Arda is a land where Elves, Dwarves, and Humans roame. Within any race there are factions. Within the Elves are the Wood Elves, the Dark Elves, and the High Elves. Within the Dwarves are the miners, the craftsmen, and the weaponsmiths. Amoung the Humans are the City dwellers, the mountain men, and the plainsmen.
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The Alliance
Lomien Turumbar
[
Talos Cyrion]
Race: High elf
Rank/Occupation: Leader of the alliance
Age: 9,600
Abilities: Advanced in fire, water and spirit, also he is a well-honed hunter, swordsman, and marksman. Lomien has also through time prefected the art of evasion, meaning he has a habit of slipping in and out of places un-seen and often un-detected. Being advanced in water Lomien is also a skilled healer. This is the chief reason he has chosen to master water arts, and it has made him more deadly as he can recover far faster than most for it alows him to heal his body of even the most lethal wounds so long as he is coherant. Lomien also is a skilled Warlock, this is a result of his past dealings with the dark elves
Appearance: 6’8, blue eyed and broad. Dark blackish hair that flows down to his elbows, and he has one particularly brutal sword wound covering most of the right side of his face. Usually he is wearing all black attire, including armor, but has been known to favor red, blue and even white robes in place of the black on occasion. This is however rare, as black is his battle dress and he is often contesting ground with the dark army. When his shirt is off, his has a tattoo in the form of a black set of wings attached to a blood red sword. This is the symbol of the Night shroud.
Weapons: a long curved battle sword at his right side, Lomien also caries with him at least a dozen throwing knives and stars tucked away in his robes, as well as (on occasion) his spear, and when desired, a long bow.
Personality Dark, and brooding, will seldom talk unless spoken to. Lomien is even tempered despite his abilities, and does not appear to care for much of anything. Lomien prefers to avoid crowds and will fight for what he holds dear. Lomien's voice is unusual, in that it is both enchanting, melodic, deep, and gutteral when speaking. He is slow to trust, and even slower to accept, Lomien tends to err on the judgemental side at times, though this comes from being able to read peoples minds because of his ablilities.
History: Lomien bore two things out of the fiery ruins of his ancient home, one Gurthang, a sword that can rob it's victims of their souls trapping it within it's blade and harnessing their power to the weilders will. The secound, his wife, Ninquelote, for whom he obtained the brutal slash across his right eye, though from what and by whom none know. Lomien has fought the dark army longer than any, for he fought it in secret and openly on his home island afore it's destruction.
Other: Lomien is a Night shroud (also known as a Deamon judge or commonly a Sentinel) He caries this secret, and with it the incalcuable power reservore within him. He is one of the Last, both of the ancient High elves as well as the lesser known Sentinel council, which he and Ullari formed. Now that council is broken, and there are few left to stave the coming wars with the Deamons.
Ninquelótë Evenstar
[
Talos Cyrion]
Race: High Elf
Rank/Occupation: Second in command
Age: 6,000
Abilities: Advanced in Spirit
Appearance: Ninquelótë’s name means “White Blossom”, and the name suits her well. She has fair skin, silver-white hair that reaches down past her waist, and bright blue eyes. She is tall, standing at about 6’3”, and thin, but stronger than she looks, and very lithe and agile. She wears simple elegant clothing, usually in white or pail blues. She is exceptionally graceful, and her voice has often been described as musical.
Weapons: A single handed curved long sword, with two plated gauntlets covering only the top of her hand, wrist and arm up to just below the elbow, with a leaf like shoulder pauldron on her left shoulder. On her left gauntlet, there is a fixed double edged blade. She also keeps a small elven dagger bound to her right calf at all times, in case of need.
Personality: Ninquelótë is usually fairly quiet, and is very calm and cool, but never underestimate her, she can be a terrible enemy. She is very just and accepting, and is the opposite of her husband Lomien in many ways. However, in all matters she stands beside him, for she is also very loyal.
History: Ninquelótë grew up with Lomien and Ullari, she has known them since the time they were all very small children. She grew to love Lomien, which made Ullari jealous, adding to his bitterness. Ninquelótë still does not remember all of what happened on the day Ullari's Dark Brotherhood attacked. She remembers the first attack upon the palace, and running through the halls with Lomien toward the counsel chamber. After that everything is a haze, Lomien carrying her from the palace, blood running from the slash across his eye, and the ruins of the once great city, all blur together in her memory. Now, she leads the Alliance alongside Lomien.
Serephim Darkheart/Prin
ce Balakor
[Talos Cyrion]
Race: High Elf
Age: 7,000
Rank/Occupation: Cheif advisor
Abilities: Advanced in spirit, a deadly assasin, and skilled combatant.
Appearance: Tall (roughly 6'7), with pale white skin, Black eyes and black hair. Seriph, wears all black, and seldom ever speaks unless spoken to. His weapons are almost always black as well, with noted exceptions. Seriph is seldom seen in anything other than black.
Weapons: A broad, black, curved single edged sword with blood red runes inscribed along the blade, and a golden dragons head pomel. Seriph also wears a close fitting, yet very flexable and intracate set of black armour plates, whoe's protective qualities are unrivaled. This in turn fits over a black mail shirt. Seriph's right hand guard, conttains a set of four blood red long blades, making him a deadly oponent.
Personality: Seriph, because of the nature of his ability is very solemn and at times morose, he seldom if ever laughs. As far as Lomien and Ninquelote are concerned, he is very loyal, though even amougnst his closest of friends tends to become an outcast as his moods are often misread by all but the most observant. Seriph is however very caring, doing most every thing without being asked, and is like his friend Lomien very willing to fight for what he has left. Seriph thanks to Balakor is exceptionally strong, and agile capable of feets normally impossible to all but the most skilled warriors.
History: Seriph, a long time friend of Lomien though born into a higher class, enjoyed learning from the older elf, and after the early loss of his parents saw him as a father figure of sorts. At the outbreak of the War, Seriph was torn from the one he loved, and possesed by a demon prince, courtesy of Ullari's experimenting in the dark arts. Having harnessed the Demon, weilding its power as his own Seriph is unequaled in his ability. Seriph unlike Ullari did not let his rage consume him, but rather has bid his time, continueing to search for his lost love, while seeking to destroy the ones who took her. Though he rarely comes to Eldamar, Seriph leads the alliance from the woods of Telpurion, fighting in the forests and amidst the ruins of the once beautiful ancient cities. Seriph was one of the first to join Lomien, and to the Dark Army he is known as the legion butcher, as it is said he slaughtered an entire legion in his escape from his imprisonment. Seriph ows this to the immensly powerful Demon that he has harnessed. This power at times has nearly destroyed Seriph, and he is hesitant to use his ablility as each time the Demon is released it grows in power, and Seriph appalled at what dwells within him knowing the carnage wrought uses his powers with extreme discretion.
Celeste Eldalain
[Aquariuscelesti a]
Race: Elf
Age: 2,300
Siding: Alliance
Rank/Occupation: Assasin/Hunter
Ablilities: Intermediate in fire and water, with a preferance for both. Celeste is also a skilled huntress.
Appearance: Average height for an elf (6'0), blond hair and eyes that often change color according to her mood, usually a dark forest green or a vibrant blue, and pale bronzed skin. Celeste often wears red, as it is her favorite color, though tends to have a taste for brighter colors such as aqua blue, pink, and yellow. Celeste is lithe, and is far stronger than what one would ever guess. She doesn't look like much, but she could take down an army...
Weapons: A curved silver, single edged long sword, and a recurve long bow that is nearly as tall as herself.
Personality: Because of her abilities Celeste is unpredictable, often spastic when not given an outlet for her energies. Celeste is young for an elf, and as such is not as heavily burdened, or otherwise choses differently to deal with it. She is genarally hyper, and full of energy, and has yet to fully comprehend the vastness of her powers. Celeste, all in all, is very accepting, and for an Elf not at all judgemental. Celest does have her dislikes, and there isn't much that she hates. Though Celeste is a true daughter of night and prefers night over day, she is an adventurer and makes friends easily...unless shes in a bad mood, it's hard not to smile around her.
History: Celeste grew up in Telmar. When the city was ransacked she was sent away into the woods and was forced to sit by and whatch as all that she knew was destroyed. To Celeste, this was all she had, not much as she never really knew her parents, but nonetheless, a loss. Torn by the two factions, for the city and her friends she'd know were destroyed by Ullari, and the Allaince was unable to free the doomed city, Celeste harbours a little resentment towards the Alliance for this, but the Dark Army is perhaps at the top of what little she hates. Whenever this past is brought up, one sees, perhaps for the first time, her truely dark side...
Earoluim Meldoon
[Earoluim]
Race: Demon Prince
Siding: Alliance
Rank/Occupation: Major
Age: 6000,000
Abilities: Immune to Fire and Ice
Weapons: Rages of Sorrow(Masterwork Mercurial Katana), Breath of the Luime(Masterwrok Pole arm), SoulScream(Masterwork Mercurial Composite Great Sword)
Appearance: 
Personality: Earoluim tends to keep to himself, a quiet and not too outspoken an individual. Though in times he does tend to become outspoken if the need should arise, he would also prefer the company and companionship of others of the solitude that surrounds him most of the time.
History: Earoluim's history lies in war, it has all he has ever known. Nothing else in this world has mattered to him, yet he has really not had a chance to experience anything other than the taste of blood against cold steel.
Eldur Enyalon
[Eärendil the Bright]
Race: Elf
Age: about 3000 years, but it seems that he says so to appear younger.
Siding: Alliance
Rank/Occupation: Captain, wizard
Abilities: Air (Intermediate) and Spirit (Intermediate). Eldur has a weird communication with the skies; he appears to have some abilities of flying in high speed and creating objects of thick air but he cannot really control it, it has to do with his connection with the spiritual realm. Being deaf made him advance his other abilities including magic. Through his powers of air and spirit he can feel someone's presence through the change of the air around him, especially when they move, but in a limited area. He can understand when someone is speaking yet not what he says if he doesn't look at him, apart of his name if it is the only thing said around the room.
Weapons: longbow and katana (two-hand)
Appearance: Eldur is considered tall among the humans, but in common height among the elves. He has short straight brown hair that fall over his ears and the grey eyes of his mother. He is deaf from when born, but he can read lips and speak, although his voice is usually a whisper. He is fit from the long martial trainings he had and still practices alone. When moving he is like the wind, fast, silent and unnoticable. He likes to wear white clothes, silver-grey boots, and a grey cloak with silver symbols of the air made on it. He has a silver headband, gift from his mother, with the symbol of star in the elf language on his forehead. When wanting to hide into the night he changes his clothes with those of black and midnight blue velvet. (He looks like the one in the following picure but has brown hair)
Portrait - Liam by Virginie Miss Gizmo Merienne
http://www.elfwood.com/art/m/i/missgizmo/liam.jpg.html
Personality: Eldur is very good in what he knows, but he has a problem to adapt in new situations although he likes change. He believes that the world is built on opposites, and balance between them is what makes it exist. That makes him usually pick the opposite side on a matter although he might agree, that helps him have a better view of the situation but to react slower in lots of things when working with a team. He tends to be a follower and usually an advisor, but that doesn't mean he is always right, he just says what comes to his mind. Under pressure he acts quickly, but not always in the correct way. He has a problem on doing things he was told; he refuses unless they explain him the reason.
History: Eldur was born deaf on Telpurion where his mother lived. His father was a sailor who came from Arda and was lost in the seas when Eldur was still a child. His mother named him Eldur, servant of the star, and gave him the surname Enyalon, the one that reminds/remembers. His years in Telpurion where happy, although he did not have a father he was loved by a lot of people. When he grew older he left for Arda to practice his skills and become a wizard and warrior. Years later the bad news came to Arda along with Lomien and Ninquelótë, he fall in great grief for his mother's death. He joined the forces of the Alliance, not to revenge the death of his own mother but to stop the killing of more people in the lands. He respects Ninquelótë a lot for his mother was one of her ladies of honour and she was the last one to see her alive.
Ryoni Kenshini
[Assassin's Night Angel]
Race: High Elf
Siding: Alliance
Rank/Occupation:
Age: 100
Abilities: She has intermediate in Spirit and Fire.
Weapons: She has only a dagger on her. She is mainly skilled in magic.
Appearance: She has long golden hair with blood red streaks in it as well. She stands at 6'1" tall and her body is slender but with some muscle to it. She has almond shaped sea green eyes. She has two piercings in each ear and a matching necklace worn constantly around her neck. She has a obsidian ring on her middle finger on her right hand and another one on her index finger on her right hand. She is seen wearing a black tunic and black pants with black boots most of the time, with spares to change her clothes. She is also known to wear loose flowing black and gold dresses.
Personality: She is very shy towards people and doesnt trust them a whole lot, not until she gets to know the person first. She loves to read ancient books to have a feel for what it was like back then, so that does leave her to be quiet intelligent. Once she opens up to someone, she is in fact the most kindest person ever and will not disrespect someone. She is caring and will worry about if a friend is okay.
History: She was born into a rich family, but that was destoryed with everything she ever knew when the werewolves and vampires attacked her house. Now she wanders the lands, trying to find it back home to her birthplace. She doesnt have much to call her own, except for her dagger and her book that she carries around with her along with her clothes. When she got to Dagorlad, she was attacked by someone and was left for dead.
Abarhi
[Talos Cyrion]
Race: High Elf/Sentinel
Siding: Alliance
Rank/Occupation: Wandering storyteller
Age: Unknown
Abilities: He has the ability to transport himself anywhere in the world in a matter of minutes, and can communicate with Pert wherever she is. Abarhi, like Pert can create weapons out of any matter around. Infusing it with his own power and wielding it to deadly effect. Abarhi is also master of three elements: Fire, spirit, and water. This has taken a life time to accomplish, and he only masters them as they help serve his purposes.
Weapons: A huge, black, double edged and two handed sword strapped across his back. This weapon few have seen him draw and live.
Appearance: Abarhi is rather imposing, standing at 6’8”, with a dark look about him. He has the same blond hair and blue eyes as his sister. While Elves never age, Abarhi does have an air of experience about him, something about him shows that he is far more ancient than one has ever met before. His armour is a deep red (appears black) with bluish hues.
Personality: Abarhi is dark and brooding, he is very aloof, but his passion is history, he masquerades as a traveling storyteller, so that he can tell of the events and people he has lived to see, without letting his true identity be known. He is friendly when he wants to be, and tends to be a vigilante.
History: Nobody knows that Abarhi is one of the two most ancient beings left in the world. Wherever history has been made for thousands of centuries, he ands his twin sister Pert have been there, whacing and twisting the strands of fate as they write their story. Lomien and Ullari are making history, but Pert and Abarhi will write it. As Lomien and Ullari are both Sentinels they know of Abarhi but little else, Ninquelote is perhaps most familiar with him as she is one of the few to have access into his life besides Pert. He grew up in an age of strife now long forgotten, and he longs for a peace in the world where not only Pert can live happily, but he can also finally settle down. He is a wanderer, and has written the histories of the world in his vast ancient library that has long been hidden away and guarded by fel creatures. Despite all this Abarhi wishes for a permanent residence, and to settle down and enjoy his immortality where he can write to his hearts content yet finally have a family again.
Amarlin Sveltus
[Elwyne]
Race: Book Fae (aka Library Fairy)
Siding: Alliance
Rank/Occupation: Book Keeper/Librarian
Age: 25
Abilities: Amarlin is master of both Rune Magic and Paper Magic, and among Book Fae that is nearly unheard of. Paper magic is the ability to manipulate paper into different shapes. Sometimes it can be a lethal weapon or a sheild, or a useful object like a ladder. She can shape paper according to her will. Rune Magic is the ability to cast spells by writing words in a long forgotten magical language that only the Book Fae know. Although only half of even the rare Book Fae can cast spells with the runes. She also knows most human languages, included those that haven't been used anywhere for hundreds of years, and she can read and translate anything written down. She spends almost all of her free time reading, and occasionally writing.
Weapons: Her fae magic
Appearance: In her natural Faerie form Amarlin is about 5 inches tall. She's slender and delicately built. She has golden brown eyes and very long red-brown hair striped with black(like the Wooly Bear caterpillar). She wears her long hair in a horse tail, and wears copper colored spectacles. Her wings are butterfly shaped but are multicolored and resemble the see through, patterned look of a stained glass window. She also has a pair of antennai that hangs down around her face and the bulb shapes on the end glow in the dark to help her see or read. As for clothes she wears wide, loose legged pants that appear like a skirt most of the time. A pale gray blouse, and a long knee length vest. You never see her without a bag full of books as well. In her human form, though she doesn't often use it, she appears to be 15 years old. She has waist length red brown hair, but the same colored eyes and the same outfit. The only way to tell she's a faerie is that her eyes glow when she's angry and a colorful tattoo looking birthmark of a rune on the side of her neck.
Personality: Amarlin Sveltus is a very curious person, without much sense of the real world or danger. She has lots of literary knowledge, but doesn't know much about how things really are. She doesn't really know how to act around people, because the only other intelligent person she's ever been able to talk to has been her brother. She only knows books and scrolls and other things found commonly in libraries. She acts very stiff, formal, and polite normally, but she's a caring sort of girl and hesitates to hurt others. She doesn't have much of a temper, but when she loses it she's deadly dangerous.
History: Amarlin was born unusually in a rather small library. Most libraries gather enormous amounts of books before the books actually begin to be aware. This particular library however had an unusual collection of books. Mostly "Fairy Tales" and magic. It was owned by an inept wizard who was unable to use magic of his own, but was very good at finding authentic magical items. It seemed the magic brought the awareness of the books out early. Amarlin had a younger brother who was still in his worm stage, named Booker, but he too was particularly talented from living in the magic library.
Alexus Rose
[Yume Youki]
Race: Dark Elf/Drow
Siding: Alliance
Rank/Occupation: Is a spy for the Alliance, and sends back information on the Dark Army by way of bird.
Age: 2500
Abilities: Is fast and agile, and quick with a knife. Prefers to outsmart her opponents, rather than overpower them.
Weapons: Two double-bladed knives, and a katana
Appearance: Has the usual appearance of a Dark Elf, with black hair, black eyes, and ivory skin. Wears black leggings, skirts, boots, and loose, long-sleeved shirt at all times.
Personality: Is ruthless in killing, as with most Dark Elves, and is sarcastic, tempermental and usually very pessimistic, though she prefers to think of it as "realistic". She is different from other Dark Elves in that she is actually one of the good guys. She has a good nature, and is very reliable. She's always got your back.
History: Grew up as most Dark Elves do, but one day, while raiding a village not far from her home, she found a baby lying on the street, abandoned and crying. Taking pity on the poor creature, and while no-one was watching, she snuck out of the town with it, and ran for her life, for she knew that what she had done would get her killed by the other Dark Elves in her Coven. She ran all the way to the forests of Eldamar, and while passing through it, she came upon a phoenix, who could sense the good heart she had, and decided to join her in her quest, allowing Alexus to become it's master in the process. She eventually wound up at the city, exhausted and near death, and collapsed on the doorstep of a stranger's house, and was taken in by the woman there, who nursed her back to health. Eternally grateful to the old lady, she promised to help her in any way she could. The woman suggested that she join the Alliance, and without hesitation, she did so, leaving the babe in the care of the woman until Alexus could return to fetch it. The Alliance was wary of her at first, but she eventually proved her worth to them time and time again, and eventually they came to trust her to such an extent, that they allowed her to become a spy for them.
Phoenixia
[Yume Youki]
Race: Phoenix
Siding: Neutral/Alliance - whatever side her mistress, Alexus Rose chooses to be with, she will be with also.
Rank/Occupation: Serves as Alexus Rose's messanger bird
Age: 123
Abilities: Can turn into a bird of flame, and attack her opponents with deadly accuracy. Not even her mistress, Alexus Rose, would dare cross her. Can also change her size, depending upon the need. Also can read and speak into her mistress's mind, as well as others people/beings.
Weapons: It's beak and talons, as well as flame attacks
Appearance: Looks like any other phoenix, with red and gold plummage, however, Phoenixia usually takes on a much smaller size than that of other phoenixes. She's usually about the size of a dove, and always wears a blue collar with a small silver plate that has her name on it around her neck. Also oftens has a scroll tied to her leg with black ribbon, as she carries messages for her mistress.
Personality: Is calm, cool, and calculating, which makes her a deadly enemy. She's an extremely intelligent creature, and knows many human languages, as well as the other, secret languages of certain species/races. She is eternally loyal to her mistress.
History: She met Alexus in the forests outside of Eldamar, and found that she had a good heart. Liking the female elf, Phoenixia decided to become the elf's familiar, and is now eternally boded with her - if either one of them dies, the other will die also. However, if one of them is hurt, the other will merely feel the pain for a moment, and then it will disappear. It is how they manage to know whether something is wrong or not with the other. Those in the dark army have yet to suspect that Phoenixia is a threat, for Alexus uses her for messages to those in the dark army as well.
Neautral
Kaiden matsu-mitaetsu ex-prince of ancient Ansielem~Ra
[dnied]
Race: Dragonian (dragonic humanoid)
Siding: Neutral (doesn't side officially with either
Rank/Occupation: N/A
Age: apperance that of a 21 year old (age is 2,100)
Abilities: Immune to a majority of all magic types, is a natural dragonian trait. Transforming into a dragon form
in a large scale of size. Prefers close quarters combat, such as; martial art skills, swords, and close range ki energy attacks.
Can manipulate fire in any way he desires. Ice is a slight threat though to him, but can be thwarted with yet again, another dragonian
trait called Core Raising. An ability to raise his internal body heat to ecsrusiating temperatures, melting even the most durable of metals.
Can summon a phoenix spirit known as Phell-xion from a pendant he bares, which was given to him from his mother. A protecting spirit which he can also
combine with weapons and attacks. His skin is extremely tough, and hard to pierce with any weapon since its as hard as dragon scale
hence his species. Can fly aswell when he extrudes his demi wings.
Weapons: A Sword Lance (single or two handed)
Setsu-bodan, a long blade, very broad but extremely light to the weilder of descendance.
It later transforms into Ryu-setsu-bodan when combining with Ryu-spirit
/ Ryu-tri-setsu-bodan / final form of Ryu-bodan blitz mode. Pendant with Phell-xion, phoenix spirit.
Appearance: Stands 6'9'' rather tall compared to most beings. Built like a body builder, but tastefully proportioned.
Piercing bright blue eye (right) and a half reddend left eye, with faint flecks of blue. Facial scars, mostly directed around his left eye, and partially visible tattoo beneath. When he smiles, his fangs stand out the most in his toothy grin. A set of eight big canine fore teeth.
His hair is silvery-gray, medium length (just above his shoulders) and semi wavey. His skin is quite rough, but a nice semi bronze.
Kaiden wears traditional dragonian wear. partial plate armour, mixed with tough hides, and leathers of other creatures. Colours of choice tend to be golds, blues, crimson reds, blacks, and silvers. Grieves and gaunlets are part of the armour ensemble.
Character Picture(s):
Personality: Kaiden is kind of self obsorbed, and can be quite arrogant, but thats due to his dragonic nature. Also he can be quite hot headed due to this. Easy to get along with some of the time, he can be a bit of an ass. prefers to work alone. Bold, brash and extremely stubborn in times of need and when under pressure. He seems to react alot faster then any person when it comes to wit. Kaiden can be caring, but
mostly rather fend for himself and others he finds worthy of his time and effort. He only seems to care for one thing more then himself, and that would be his idle pet Talinra. Hes very exuberant and high energied which also seems to boast his arrogance. Careful for his mood swings though, or he'll snap if provoked.
History: Originally born the prince of Ansielem~ra, Kaiden was very young when the kingdom fell to a dark demon, known as
Acrumanthos De-ous. Aka Deameanor. His family slain by the tyrant of a deamon, the kingdom layed to waste, Kaiden was orphaned, but to
be saved by one of the remaining dragonian priests. Greggor. 23 years had passed since the fall of the kingdom, ruines still standing
as a reminder to the ancient beautiful city which once stood proudly. The remaining priests, Greggor, Silvan, and Almas, stood together
and used every ounce of what magical power they had to seal the ancient beast. the demon of destrutction. The only way the could
hold him, was to have a being as the sealed host..Thus...Kaiden was the selected. Sealed into his left eye, forever changing the pigment,
and tattooed markings of the seal remain...until a fateful day...1800 years later. Kaiden never knowing his parents or really what
even happened at that time for when ansielem~ra once stood. Kaiden became bitter as time went on, learning the arts of fighting, spirit summoning,
and transformation. Developing a hunger for killing demons, and bestowing his brute force into the minds of those who feared him, created a name for himself
to be a demon slayer. Taking odd jobs, since Greggor was long killed during the times or raising kaiden. The fateful day that happened was when the seal was broken,
The seal in which deameanor was put away for 1800 years, long destroyed by a dark stalker...a follower and disciple of deameanor, released him from the seal destroying kaidens
left eye..so it was thought. which only unleashed kaidens true dragonian abilities. Facing off one on one with the deamon. Kaiden put up a pretty good fight, in the end
loosing round one...but also mortally wounding the demon. More will be unvailed as time passes.
<~*~>Rhiah Clan <~*~>
Rafu
[hammersmashface]
Race: lycantho islander
Siding: self leading
Rank/Occupation: former member of Amon clan now running under the nose of Rhiah
Age: 29 unending
Abilities: (HumeForm) sailing, swmiming, tradeing...(BeastForm) thick Furr with slight resistance against slashing, but not piercing or crushing
Weapons: (HumeForm) dual daggers ...(BeastForm) sharp claws and powerful jaw
Appearance: (HumeForm)Loose cheap easily replacable torn clothing in off faded colors...(BeastForm) thick light brown Furr that covers the entire body exept palms and feet...
Personality: easy to anger but filled with honor and passion for his dieing clan. Strongly clings to old ways and and sometimes questions the path that Rhiah is laying for the struggling clan. Under her nose he is often required to accompany her during their slaughtering raids due to his physical strengths and stamina. she however also considers his raiding strategies. Despite his violent tendencies he longs for the former days.
History: Was one of the closer members of the former Amon who raided along side of his respected leaders howl. encouraged the trade with others outside of the Ullari moon.
Username: [Elwyne]
Character name: Kalah
Race: lycantho islander
Siding: self leading
Rank/Occupation: former member of Amon clan now running under the nose of Rhiah
Age: 17
Abilities: Her furr in beast form has a strong resistance to most magics and her hair in her hume form is likewise a protection.
Weapons: (HumeForm) bladed "claw" weapons that she has strapped to her hands and forearms. (BeastForm) claws and teeth
Appearance: (HumeForm)unkempt and greasy dark red hair, a tangled mess that falls to her waist and golden eyes. Her clothes are ragged leather and furr peices from creatures she's hunted but she is almost always barefoot.(BeastForm) Smallish and almost more catlike in body than wolf, her furr is matted dark red with pale white markings that are usually hidden under the dirt unless she's just been swimming or during rain. Her eyes are still gold.
Personality: One of the younger members of the pack, she's restless and rarely can keep still for very long. Sometimes she goes off by herself but most of the time she tries to stay with her older sister. Her magic resistance is useful when fighting against the magic of the other races around so she is often brought on hunts when facing them.
Username: [hammersmashface]
Character name: Rhiah
Race: lycantho islander
Siding: self leading
Rank/Occupation: former member of Amon clan now running under the nose of Rhiah
Age: 24 unending
Abilities: (HumeForm)swiming, sailing, ...(BeastForm) thick patted Furr with slight resistance to ice and is a natural boyence.
Weapons: (HumeForm)commen scimitar ...(BeastForm) crurved claws ideal for climing wooden surfacis...
Appearance: (HumeForm) Simple expendable clothing with little to no color. lite grey short hair over lite blue eyes with green dots(BeastForm)lite greyish back and head Furr with dirty white stip down her stomach. lite blue eyes with black dots.
Personality: Her aperiance missleads her firery attitud. She strives to unite her kind once again, but will not hessitate to attck them if she feels threatend. Her pirety Hume controles much of her as she rarely chainges into her Furr. She takes little consideration of others needs unless its threatining the life of Kalah
Username: [Prater]
Character name: Phedra
Race: Halfling
Siding:
Rank/Occupation: Ranger
Age: 22
Abilities: Intermediate Fire
Weapons:
Appearance: She has white hair that goes down to her butt, fair skin, hazel eyes that turn a deep purple(amethyst)when angry or otherwise, a tribal sun tattoo on her right eye, light to dark blue tribal tattoos from her neck down (even on her hands and feet). She is a very petite young woman. She wears high-collared shirts, sleevless tunic over that shirt,gloves on her hands, tight-fitting pants,calf-high worn boots. She carries two scimitars, daggers placed on her body, and a bow.
Personality:Mainly reserved not concieded or anything she is just naturally quiet. She can however speak her mind when the occasion arises.
History: Phedra doesn't remember much of her childhood, if you could call it that. She was left outside a temple when she was just a babe. The priest there took pity on the halfling. Phedra grew up in the temple's walls, not knowing how different she was than other people. At the age of 15, an young warrior found sanctuary from his life. What started out as a curious interest led to Phedra being taught to fight, to becoming the warrior's lover, to founding out that she had some abilities, which led the young warrior to tell her what she was. At first Phedra was angry that the old priest hadn't told her but new possibilies presented itself. Leaving the temple as the warrior's wife, they kept low and evaded trouble. Until a year year ago, trouble found them. The couple was being careless, they had found a spring and decided to camp. While they were loving each other, dark elves came upon the camp. Not owing any alligence, they made Phedra watch as her husband was tortured. By luck Phedra slipped from an elf's hand and managed to grab her dagger and fight free. But even as she fled, her husband's voice rose with her name on the air.
The last two years she has been wandering.
Username:[Eyden13]
Name: Aiden
Race: Crusnisk
Siding: Neutral
Rank/Ocupation:
Age: 2,700
Abilities: Advance water
Weapons:Two sias, each a single silver blade, with a black hilt that has a blue drop, like a raindrop, carved into it.
Appereance:Bright blue eyes, with a deep red around her irises, her hair is a fair blonde with almost unnoticeable blue highlight tints, a manifest of her water abilities. She is short, 5’4’, and usually wears black glasses. She wears a black dress that goes right above her knees and flows down her arms, but leaves her shoulder bare; however, has straps to keep it from falling, with black slipper like shoes. She is very feminine, but is not to be underestimated by her innocent features. She always wears a necklace around her neck, with a round pendent with the words To Thine Own Self Be True inscribed own it.
Personality: She is mostly even tempered, but when she feels threatened or caged her temper flares. She is compassionate, and loyalty to those closes to her are her best characteristic. She has a way of seeing two sides of a situation, and understand both Ullari and Lomien plight, but has no urge to put herself in the middle of a war. She has friends on both sides. She tends to stay away from fighting, and uses it as a last resort, but she is a formidable opponent. However, when in the midst of feeding off of a vampire and when she is truly angry her eyes turn blood red. She doesn’t know much of her kinds history, do to her isolation from them, and never knowing her parents. As a result one of her goals is to find someone who can tell her more about not only herself, but of her heritage. This also reflcts her innocence and nativity.
History:She is a Crusnisk, one of the very few, who has chosen to live in a human village. She has lived on her own since she was a small child, never knowing who her parents are. She learned how to hunt from a dragon, Nor, who lived in the mountains around her village, which raised her, not fearing her powers. Now she keeps the village secure, and travels around when no danger is present. She tends to do missions for neutral areas. She tries her best to stay out of the war, something that the dragon Nor told her to avoid before his death. He passed his wisdom on to her.
The Dark Army
Ullari Uldor
[Talos Cyrion] and [~Valkyrie~]
Race: Dark elves
Age: 4,000
Rank/Occupation: Leader of the dark Army
Abilities Advanced in Spirit, also advanced in fire and intermediate in water. He can heal to some extent though this is an ability that he does not practice regularly.
Appearance: 6’8, lithe but muscular, pale white skin, black shoulder legh hair and dark blue eyes. Ullari is often armed and armored to the teeth, in black armor, with black long shirt and robes. Ullari, when he does go to battle will wear a armored gauntlet black adorned with gold trim, with four long black blades. Ullari has a tattoo consisting of two black wings and a blue sword on his back, this is the symbol given to those who have been gifted the power of a Night shroud.
Weapons: Two short curved swords, the talon gauntlet that he wears on his left hand. Also numerous throwing stars.
Personality: Torn, confused, and consumed by hatred. Ullari uses his abilities most often only when it will further his own means. Ullari, cares for little if anything, though at his core he is tortured, torn between all that he has done, and bitter over the betrayal and loss that came about with his rebellion against the high elves. Ullari, like most elves however is very loyal and protective of what he holds dear to him. He is eqaully torn as he is determined and stubborn, calm and calculating as he is cool.
History: Ullari led a tortured existence, of mishaps and misunderstanding. This led to his creation of the dark brotherhood, who inturn became the dark elves. Ullari jealous of the High elf council, and coveting his brothers fiance, and Gurthang, a lengendary sword with the power to destroy and trap the very soul of its victim. With this, he led and all out assault from within the city. This surprise attack led to a three week massacre of the High elves and all that they had built. By the time Ullari had reached the palace, he found the council dead, and Ninquelote and Gurthang taken by Lomien. Enraged Ullari let loose his black army onto Arda to wreak his vengance. Ullari has as of late taken Rayne for his wife, forsaking any notion of Ninquelote chosing her instead, he has also given up the ritual that was one of the original causes for the war that he wanted to preform on Ninquelote.
Gurthar Lelaith
[Talos Cyrion]
Rank/Occupation: Ullari's highest captain and adviser. Assasin/Hunter
Race:Crusnik
Age:Unknown
Ablilities:Advanced in water, also posses the ability to erase select portions of people's minds.
Weapons: A huge single double edged broad sword, with glowing blood red lettering spaning the lengh of its blade. Also multiple silver knives an stars tucked away in their appropriate compartments.
Appearance:6'0 thin, blood red eyes that when angry glow bright red, pale white skin, with long flowing black hair. Gurthar wears an asortment of deep blues, greys, or blacks depending on his preferance.
Personality:Ruthless and remorsless in his fight against the alliance and vampires, both of whom he blames for the destruction of his clan and family. Those who know him will describe him however as caring and devoted, of which nothing is closer to the truth, though his name means cruel laughter it is but one of many ills that has befallen him.
History:Gurthar, grew up in Arda amidst the largest clan of Crusnik to have ever existed. Initially Gurthar sided with Alliance, being at the high Elf council arguing against Ullari's assention. This however changed when Lomien refused Gurthang to Ullari, Gurthar could not see him giving up Ninquelote to Ullari, nor did he in any way expect him to. It was Gurthar who initially way laid Lomien in the hall, having been forced to retreat to the chamber, his personal guard, many of whom where his family where wiped out. Gurthar has not forgiven Lomien for this nor the war that brought low his clan, and nearly destroyed it. It is said Lomien owes his brutal scar to his encounter with Gurthar, likewise does Ninquelote owe her memory loss with his power.
Rayne
[~Valkyrie~]
Race: Dark Elf
Siding: Dark Army
Rank/Occupation: Captain
Age: 2,860
Abilities: Advanced in fire.
Weapons: Rayne fights solely with magic, and is very dexterous. Though she despizes weapons, she does keep several knives on her person, per Ullari's request. She keeps a small one hidden in her bodice, one bound to her leg, and sometimes others hidden in various places.
Appearance:
Rayne is tall, standing at about 6’5”, and thin, she has very angular features, high prominent cheekbones, and a sharp chin. She has the extraordinarily pail skin and red eyes characteristic of her race. She has long black hair, which she keeps in a thick braid that reaches her waist. She wears black and red clothing, usually a long black dress with a red sash or corset. She is very beautiful, with a good figure, but no one has ever so much as touched her and lived, save for Ullari.
Personality: Rayne has a fiery temper and is very passionate. She will strike out at anything that she feels is a threat to herself, Ullari’s cause, or Ullari himself. Though Rayne has devoted her entire life to Ullari and is one of his highest officers, she is still very young by Elvish standards, and still tends to be rather childish at times. Ullari's treatment of her is almost akin to how one might treat an adored pet.
History: Rayne was the daughter of a widower, one of the Elvish High Counsel members. When her father discovered that she had joined Ullari’s Dark Brotherhood at 538 years old, he was livid. Her most painful memory is of her own father's denouncement of her before the High Council. But when Lomien slew the Counsel, and her father with them, she became all the more devoted to Ullari’s cause. She has been with him since the beginning and is passionate, almost to the point of obsession, in her abiding devotion to Ullari and his cause. She has recently become Ullari's wife.
Rhasody Leah
[Assassin's Night Angel]
Race: Half Wood Elf/ Half Human
Siding: Dark Army
Rank/Occupation: Captain
Age: 25
Abilities: She has control over fire. When she looks down into the eyes of the wolf pendent, she can transform into a black wolf with ice blue eyes. She can move in and out of shadows without being seen. She does have deadly accuracy. If she is seperated from her weapons, they can teleport back into her hands.
Weapons: Elven long sword with Elven runes along the blade and a Elven long bow with Elven arrows
Appearance: She is 5'5" tall, has ice blue eyes and waist length golden blonde hair, part of her bangs covering the right side of her face. She is very slender in frame, almost fragile looking. She has a small crescent shaped scar on her left cheek, right below her eye and another scar down along her right breast down to her waist. She always wears black robes with gold trimming. She also is seen wearing a silver necklace with a wolf pendent on it. Under her robes, she has black light Elven armor to protect herself from harm.
Personality: Quiet and keeps to herself, she hates large crowds and is seen most of the time fighting by herself. She is quick to anger and she is slow to allow people in because of her large trust issues. She has become bitter because of her husbands death, which leads her to be cruel and harsh. IF she lets someone in, she will protect that person. When she is in battle, she is fierce.
History: She was born into a family of only males. She has two eldest brothers that are half wood elf/half dark elf. When she was born, her mother died during childbirth. Her father begged her two eldest brothers to let him raise her, but they just merely laughed and took her into their care, training her everything they knew about from their father. They joined the Dark Army when she was eighteen and that was when she met the love of her life. He died two years later, leaving her bitter. She is starting to despise being part of the Dark Army and wishes to find a way to escape and become part of the Alliance.
Duncan Shadowsilver
[mmomaniac]
Race: Dwarf/Dark Elf
Siding: Dark Army
Rank/Occupation: Master Swordsman and Master Archer
Age: 2367
Abilities: Earth (intermediate) and Water (intermediate)
Weapons: Katana and Long Bow
Appearance: 5'8, Auburn hair, Braided beard down past chest. Black eyes and pale skin. Nearly blind and can't see any colors. Large burn scar stretching from lower left jaw to right temple.
Personality: Very much a loner, very loyal to his Lord, Sometimes lashes out violently from memories.
History: As a young boy, Duncan lived in a small secluded village high in the mountains. He had a passion for life and loved to play in the town square. But he was oblivious to what the rest of the village, besides his family, thought of him. They thought of him as an outcast to their society. One night the villagers set out to rid their village the filth that happened to be him and his family. The villagers surround his family's hut, torches ablaze. They gave the family an ultimatum, either to leave quitely or die. Duncan's father, Kalorin, who was a Dark Elf stepped out of his hut to defend his family. Kalorin was a great warrior and defended this village with all his heart, but fell to distain with everyone because he was a dark elf. Needless to say the numbers were too great for even him and the villagers set fire to the hut. In all of the confusion Duncan's mother ushered him through a secret passage out of the hut to the outskirts of town. But as Duncan was climbing down the shaft to the passage a piece of the thatch room fell on his face severly burning him. Duncan fell to the floor clutching his facing and screaming in pain. His mother handed him a leash to the family "dog". This dog lead Duncan down the damp, dark path to freedom. As they were going along Duncan heard his mothers screams of pain echo down the tunnel until they finally stopped alltogether. Duncan couldn't help but cry at the loss of his family.
Some years later Duncan fell into the service of the dark army. Full of hate and the thirst for revenge, Duncan starts his quest to rectify the wrongs of his former townspeople.
Pert
[Talos Cyrion]
Race: High Elf/Sentinel
Siding: Dark Army
Rank/Occupation: Ullari’s housekeeper and personal servant, mage
Age: Unknown
Abilities: No one knows exactly what Pert is capable of, but it is common knowledge that she is a very capable healer. Also she can materialize weapons from nothing, and alter her appearance. Not even Ullari knows that she has the ability to transport herself anywhere in the world, and to communicate with her brother Abarhi, wherever he is.
Weapons: Pert can materialize any weapon she can conceive, from whatever matter is around her.
Appearance: In the current form that she has chosen for herself, Pert looks more like a thirteen year old human girl than an ancient Elf, though this is only because she does not show her true form. She stands about 5’3”, with blue eyes, brown hair and dark olive skin. In her true form Pert stands at 6’3, keeping the same hair, eye and skin color. She maintains her child like form as it reflects on her nature and demeanor.
Personality: Pert is very high-strung and witty, she does not like to stay in one place for long, and has no qualms with putting Ullari in his place, she is one of the extremely few to have done so and survived.
History: No one knows much about Pert. Who she is, where she came from, and how she became Ullari’s personal servant are mysteries to most. Not even Ullari knows that she is one of the two most ancient beings in the world, nor does anyone know that she has a twin brother, Abarhi. Wherever history has been made for thousands of centuries, Pert and Abarhi have been there, not influencing but watching. Lomien and Ullari are making history, but Pert and Abarhi will write it.
Aoris Diamondrose
[Elwyne]
Race: Human/Ice Elemental
Siding: Dark Army
Rank/Occupation: Sorceress
Age: 519 but appears to be 18
Abilities: Aoris has the ability to see magic, with her keen mind it's not hard for her to quickly discern the strengths and weaknesses of certain spells. Her own magic however isn't particularly strong except in dealing with ice. She can change her own shape at will, and can cast extremely detailed illusions. Her illusions are not simply seen only, but often smelled, heard, and sometimes tasted, or felt.
Weapons: none
Appearance: Aoris is tall and fair skinned with a delicate frame. Her hair is just barely above the ground, and is flowing silvery white. She has a narrow face, and luminous but icy, silvery-blue eyes. Her features are angelic, but her expression is usually cold. Aoris loves to wear extravagent and colorful clothing. She believes herself the most beautiful creature on the planet and dresses to express that. Her clothes are rarely comfortable looking, or made for any kind of exercise, how she maintains her slim figure is anyone's guess. Perhaps her illusory magic is the cause. Her clothing is also obviously extremely expensive and you will rarely see her in the same dress twice. She also wears expensive and extravagent jewelry.
Personality: Aoris is as vain as they come. Her mind is almost always on her looks or on money. She only wants the money to make herself more beautiful and comfortable. She's selfish and spoiled. She also enjoy's using others and causing pain. Like playing with insects, she sets people up in dangerous and fatal situations and watches them try to struggle out of them. She enjoys watching people in pain, and dieing, though the reason she keeps to herself. She also tries to seduce any powerful man in the vicinity thinking that she can get more power, rank, and money from doing so. She flirts even with good-guys, hoping to make them turn from their current missions for her. She loves to be fought over. She also doesn't do any work unless she has a reason to do so. She can be extremely lazy if she's taken care of.
History: Born of an ice elemental and a long lost royal family. She was given everything as a child. For many years she "ruled" her little kingdom and found she enjoyed torturing anyone who went against her. But ruling was boring and difficult and she wanted a life of luxury where she could do what she wanted without having to do anything she didn't. So she left and traveled from place to place and man to man looking for that "perfect" existance.
Zephyre (no last name)
[Yume Youki]
Race: Dark Elf
Siding: Dark Army
Rank/Occupation: Magician soldier
Age: 2800
Abilities: Fast and agile, he's an expert assasin, and has Air, Water, & Spirit powers.
Weapons: Prefers weapons over magic, as he believes them to be more reliable. He has several knives, a bow and arrow, a katana, and a knack for being able to outsmart his opponents.
Appearance: He is of normal height, with wiry muscle, with the normal black hair and red eyes of his race. His hair is often tousled, and is somewhat long, passing the tops of his ears, although it doesn't come anywhere near to his shoulders. Usually wears a black, tight-fitting, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, a belt which holds most of his weapons as well as some of his other things, and a simple, silver chain bracelet.
Personality: He is calm and cool-headed, and usually prefers not to speak, but when he does, most people listen. He is a soldier who works Lieutenant Alexus Rose's right hand man/elf. He has a serious crush on her, but tries his best not to show it, and is surprisingly successful. His is completely devoted to Alexus, and will follow her anywhere, and do anything she asks of him (so long as it makes sense, and doesn't endanger her).
History: He is one of the few Dark Elves who actually despises his work in the Dark Army. He only does it because he believes that the Dark Army will change the world, and save it - after all, that's what he was told his entire life. Everyone in the Dark Army agrees to that, if only because they wish to keep him in the dark, for their own purposes. The only one who always tells him the truth, even if it gets her into major trouble, is Alexus, who tries her best to help him out. It's one of the reasons he's so hooked on her.
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