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Age: 19
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PostSubject: Winndy's Characters   Tue Mar 02, 2010 11:05 am

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Name: Kyrylo Airan (pronounced: key-REE-low AYE-rahn)

Nickname: None that he knows of currently

Age: About one-hundred and forty, but appears to be in his late teens or early twenties

Gender: Male

Bio: Kyrylo comes from a small family living in Knaah Cdyn, the capital city of the secretive kingdom of the Kahdma Crytuf Vumg, or Twilight Elves, a cousin kin to the Dark Elves who often live to be a thousand years old or more. Unlike the latter race though, Kyrylo and the rest of his people are quite gentle and loving beings, though a bit reclusive.
As a child, it was Kyrylo's dream to join the royal guard, to become a knight in service of his people, and at a very young age, began his training to achieve such a dream. Many years and much hardship passed by him, more than any mere human could endure, however when Kyrylo was between the ages of ninety and one-hundred, he took the oath as a knight, receiving the kiss from Princess D'lanna as a blessing.
Another ten years passed, and though Kyrylo is still a very young knight, he's gained respect among his peers due to his commitment and loving personalty, enough to that he attracted a fair elven maiden. Courtship for the Twilight Elves is long and tedious, for a part of their tradition is that when they choose a mate, it is for life, and thus they all always tread cautiously. Even so, he and the woman had a connection, becoming engaged. Yet it didn't last.
Tragedy striked one night with the disappearance of the Princess D'lanna, and all evidence to whom did this crime pointed to Kyrylo. Of course he, and his sweetheart, tried to persuade the Royal Court of his innocence, but more and more their favor turned from them, resulting in banishment from the kingdom for Kyrylo, even stripped of his title as one of the Royal Knights.
From then to now, Kyrylo has wandered far and wide, trying to keep his spirits up and search for the Princess, not think of whom and what he lost behind back home. It's been hard though, and while normally he's all smiles and laughs, truly he's lonely and even a bit depressed and homesick, with the only way of returning home is with him returning the Princess back, least should he be doomed to spend the rest of his very long life on a quest he has no idea where to even begin.
Personality: Before, Kyrylo was happy, optimistic and quite cheerful, even able to have these feelings trickle down to those around him. Now, he still tries to keep up such an appearance, let no negative feelings tie him down, but it has been hard, and occasionally he does slip into a quiet depression.
When working with others, he tends to let others take the spot light or be the leader, simply just being another helping hand, always there when needed. He has no qualms talking to and meeting new people, and usually enjoys it much of the time. He doesn't enjoy encountering any rude individuals, of course, but does try to be patient and understanding with them, even if they are not with him.

Appearance: Kyrylo stands at an average height of about 5'9'' or 5'10''. He's quite fit and yet has a generally slender build. His hair is silver-gray that gives a periwinkle color in the right light (some calling his hair color "starlight") that reaches to his shoulders and is wavy at the ends. His skin is a very dark brown-gray color, with his hands calloused from his decades of training and short work as a knight. He has eyes that are a golden-amber color with no black iris, even with the whites having a yellow tint to them; however, they are always warm and kind, glittering with some gentle wisdom.
Kyrylo is pretty attractive, but not in the graceful and elegant way that most elves are. He has a bit of a more rugged look, with a sharply angled face and large, but dexterous, hands. His clothes are in the browns and greens of the forest, excellent for camouflage and easy to move in, and made from materials where they even are a sort of light armor that keep him warm and cool depending on the weather. At his forearms are the arm guards that he received when first ordained as a knight, with elegant patterns swirling into his family's personal crest. He also wears a long purple scarf his mother knitted for him when he was but a young child.
He carries all manner of items, tools, and weapons needed for surviving in the wilderness. He has a short sword, keeping it on his back much of the time, a peculiar folding-up bow and a quiver of arrows, along with a few daggers he keeps hidden on his person. He has with him as well several healing herbs and natural remedies, and even some small cooking materials and ingredients, along with small bags that carry already prepared food and a tightly sewn pouch for water.
You can refer to his old picture here , or the one I drew of him here .

Abilities: Due to his work as a knight, and just for the many decades of training, he has gotten to be incredibly good with a variety of tools and weapons. He mainly excels at using a bow and arrow, short sword, and some daggers and knives (keeping some tucked in his boots or otherwise hidden on his person). He also has a vast knowledge of different plants and their properties, such as that he knows which are poisonous, which can help a sickly person, and so on. He also has an odd talent for stealth; no matter the environment, he seems to appear and disappear at will, and somehow seems to achieve this with no magical use whatsoever.

Weakness: Kyrylo, like the rest of his people, cannot use magic in any way, shape, or form, not even the novice's kind of magic. In some cases even, a Twilight Elf can get sick from magic exposure, and unfortunately Kyrylo has this to a degree (he mostly suffers from light-headedness, dizziness, et cetera). Thus, he is almost defenseless against a strong magic user, having only to rely on his speed and strength to make it out alive.
As well, he has a very peculiar phobia of beetles when at a certain size. If bigger than a coin, he is perfectly content with them, any smaller however, and he tries his best to get away from the insect. However, if struck in a situation where he cannot escape them, he freezes up and becomes unresponsive until the beetle(s) are gone.

Other: Kyrylo has always loved music of most any sort along with dance. A talent that he has (though doesn't really empathize) is that he has his own pleasant singing voice. He doesn't sing often, and when he does, it's just about always when he is alone (or at least when he thinks he is).
Normally, Kyrylo is calm and kind hearted, even to those who do not deserve compassion, so it would seem nigh-impossible to see him angry, when there are two things that can cause him to become gravely upset: a lie (it has to be a pretty big and meaningful one of sorts) and betrayal. The latter especially really causes a side of Kyrylo to surface that no one, even those who know him well, would have ever thought that he possessed.

Kindness: 5
Sociability: 3
Neatness: 0
Intelligence: 3
Courage: 4
Virtue: 1
Strength: 3
Agility: 5
Strategy: 1
Magical capability: 0
Defense: 2
Accuracy: 3

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Name: D'lanna Belle

Nickname: Has gone by either Anna or Belle in the past

Age: A little over one-hundred, but appears to be more in her mid-teens

Gender: Female

Bio: She is the princess of the Kahdma Crytuf Vumg, the very secretive Twilight Elven folk; seldom seen, yet when they are, are often mistaken for their crueler cousins to the north, more towards Spear's Head Point and the Yawnzey Coast, when however, the Twilight Elves are truly kind and gentle beings.
D'lanna was never a spoiled girl, despite being an only child an living in luxuries that only those of royalty have. The princess was born naturally even more kind and caring than is average for most Kahdma Crytuf Vumg, and thus easily has become a well-loved subject of her people.
Generally, she hasn't led a life that held anything of the sort that was surprising or mysterious, much less adventurous. D'lanna merely grew up and learned of her duties when she too would some day become Queen. An event that did often excite her though was when there would be a squire (or squires) who have been of great service and would be honored with the title of knighthood; always, once each was proclaimed a knight, would they receive a kiss upon their brow from D'lanna as a sign of gratitude of overcoming such hard ships and for more to come.
She was happy and content with her life, wishing nothing more than she had, until one morning, she had woken up in a bed that was unfamiliar, a room not her own; it took her no time at all to realize she had been kidnapped. What did take her a little time though was to find where she was. She was taken to the capital of Sakreh, Sasmaleaham, thousands of miles away from home.
D'lanna has no idea who had taken her or why, but she only knows she wishes to return home immediately. No matter how much she begs and pleads, no one listens or confides to her wishes in the slightest. Nowadays, she mostly sits in her room, looking out the window; she has tried to escape or at least send a message out, but with the prior they have always failed and with the latter, she has never been sure if anyone has gotten her messages.

Personality: Before, D'lanna was remarked upon for her overwhelming kindness, even though much of the time she is a calm, quiet and collected young woman. Always has the elven princess been the type to put all others before herself.
Now, after a number of days being held as a guest in Sakreh, she still has the general kind mood, but she has grown a bit cold, mainly being unresponsive unless her opinion is truly needed or will be heard, and always when the opportunity presents itself.

Appearance: Fairly tall (5'7''-5'8''), a little slender but also with slight curves to her build. Her skin is much lighter than others of her kind, with that of an ashen tinge with a touch of periwinkle.
D'lanna's hair is long and fair that is a sort of light butter color, with her face nearly too round or sharply angled that are set with soft garnet eyes.
She is most often considered to be most lovely, like a delicate flower, and wears rather simple (almost crude for a princess) dresses and always moves in careful and composed manner.

Abilities: Her calm and kind demeanor seems to well off her and affect others; she has a gift for calming even the most raging and hateful individuals with but a smile or only a few soft and kind words, even when it was thought of as impossible. Her singing has been said in poetic terms to be like that or an angel's, or to be a bit more darkly, a seductress, for it has such a hypnotic quality to it. Finally, a genetic gift within the royal family is that of greater stamina that too has been passed to D'lanna; she can endure more physical burdens than even the most well-trained scout or ranger, and it has never been heard of for any royal family member to have greatly suffered from any sickness or poison.

Weakness: Just like others of her kind, no magic of any kind comes to her at all, and has no skills to speak of in any of the fighting arts, thus has not even a hope of a defense against magic or even just a fist fight. Worse yet, the royal family suffers from the "magic allergy" that is common with the Twilight Elves more so than others, having slipped in and out of consciousness with even when only mild uses of magic have been preformed around her. Some may even consider her deep kindness a bit of weakness, given how she cannot even harm a mosquito, much less something or someone about to attack her; most likely, she'd make demands of those around her only wishing to protect her to bring no harm to anyone, that is, while she is with them and able to hear and see it all.

Other: As well as having a heavenly singing voice, she can play a variety of musical instruments quite well also.

Kindness: 10
Sociability: 5
Neatness: 5
Intelligence: 4
Courage: 1
Virtue: 5
Strength: 0
Agility: 0
Strategy: 0
Magical capability: 0
Defense: 0
Accuracy: 0

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Username: Winndy

Name: Ramieth

Nickname: My Lord, Lordship, and if called any name other than his own or one of his "official" titles that is even mildly offensive to him, they are put to a slow, painful death.

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Bio: There are many stories that circle the ominous dark lord, and no one is sure which is true or that is simple a rumor. One that is popular is that he was one of the Angels that has gone truly bad, even more so than the Fallens. Another is that he was formed from the evil shrouding in the heart's of various people personified, and come to take vengeance upon Amarynth. Neither of these two are the truth.

In all honesty, no one is all quite sure what the truth is, even though the real story has circled around to some ears, and yet it is the story most disbelief.

The real story is that Ramieth was born to parents of one of the crueler and more darkened races of Amarynth, living in the Unknown Territory south of the Arrow Swamps, at the foot of some of the unnamed mountains there. Unsurprisingly, his parents were vicious and cruel beings, already giving their very young son grief and torment, but that was common for such beings as them. It wasn't long until both of his parent's deaths came to them, his father's brought down by his mother, and Ramieth himself killing her, even consuming her own heart.

Once that deed was finished, he traveled, looking for ways to empower himself, through artifacts, mythical sacrifices, anything. For a while, he was an unknown, minor threat, until just a few years ago, when he suddenly appeared in Tyree with hordes of terrible monsters as an army and with powers so terrible, the people thought that truly Armageddon was upon them. It took no time at all for Ramieth to take control of the edges of Tyree, from Gollianth's Claw Point, up to Arixis Port, and even edged his rule up northwards, taking control of Mounticera and setting his great castle at the foot of it and the edge of the Shadow Lands.

He has only ruled for a few years, but it has already shown that his hold over as much land as he does is unshakable. Ramieth too is slowly making sure to spread his rule, his motivation to ultimately take as much control of Amarynth as possible. Without, of course, getting on the bad side of too many of the Fallen.

Personality: Usually, whenever Ramieth meets with most anyone, he puts on surprisingly a sociable and warm approach where one asks "is this really the man who is known to be so cruel and unjust? Did he really take over so much without any dignity?" the truth is, of course, yes.

Ramieth is, in all sense of the words, cruel, unjust, uncaring and has been known to be as evil as some of the Fallens, while his methods are of a different flair than them.

He likes playing as the deceiver, the trickster, seeming to be the guy whom you can put your heart into, and he'll just carefully take it and crush it in his hand before grinding it into the ground, all with a too intelligent smile on his face.
Appearance: Easily Ramieth is one of the most desirable individuals a person could meet, and he knows it, yet oddly, doesn't throw the fact around that much. He seems to prefer acting a little oblivious to how much most anyone could lust after them, lure them in a bit before shattering them, mind, body and soul.

He is rather tall, easily standing at 6'2'' without counting his horns, with his infamously long ebony hair falling around him like some terrible mantle. He has skin like a pearl with a peachy tinge to it without any traces of any skin disorder whatsoever and often clothes himself in darkly colored robes that have some elaborate patterns stitches into the fabric with some jewel drop hanging off of the cuffs and edges. He has a fine face, neither too round or too sharp, a fine medium between the two. He has slanted eyes that are color of freshly spilled blood with peculiar curved black markings under his eyes. Delicately pointed ears knife out from his hair while straight, protruding horns jut out from just above the ears.

You can refer to this as a reference.

Abilities: No one is sure how he got so much power at such a young age, but the fact is that he has it. Aside from his rule, the other thing he is most infamous for, or it is what he is most infamous for, is just how much magical ability he has at his beck and call. No magic seems to pose any kind of real challenge to him.
Weakness: What no one knows though is that Ramieth's power comes at a terrible cost that most any sane individual would shudder at the thought of having to pay such a price. Indeed Ramieth is powerful, but to keep that power under control, he has to consume a soul (or many) or a pretty daily basis. He honestly could have had all the power he has now... if he waited just about a century or two. Of course, he had youthful impatience, wanted, needed, the power now. He striked a deal with some unknown creature. They gave him his greatest desire (all the power he could want at his finger tips) in exchange for his soul, and forgetting to tell young Ramieth that he would have to exchange many, many more for the rest of his existence.

It's pretty easy to tell when Ramieth's powers having taken their toll on him: he ages, even if ever so slightly. It can be as mere as a strand of gray, or some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but the fact is that it's there until he consumes a soul. He he uses up too much of his power in one go as well, he'll have to have a number of souls immediately at his disposal afterwards. Even if he doesn't use any magic in a week (which is very unlikely) he'll have to have a soul regardless, for his own power will tear him inside-out if he doesn't.
Other: He oddly has the knowledge of many, many years for his young age, getting it both from his traveling and from reading; when not doing any mentionable evils or cruelties, he simply sits in his private quarters and spends all that time reading the day away. He would probably be one of the most knowledgeable people to be known today, but would he ever share that knowledge? Or course not.

-You have thirty points and thirty points only. Fill out these carefully
Kindness: -10 (Just to really note, yeah, he's a dick. XD)
Sociability: 4
Neatness: 2
Intelligence: 5
Courage: 1
Virtue: 0
Strength: 0
Agility: 0
Strategy: 3
Magical capability: 12
Defense: 0
Accuracy: 3

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Name: Feredir Bandorion (pronounced: fair-eh-dear, bahn-dore-ee-on)

Nickname: Simply referred by his first name, Feredir

Age: Forty, however looks to be in his late teens

Gender: Male

Bio: Truthfully, one cannot find or discover much about this peculiar traveling bard, for he does not reveal much of himself, and even to those who they believe have won his friendship and trust, Feredir only gives bits and snippets of his life.

He does acknowledge his heritage, not making any denials that he is a half-breed (for how can he not?), and obviously an elven and selkie one at that (the latter is made obvious for the fact that he has some slight webbing between his fingers and toes, and though his skin is mostly a normal color, around the edges and most especially on his back, shoulders and knees it's a light gray color with darker gray spots, and finally he oft complains of being unsure whether he should be on land or in the sea). As to whom exactly his parents are, he says nothing of his father, and claims either or both his mother was a well known elven singer, as well as that he's an orphan; if one mentions of some of his contradicting statements, he quickly turns it around, confusing the person of whether he DID contradict himself, or did they only THINK he did.

In regards to his mother being a singer, it certainly would make sense due to his own talent in singing and playing a variety of musical instruments as well, leading to his main (and more honest) lifestyle as a wandering bard. He has a number of other, less honest, skills however. One being, taken from his father's side, is how persuasive and socially suave he is; and, even though some of the most heterosexual men won't admit it, they have to admit that he DOES have some pretty handsome features, which he puts into his own good use of pursuing his 'conquests'. In short, he's a womanizer, and a rather grand one at that, giving (true) claim that he can seduce just about any woman. He even having once bragged about bedding some princess or another, but whether that is true is anyone's guess, but there were demands on SOMEONE'S head for a while for a similar incident. Although, in some sparse cases, he has had to instead bed a man. Feredir says he prefers woman, but isn't afraid to do what needs to be done if it gets him closer to whatever is his current desire or goal.

There are not many people who can inform you of some of his talents (for Feredir won't say of them himself), but there have been some people with more than a few coin to spare who have heard through the grape vine that Feredir has a skill for murder, but making it look much like an accident, or putting evidence that points to his contractor's enemies. No one is sure of where a bard could have acquired such skills, but those who have hired him don't question it, bother to ask or even wonder about; for them, they just want the job done.

Personality: Simply put, Feredir can be anyone's best friend... unless someone better comes along or he no longer calls them a 'friend' for one reason or another; there have even been instances of him stabbing his 'friend' in the back, however they would be blissfully unaware of what a malicious deed he has done, and both would continue on with their lives, the late 'friend' only realizing what has truly occurred once Feredir is long gone.

He's quite charming and likable, and even if mere words and a smile can't get the appropriate reaction, his music and song can. Being quite flirtatious as well, Feredir is throwing compliments to anyone and everyone like how one throws rice or flowers at a wedding. As well, he isn't at all real picky about WHO will be his next, so-called conquest. That older woman? Sure. The man who already has a wife and five children? Why not? Perhaps what can be viewed as disturbing is how people readily accept such compliments, and even flirt back with the bard, regardless of their orientation and what kind of romantic relationship they have and even how old or young they are. Then once Feredir goes on his way, do the people begin to wonder just WHY they did something as such, feeling guilty or letting it go.

However, even though normally Feredir is quite happy much of the time, carefree and easy going, his mood can be thrown down towards sadness, even depression if treated especially horrible about his heritage. And despite how easy it is for him to get people to open up to him, it is not the same with him. If asked to reveal more on himself, he'll just smile, and change the topic to something he's more comfortable, but if pressed more, he gets a solemn expression, then simply turns and walks away, or if they're bringing up a question on something of his life that who (unwittingly) is asking of, he'll get angry, shout and demand to leave him be, and if they do not, forcibly make them leave or stomp off himself.

Despite too how many lovers he's had, of various races and of both sexes, he's never really experienced "love", nor has he ever had what most think of a genuine friendship. He tends not to dwell on such things, but if someone were to discover this about him, and egg him about it, they might possibly see a different side to the 'cheerful and flirty minstrel'.

Appearance: Feredir stands at about 5'8'' or 5'9'', with a slender but strong build. His hair is a dark gray that is more wavy than curly, reaching a little past his shoulders, with finely pointed ears knifing through the locks. His skin appears rather normal, sort of peachy with a creamy yellow tinge; but as said, his back, shoulders and knees turn to a more light gray color with dark gray spots. But he is noticeable pale despite how often he's on the road. His face is oval shaped with some angles and has been described as the epitome of masculine handsomeness. His eyes are the color of a tropical sea, warm and vibrant, while there is a tattoo around his left eye of two curling lines, the inner one smaller, and three small circles underneath his eye. His voice has a melodious quality, but that is a given, what is curious though is the accent attached to it. It's a little thick, but not so much as that his speech isn't understandable to all whom he comes across; if he were to encounter anyone from Earth, they would know straight away that it sounds rather Spanish.

What makes one immediately drawn to him though is his attire, as wonderfully colored and beautiful as his eyes, the rainbow of the tropics, with all sorts of trinkets with the bulk being silver, or of charms in the shapes of tropical fish and butterflies. His boots go to the knee and are of fine make and quality leather. He wears a capelet, too with some dangling charms and jewelry, whilst wearing a tunic, long-sleeved and slightly puffy shirt underneath and neither too tight or too loose pants.

Carrying with him are variety of tools of his trade, as well as others. He has a small, beautifully crafted harp that serves as his main instrument, a set of pan flutes, an ocarina, and a small drum are his more minor ones. He has with him too a sack that is filled with all the necessary items for traveling, such as cookware, a blanket that is quite warm but can be packed quite small, various plants, a compass, and others. His two weapons of choice are using a knife and one that qualifies as either a very long knife or a rather short sword, both too are of good quality.

(Picture(s) will be up ASAP)

Abilities: As said, he has a variety of skills, but what he is especially good at is music and song, claimed to even make the dreaded Lord Ramieth weep, if he was given the chance to preform for the demon lord. Secondly are his social skills, being able to garner information, a drink, a bed (and perhaps a lover too) with ease that could make even an incubus sigh with envy. Then lastly, while he is quite a competent fighter, what gives him the real edge in battle are his abilities to make the deadliest of poisons and toxins. He makes as such as often as he needs to, and coats his weapons with them, even able to make it so that the weapons just seem more shiny and decorative when the reality isn't so just.

Weakness: Despite his sociability, it's hard to be social with Feredir when the topic is of the bard and his life and experiences. Him being uncomfortable and awkward is made quite clear, he stumbles over his words and he obviously just wants to leave and be left alone for a bit; for those who are naturally weary and cautious would likely get the sense of seeing him as untrustworthy, and if they have the right contacts or can talk to the right people, might be able to learn a truth or two of the bard, and that could put him into a very prickly situation.

The other great weakness would be his heritage. He, naturally, tends to avoid areas, cities and towns that are more prone to prejudice than others, but even so, he does encounter such people who criticize him from time to time. He can handle it when it is one or two persons, but if it escalates to more, he gets even more nervous than when probed about his life, and one can actually see fear come into his eyes; more than once has he been chased out of town, rocks and and bottles thrown at him as he went, the townspeople banning him from coming to their city, all for him simply just admitting quite truthfully that he is elven and selkie. It is after experiencing such torments that Feredir is the most vulnerable, being more than a bit out of sorts with only getting away and getting to safety being his agenda until he can calm down and compose himself once more.

Other: When one looks upon Feredir, sees all the trinkets and nice clothes he has, and know that he is of no noble line whatsoever, the question to ask is: so, how DID he get such items? The truth being, some he acquired by trading coin and song (and maybe body) for a charm, or a shirt, or whatever it was that caught his attention. Others he stole, and some he got in perhaps more... questionably disturbing ways. In any case, he's always adding to his appearance, looking more and more bright, colorful... and ridiculous. Still, that's what he likes.

While normally there are no issues that qualm with his own beliefs, for it seems he scarce has any in the first place; one would think something like hearing of an entire clan of elves being wiped out would phase him, it doesn't. What does bother him is hearing or seeing those who mistreat the environment, pertaining especially to the seas and forests, and is as such one gets the rare occasion to witness Feredir's brow furrowed and a fire whipping up in his eyes. He will outright refuse to speak with those who comply, or preform, such deeds, or worse still, go out of his way to make such people's lives miserable, even horrific.

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Kindness: 1
Sociability: 5
Neatness: 4
Intelligence: 3
Courage: 1
Virtue: 0
Strength: 1
Agility: 5
Strategy: 1
Magical capability: 4
Defense: 2
Accuracy: 3
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PostSubject: Re: Winndy's Characters   Tue Mar 02, 2010 11:23 am

Yay <3

Of course you are approved!
Now make a thread for each character in the cast section and post their profiles. C:
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PostSubject: Re: Winndy's Characters   Tue Mar 02, 2010 11:24 am

Okie dokie! 8D
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PostSubject: Re: Winndy's Characters   Tue Mar 02, 2010 12:05 pm

Now go post them xD
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PostSubject: Re: Winndy's Characters   Tue Mar 02, 2010 12:40 pm

I will. :C I had to finish my post in Vanity. >C
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PostSubject: Re: Winndy's Characters   Fri Mar 05, 2010 1:25 pm

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Name: Vincent Valeaté

Nickname: None

Age: He doesn't know exactly, but is for sure he's over three-hundred at least

Gender: Male

Country of Origin: The City of Iris, in the country of Aalashfin, the world of Clercia

Time Period: (Equivalent to Earth's late 1930's)

Bio: Vincent life story is a strange, horrific and at time terribly depressing tale. He was born in a village so small and humble as to not even have a name, or even some figure head ruling over it, it simply was a peaceful cluster of people living together making a quiet but happy existence for themselves. For the most part, no one in the village ever dreamed of anything bigger than getting married, having a family and doing their part for the teeny village; in this case, Vincent was very much the black sheep. From since he was a child he dreamed of going out to explore the world, earn a place somewhere and make his fortune. Of course, he also dreamed of the simple goal of getting married and having children. When he wasn't even twenty, he packed himself tools and supplies and went out to fulfill part of his dream.

He went far and wide across the lands of Clercia, finding many strange wonders and shuddering terrors, as well lost treasures and forgotten artifacts worth a great fortune. At one point however, traveling across a mountain range and seeking shelter, he found a cave to escape from the blizzard, only to be attacked by something that could only be described as man gone as mad as a rabid dog, and in self defense Vincent killed the person. Eventually making his way onward, he was fortunate enough to stumble upon a village and be taken to the healer, since he had grown awful sick. They all thought it was a bad case of the flu, or something worse caught from being out in the freezing cold. For three days and three nights, Vincent could only lay suffering from fevers and shivers and truly vivid nightmares with no hope of recovering. Interestingly, on the fourth morning, the sickness had ebbed away for the most part, but that was when he discovered the true horror of his illness. It was just a little later that Vincent would discover that he had been afflicted with vampirism, and had made the full transformation.

At first, he considered committing suicide, for on Clercia, anything turned to a vampire from that terrible disease couldn't be thought of as people even by the lowest standards; to most whom it concerns, the vile retches were filthier than near most any other kind of vermin. However, Vincent's hand was stayed from committing the act, remembering of what he wanted to do with his life. He realized of course he couldn't ever have the family he dreamed of, but he still had a shot at getting his fortune and making something of himself to the world. For the next two centuries that was all Vincent did till he just about explored every nook and cranny and every hole in the wall of the world, and finding even more wealth than he ever dreamed possible of having.

He soon came back to the village of his birth, which had by now evolved into a decent town, and settled down. He bought the grandest house, a great mansion and the title of Count (he prefers being called 'Lord' instead, however) and using his vast wealth to improve the town, transforming it in a mere few decades into the City of Iris, the most famous city of the country of Aalashfin and well known all around Clercia. Vincent became the Lord over the city (having renovated his mansion to a castle by now as well), and most knew him to be just and fair, even kindly, however if a bit tad eccentric and even mysterious, for no knows who (or what) he is, where he came from (ironically) and why he did all the things he has done.

Over the years as well, humans became a race that was considered inferior to the magical beings of Clercia (and with vampiric humans, even more so), and Vincent became head of a secret organization for the survival of the human race, the Sympathizers as they were called. There were many events that happened in this part of his life regarding as such, and came to a fateful evening when he found himself in the world of Amarynth. The instance should have been one that would have stuck in his memory, but it hasn't completely.

He sought death again, more than before, but wasn't granted it, and as he had done much of his life, he endured, and went on. He eventually found the country of Kessir and the capital Kaylyn. For decades the country had no ruler, and when Vincent stepped up, no one turned him down but rather readily granted him the position. For a while, he had a living as yet again a Lord for a grand city, but when the cruel demon Lord Ramieth came with his vast armies and terrible powers against a rather lone country defenseless against it, Vincent had no options. Most believed him to be dead (and he wishes he was), but he survived and escaped with the help of his aide. Vincent now sure what he wants most, to go back to Clercia, or to bloody die already, although the latter has been a temptation to him since the day of his discovery of him being a vampire.

Personality: Vincent is a calm but surprisingly fun and joyous elderly man, but does have an eccentric and mysterious air about him, and sometimes one does wonder if he's really so old or if it's a farce. The truth is, Vincent has gotten to the point in life where nothing matters to him any more. He likes to have fun, tease people (especially likes to give his aide a hard time) and see the smiling faces of people, but even threats of torture and a gun pointed to his head could barely muster a blink and a yawn from him. He's literally a man who has seen everything of the world (or at least one anyway) and he wants to move onto the next step. He usually doesn't go directly into harm's way, but at times he does seek it, both to get his life done and over with, and on a bit of a sadistic side does love to see the people squirm when he insults a temperamental individual with gun pointed at him.

Appearance: Surprisingly, Vincent looks pretty damned good considered his age and just how long he's had to fight and fare with his torturous disease, still it is clear that the poor man has seen better days long past. He stands at 5'10, and before on Clercia would wear clothing that seemed unfitting for someone of his stature and fortune, but now these days it doesn't matter as long as it's comfortable and they cover him up. Even if he has fed recently, he still has a remarkably pale complexion, and becomes frighteningly stark white when he hasn't. He has long hair (usually tied back in a ponytail), at least a four inches past the shoulders that's a medium brown but with many strands of white, gray and silver throughout it. Despite his age, and the wrinkles that come with it, it isn't hard to see for even someone not aware of such things that he was most likely quite handsome in his youth. Besides his pale skin, the only two features that would give him away as a vampire would be his pink eyes (much like that of an albino rat) and the elongated and pointed canines.

Weakness: On Clercia, vampirism was something much more different than the legends make it to be on Earth and what it's like on Amarynth. Normally portrayed as vicious and cruel beings with supernatural powers at their command with severe, but few weaknesses, the same cannot be said of the vampires of Clercia. Vampirism is a very fatal disease, at first very rare but has become alarmingly common over the centuries on Clercia. Stemming from being bitten from a vampire. It starts out as something much like the flu, and in this stage, is actually curable if one knows what is it, and unfortunately most do note until it is too late. The transformation to a vampire takes a full three and three nights, however some victims have known to die before making the full transformation, which most view as a sign of mercy or them being very lucky. When a full vampire, there is no glamor to be found in it. The vampire has a deadly and violent addiction to blood, even though it is not needed for them to survive. If they feed regularly, they can keep control of themselves, but even going just a few days off makes them go mad all too fast, often killing and draining the first person (first few people) that they come across when "hungry". Just as other vampires, they too have a deadly weakness to sunlight, burning and frying out even if only in contact with it for a couple of minutes. Over the course of their life time, the person will always be sickly, yet oddly being rarely affected by "lesser" illnesses. Instead though, ever now and then they suffer terribly from all sorts of pains and problems with the body, most notably being an inability to breathe, coughing up blood, and extreme aches and pains all over. The strangest part perhaps of the disease is that it extends (or really shortens) the person's lifespan to three hundred years, sometimes unfortunately it goes to four hundred, and once at that point, the disease overwhelms the body, killing them. And them having supernatural power? Not even in the slightest. The only thing perhaps could be some very slight enhanced senses, but only most noticeable when they are in need of blood. Some would say that the extended or shorten lifespan too is something rather supernatural, but most have called it as adding onto the ultimate form of torture. All of this Vincent has had, and been suffering with, for most of his life.

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Kindness: 4
Sociability: 5
Neatness: 4
Intelligence: 5
Courage: 5
Virtue: 3
Strength: 0
Agility: 1
Strategy: 3
Magical capability: 0
Defense: 0
Accuracy: 0


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PostSubject: Re: Winndy's Characters   Sat Mar 06, 2010 7:58 am

Poor Vincent xD But of course you are accepted. 8D

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PostSubject: Re: Winndy's Characters   Sat Mar 06, 2010 9:57 am

Yeah, his life mostly sucked. xD
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PostSubject: Re: Winndy's Characters   Wed Mar 10, 2010 1:39 am

((I hope this will be my last character. x_x))

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Name: Arius Phylos

Nickname: None that she is aware of

Age: She's never paid attention to time, but it appears she's only in her early twenties at most

Gender: Female

Race: A Hybrid (elf and faerie) but it's incredibly hard to tell that she is, given how the two are usually closely related

Bio: Arius isn't one to give her life story at the drop of a hat, and it isn't clear why that is. However, if asked from someone she finds acceptable and even a good friend, she can tell more than one would possibly like to know of her.

She wasn't sure if it was long ago, or only happened a few years ago, since part of her viewing of time is skewed as far as humans and some other races are concerned, but it started with an elven maiden. She was beautiful, said to be the most lovely creature in the village and miles around. However she was shy and diminutive in personality, and even if the man who proposed to her was handsome and genuinely kind, a rare combination, she would turn him down; this happened for a good while, until a curious stranger arrived. He was tall, handsome, kind and generous, giving all a pleasant smile and a warm greeting. No one was sure where he had come from, but he too had taken notice of the pretty elf maid, and he too proposed his love for her, and the biggest surprise was that she accepted. By the next morning, the two lovers were gone, never to be heard of again, and the village blessed the two for eternal happiness.

As it turns out, however, the man was a Faerie Duke by the name of Kellenvad, and also one of the most cruel of all the fae lords. The other fae would say he truly loved the elf woman, but to most other folk it wasn't love in the slightest, so twisted that it could hardly be recognized as such. Even so, the maiden stayed with the Duke, for he had soon become everything to her in life. Soon, she was found pregnant, and only what seemed like a little later, gave birth to a stunning girl.

The girl scarce had any resemblance to her mother, except for being of the same sex. Her hair was a brilliant fiery red, all the hues and colors that can be found in a flickering flame, just as her father's, yet flowers of the sweetest scents and most lovely to behold also grew in the locks of her hair, always blooming and in bloom, never seen to wilt. Her eyes were the color of new spring leaves and rolling fields, the color of what her father's dual eyes would combine as. Then, her skin was healthy and peachy, a light pink and softer than any rose's petals, and her ears delicately pointed. The latter is hard to say if that is from her mother's side or her father's, since the both have knifed-ears. The wings to be found on her back were not with her at birth, nor did they come about naturally. It was much later in life when the Duke forced these upon her, to make her 'even more stunning', and it is true that they do give such an effect. They are large and gorgeous, but sadly, are only for visual pleasure, they have no use beyond that.

Curiously, the Duke showed more... compassion to the young girl as she grew up. Perhaps because the Duke was rather vain, and could so easily see himself in the young girl, and he was the only one who he treated the best of the best, and his young daughter received much the same treatment. When it came to naming the daughter, it was all based around Kellenvad's idea of a good name, even if the poor elf woman tried to give some suggestions, she was rebuffed. When the girl was old enough to walk and properly speak, her poor mother was near forgotten and cast aside by the Duke, finding someone much more lovely and entertaining than before.

At times, Arius would cause the fae some grief, and he would become angry, casting down his wrath upon the poor girl, and she soon learned of doing her best not to anger him. As she grew older, she became more lovely, and more interesting to Kellenvad, until her beauty much outweighed her mother's, and some would whisper in hushed tones the faerie Duke's as well. Kellenvad hadn't seen any other being more divine than his daughter, and saw that there was no other who could be a more perfect lover, and that's what Arius became for some time, and that was when she truly knew Hell.

Kellenvad treated her no better, perhaps even worse, than he did to her mother. Arius became the Duke's most prized possession, his delicate flower, a true golden trophy among people that no one but him could touch, much less have. As it was inevitable, she was found pregnant, and that was perhaps the breaking point for the poor woman. She sought to escape from the horrible faerie's clutches, and because she was born with the clever wit of a fae, had soon found a way to wriggle out of the Duke's grasp and escaped.

She fled for a small village in Arik, close to the forest, and gave birth to a son. He was much unlike his father, and her own father. His hair was darker than the black of a raven's wing, his skin was a sickly pale and eyes as cool as a mist; Arius named the boy Morvren.

She raised and taught much to her son on her own, and while half faerie heritage, didn't give the poor boy the same cruelty as her father and his kin have been known to deliver, at least that is what she thought. She loved her son, but deep down, had a feeling for him much like hate. She had the boy be aware of the deceiving nature of the fae, the tricks and cruel whims, but most especially she taught him of his father, Kellenvad. Morvren grew up with hate of his father, of the atrocities he had committed to his mother. He swore to Arius that he would make the Duke suffer, that he would know Hell, and be brought down. Arius was at first surprised by her child's ambition to destroy their father, but she soon encouraged it in small ways, and as soon as he could tell a dagger from the grip and the pointy end, sought out to have him learn everything of the blade. She had found such a teacher, and had convinced him to teach her son, whiles he taught her boy the magical arts on the side.

Years passed, the boy became one of the most competent warriors of Arik, and even word of him had reached down to Ient, and Morvren was only at the age of sixteen. Of course, Kellenvad had heard too of the boy, of his skills and prowess, and sought him out, more to see if such words spoken were indeed true, but too to retrieve his lost, precious treasure. The Duke didn't find Arius, nor Morvren, but the boy did find Kellenvad. When the time was right, the lad striked out at his father. Truthfully, the battle would have lopsided, in the faerie man's favor, if not hadn't Morvren's be of pure iron, the bane of the fae. Both had become critically wounded, though Morvren even more so, and both perished on the bloody battleground, never to see their beloved Arius even one more time.

When Arius heard rumor of her child being slain, and Kellenvad with him, she wasn't sure whether to be filled with joy or sorrow. She did grieve over the loss of her son, but interestingly not nowhere near the lengthy amount of time most mother's would. With nothing else for her to find in Arik, she left the small country, and set out for the west. She has traveled long, and far, on an adventure with no real end in sight. She doesn't know what she seeks or hopes to find out in life, and perhaps that is why she's journeying, to find such an answer.

Personality: If not for her hardships in life, Arius would be a kindly and sweet girl, shy, but not so painfully as her mother was. But that is not her. Arius instead is a bit of a cold and slightly callous woman. She can show kindness, and it can be genuine, but it's rare and even hard for her to display such emotion. When most, especially men, approach her in thinking she is nothing more than a prime example of the so-called 'weaker sex', and always are they surprised to find that she can be a little spitfire, teasing and laughing at them cruelly and twisting their words (and sometime their bodies) all up. Her kinder side is more seen by children, those who have suffered great misfortune, and people that she can see truly do not hold onto darkness in any of it's many and terrible forms. It's this side that is said to be her true personality, when she gives one the adoring and loving attention only a mother can give, and this too is when one can see how much the woman has been through, and that a sort of echoing sadness ebbs off of her.

Appearance: Beautiful. Gorgeous. Divine. There aren't many words that can sum up the loveliness of Arius. She's tall for a woman at 5'9'', slender with some slight curves to her. As said, she has hair that is a fiery red color, but it has streaks of plum, blonde, dark pink and all other warm and vibrant colors; too are the flowers that grow and twists around her locks of hair, with gently pointed ears knifing through the locks of hair. All exotic and each a jewel to behold, and the perfume that envelopes her is wonderful, and it can override even the foulest stench. She had a round face, but with some neat and delicate angles and set in with eyes greener than a rainforest. Her skin has the peachy bloom of health, and still as soft and smooth as a babe's. Perhaps the most eye-catching part of her appearance are her wings. Very large, opening and closing like a butterfly's (she can though fold them back and down to be small and out of the way, and made comfortable when she has to lie down). All sorts of patterns and spots dance across, but are iridescent and clear with a rainbow tinge like a dragonfly's, and when the light shines through, makes them even more stunning. It is said that there is no one person who cannot envy her, even just a little bit.

Abilities: Arius is quite sociable and does know how to make her way through any town or settlement, even if never having been there before, but her most interesting skill is with that of bladed weapons. Along her travels, she had taken a huge interest in swordsmanship, and has practiced long and hard with such tools. She fights with dual weapons, and relies on speed over strength, and too many have dually regretted ever challenging her to a duel. Of course, being the daughter of a powerful faerie lord, her magical skill isn't anything to laugh at either.

Weakness: She can be a tough one to make even a warm acquaintance with (unless she she's you as otherwise), as likely to smile at you as to run you through with one of her blades. Though quick and light on her feet and graceful, feats of strength are not her forte in the slightest; even the simplest ones she can have a difficult time completing. Also, because she is half fae she gets faint and sickly while around large deposits of metal, but the worst being iron. While this particular weakness isn't near as severe as a full fae, it still can very well be a matter of life and death for her.

Other: It's said, and is truthfully told, that she doesn't much like people that are beautiful. This isn't any cause of her being vain and worrying about competition (really, if there's someone more beautiful than her, they're perfectly welcome to take all the attention). The reason given this is unknown to near all, but the truth is she's afraid. People always think beauty means kindness but that is hardly the case, and perhaps that is one reason why she is often such a bitch to everyone; she means to protect them from their own folly in believing that if someone is beautiful, that their nature and personality is just as well. She doesn't care if this means she gains no friends, if it means that someone people don't have to suffer anything like she did, that grants her some happiness.

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Kindness: 2
Sociability: 3
Neatness: 2
Intelligence: 3
Courage: 3
Virtue: 2
Strength: 0
Agility: 6
Strategy: 1
Magical capability: 5
Defense: 2
Accuracy: 1
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