"CHARACTER PROFILES" for RPers

[inknform]

Greetings current and future RPers!

The idea behind this thread is quite simple, yet can be a very helpful tool in this RP community.

Essentially, this thread is open to ALL RPers that would like to post their character profile/character sheet, for others in the community to view.

The default template will go as follows (hijacked from Shedek, muuhahaha!):

NAME:
AGE:
GENDER:
RACE:
CLASS:
FACTION: (Mountain Kingdom, Steel Empire, or Deadlands)

EQUIPMENT:

DESCRIPTION:

HISTORY:


By all means, feel free to add other catagories as you see would fit into your character`s profile. If you already have a character profile in another thread (which I know many of you guys & gals do, including me), then simply cut/paste into the posting and your done!

The beauty of it is that you can always come back at a later time and update any aspect of your characters profile by "editing" your own post.

NOTE: The ONLY rule that I would ask you all adhere to is not using this thread as an OOC or RP thread. Strickly for the character profiles.

Thanks, and hope to see some new characters posted as well!

[tydog05]

i have 3 chars and ill post them all soon but heres Gorin

Name: Gorin Strongarm

Gender: male

Race: dwarf

Class: Berzerker

Equip: Gorin has 2 axes wich were a gift to him for finishing his trainning they were nothing spacial and havnt yet had the tast of blood, his armor is yet just ordenary leather nothing to showoff just there to provide some protection, he also carries with him a recipe for mutton that is said to heal all wonds or at least his mother says he as well wears a ring with a ruby wich was his real fathers it is said to glow when some one intends to harm you,along with that small lott he owns some cooking supplies and book for reading by the fire

App: Gorin stand of normal hight with dwarves. He has red tide back hair with sharp bule eyes, his beard matchs his age the smaller a dwarfs beard the younger he is and gorin is farly young he is no more then 18 and his beard just leavs his face, hes pretty fair in the face his body has a heroic build to it with a brode chest and naroww hipps hes strong as a young bull and as cheecky as a crow he a bitt sheepish but that comes from his age hes a green horn just setting out in the world to make his mark to be a Hero.

Skills: he wields 2 blades with some degree of skill but his skill will increase as he ages,he still has trouble using the trade marke of all berzerkers the red cruse it is both a blessing and cruse to berzerkers with it they are near to unstopable and can do near any thing but its costly if not use kept under complete controll the berzerker could kill allies and do a grate amount of damage, Gorin trys to avoid using as much as he can and he prefroms excersies to keep his temper in controll,but thats not all this well rounded dwarf can do no he is a extreamly wonderful cook it said that his food will drive the gods to war for a tast but agin thats what his mother says

History: at the age of 3 seasons he and his mother and father were off to see some family far south of there home to show him to his grand father and retired caln leader wich is his fathers tittle uselly they travle well garded and as a whole family but Gorin twin brothers (Gorde and Corde some of you may know of them were finishing there trainning) they decied to keep low and not draw a crowd so they were only with one garde it was late but they could see a tavern only a few leagus away but unknown to them that a band of ravengous trolls were headed to them. They still were qutie a walk away form the tavern when they were attacked it was quick they were caught off garde the trolls slew the one garude but Gorins father was not so easy with the red cruse upon him he faught savagly yelling for his wife to flee but she would not she laid gorin with some bushes and rushed to her husbands side they both faught with valor that is uncompared still to this day but yet they were just 2 and the trolls many and they fell but bringing many with them. In the morning Brighet Strongarm was picking folowers for her tavern a signle woman who had no need for a man to support her she was happy she found a baby dwarf no note only a ring that was off to the side she took in the dwarf naming it after her father Gorin Strongarm. She taught Gorin every thing she knew about running a tavern form cooking A class food to throughing out drunks form the bar. there came a day where Gorin was 15 wannted to set off and find his past. With a heavy hart she let him go saying " your a strongarm dont forgett it" and with tears she waved him by. Gorin whent into the berzerker class where he was stressed to the limits for three years he whent throught hell but on the day of his graduaton his trainer gave him 2 axes and some world of advice "your not truly a Berzerker till ye prove ye self in battle" and with those words he set out into the world looking for his hidden family and to make his family proud as a strongarm

[heckler]

NAME: Heckler Da’Gread
AGE: Stopped at 36
GENDER: Male
RACE: Undead
CLASS: Reaver
FACTION: Deadlands
LINEAGE: Xithan Feeder's Guild

EQUIPMENT: When girded for battle, he is known to wield his Pair of Steel Claws, and is arrayed in his Light Flowing Nightsilk Clothes and Obsidian Soul Stone. Foes are said to wither before the might of his Greater Spirit Entity.

DESCRIPTION: He is said to have short spikey hair, blue eyes and grayish skin. His athletic figure, proudly displaying his goate. He is a very sinister creature, not very friendly untill you build a steady friendship.

HISTORY: Much has been said about the past of Heckler. Noone for sure knows the true story.

Heckler was born a very long time ago. His father was the town hero. It was said that his father saved the town from a dangerous lich. But what really happened was that his father made a deal with the lich. He begged the lich to leave, so that he could become the hero of the town. The lich agreed on one condition, that the first born would become an undead at the age of 36. Barlack, Heckler’s father agreed to the deal. Heckler was only 4 when the deal took place.

Many years after the lich dissapeared, Heckler and his family became royalty to the small town. Heckler alway’s looked at his father with pride, and respect.

At the age of 18, Heckler trained for many years in the art of the assassin. He became the perfect killer. Ofcouse he used his ability’s for good, Heckler never killed a good citizen. He was only assigned to kill thieves, or bandits causing trouble near the town.

The day before Heckler’s 36th birthday, his father vanished. The mayor of the town sent Heckler the find him. Heckler found his father 3 hours after he went looking. His father was talking to a lich. Heckler watched and listened as the lich was talking. He soon realized that the lich knew he was there. Heckler burst out of his hidding place and made a volley of attacks. He was knocked away by a spell of the lich. Once Heckler hit the ground, he bashed his head on a rock, knocking him out cold.

He awoke many days after. Looking at his hands he realized he was an undead! He found the Lich testing out spells on his fathers dead corpse. The lich explained the aggrement, and told Heckler he was now a reaver.

Many centuries have passed since that day. Heckler has become a ruthless killer. He’s a sinister being who’s only goal is to kill. He still has some goodness in him, but he dosen’t show it much.


Still working on history. I have to go so I’ll finish it some other time.
*EDIT: He won’t kill people for the fun of it. Only sometimes. You could talk to him, and stuff. Didn’t want it too look like he would be the bad guy in every RP.

[Taieyos Baskelris]

Name:Taieyos Baskelris
Age:26
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Class:Storm Lord *Bzzzt.* I shocked you. =D

Equipment:No weapons, but he does carry a hand sized spell book which is leather bound to his hip underneath the folds of his robes.

Skills:A storm lord of great potential. Too eager to get out into the world he cut his apprenticeship(also because he constantly disrespected for his style) short feeling he already knew enough. A very brilliant young man Taieyos specializes in melee combat, odd I know, but he uses elemental manipulation to his advantage.

Appearance: Around 5'8 this handsome fellow has mixed eye colors of a crimson red and a sapphire blue blending in well with the rest of his body. His short and spikey hair (though rarely seen because his hood is usually up) itself seems alive as the colors of red and orange dance around. His hair ever changing as the two colors blend and mix with one another making it seem as if fire lived inside of the follicles themselves. A neatly trimmed goatee which doesn't extend past his chin is in the shape of a flame itself, dancing with color just like his hair. Wearing a self designed robe its red and orange hues cover the bottom half as if fires are rising from his feet. The top half is various shades of blue with snow flakes falling on top of the flames as if keeping them controlled. (Not animated..just a picture.)

Personality: A very friendly person he's ready to become any person's friend. Even with a rough past he's always willing to give a helping hand though he's most commonly referred to has "Hot Head" and "Witches Cauldron" due to his simple appearance. Ever hearty he doesn't skip a beat in his attempt at humor. Almost seeming confused his accent is a blend of dwarvish and a common human's tongue. Don't let him fool you though he has his own guile when it comes to combat, though jovial he's not afraid to do what he must.

History:His parents running their own Caravan trade was ambushed by a group of Mountain Trolls which took their lives. 4 years old at the time and part of a small handful that made it away he was lost in the mountains before a group of dwarves found him during a mining expedition taking him in and looking after him. Bright from a young age his newly found and short father, Izamos, taught him everything he could in regards to hunting, fighting, and the dwarven tongue.

When Taieyos became 12 his foster father noticed his sharp mind and his affection for magic. Though unknown to the dwarf his biological parents were trained Storm Lords who married young and winded down opening their own Merchant Caravan with the gold from their shared adventures leading to their unfortunate death. Magic was in his blood, and a Storm Lord was second nature to him. With the help of an old college which dabbled in the elemental arts himself, his foster father worked day and night producing armor, weapons, engineering supplies, and tools to provide enough money for a boy which he feels is his own to attend the school.

Constantly made fun of and mocked by the other noble apprentices Taieyos was picked on and the laughing stock of Hearthfire Hold Academy. His tongue confused with how to talk often left him stammering almost as if he couldn't talk at all. Being from a normal hard working dwarven family this primary noble school looked sourly on the outlandish young man. An incredibly quick learner he could grasp his head around any spell, but was usually disrespected for turning it into his own spells. A few teachers found him to be an absolutely amazing student while other simply thought him to be ruining tradition with his methods.

Uncomfortable to customary spell casting, as he was raised with dwarves, he's into more of a tactical and direct approach manipulating the elements into his personal weapon rack adding his own touch to being a Storm Lord. One frowned upon by many, and admired by few.

[Bullet w/ Butterfly Wings]

Okay, seeing as how stories garner little attention and and are very slow moving. I've decided to make an RP character out of the prtoagonist of my story, Pythagoras.

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NAME: Pythagoras
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
CLASS: (If this does't work, tell me) Ex-War Master Apprentice
FACTION: Isn't really allied with anyone (again, tell me if thats acceptable or not)

APPEARANCE/DESCRIPTION: Pythagoras has light skin and shoulder length red hair that curls slightly. He is lean and wiry, and stands at a little under 6'3". He usually only wears thin black pants made from the hide of some strange Daggerspine creature, unless it is extremely cold out, in which case he also wears a furry animal skin overcoat.
He is allied to no specific realm, but goes out on independent adventures and sometimes acts as a mercenary, bounty hunter, or something else of the like for adventurers in the tavern looking for such people. Pythagoras has always loved the thrill of a dangerous quest mroe than anything. He is most at home in the wilderness, particularly that of the Daggerspine Mountains. Pythagoras is generally quiet, only speaking when something needs to be said. However, this can change drastically when he spots an attractive female alone at the bar or after one too many cups of Mead.

EQUIPMENT: Pythagoras doesn't equip any special armor before going into battle, which means any weapon that hits him will very likely do damage. He fights with both a medium sized bow that helps him in open spaces and two short, curved swords that help if he is battling in an enclosed area.
If he is out adventuring and not on a quest, he carries a medium sized leather pouch that he carries his loot in.

SKILLS: due to his lack of armor and a long ranged bow, Pythagoras doesn't make much of a warrior when it comes to large battles. Instead, he sticks to minor skirmishes where he can take on one or two enemies at a time. However, his skill with a bow at short to medium range is a force to be reckined with.
He is a skilled and formiddable hunter and tracker despite his young age, having been trained to hunt almost since his birth.

HISTORY (thus far): Pythagoras was born and raised in a barbarian camp in the Daggerspine mountains. He never knew his father, who apparently died in a battle two weeks before his birth. He spent most of his time hunting, first being taught, and then going out into the woods alone.

His life changed at age 15, when he snuck along with the whole group of his clan's warriors as they attacked the camp of their mian enemy, the Black Hand clan. Caught up in the midst of the fighting, Pythagoras was captured by the enemy warriors with a knock out blow to his skull. When he awoke several hours later, he found that his clan had lost the battle, and their warriors were mostly dead, with a slight few scattered in the forest.

It was at this camp that he met a mysterious, evil outworlder known as Luas Nosduh. Their metting was only a few minutes long though, as he escaped the enemy camp when a group of Sky Guards attacked and he was able to slip away in the confusion. Alone in the forest, he decided to head for the one safe place he knew to exist: Dragon Tavern.

Within a few days and a rough escape from a Mosswillow wolf, he arrived at the bustling place.

He spent his life first as an adventurer, questing throughout the lands near the Tavern. He found a smaller (though still sizebale) bow and replaced his hunting knife with two curved baldes that were designed to look elvish, even though they were definetely not. Even so, they were good blades, and Pythagroras developed a special bond with them as time dragged on.
Eventually, at age 18, he convinced an elderly war master by the name of Nagroc to bring him under his wing and train him. For the next 3 years he trained day and night, and eventually he was accepted as an apprentice War Master by the Groldar Garrison

However, he didn't like the restrictions of the War Masters, and he parted ways with them soon after his acceptance.This caused outrage among a good amount of them, and he now has several fanatical war masters in the Mountain Kingdoms that want him dead for betrayal, though most of them are within the Groldar Garrison or the War Masters as a whole.

He now adventures throughout the land, either independently or as a mercenary or bounty hunter.
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PM me if you find anything wrong or have suggestions for this char.

[Mill Wilkinson]

As a Meadowbrook War Master I can tell you this: Groldar Garrison is full of thicknecks who think conservational thinking is the only way to go.

When you are ready to accept that War Masters are the best, you can become an apprentice/cadet to Mill Wilkinson.

[Wyeel]

Name: Iridris Farandir (Ee-rid-dis Far-han-dir)
Heritage: First daughter of Lord-Duke Tasaldan Farandir one of the advisors to the Elven King of the Mountain Kingdoms.
Maturity: 27 (Elves age slower. Maturity shows the human equivalent of the age.)
Class: Elven Ranger.
Tutelage: Thundermount Watch

Equipment: Elven Longbow with poison tipped arrows, dark green forest cloak, lightly enchanted leather armour, hunting knife, healing herbs, and her family heirloom Elven Blades, Tulo-Amdir(Bringer of Hope) and Tulo-Amrun(Dawnbringer); each curved blade extends to a total length of about three feet. Iridris has of yet no conscious knowledge of the full power of her enchanted blades. The only thing worth mentioning is that they are unaturally sharp and require little or no effort to maintain.

Attributes: Typical of all elven rangers, Iridris Farandir's skill with the elven Long Bow is matched by few outside of the mountain kingdoms. Her years of service in the Thundermount Watch outpost taught her how to survive in the wilds and also provided her with enough military training to rival a veteran soldier. Enchanted tattoos cover almost every part of her body, lending their magical strength when the need arises. These she obtained during her years of service as a Ranger. Although she favours to attack from afar, when forced into close combat she can fight almost as fiercely as the Dwarven berserkers she trained with at the Watch; but with certainly more artful movements associated with the elven bladedancers. However, this does not mean she can outlast any hardenned warrior in close combat.

Description & Background: Iridris is an Elf.. What did you expect? Pointy ears, athletic body, about 5ft 9", sharp pale blue eyes, high cheekbones, quite ordinary... etc. However, unlike most elves her hair, which she keeps tied backwards down her back, is a very pale blue colour. Almost silver. This happens to be a common trait in most females of her family line and the source of it is unknown. Iridris wears a tattoo which runs from her right eye, to her cheek and down to the jawline in the form of a vine and leaves. This marks her as a noble. Despite her apparently high lineage, she prefers to keep this part of her life quiet with her usually focused and direct manner, in contrast to her sister Lysiris who tends to be a more of a dreamer. Why she chose to serve as a ranger (instead of politics as one would have expected for someone of such noble blood) is uncertain. Though, it could be the result of her rebelious and eager nature coupled with the lack of attention given to her by her parents which caused her to opt for a more adventurous life. Rumour has it that one of her ancestors was a great adventurer and was part of the force that helped free the elves from their Outworlder captors.

As a young girl, Iridris had already taken on a task of great responsibility. She was a self appointed guardian for her younger sister Lysiris. Unlike Lysiris, Iridris has a more abrupt and serious demeanor. Being around her would give one the impression of keen alertness. These and several other reasons probably give rise to the fact that people refer her to be an austere beauty, as opposed to her sister's more innocent nature. Being the oldest in her family, she had learned the lesson of independance the hard way. As such, she always did her best to protect her sister's fragile heart.

However, as Lysiris grew older, Iridris came to realise that she could not be there for her sister forever. It may be for that understanding that Iridris chose to leave home. But, whatever the reason, the decision broke her heart as much as it did Lysiris; maybe more. Although her parents did not overtly approve of her decision, they gave her the heirloom blades as a going away gift.

[DarkGwyddion]

(They're still a little sketchy, but I am doing two here.)

NAME: Ienzo and Sasarai (Rai) T'nebrai
AGE: 20
GENDER: Male (both)
RACE: Half-elf
CLASS: Ienzo - Alchemist; Rai - Acolyte
FACTION: Steel Empire

EQUIPMENT: Ienzo - Robes, Book, his Temporal Shadows elixir, random alchemical solutions; Rai - Hammer, light chainmail, books and scrolls

DESCRIPTION: Ienzo and Rai are twins, almost identical. The only real difference (when they try) is eye colour - Ienzo has deep blue; Rai almost a chocolate brown. Both keep their hair short, however despite his need for perfection, Ienzo's often seems to have a wild quality to it, often sticking out at odd angles, whereas Rai prefers to keep it very neat.

HISTORY: Their father was a Moon Elf, who defected to the Steel Empire. Why is unknown. He settled with an Inquistor, and the two often hunted evil outsiders together (their younger sister, Mariania, would follow in their parents' footsteps years later, after a demon claimed both of their lives). The twins were boarded at the Ajenda Academy, where the latent magic of their mixed heritaged started to manifest itself.

Ienzo and Rai had two very different reactions. Rai chose to embrace this aspect of their blood, using it for what was deemed for the good of the Empire (becoming an Acolyte). Ienzo denied and supressed it - he was a man of science after all, and magic had no place there. However, his repression of this caused it to manifest in other ways - such as being channelled into his work as an Alchemist. His projects often had unexpected results as a consequence - and attracted unwanted attention.

Both began to adventure. Rai was seeking to spread the word of the God-Emperor Ajen; Ienzo to escape the close scrutiny. They share a room in the Tavern (to cut costs), though Rai does not appreciate the finer things that Ienzo has grown accustomed to. Time spent away from the heart of the Empire has led to Rai's weakening faith. He is still loyal to Ajen and his homeland, but he's started to question some of the base tenants. Ienzo has been offered a high position within the Empire, due to being one of the most prestigious citizens of the Empire, but turned it down. He has grown accustomed to the freedom offered by adventuring.

[Kelric Valas]

Name: Kelric Valas

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 29

Class: Reaver

Equipment: His main weapons are a pair of Voidsteel Scimitars. Given by the power of his wraith his main hand scimitar has a small life leeching affect. Not too powerful, but it allows him to regain stamina and heal minor wounds each time it sinks into an enemy. His off hand Scimitar which used to belong to his father contains the ability of return in case if he ever drops it or ever needs to throw it. It only has a small return range of 3 meters. He has a small leather sash across his chest with thin and light weight throwing daggers, ideal for interrupting spell casters and hitting vital points. He wears a black trench coat with another enchantment given to him by his wraith allowing him quickly "blend" into the shadows seeming as if it manipulates darkness itself.

He has a small pack in the small of his back containing a flask of water, roll of bread, and healing salves/bandages.

Skills: Melee combat is his fancy. Using the shadows and his incredible speed with little to no sound at all. Extensive training with dual wielding an assortment of weapons, hand to hand, and throwing daggers. Minor training in archery with a bow/crossbow. (Would rather charge an enemy than carry such bulky things.)

Striving to gain magical abilities promised by his Wraith Kelric has his entire body covered in demonic symbols and written incantations which he hopes to become strong enough to successfully use. Previous attempts have almost caused him to lose his mind to his wraith which now gives it a small grasp over his actions.

Appearance: At 5'11 Kelric has an athletic build giving him enough strength he needs to use what he has, but making him light enough to have the speed necessary for his tactics. With his body covered from head to toe with tattoos of ancient demonic incantations and diagrams his primary tattoos are snakes coiled around around his arms and shoulder. The tail starting at his elbow and the head coming over his shoulder resting on top of his collar bone. He also has the Latin words "Velox Mortis" meaning Swift Death tattooed on his forehead, and a piercing in his labret of a sickle which wraps under his chin.

Wearing black boots to having black short and spiked hair. From head to toe he wears black. The only bit of color he has are a two snakes, on his coat which constrict from wrist to shoulder. One snake being yellow and black, the other being red and black with a large red pentagram on his back. His bronze brown skin making his tattoos a little less obvious and also making them harder to read for anyone with knowledge of the dark arts.

History: Succeeding his father Kedak Valas only by murder in the shadowy assassin's guild in Soul Forge. At the age of 9 his father murdered his mother suspected of having multiple affairs while he was gone. Fueled anger and coaxed by his father's Wraith within his own mind accused his father of becoming old and weak. Putting his father's basic training into use. Killing him with his own scimitar one night while they were eating. Unsuspecting Kedak wasn't aware of his Wraith's treacherous ways until it was consuming his life force and deeming Kelric his new master. Taking his father's Scimitar and Trench Coat he set off to make a new name for the family Valas.

Impressed by his gritty determination the guild begins the child's extensive training at the age of 10. He quickly became talk of the Shadow Assassin's guild collecting difficult marks at a young age while his older brother becoming a Bone Lord began to put some fame back into the Valas name leaving him with no regrets. Only appreciation for his father's guile.

[Voeux]

Name: Voeux
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Undead)
Allegiance: Xithan Singers Guild

Equipment: He is wearing a suit of dark jesters clothing, the black and white motley silk with tattered edges picked out fading silver; his shoes are black silk with a pointed toe curled around to support a single bell that jingles with each step that he takes. He is carrying a warped horn pipe, the wood blotched and warped with age and the influence of damp.

Appearance: He is a slender undead human, with a slight cadaverous frame which is supported by thin legs and even more frail looking arms. He seems to be extraordinarily tall, towering above most people with his haunted expression. His black hair is short, tied back to rest on the nape of his neck with a single black ribbon that curls around the gathered hair to bind it back tightly. His eyes are a piercing oceanic blue, overshadowed by his emaciated facial features, the elegant nose and thin lips. The most noticeable feature of this creature is his slender fingers, never motionless, pale digits that weave and curl before him. Perched on his head is a battered top hat, seemingly black velvet but scuffed with wear and time.