, and the Waddle Dee absorbed the cookie through the spot on its face where its mouth would be.

Waddle Dee speaks like this

Cryon
I will protect this tower...

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Race: Cyber
Class: Lunar Robot
Alignment and Temprament: good
Height: 8 Feet
Weight: 300Lbs
Age: Unknown, at least 10000 years

Backstory: Originally built as a War Robot to defend the tower he began to learn, Spending hours in the libraries of the tower he learnt all about human feelings and emotions, As he learnt he began to question why he was built for war, Before the tower was looted he was de-activated for re-programming, which was unfinished due to the seige, found by Kemros he was reactivated and has vowed to protect Kemros for his kindness

Cryon speaks like this

Mia Mitrantha
Anyone seen a chaos dragon?

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Race: Human
Class: Archer/dragontamer
Gender: female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 18
Height: 5'10"
Weight: average
Hair: blonde
Eyes: bright blue
Appearance:
Equipment: Dragontamer flute, Dragonbone bow, a dull silver coloured light armor, chaosbane shortsword, various types of arrows including a sortof boomerang arrow
Backstory: A young girl, brought up as a dragontamer, her family killed by chaos dragons, she trained herself as an archer to avenge her family, after discovering she had a talent for cybernetics she created Komos to protect her on her travels, she came to town discovering that one of the chaos dragons that killed her family was nearby

Mia speaks like this

Komos Katheran
Current objective, protect creator

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Race: Cyborg
Class: Defense mech
gender: male
alignment: Whatever he's programmed for
Age: 10
Height: 6'
weight: 250Lbs
Hair: none
Eyes: red
Equipment: Multi function rockets, piercer blades, machine turrets
Backstory: A cyborg created by Mia to protect her

Komos speaks like this

Estran Coreth
Aww... what a cute chocobo

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Race: human
Class: Black mage
gender: female
alignment: chaotic neutral
Age: 15
Height: 5'8"
weight: average
Hair: Long, Dark brown
Eyes: silver-blue
Appearance:
Equipment: A powerfull rod made by her brother before he became a corolox, a seemingly unlimited supply of ultima knives
Backstory: A young girl who grew up on Coros, her brother became one of the corolox, she trained herself as a thief, years after the coronas were hought destroyed she trained with the archsage on coros, becoming a mage
She now wears a more of a traditional thief garment since her mage robes were destoryed by a voilon, replaced with a blue top, skirt and ribbon

Estran speaks like this

Metaflame
it's peaceful here...

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Race: Dracorion/Corolox Hybrid
Class: Dragon tamer/warrior, pyromancer, swordmaster
Alignment and Temprament: neutral good
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 135 lbs
Age: 18
appearance: identical to metakirb with fire burning off various parts of his body
Hair: Identical to metakirbs
Eyes: Dark blue
Equipment: same as metakirb and coronox
Backstory: A being caused by the merging of coronox and metakirb, he wished to return the two making him to existance but to still exist in the process, having some help from waddle dee they found a way, at the expense of an NPC
Metaflame talks like this

Skrall
Come on Prof, wheres the damn phazon?

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Race: Space pirate
Class: Weapons technology tester
Alignment and Temprament: chaotic evil
Height: 7'
Weight: average
Age: 20
appearance: Metroid prime 2 space pirate
Hair: none
Eyes: deep silver
Equipment: whatever he's given to test
Backstory: A space pirate designated to test weaponry, he has been assigned to the towns hidden research lab
Skrall talks like this

Sendras
Yeah... anyone here have pure intentions?

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Race: Dragon
Class: Dragon
Alignment and Temprament: Lawful Good
Height: 20'
Weight: average for a dragon
Age: 20
appearance: Pure white
Hair: Silver mane
Eyes: Crystal Blue
Equipment: An as of yet unused set of reins on his back
Backstory: A white Dragon cast into the wild when born, left with a pair of reins that change to his size, he seeks a rider of noble intentions
Sendras speaks Draconic and common like this

Tral Sha'leth
I NEVER miss a shot...

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Race: Kriken
Class: Elite
Alignment and Temprament: Chaotic neutral
Height: 5'
Weight: average for a kriken
Age: 20
appearance: http://metroid.neoseeker.com/images/...y_hunter_2.jpg
Equipment: An Elite issue Imperialist laser sniper
Backstory: A kriken Elite sent to find "The Hunter" or Sentra Aran, sent by Empress Kriken herself, he is the best kriken elite there is
Tral speaks Kriken and common like this

Kertath Seraph
ifyou don't shut up within three seconds your soul is mine...

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Race: half-seraph
Class: Seraph Knight
Alignment and Temprament: Neutral
Height: 5' 12"
Weight: average for a half-seraph
Age: 18
appearance:
Hair: Short Black
Equipment: A Seraph Longsword with ornate carvings on the hilt, was a cermonial sword in his tribe, but on his exile he was given it for protection by the priests
Backstory: Exiled from his tribe at the age of five, he went mad, found three years later by an old man, he was trained to become a soul knight, harnessing others souls to strengthen himself, ten years have passed since he was found but still his sanity is not what it was
Soon after having his need for souls removed to save his life his mind was too fragile and broke, somehow it managed to repair itself, and he spent over a month training in the woods, recently finished
speaks common like this

Ω or Project Omega
I will crush you all...

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Race: Mech
Class: Defense Mech
Alignment and Temprament: Evil
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 300Lbs
Age: 4 years since creation, Modification from Sigma to Omega, recent
appearance: A metallic human, Outfitted with cybernetic armor
Hair: none
Equipment: an unknown number of hidden weaponry, main weapons: A pair of blades, chain-shurikens, the blade of death a sword with such a thin blade it is invisible to human eyes from most angles, but is devastatingly sharp
Backstory: A mech designed to be the perfect defense mech he was named Project Sigma, A small error in his programming gave him free will, eventually he betrayed his creators after they had upgraded hiom to the greatest he could be, he then arrived at the town to seek a worthy master, Was ambushed and taken to a lab somewhere, where he was changed to Project Omega, Upgraded for powerfull close range combat, and his capability for speed was also increased, Has been reprogrammed to Destroy
speaks common like this

Voidlox
Get that spire out of my void!

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Race: Corolox
Class: Void mage/blade master
Alignment and Temprament: neutral
Height: 7'
Weight: 150Lbs
Age: unknown
appearance: similar to coronox, though he is a purple colour instead of red
Equipment: A strange rod with a blade fitted onto the end
Backstory: The true leader of the corolox, Volox was the first to be formed, hidden away after coronus was sealed he was granted powers of the void
speaks common like this

Hydrolox
cool it fire boy...

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Race: Corolox
Class: Aquamancer/blade master
Alignment and Temprament: Neutral
Height: 7'
Weight: 150Lbs
Age: unknown
appearance: similar to coronox, though she is a blue colour instead of red
Equipment: A small fountain, thought to be a keepsake from a long lost lover
Backstory: The corolox of water, killed by Sentra twice on planet coronus, almost ended the group when she claimed to be acting like she worked for coronus, casted charm spells over the entire group, and almost had them kill each other, stopped by the unaffected Estran, she has recently been resurected
speaks common like this

Neross Mendarol
so... what are the laws concering necromancy here?

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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Necromancer
Alignment and Temprament: Lawfull neutral
Height: 6'
Weight: 150Lbs
Age: 23
appearance: Average human, covered in a balck cloak
Equipment: Blood covered knife, and a staff
Backstory: As a young boy he was fasinated by Necromancy, not for the minions, but the general studies of death itself, on the death of a loved one he vowed to study death untill he found out how to stop it, or prolong life.
Travels with a Greater Marid named Therlan, who prefers the form of a panther to any other form
speaks common Like this
Therlan speaks just about any language like this

Serlan Shaldur
Kemros, where are ya?

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Race: Shadowlander
Gender: Female
Class: Shadow knight
Alignment and Temprament: Neutral
Height: 6'
Weight: 150Lbs
Age: 17
appearance: Mostly she hides in shadow, but when talking to Kemros she generally ditches the shadows revealing that she wears a shadowknight suit of armor
Equipment: Twin Shadow blades
Backstory: Childhood friend of Kemros Lumeron, When he left to serve the lunar gods she was left to defend the village, becoming a shadow knight she repelled attacks until the attackers realised Kemros had gone, and attacked in full force, overpowered she had no option but to find Kemros
speaks common and Sharnos like this

Dark Metakirb/Malos
The guy Admits to a Million murders and you arrest ME?!

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Race: phazon/Dralmer
Gender: male
Class: phazon-Draco knight
Alignment and Temprament: Chaotic evil
Height: 6'
Weight: 150Lbs
Age: A few months, gained sentience when the silver phazon formed inside Metakirb
appearance: Like Metakirb in a more Dark Samus colour scheme in his Dmeta form, in his natural form, a five year old boy with a small pair of dragon wings
Equipment: Phazon Blade
Backstory: Once a young boy about five years old, He and his race, the Dralmers, were slaughtered by Metakirb in a blind fury at the deaths of almost all other dracorions, somehow he found his soul encased in a dracorloth stone metakirb carried with him, Eventually he formed as silver phazon inside metakirb, he bided his time and eventually set himself seperate from metakirb, vowing to kill metakirb, After summoning a leviathan to the town, he was defeated in a battle Against Ser, During which he created another copy of himself, when the leviathan was destroyed, his new unstable form split into three parts, His anger, which takes his usual form, unable to talk, attacks almost anything on sight, His mind, Which takes the form of a ball of phazon, generally harmless, though has powerfull psionic phazon abilities, and his humanity, which takes his true form, A five year old boy, possibly the most powerfull of the three
speaks Common and Dracorion like this

Shas'Ui (meaning Fire veteran) Kerlos
Shal, what are you on about?

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Race: Tau
Gender: male
Class: Fire Warrior
Alignment and Temprament: Lawful good
Height: 6'
Weight: 150Lbs
Age: 15
appearance: This
Equipment: Photon grenades, EMP grenades, Pulse Rifle
Backstory: A young fire Warrior from the Icius Sept, accompaniedby his personal Gun drone, Shal. Shal has been programmed with intelligence, unlike other gun drones, he can make a good conversation
speaks Common and Tau Like this

Pyrokirb
right, let's go
i despise working with you...

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Race: Dracorion/acsended corolox fusion
Gender: male
Class: Dragonknight pyromancer
Alignment and Temprament: Chaotic Neutral (a fusion of CG and CE, so he's CN)
Height: 6'
Weight: 150Lbs
Age: unknown, sofar he's appeared for all of about an hour...
appearance: Metakirb with huge infernos raging on him
Equipment: None, all weapons are merged into thier form
Backstory: A fusion of metakirb and coronox in his ascended corolox state, the two often argue about general control, causing them to make mistakes, a common example is when the two want to dodge in differant directions
speaks Common and Dracorion like this and this (silver is metakirb and red is coronox)

The Seal

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Race: Seal
Gender: male
Class: Seal
Alignment and Temprament: Neutral
Height: 6'
Weight: 150Lbs
Age: Billions of years overall, current form is about 13
appearance: Average human, doesn't look anything special
Equipment: None
Backstory: An unusual being, created from a seal sphere, very rarely talks, in combat can defend himself by sealing his opponents abillities and natural talents, causing them to have the power of an average NPC, but he never fights back
speaks Very rarely like this

Kyumu Draconis

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Race: Dracorion
Gender: female
Class: dracoknight/ dragontamer
Alignment and Temprament: Neutral
Height: 6'
Weight: 150Lbs
Age: 25
appearance: Similar to metakirb, though her armor is a blue colour, her eyes green
Equipment: same as metakirb
Backstory: Metakirbs older sister, went missing at the age of six, along with one of the dracorion kings servants, thought dead, raised outside the dracorion empire, she grew a warrior, however, as she landed in the town, an odd creature attacked her, draining her of her memories
speaks common and dracorion like this

T.A.C

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Race: Cat
Class: ninja/thief
Alignment and Temprament: yoink
Height: 0'8"
Weight: 30lbs
Age: 12
appearance:
Speaks common like this

[devious3]

[Stats and Description]

Name: Devious
Race: Metahuman: Elf [3E Shadowrun Universe]
Class: Runner/Novice Decker
Alignment and Temprament: Mischievous. Friendly, though sometimes more than a little annoying.
Age: 21
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 155 lbs
Hair colour and length: Light Brown. Spiked and brushed forewards.
Eye colour: He wear sunglasses 24 hours a day, so you cant see his eyes.
Other Physical Charactersistics: Devious has a black tattoo of a Spade [as in the card symbol , not the shovel] around his right eye, and has very pale almost white skin. He wears a long black leather trench coat and dense but light chest body armour undernieth. Arround his nec hangs an elaborate white gold crucifix on a silver chain.
Weapons: Twin Berettas [model 101T] each with a 12 round clip, and silencers, as well as twin di-coated katanas. The pistols are holstered in concealed hip cases, and the Katanas in cases accross his back, which protrude from a hole in the backof his long coat.

[Backstory]
Danny Larmour was still in elementary school when both his human parents died, leaving only his big sister looking after him. They scrounged by, selling their home to make ends meet and taking up residance in little more than a shelter. That was untill his siter became the new look-out for a group of Runners. The moths passes and their living conditions increased slightly with each passing year. When Danny was arround 16 he was finally introduced to his sister's partners. As it turned out they had done quite well for themselves over the years, but kept low profiles untill everything was bought and paid for. The entire team had erected a labratory and bio-ware facility within an old delapitated building in the middle of downtown Vancouver. And he was to be their newest recruit.
Danny soon found himself imersed in Runner intrigue and surrounded with powerful connections. His sister's friends outfitted him with neural implants increasing his auditory and visual senses and encased his skelital structure with a material harder than the purest steel. He trained in both martial arts and ranged combat, finding that he was quite acurate and skilled with using two weapons at once. Whether it was from the implants or just a natural skill he didnt quite know, or even care for that matter.
As his training went on, he helped out with the odd run and gaining his own reputation for doing things which arent always apart of the plan but seem to work out anyways. Which lead to his gaining the Runner alias DEVIOUS.

[Common Knowledge]
- Devious has strange eyes and ears that allow him to view and hear things from afar and can remember almost anything seen and heard. So keep your secrets to yourself.
- Devious dosnt necisarily have to look at you to know where you are or aim at you, his pistols seems to aim on their own.
- Devious never talks about his family or the crucifix arround his neck. Asking about either of these things makes him angry and possibly hostile.

[Notes]
Devious is by no way a Cy-Borg or robot, or anything. He appears just like a normal elf/person would, the macinery within his body is bienith the skin and cannot be heard or senced. If magic is used to see what he really is... he really is an Elf... plain and simple.

[Ongoing Story Line]
Devious was the target of a magical mis-hap and has been sent to a place unlike any he's seen. His team-mates are now searching for a way to bring him home.

[Thiel]

[Stats and Description]

Name: Thiel
Race: Human
Class: Monk 20 Drunken Master 10
Alignment and Temprament: Chaotic Random. Silent and contemplating when sober. Happy yet short-fused when drunk.
Age: 32
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 161 lbs.
Hair colour and length: Long orange-red frizzy hair surrounds old scars on Thiels head.
Eye colour: Left eye is grey rigth is green. He is cross-eyed.
Other Physical Charactersistics: Lean and scarred are the words best used to descripe Thiel. His head is covered in an asortment of scars that stops at his eyes. Belov this point he is odly enough completely devoid of any scarring at all. Cuts that should leave large scars simply grows back together as if nothing had happened.
Weapons: Beat-up Quarterstave of unknown quality.

[Backstory]
Little is known about Thiel life before arriving in the Town. The scars on his head suggest he has been involved in an accident involving fire, electricity, cold, blunt force traumas, a fishing rod and a flight of small birds.
[Common Knowledge]

-Thiel knows allmost nothing about his past.
-Thiel almost never speaks when sober.
-Thiel takes insults badly, especially if they refer to his mental capabilities.

[Notes]
Due to his lack of memory and structured thoughts, any attempt to read Thiels mind will at best fail and at worst the chaos of his mind will render the scryer/reader/whatever completely insane.
[Ongoing Storyline]
Lost memories. Thiel has no recollection of his life before he arrived in the town.
[NPCs]

[Gengy]

[Stats and Description]

Name: Gengy the Great
Race: Gerbloid ((Original Creation))
Class: Warrior 9/Ultimate Barbarian 5/Gerbil Horde Leader 1
Alignment and Temprament: Chaotic Deceptive (Thoughful, typically quiet, but easily willing to break your spine if he feels like it)
Age: Unknown
Height: 5 feet 1 inch (tall for a Gerbloid, where short is 3 feet 4 inches)
Weight: 95 lbs
Hair colour and length: Fur is a very light brown with a few very light tan spots. Covers face and neck. Typically kept short.
Eye colour: Black on a good day, Red when angry
Weapons: Gengy normally has anywhere from three to ten daggers on his person, and a personalized, thin short sword. They are typically hidden under his long purple cloak.

[Background]

(still in works)

[Common Knowledge]
-Gengy runs the Summer Camp outside of Town
-Gengy may or may not have made a deal with a cat that may or may not be inchage of a mafia that certainly doesn't exist.
-Gengy is tough, mean, and has a large amount of small HD NPCs that will gladly die for him.
-Gengy is deffinalty NOT a gerbil horde leader in the disguise of a Camp Director. That would just be stupid.
-Gengy has a smooth, almost alluring voice.
-Gengy is never without his dark gloves or long purple cloak, hood, and shirt. Pants are most often black, but it is rumored he has a blue pair.
-Gengy loves his six whiskers to be precisely a foot long.

[Notes]
(none at this time)

[Ongoing Storyline]

"Overrunning the Town" - Gengy has been planning all summer how to use his horde campers to raid shop the Town dry. He has brought in a lot of NPCs and may eventually attack the Town. But first, he needs more reliable people.

"Mental Fencing with Don Sneak" - Gengy and Sneak have a mutual like for each other. That is, they both like to try to one up each other. So far, Gengy is losing badly.

[Triplewolfe]

Name: Wolfe
Race: Human/Were-Cerberic-Wolf
Class: Expert 10/Wizard 19
Alignment/Temperament: Senile Good/Chaotic Neutral (In human form he is old and rather insane, anywhere from harmless to helpful. In his wolf form, however, he regains much of his intelligence and his old Piracy alignment.)
Age: 73, but mental age of about 28 in wolf form.
Height: About *5’11” human form. 4’11” high in wolf form, but about 7’10” long.
Weight: About 130 lbs. in human, about 400 in wolf.
Hair color: Hair absent save for a white goatee in human form, greyish hair in wolf.
Eye color: A disconcerting yellow in both forms.
Other: Wears green sackcloth robes with a rope belt and a pirate hat in human form. Three heads with spiked collars in wolf form.
Equipment: Spell component pouch, A Bigg Nife, Moneypouch, a big backpack full of lemons, and a Gnarly Stick (Quarterstaff) in human form. *Afformentioned collars and Adamantine claws as a wolf.

[Background]

Wolfe was once a successful young *pirate king. He was a terror of the high seas and had about as many ships in his fleet as any country’s navy. He looted and plundered from anyone and everyone. *He wasn’t exactly a ruthless killer, but he was certainly a ruthless thief. After he plundered a ship he would give any passengers or crewmen the option to join his fleet as pirates or die. The split up was about fifty-fifty.

One month during the summer of his twenty-eighth year he and a select group of trusted crew members took his personal schooner to find the treasure of an assumed dead sea witch. However, the sea witch wasn’t dead at all. She killed all of Wolfe’s crew, burned his ship, and took him as her personal guinea pig/consort. Since the mission was a secret many of his crew assumed that he had simply retired.

During the large amount of experimenting that was performed on him Wolfe gained the ability to transform into his current wolf form. Though, due to an abnormality in magical currents, his fresh young mental state was frozen into the wolf form. Ergo Wolfe’s wolf form retains all of his memories and skill (despite his lack of thumbs) even as his human form becomes senile and decrepit. He also eventually learned the arcane arts from her over time. Due to his current senility Wolfe transforms seemingly at random, rather than at will.

After spending so many years with the young sea witch Wolfe fell in love with her. After a quick grassroots wedding ceremony performed by an intelligent mould on the wall they quickly created a family (in the normal way). Wolfe lived many happy years with his wife and kids, until all the kids went off to college and his wife died of scurvy (go figure). Having no reason to stay at home Wolfe set out to reclaim his former piratey glory.

About a year into his quest for piratey glory Wolfe suffered a mild stroke and mild blunt force trauma and mild constipation all at once, this fluke group of events pushed his already deteriorating mind over the edge. He lost most of his memories and much of his mental faculties. The only things he is sure to remember at any given moment is how to work a boat, what end of a spyglass to look through, the fact that he is a pirate, his hatred of scurvy, the only way to stave off scurvy is lemons, and his name. On a good day he may remember how to cast spells as a fifth-level wizard and that he has wolf transformation abilities (though he won’t remember how to activate the transformation).

[Common Knowledge]
-Most have heard the legends of *Wolfe the Pirate King, but none actually believe Wolfe to be the fabled sea-thief.
-Wolfe is a crazy old man who might have once had SOME glory.
-It is rumored that the old man has wolf powers, but few have actually witnessed them.
-Despite his basic incompetence at life Wolfe is actually a pretty good sailor.
-Wolfe has this thing about lemons…

[Notes]

A true seeing spell reveals Wolfe’s wolf form transcribed over top of his human form. A subsequent Read Thoughts spell will target the wolf’s mind. Due to a number of feats human Wolfe is too senile to use wolf Wolfe can cast spells at his full class level. Lemons double Wolfe’s strength *(from 8 to 16 or from 22 to 44).

[Current Plotlines]

Currently he is simply bumming around at Trog's.

[Emperor Demonking]

Psylycopa
Race: Saran. (apears human)
Class: Wizard 15/ Monk 5/ rouge 5
Alignment and Temprament: Le Cunning, calm and sometimes angry.
Age: 666
Height: 6 feet, 6 inches
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair colour and length: Black and short.
Eye colour: black, though she can change it.
Weapons: Magical staff, with imbued properties and rapier.

[Backstory]
Psylycopa was always trying to scheme for influince, since she was very young. Soon one suceeded and she was appointed a high position under the king of the realm.
That not being enough for him she eventualy hatched a plan to get herself the kingdom. It worked though it costed her two of her three pairs of arms. As queen his life became greater, though soon age crept up on her, and she feared her death coming. She didn't want to become undead, as her species has a hatred of undead, so she came to the lower realm, and made a pact with a powerful devil.
Now for immortality, she is forced to do certain things for her master.

[Common Knowledge]
None

[Notes]
None

[Ongoing Storyline]
Is trying to find out about everything.

Npcs

Silver- an imp that can turn into a fly and elf.
Gold- an imp that can turn into a human or hawk.
Bronze- an imp that can take the form of a cat or goblin.

[Space-Is-Curved]

[Stats and Description]

Name: Belak E. Lantra
Race: Gray Elf
Class: Druid/Ranger
Alignment and Temperment: Chaotic Neutral. Kind, can be angered easily, mood can change easily.
Age: 160
Height: 5 feet, 8 inches
Weight 115 lbs
Hair: Silver. Straight down to a few inches past his shoulders.
Eyes: Amber
Weapons: He carries a elaborate scimitar that he inherited as a prince, but he prefers his livewood longbow.

Backstory
Belak Lantra was born in Xen'drik to the King of a Gray Elf city. He disliked the arrogent and aloof people, so he ran away at the age of 27. It was on this trip that he found Farsight, a falcon that now follows him everywhere. Still very young, he was lucky to survive long enough to reach the trade city of Stormreach, were he was taken as a slave to Aundair. His master was killed in The Last War, so he decided to travel the world.

Common Knowledge
-He had a permenant form of Speak to Animals cast upon him, but it only allows him to talk to his animal companions.
-He distrusts gnomes bacause his slave-master was a gnome.
-He has a Falcon called Farsight who he considers his friend, not his pet.

Ongoing Story
Belak wishes to someday return to his home and make sure they are never found by the explorers of Khorvaire.
[hr]
[Stats and Description]

Name:Nysang G. Lantra
Race:Gray Elf
Class:Bard with a few levels in Monk and Cleric of Inari
Alignment and Temperment:Chaotic Good- Kind, sincere, fun loving, easy going, peaceful
Age:145
Height:5 feet, 3 inches
Weight:98 lbs
Hair:Gold. Waist length. Often tied in a ponytail.
Eyes:Violet
Weapons:None. She is trained in self defence but prefers to not fight.

Backstory
Nysasng ran away with her brother, Belak, When she was only 12 years old. He protected her as best he could, but she was taken as a slave with him. They both traveled to the Town together.

Common Knowledge
-Sister of Belak
-Loves animals

[ZombieRockStar]

Name: The ZombieRockStar
Sex: Mostly male, but since he's also channelling the spirit of certain female rock stars, he has gender confusion issues.
Race: Zombie
Class: Epic-level Bard
Alignment and Temperment: Chaotic Neutral. Fight the machine! As he's channelling different spirits, he acts schizophrenic a lot. One moment he may feel the groovyness of Hendrix or Lennon, the next he'll be violently rebellious like Sid Vicious. You never know.
Age: 27 (What age did you expect?)
Height: Average, about 5'9
Weight Sort of skinny, roughly 150
Hair: Long, rotten green
Eyes: Just whites
Other Characteristics: His style of dress changes from day to day. No style less than 10 years old, though. He looks like a generic 27-year old with long hair. And he's a zombie.
Weapons: He has perfected the art of the guitar smash. Ehether an electic, an acoustic, or even a lute or mandolin, the ZombieRockStar can do some serious damage with a 6-string.

Backstory
So many great musicians have died before their time: Buddy Holly, John Lennon, Jim Morrisson, Janis Joplin, Sid Vicious, Jerry Garcia, Freddy Mercury, Kurt Cobain, and many, many more. The world is forever wondering what these rock stars could have done if they had just lived a little longer. The spirits themselves lived on, until the gods of music decided that these spirits should live again, in one body. From the ground rose the ZombieRockStar, an amalgamation of all these geniuses. His destiny: to continue to create the greatest music that can be heard by mortal ears. Of course, he doesn't know this. To him, he's jsut a zombie who likes music and can play an electric guitar like a god even in a quasi-medieval world with no electricity.

Common Knowledge
He's schizophrenic.
He can play almost any instrument and sing really, really, REALLY well.

Notes
His specific personality at any one time has no relation to which avatar I might be using.

Ongoing Storylines
None yet.

[DivinelyFlawed]

Name: Divinely Flawed
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Class: Cloistered Cleric 20/Healer 8
Alignment and Temperment: Neutral Good. Pleasant demeanor, if somewhat reserved around people he doesn't know well. Tries to be kind and helpful as much as possible, fears taking violent actions
Age: 24
Height: 6'
Weight: 175 lbs.
Hair: Semi short red hair. Has a chinstrap style red beard
Weapons: Carries a for emergency uses of Staff of Miracles for emergency castings of the Heal spell

Backstory: Divinely Flawed (or DF for short) carries a great burden on himself. He had always served his home town as their cleric, administering to the ill and providing guidance. He had never been needed to defend the town, as the military had been very able in that area. However, when a rogue summoned demon beset the town, only magic could stop it. In attempt to slay it with a Destruction spell, DF discovered to his horror the flaw in his ability to channel divine magic. The spell went wild, and not only outright slew the demon, but magnified itself to such a degree that the entire town perished, save him. DF fled the location in horror, swearing to never again even prepare another harmful spell, lest his flaw manifest again. He seeks to redeem himself by saving at least as many lives as he took that day, which is the condition for his Atonement.

His Flaw:
DF is flawed in such a way that any attempt to channel spells such as Inflict or Searing Ray goes horribly awry. This is due to the fact that his mortal soul is unbalanced. DF can feel neither anger nor hatred. Instead, his emotions that deal with care, love, happiness, etc are all much stronger. Emotions form the anchor that his spells need when he calls for them from the Divine. Cure spells and the like have a stronger that normal average, and thus are channeled much more strongly, making them difficult to disrupt or dismiss. Offensive spells, from Hold Person to Destruction have no anchor at all, and thus the energy of the spell mutates and shifts wildly, and is even open to manipulation by malign forces, such as an evil deity or strong demon. To fix his flaw, DF must find a way to either restore the balance in his soul and emotions, or change himself in such a way that he becomes something more than a mere mortal, such as becoming a celestial or Risen Martyr, thus providing a new form of anchor.

Common Knowledge:
He is a follower of Orram.
He is paying a personal penance for something in his past
He never uses offensive magic, even in his own defense
He is very skilled in healing, both with magic and mundane means

Ongoing Storyline
DF has taken up residence at the Temple of Inari, lending a hand in the healing work done there. He recently traveled to Waterdeep with Fenric and Kantur, and witnessed Kantur's acceptance into the priesthood of Tymora.

Orram
The Lord of the Healing Winds, The Healer, The Gentle Light
Lesser Deity
Symbol: An open hand with palm facing outwards with a red cross, even on all sides, on the palm’s center.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Domains: Good, Healing, Purification, Travel, Knowledge

Orram is a young deity concerned with healing and guidance. His church is small, and has only a few temples, all of which are in the same area. He is part of no pantheon. Orram’s personality is one of a loving father. He keeps watch over his followers, and is said to cry when they are hurt, and to laugh when they are joyful. He is speaks often to his clerics, but always in a private, personal nature. Rarely is his voice heard by more than one person at a time. He uses the wind to carry his words to his faithful. Most of his clerics are cloistered, remaining in the temples to provide healing and divinations. Occasionally, Orram’s winds call one of his clerics to depart as a traveling healer, to provide healing in areas that need it. These clerics often place small shrines and altars along the roads they travel, where other travelers may pray or place offerings of incense and rolls of bandages or other first aid items, which Orram may occasionally imbue with a Cure Light Wounds that triggers when the item is applied.

Inspirational pic for Orram

[Dib]

Dib - Alive
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 33
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class: Fighter/Magic-User
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 221 Ibs
Hair: Brown, messy
Eyes: Deep blue
Skin: Pale tan
Personality: Modest, helpful, kind, generous, giving, brave, courageous
Story: Dib was an outcast from his homeland after he was found to be practising Necromancy. He now lives in the town with his long time friend, Saam who has recently become his partner.

Saam - Alive
Race: Elf
Age: 32
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class: Civilian
Gender: Female
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 198 Ibs
Hair: Brown, long
Eyes: Bright green
Skin: Average tan
Personality: Outspoken, squeamish, resourceful
Story: Saam was the person who got Dib into necromancy when she wanted him to get banished so that he would not have to be married and he could be hers.

Desire - Alive
Race: Spagon/Succubus
Age: 1 month
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Fighter
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 112 Ibs
Hair: White, short
Eyes: White with red glow
Skin: Pale grey mottled black
Personality: Hating, spiteful, generally unfriendly
Story: Desire is the last of the Spagons and the most recent of Clarabell’s (mirror) children. He has a deep-rooted hate for the town which is unexplainable.

Dream/The Sandman - Alive
Race: Unknown
Age: Infinite
Alignment: Neutral
Class: The Sandman
Gender: Male
Height: 6’
Weight: 213 Ibs
Hair: Black, shoulder-length
Eyes: Black sockets with small yellow glow inside
Skin: Chalk white
Personality: Strong and silent, withdrawn, depressing, quiet, peaceful
Story: Dream originally came to the town to find beauty, after only finding pain for himself he wiped his mind and renamed himself ‘The Sandman’

Clarabell - Alive
Race: Nymph
Age: 42
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class: Druid
Gender: Female
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 178 Ibs
Hair: White, long
Eyes: Greenish brown
Skin: Pale tan
Personality: Stuck up, snobbish
Story: Clarabell is a nymph and sister of Dib’s now deceased wife.

Cheese Golem - Frozen - Plane of Ice
Race: Golem (cheese)
Age: 7
Alignment: Neutral
Class: Golem
Gender: Male
Height: 8’4”
Weight: 432 Ibs
Hair: none
Eyes: empty sockets
Skin: Yellow (cheese yellow)
Personality: Happy, playful, warm, friendly
Story: Cheese Golem was one of Dib’s early experiments in magic. As the magic holding him together wore off, he was frozen in the plane of Ice until Dib can make him better again.

Zim - Alive
Race: Irkin
Age: 78
Alignment: Lawful evil
Class: Invader
Gender: Male
Height: 4’5”
Weight: 112 Ibs
Hair: 2 Antennae
Eyes: Large (very large) red
Skin: Green
Personality: Suspicious, paranoid, megalomaniacal
Story: Zim is an alien from the planet Irk and he has dreams of one day taking it over for his Tallest.
Gir - Alive
Race: Robot
Age: 3
Alignment: Neutral
Class: S.I.R.
Gender: Male
Height: 2’6”
Weight: 97 Ibs
Hair: none
Eyes: Turquoise (sometimes red)
Skin: Metallic
Personality: Childish, unreliable, playful
Story: Gir is Zim’s S.I.R. robot. It is however not an actually S.I.R. but instead a pile of junk that obeys his masters commands very erringly.

Mai-Tai-Naan - Alive
Race: God
Age: Infinite
Alignment: Variable
Class: God of balance and equality
Gender: Male
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 431 Ibs
Hair: none
Eyes: stone
Skin: stone
Personality: variable
Story: God of balance and equality, Mai-Tai-Naan has come to the town to try and restore balance as there is too much good in it.

Perito - Alive (or undead)
Race: Troll (skeleton)
Age: 789
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Class: Skeleton
Gender: Male
Height:9’7”
Weight: 698 Ibs
Hair: none
Eyes: none
Skin: none
Personality: Bold, evil, obedient
Story: Perito is a reanimated Troll skeleton and Mai-Tai-Naan’s head of warriors.

Spagon Queen - Dead
Race: Spagon
Age: 2001
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Queen
Gender: Female
Height: 18’11”
Weight: 1,086 Ibs
Hair: White, waist-length
Eyes: Red glowing
Skin: Pale tan and Coal black
Personality: Luring, deceitful
Story: The Spagon queen was the queen of Spagon’s much like in a colony of ants until she was killed.

Dead King - Dead
Race: Human (skeleton)
Age: 2073
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class: Fighter/Magic-User
Gender: Male
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 145 Ibs
Hair: none
Eyes: none
Skin: none
Personality: Bold, courageous, protective
Story: The Dead King was once a powerful king who stood up alone against the threat of the Spagons and trapped them deep under the town.

Dib (mirror) - Alive - Mirror World
Race: Drow
Age: 33
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Class: Fighter/Magic-User
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 221 Ibs
Hair: White, messy
Eyes: White
Skin: Coal black
Personality: over confident, cocky, homicidal
Story: Dib (mirror) is Dib’s mirror counterpart and was once a general in the Drow horde of the mirror town. He was banished for certain reasons and fled to the Town.

Delirium (mirror) - Alive
Race: Drow/Succubus
Age: 15
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class: Magic-User
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 213 Ibs
Hair: White, dreadlocks
Eyes: White
Skin: Coal black
Personality: slightly insane, overly flirtatious
Story: Delirium is the son of Dib (mirror) and Clarabell (mirror). He came to the Town with his brothers (Dibson and Thorgrab) to find their father. He now lives in the town and must eat an awakened cow once every year so as not to attack people.

Clarabell (mirror) - Alive - Mirror World
Race: Succubus
Age: 42
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class: Succubus
Gender: Female
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 178 Ibs
Hair: Brown, long
Eyes: Red glowing
Skin: Average tan
Personality: kind, flirtatious
Story: Clarabell was once an agent of Mai-Tai-Naan. She took the place of Clarabell in the Town in hopes of getting hold of an urn of ashes for her master. She later turned to good after seeing her folly before going back to the mirror world.

Dibson (mirror) - Alive - Mirror World
Race: Drow
Age: 17
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class: Fighter
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 219 Ibs
Hair: White, long
Eyes: White
Skin: Coal black
Personality: violent, talkative, cocky
Story: Dibson is one of Dib’s (mirror) sons and came to the Town to find his father, he then went back to the mirror world afterwards,

Thorgrab (mirror) - Alive - Mirror World
Race: Drow/Troll
Age: 13
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class: Fighter
Gender: Male
Height: 7’4”
Weight: 342 Ibs
Hair: White, short spikes
Eyes: White
Skin: Coal black
Personality: idiotic, alcoholic, violent, cheerful when drunk
Story: Thorgrab is one of Dib’s (mirror) sons and came to the Town to find his father, he then went back to the mirror world afterwards,

Marionette - Alive
Race: Unknown
Age: Infinite
Alignment: Evil
Class: Nightmare
Gender: N/A
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 0 Ibs
Hair: none
Eyes: none
Skin: wooden
Personality: no personality
Story: The Marionette is the physical form of nightmares and seeks to consume the souls of all those who sleep by bringing them to the Plane of Dreams and feastong on their ethereal bodies,

[Kalbereth]

[Stats and Description]

Gavin is massive, standing at 7'3" and weighing in at over 400 pounds of battle-hardened muscle. Mis typical dress is his plate mail, which if examined closely actually appears to be made of solid platinum, the scales underneath the plates a deep blue. He wears a long, flowing cloak with a snowy white hem, completely covered on the back by a midnight image of stars in the night sky, and a greatsword taller than most halflings, complete with marble white blade and an image of the rising sun on its hilt.

Of course, the most distinctive feature is the fact that he is no longer human, having become dragonborn in service to Bahamut. His head is reptilian, though his face remains friendly most of the time, and his eyes are like pools of molten gold, staring with unmatched intensity from a face too used to war. Concealed underneath his cloak are a pair of majestic gleaming wings he can use to fly at a moment's notice.

He is dragonborn, and the aura of sheer, controlled power and utter grace that surrounds him is almost palpable.

[Backstory]

Gavin was raised by a loving father and mother in a massive mountain castle where his father, a noble paladin beloved by his people, ruled over a large fiefdom. His father was a warrior of great renown. He was gifted with the blessing of Pelor, a mighty warrior in his own right devoted to the God of the Sun, as had been his fathers before him as far back as he could remember. His son was destined to inherit the divine powers that his entire line possessed, and his greatest wish was to live to see his son finally manifest the grace of Pelor in an act of healing or of bravery.

During a fierce war with the foul evil half of dragonkind, his father Gareth's armies were attacked by no less than 10 of the beasts in the hours before dawn, unprepared, without warning, and in too small numbers. Gareth's thousand men fought valiantly, but were badly outmatched by the sheer power of the dragons. Half his legion already killed or scattered, Gareth rallied his men on a rocky hilltop, lined them up, and ordered every one of them to fire on the same dragon. Not even a dragon can withstand 500 arrows at the same time. By the fifth volley, two of the dragons had fallen prey to the assault and the remaining 8 were finally shaken from the cocky and overconfident foolishness that had led them to believe they could destroy them without effort. The battle continued in earnest.

Within an hour, Gareth's brilliant tactics had led to the death of every one of the dragons, and the cheer went up just as the sun rose over the horizon. His men loved him even more, following the battle. After the war, Gareth returned to his wife and newborn son.

Through the next years, age took its toll on Gareth's king, and the king succumbed to death's waiting embrace. He declared Gareth his heir, and Gareth became king. He took his son, now 19 years of age and trained in the use of every weapon Gareth had available, and his aging wife with him from their castle, and arrived at the royal palace.

Gareth's kingdom, however, was attacked the same year. The creatures of evil dragonkind had heard of his victory, and had spent near to 20 years plotting revenge. They descended on the kingdom with a vengeance, tearing it apart with their blasting breath and tearing claws.

In the last days, Gareth realized he could never stand against the draconic armies tearing his kingdom apart. He had to leave something for his son, some way for him to reclaim his birthright. So he had the mightiest mages in the kingdom build for him a citadel in the mountains. They exhausted more magic in the next two weeks than any of them had ever used in their lives, but it was finished. The fortress was formed of pure white stone, pulled straight from the mountains themselves and made as one solid formation, rather than a formation of bricks. The tower was massive, built in connection with the nearby caves that riddled the chosen mountain and made absolutely beautiful. It put the royal palace to shame.

His son had developed a preference for fighting with two-handed blades, usually greatswords for their keen and deadly blades. So as his final gift, he sealed his mighty blade Dawn somewhere in the castle, and told no one, sealing it away where they could only be found with one, last enchantment. He gave Gavin a ring, the symbol of his house and marked with a ruby carved into the shape of the rising sun, and told him that when the time came a paladin of true heart and power could use the ring to locate the weapon and use it to restore the kingdom. Then he sent his wife and son away, and prepared his armies for a last stand against the draconic armies that, even then, were mere hours away.

Gareth's forces were utterly annihilated. Gavin was almost out of sight of the fortress and deep in the moutains with his mother, 5 elite guards Gareth had sent, and a yound wizard's apprentice sent to help as best he could. He turned back and watched a red dragon tear his father, glowing bright as the sun and trying to rally his troops, from the walls and burn him to death. The light went out...forever. The red dragon was young, by draconic standards, which even Gavin could realize from its size. It was scorched by his father in that last attack, and a jagged black scar now tears angrily across his otherwise perfect belly.

Gavin sought vengeance. His mother and the small company stayed in a small village, though he left to seek out training, and found a way to achieve his vengeance and finish the path his father had started him down. The red dragon, he found out, claimed the castle by right of conquest over Gareth, and resided in the lowermost floors, expansive enough even for it. In fact, the only reason it succeeded in its claim was truly because none of the other dragons could fit through the door.

Over the next year gavin trained, practiced, and learned. Exactly one year, to the day, from the day his kingdom fell, he found himself approached in a dream by a beatiful elven women who introduced herself as an emmisary of Bahamut. She said Bahamut would grant gavin the power to destroy evil dragonkind if he were to swear allegiance to the Dragonlord. Gavin did, without hesitation, and became a paladin of Bahamut. He eventually travelled to his keep to vanquish the red beast, but before doing so he underwent one last rite. After spending a full 24 hours in contemplation of his humanity, he surrendered it to bahamut and became the mighty and regal creature he is today - a dragonborn, true son of Bahamut and powerful knight in his service.

The red dragon, vain in his power, thought the keep's magical defenses would destroy any intruders. he didn't expect someone to return with the key - the ruby ring - that would bypass them. After locating his mighty greatsword Dawn in the king's chambers at the keep's upper limits, he went to do battle. He harried the beast, striking from every angle, even climbing onto it's back to hack off it's mighty wings. When the best finally fell, the keep belonged to its rightful owner, and he began to rebuild his kingdom.

[Common Knowledge]
Gavin is a king and loyal and mighty servant of Bahamut. His kingdom is prosperous and wealthy, it's people kind and hapy with their ruler. he leaves most of the administration decisions to his loyal friend the mage, governing larger tasks and wars himself. He has gained a legendary reputation as a war commander, and his troops would follow him to the gates of hell if he commanded it.

He's also very fond of drink and is known to have drunk the stoutest dwarves under the table and managed to walk upright afterwards. The only time he isn't friendly to everyone nearby is when a spawn of Tiamat approaches. He's also managed to turn a few chromatic wyrmlings to the service of Bahamut, though, so he isn't completely unreasonable in treatment towards them. Dragons, even evil ones, deserve respect in some form, and towards them he is typically cold, calculating, thoroughly alert and prepared to fight at a moment's notice.

[Notes]
Gavin is a Dragonborn ((Oh I give up. I'm making his character for the arena, and his "second form". I'll detail these eventually.)) His exact stats other than that are relatively fluid, but he is very good at what he does - that is, lead armies and slay dragons.

His pack is a Heward's Handy Haversack enhanced by his mage friend (now a mighty archmage) that holds several hundred thousand gold worth of minor wondrous items. His ruby ring, in addition to providing access to his keep, is a ring of protection +10 as well as a ring of air elemental command, and his sword Dawn a +8 dream silver holy flaming burst dragonbane weapon. [Dream silver is a material described in Arms and Armor that serves as both cold iron and silver for purposes of DR.]


[Ongoing Storyline]

Relatively new to the Town, Gavin is currently seeking to rebuild the Knights of the North Wind, a holy order of knights in service to Bahamut.

[Fualkner Asiniti]

[stats and description]
Name: Flaukner Asiniti
Race: Spiderlike Teifling
Class: Swashbuckler 15/ Rouge 20 / Shaper 20/ Wizard 50/ Archnomancer 20/ Monk 1
Alignment and Temperment: Chaotic Nuteral. He sometimes helps people,if they are in need or he makes some profit, but has not respect for authority. He is merciless on his enemies. despite being chaotic, he is fiercly loyal toward his allies.
Age: 26 (since his rebirth.)
Height: 5'7"
Hair: Teal
Eye color: Irredestant, so it's hard to tell.
Weapons: Loves webbing traps, and frequently sets some up to help guard something. +5 shock spiderkind greatsword that aborsbs his natural poison. +4 Frost Daggers, that he often throws and retrieves using a string of webbing. anything mechaical in nature has Fualkner's name written all over it. And he has a whisle that summons Cruthamire, a chelicera. All spiders are at his beck and call. He has recently obtained a needler. (HALO 2)

[backstory]
Fualkner was a swashbuckler that enjoyed killing people for the blood and wealth. He killed many men, and left towns in utter ruin in his wake. He was wanted in 4 countries. Then, when he was wanted the most, he vanished.

or so many thought. really he had gone into a cave to rest for the night, and had stumbled into a chelicera's nest. He was intombed in webs, and his body started a trasformation.

while he was stuck in his cucoon, he thought about his life. He vowed to reform himself, and return life to the towns he had destroyed. When he hatched, he was totally different, in body and mind.

He had grown two more arms. He grew a spinerette in the center of his stomach, and his hands had a hole that dripped poison. He stayed with the chelicera until he got used to his new form. Then he left and made amends for the crimes he had committed.

[notes]


[common knowledge]
- he is the same criminal that used to destroy towns.
- he wanders from town to town, looking to help.
- he is the only known person to live with such a metamorphisis.
- he will take almost any request of service.

[current story]
New to these parts, he wants to earn some allies. He has met ZombieRockStar, and is already a huge fan of his music.

[Dark_Stalion]

Ach, great, I step out for a month or so and you not only rearrange the boards, but think up a great new game. Right, that's it, Dark Stalion in having in on this right now!

[Stats and Description]

Name: Dark Stalion
Height: 8"
Weight: 4lbs
Hair: White, fluffy
Eyes: Green
Race: Rabit demigod
Age: 6 (what? he's a rabbit, that's quite old for a rabbit)
Classes: Sorcerer/Cleric/Barbarian
Alignment/Temprement: Chaotic Neutral. Sure he blows up people and raises them as zombies, but he blows up people and raises them as zombies indescrimiately, plus he's as likely to raise you as you were orriginally as a frog or a zombie or a tyrantfrog zombie.
Equipment: Equipment? What equipment? He's a Freaky rabid-rabit-sorcerer-demi-god. What use has he for a sword when his bite is deadlier than a hundred, when a meare twitch of a whisker can cause the earth to shake in it's foundations. That said he does have a strange penchant for catnip, so does carry a pouch of that arround with him as a sort of snuff-pouch.


Backstory...

There is a reason for the peculiar name that this fluffy white bunny bears and for it's unusual tendancies for chaotic behaviour. As you no doubt know, all animals are neutral. They are too stupid to know the difference between law and chaos, good and evil, they mearly try to continue to exist. Most believe that Dark is the result of terrable wizardly experiments conducted high in some dark Wizard's tower in a land of evil. Nah, nothing like that. You see what actually happened was this...

Dark was oce a Nightmare, a creature of Darkness, capable of galoping on air like a baby swims in water. Indeed babe he was, as he was mearly foaled days before the incident. Cavorting through the air on his sparking hooves (they weren't yet capable of being fiery, he was that young!) when suddenly a great comotion went up among the herd and all was confusion. Flashes of blinding magic were going off left right and centre and then suddenly a stray spell colided with the frightened-to-death foal who suddenly found himself plumeting at terminal velocity (in more than one sence of the word) towards the ground. All Dark could do was close his eyes and curl up into a little ball, something that would have given him pause at any other time. Needless to say he survived the fall. Indeed, it was the very wizard who cast the spell that changed him who caught him.

What followed were years of servitude of a sort, at least a couple, during which Dark learnt much about magic and the world. Already more inteligent than any normal animal, Dark became the Wizards familiar and, by the time the wizard was killed in a *ahem*freak*ahem* landslide knew enough t keep himself more than safe on his lonesome in the big wide world. His transformation left him frustrated at ties, though, as he still remembered his first few days, amazingly, capable of flying as a proud stalion foal through the sky on sparking hoves, and he found a way of chaneling this agression into rages which caused dramatic alterations to his strength and physique, making him into a sort of Hulk among rabits.

It was not long before Dark found religion, or rather religion found Dark. After one particularly violent "Hulk" attack upon a village the villagers of a nearby village who had been waring with the first village started to worship him as a protector of the village while those of the other village began to worship him as the devil, sending him sacrifices every fortnight to keep him sated amung the fruit and vedge baskets.

Already acostomed to Arcane energies, Dark found it easy to convert the belief these people had in him to magic, and so ended up as a kind of Demigod.


Common Knowledge...

It's a little fluffy white bunny. Everything else happened on a relatively small scale, so you're unlikely to know anything else.


Notes...

None yet...


Ongoing Story...

None yet...

[my_evil_twin]

Name: MET (My Evil Twin)

Race: Awakened Steel Golem

Class: Fighter

Alignment and Temprament: Neutral Good, with a side of Chaotic Confused and a dash of Lawful Gullible. Generally inclined to be friendly to anyone who is friendly to him first.

Age: 0?

Height: 5 ft

Weight: 150 lb

Appearance: A shiny-skinned metal man. He wears a loose white tunic and pants, and tries to look normal. A longsword hangs from his belt and a light shield is slung across his back.

Backstory: Was he the servant of some forgetful wizard? An experiment gone awry? A cruel cosmic joke? MET doesn't know, and he doesn't particularly care.

What he does know is that not too long ago he achieved consciousness in a forest clearing and began walking in a random direction. He spoke Common, and knew that his name was "My Evil Twin," but had no idea whose twin he might be and didn't feel particularly evil. In a few days' walking he came across the Town, and decided that this would be as good a place as any to try to fit into.

Common Knowledge: MET has no history to speak of. His manner suggests a general unfamiliarity with just about everything, although left to his own devices he manages to intuit his way around town.

Notes: If there is an actual steel golem somewhere in the D&D rules I'm not aware of it. MET is simply an elf-sized steel humanoid, something like an Asimov-style robot.

MET's lack of memory or backstory is my clever ploy to disguise the fact that I'm not quite sure what I'm doing yet.

Ongoing Storylines: Nothing yet.

[CharmedChaos]

Wow I just found this, sorry I took so long so here's Illuna:

Name: Illuna
Race: Pirate with abilities
Age: about 23
Description: a very pretty young girl, black hair and an awesome smile

Backstory:
Illuna was born in a town where every 7 years the gods blessed the first child born on a certain day with "abilities". (It had something to do with the moons.) Illuna was the first born on this day, and even though she was a pirate she was still blessed. Unfortunately, on that same day a few hours later a pirate hunter had a child, who wasn't blessed. This of course made all the pirate hunters angry and wanted to kill Illuna. They thought that if they killed her that the child would get the powers. Oh yeah the powers: well her name is Illuna, she has the power to control light. She could make all the lights in a town go out or make it so bright she could blind everyone. Its helpful when your a pirate. She could also light the way for a ship out on the water. Any light anywhere she can control. So she was in hiding for about 10 years underground and her parents taught her everything. But when the hunters got close her parents helped her run away, but in the process were killed. Illuna has been running for about 13 years. A few years ago she killed the ones who were hunting her(the parents of the child not blessed). She does not know where the other child is, so she continues running, but she is tired.

Illuna's skills: sword fighting, shooting, pirating in general, she is also skilled in her ability with light.

Notes: Illuna is not here to look for trouble, she will help anyone who needs it, but is just looking to make friends for the first time in her life. She has been running for so long that she has never really gotten to know anyone. She just wants a new life.

[Nocte]

Stats and Description



Name: Nuntius
Race: raccoon-man
Class: Bard
Alignment and Temperament: Chaotic Neutral ( Carefree, Careless), Almost always in good mood.

Age: 24
Height: 1 ft
Weight: 22 lb
Hair color and length: Black, gray and white fur.
Eye color: white
Weapons: Returning daggers.

[Backstory]
- As a little raccoon-man, Nuntius knew that life were more than his hometown, so he left his home and family and started an endless journey. He wants to make songs about great events and facts that change the course of history and the people who made them happen. He don't let his feelings interfere with his quest.

Common Knowledge

He lives on a trash can on the town streets.

Notes

Ongoing Storyline

Stats and Description



Name: Canodruvinoph
Race: Troll
Class: Fighter
Alignment and Temperament: Chaotic Evil

Age: 31
Height: 15 ft
Weight: 1359 lb
Hair color and length: Green/Long.
Eye color: Black
Weapons: Claws.

[Backstory]
He is a thrall of a powerfull mindbender.

Common Knowledge
He lives on another plane, he only apears on the town when he is sleeping in his ¨real¨ life.

Notes

Ongoing Storyline

[Tursho]

Stats
Name: Tursho, "The Chill Master" (prefered), MALE
Race: Elf
Class: Bard 10/Wizard 2
Alignment: Chilled
Age: 300 or so (he doesn't really care about the exact date)
Height: 6'
Weight: 145
Hair: shoulder length, white of the with age type, seems to brush itself
Eyes: green
Stuff: potato sack looking bathrobe, a number of self-made wooden flutes, a guitar, bag of spell components, and most importantly, a very nice all purpose Dwarven Army Knife

Backstory
Tursho's parents were very smart and decided to go to taking down traditions, so they went all nomadic, and started tagging along with gypsies on the Mainland, because home never was good enough for them. So he was born and raised in a caravan. He didn't really like it, but at least he got to know his musics pretty well, but then the normal stuff started to bore him after a while. So he started playing really crazy experimental stuff. So they all lived in various caravans. After his parents were killed by a xenophobic mob, he decided it was time for a change, and settled down in The Town. He wastes his time and talent experimenting with sound manipulation spells, mostly of his own, rather crude invention. And he spends some other time meditating, though in rather odd ways. Essentially, he chills, very much, due to which he refers to himself as "the Chill Master".

Common Knowlege
If he's playing really weird music at you with an odd looking small flute in one hand and banging a makeshift drum with the other, he wants you to give him money
He is a freeloader
If anyone chilled more than he does, they'd have to not breathe
He takes not the alcohol, nor any other thing of the mind affecting nature

Common Unknowledge
Where he lives, if he lives in the same place
Why he doesn't get a job playing reputable music
How his hair brushes itself, and why, and uh

Current Plot
Trying to be John Cage, Autechre, and god(s) know(s) what else, while in a Medieval to Early Renaissance setting

[Case]

Personal Stats

Name: Case
Race: Human
Class: Fighter as well as Cleric
Alignment and Temperament: Chaotic Neutral, often does whatever he wants just for the heck of it, but still has enough sense to not go overboard.
Age: 27
Height: 6ft. 4in.
Weight: 245 lbs.
Hair color and length: Dark brown a bit long but its kept under his bandanna at all times.
Eye color: Brown

Weapons

Flail
large steel shield
a flintlock pistol
a throwing axe
a few small throwing daggers.

Armor

A chain shirt he wears under his regular clothes.

Description

See my avatar.

Backstory
Spent a good part of his life sailing the seas and tring to make money through piracy to start his own business. (Thats it really)

Common Knowledge
He is a dirty fighter, willing to use sneak attacks, ambushes, and low blows whenever possible.
Has a sea dragon tattoo on the side of his face that creeps people out for some reason whether it has some significance nobody knows.
Trying to start up a Protection agency call the Pirate Protecion Agency, the along with working in protection, as does other things, in essence a mercenary business.