Notice:
This sort of goes unsaid, but the only people who are truly allowed to post on this page are those who have a relatively good grasp of the English language, a decent thought process, all that good stuff. I am not a Grammar or Spelling Nazi... Mistakes happen, and just because you added an 'e' doesn't mean you're a bad roleplayer. But if you can't capitalize, or you mispell every other word, or you talk in slang (i mean, typin lyke this lol) please please reconsider adding your biography. Or at least strive to use your knowledge to its highest potential in this roleplay.

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So, you have all the things you ever wanted: a race, magic, and a demonic overlord, if you're so inclined. Now, you must fill out a biography! This includes but is not limited to (just copy&paste):

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<b>Username:</b> (your's)
<b>Name:</b> (your character's)
<b>Age:</b> (nobody under 17, please)
<b>Gender:</b> (whatever)
<b>Race:</b> (from the list)
<b>Occupation:</b>: (just say their occupation: paladin, thief, priestess, warrior-whatever)
<b>Appearance:</b> (leather = cliché, keep that in mind)
<b>Personality:</b> (not all evil people are manical laughers)
<b>History:</b> (tragic or not, whichever you prefer)
<b>Overlord:</b>: Your overlord here! If you have one.
<b>Strengths/Weaknesses:</b> (gotta have both)
<b>Quirks:</b> (anything else you'd like to share with the class?

There is a limit of 6 characters total, not counting the owner's own character. Character acceptance might stop before then because the fewer, the better; this depends on how many people are interested. Thank you for your understanding.

A note on character design: When we enter roleplay, you do not have to be at Level 1. You are probably going to go on a mission to take over the world, and have probably had experience fighting the idiot nobility of the world. I don't expect you to be weaklings when we start out; however, I also really don't want powerplayers. I trust you to find a nice middle. The middle is a very wide range. If you fail to find a middle, I will talk with you about it and we will work it out. In any case, have fun, and don't worry about it.

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Place your character here!

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Username: [herrschneemann]
Name: Aran
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation:: Necroserer (not your typical necromancer but not a sorcerer either)(name is unofficial). He sucks people's souls (through his hands), stores them and can later use the energy of those souls to perform some kind of dark magic. This uses up the souls, so to keep up his power he needs to collect a lot of souls. Frequent use of those souls is to send a "beam" or wave of soul energy to harm people. It won't kill them unless extreemly excessive (uses up too many souls to be worth it, and anyway Aran needs the people alive to steal their souls). Also can create darkness, meld himself with the background to seem invisible, or use up many souls to help mend his wounds. His abilities are for hire. He doesn't charge much, because he does it for the thrill of adventure and to keep himself busy.
Appearance: Very pale blue eyes with black hair. He likes to dress classy, but from lurking around too much sometimes his clothes will get torn a bit and dirty too. He lives more a nightime life (likes balls and parties) so his skin is rather pale. He's average height (184cm, 6') and has a slightly less than fit build. Since he has energy constantly stored within him, he always looks lively and fresh for his age.
Personality: He's very social, he likes women, he's very often in good humour. He'll like to join in big projects to keep himself busy in between parties, like destroying a kingdom or overthrowing a ruler. To him it's all good and a joyful ride.
History: As a child he befriended a sinister man in his village, who was secretly an evil necromancer. Aran generally knew his friend had something like that going on, but he never paid much attention to it. The village found out what the man was though, and burned him at the stake. Aran was sad, but got over it. The villagers didn't find the necromancer's secret stash of necromantic books, but Aran knew where they were and read through them. He found most zombie raising spells and elements a bit vulgar, but was deeply interrested in the collection of souls part. There wasn't much on it, but enough to get Aran started. He learnt the rest by experimenting and adventuring. He set out from his village young, and before long he found another small village, in which he irradicated the population slowly over a few nights, draining all their souls. Ever since he's got a store of souls to work with, he'll just suck souls as he'll need them to keep his stock up. (A couple of people per week, more if he's adventuring)
Overlord: Has a thing for the Goddess of Destruction =)
Strengths/Weaknesses: If he can get close enough to touch the person's skin, he can suck his soul and kill him, otherwise he is not very competent. Strong, healthy souls take some time to absord, so any tough guy that wasn't previously beaten down will have time to know something's wrong and fling Aran away before he is through with the process. His dark energy beam can be useful, but is limited because of the soul consumption catch. He doesn't know how to fight melee at all, doesn't carry around weapons or armour. He largerly prefers spending his time around civilized, populated areas so he has much more experience fighting humans (and similar, sentient humanoids) than exotic or beastial creatures.
Quirks: If he can, he'll only steal human souls. Elven souls can do if he's got nothing else close by, but he absolutely abores any other souls (like trolls and ogres).

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Username: [Hello Sunshine]
Name: Fiona
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Occupation:: Thief/Bard
Appearance: Fiona tries her best to appear ordinary, but her effort doesn't always prevail. Her bright copper colored hair falls straight, reaching about midback, always makes her stick out wherever she goes. Despite her always being in the sun, her skin has stayed quite fair, also. Instead of tanning from sun exposure, she merely gains more freckles. Her green eyes are always on the search for possible candidates for her talent of pickpocketing. Her clothing usually consists of plain black and brown drab, so as not to stand out. But once again, that is usually impossible, considering the sword that is always strapped at her side, and the staff that is strapped to her back.
Personality: Fiona has an interesting personality, to say the least. She is quite social, despite her solitary line of work. She is loyal, as well. She does have her bad qualities, though. She is more than often stubborn, and will argue with some people even if she's wrong. She feels a need to prove herself, which is the reason for always wanting to be right.
History: Fiona's childhood was spent in the care of her parents, where she learned the talents that now let her be a bard. However, when her parents were killed in a fire that consumed the entire house, she decided to take off on her own. She couldn't stand the pitying gazes that came from the adults and elders of the village. Fiona was only 12 years old at the time. After reaching the next town, she met the friend that helped her become a thief. After two years of remaining in that town, she then took off on her own, for there was really only room for one thief in such a small village. Since then, she's been travelling from town to town, either stealing or playing her flute for money.
Overlord: Avron
Strengths/Weaknesses: Fiona's strengths are limited. Most of her strength lies in close combat. She can barely hold her own with far range weapons. For instance, she's a horrible shot with a bow, but she's excellent with swords and staffs.
Quirks: Fiona only steals from those more fortunate than most. She's kind of like Robin Hood, except she doesn't give away her profits.

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Username: [stahp]
Name: Violet Demura
Age: 22
Gender: female
Race: were-human (ferret)
Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance: Chocolate colored skin, emerald green eyes. Her shaggy brown hair is always pulled up and pinned in the back. Semi-modest dresser, mostly in dark colors (which make her green eyes look like glowing gems). Always in tall boots.
Personality: Her personality swings from nice and caring to cruel and ruthless (her close friends call her 'Scale' because her personality resembles a balancing scale). Despite this she absolutely refuses to take out any children. Extremely vengeful.
History: Fairly normal childhood. the youngest of three girls. She wanted to be a mercenary after her rival's parents where killed by one. After a while she decided to become independent so she just up and left... her family still doesn't know where she went.
Overlord: Minas.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Strengths: lithe and speedy. Great close range weapon handling... Weaknesses: anything long range, not very strong, hates big fights.
Quirks: Undeniable taste for sugar. Sometimes reverts to a immature, childlike state when arguing. Loves shiny stuff.

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Username: [Slinky]
Name: Luce (pronounced 'Luke' but with a snotty french accent)
Age: 28
Gender: male
Race: Human
Occupation:: Champion
Appearance: Piercing ice blue eyes and deep black hair, with a nicely tanned, lean body. Radiates sexuality, high charisma.
Personality: His favorite sin is Lust. He loves all forms of sex, and has an uncanny ability to get many women (and men) to sleep with him. He's very vain, and given that he is quite beautiful, has reason to be. But he doesn't try to bed everyone he meets - but no one is quite sure what his standards are. 
History: He discovered his delight for sex at a very young age, though he won't say how. It's possible that some traumatic incident during his childhood lead him to his love of evil. He became Avron's champion with the promise for power (possibly in the form of a Dorian Gray-esque immortality) for his services. 
Strengths/Weaknesses: A very good fighter, but very poor magic user. No ability to dodge magic other than to jump out of the way of spells. Still, surprisingly strong body that often catches heros off guard.
Quirks: He doesn't like to get his clothes dirty.

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Username: [The Femme Fatale Problem]
Name: Isadora VanWeller
Age: 144
Gender: Female
Race: Drow
Occupation::Avron's personal Mercenary, basically (though not necessarily always paid with money.)
Appearance: Isadora's skin is charcoal grey, and her hair is wavy/curly and white (usually pulled up into a pony tail). Her orange eyes aren't usually seen because Isadora wears dark goggles/spectacles due to her sensitive eyes. Her drow ears are long and pierced many times. She wears a violet jacket, fingerless gloves on her hands, the left one fully fingered and usually kept within her bag. Wears black pants cut into parts, along with boots. Along her hip, she carries a large bag, fastened by many belts.
Personality: If anything, Isadora's just weird, and willing to do a lot of things (as long as it's worth her time). When she sets herself to a mission, she sees it through to the end, and greatly dislikes when something gets in the way or hinders her. She's a bit sassy and sarcastic, willing to toss in a few "lines."
History: Isadora looked up to her older brother Paquirnel, who was also a mercenary. He was one of the best, and eventually they teamed up together and split the payment. However, there was a mission of which her brother could not carry out to its fullest. The customer was not satisfied, seeing as he had already fulfilled his half of the bargain, and hired another mercenary to "take care" of the two. Isadora's brother was decapitated by the mercenary and she lost her hand in combat with the hired assassin, taking his life. No one knows for sure if it's her hand that's reattached or not.
Overlord: Avron
Strengths/Weaknesses: Power of the magic of air (lightning mostly), though her speciality lies within her bag. Isadora can conjure things, but only from her bag, and only if she knows the exact location of the object she wishes to conjure. The main weapons she uses (conjures) are throwing knives, shuriken, and small lightning bombs. On occasion, she will pull out longer swords, but she is not skilled with them. Her eyes are sensitive to sunlight, so she must wear her spectacles, otherwise she has a rough time seeing, and gets a migraine.
Quirks: There's something VERY odd about her left hand...

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Username: [iippo]
Name: Wynkyn De Worde
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Occupation:: Beast trainer, specialized in goats.
Appearance: He has olive green skin, which matches nicely with his ruby-red eye; one was lost in battle. His hair is black and straight, although not plentiful: he only has a couple of erratic strands, which are filthy for the most of the time. He's quite sturdy in build with a bit of love handles gathering around the waist-area - he's been wealthy enough all his life to bulk up a warming layer of fat under his skin. He likes the colour red in clothing, but most of the orcish tailors rarely bother with the colour of the fabric. So far Wynkyn has been able to get hold of some pretty nifty (although worn) red silk pants, which he wears all the time. His shirt looks black, because he has tried to dye it red with blood, but dried blood rarely looks red, and that is definitely not the case here. His boots are ordinary, although he's saving gold to buy a pair of red suede ones. He would have stolen them, but the guard of the shop was two steps ahead of him. He is also trying to grow a goatee-beard, and is about half way there.
Personality: He tends to be quite arrogant, after growing up amongst orcs of all creatures. He's prone to steal people's ideas and pretend he came up with them - possessions pose no problem either, nor he has any moral difficulties in taking people's lives. His fickle moral code is restricted only by his strict opposition of carnal knowledge: he refuses sexual intercourse with every living, dead and undead creature. His finest abilities include the way he can hold a grudge over decades and still remember what it was all about. He also loses his temper when someone messes or tears his silk pants.
History: He was born to a wealthy orc mistress, who never really cared which one of the naval officers sired her offspring, thus Wynkyn never knew his father - maybe that is why he is not fond of the seas or other liquid surroundings. In her mansion he was treated as a prince, outside it he was treated as the bastard he was. But he never allowed that to hinder him: his mom paid his way to be a novice to some chaotic monks who worshipped Cocytus, and the training included training animals. The monks had a variety of beasts and each novice was assigned one kind. Wynkyn was trained to work with goats of all shapes and sizes.
Overlord: Worships Cocytus (who sometimes seems to be indifferent to his devotion)
Strengths/Weaknesses: He is half-blind so can't aim a bow to save his life, and the depth-vision isn't that good either. He's also not that good with a sword, and like most beast handlers he fights with fists and other bodyparts. He has a pinch of water-magic knowledge, which he doesn't like that much, but he can save himself and his animal/other companions in a desert if need be. His steed is a hugenormous goat, and he can summon other goats to fight alongside him, if any are nearby.

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Username: [kay-chan]
Name: Moli
Age: 26
Gender: female
Race: human
Occupation: She’s best at healing, although she can hold her own in a fair fight.
Appearance: She has bright-pink hair that’s short in the back with long bangs that completely cover one eye and threaten to take over the next. Moli has slanting green eyes and a sarcastic stance. She has a dull red sleeveless dress that covers her neck but has slits up to the side with matching, large pants underneath. Her accessories include hand-guards, a belt with small ‘sticks’ studding their length, which also holds her bag, and a few large fans. Her outfit might draw attention, but she still blends in when she wants.
Personality: Moli moves best in packs, when there are people to fight for her. She is quite sarcastic when she needs to be but in most cases, Moli attempts to be the voice of reason. She also has her own voice of reason that tells her when it is best and most profitable to turn on those helping her, which stops her from doing anything stupid, but not from stabbing those closest to her in the back.
History: When she was really small, she was an urchin, and tried to steal from a very aware knight. His nobility didn’t stop him from putting a sword to her eye. She stumbled blindly into a nearby Midas temple for help. Since Midas is the Goddess of Destruction, not much could be done in the way of healing except to bind a piece of the Goddess to her eye-this was done by branding the symbol of the Goddess to her eye. It effectively stopped the bleeding, thus saving her life, but she was blind in that eye forever. Additionally, Midas is her official guardian, whether Moli likes it or not, since if she dies a very small (almost insignificant) piece of the Goddess dies. Anyway, she left the temple immediately to study white magic with another ‘good’ temple, and after five years of effectively leeching them dry of information she went to a black magic master and finished up her learning there for about six more years. Along with black magic, her instructor taught her a bit of fighting, especially how to use fans as weapons. Her fans are razor-sharp and covered with stain-resistant cloth (of course).
Overlord: Midas, by default.
Strengths/Weaknesses: She’s a very good healer, but would need to work in a church in complete silence to bring someone back from the dead. It’s harder for Moli to use black magic in a fight, even though she knows a few deterring tricks, usually used in close combat to melt flesh or whatever, so she isn’t very good in a fight. Plus, the fans are good for one-on-one or surprise attacks, but the smaller ones (the sticks) are basically toothpicks with attitude, and her fans can’t do a lot of damage in a serious group fight.
Quirks: She doesn’t like a lot of physical contact, especially not intimate, unless she’s doing her job (healing).

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Okay, acception of applications is closed. If you wished to join, then keep watching; maybe the direction of the RPG will allow another character, or you could chime in with a few 'villains'-that is, the good guys. Thanks to everyone who joined. Keep watch on the main page for updates.

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