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[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1][center]Even one life is full of torment and sorrow.
If you had the chance to live forever, would you take it?

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It is 2021 of the second age. The fountain of Ëaridiel has been found. The water from the fountain is sacred, and therefore can bring eternal life to those who drink from it. Many have set out to find the fountain, for immortal life would also bring them strength and power. Great kings have also left their cities, seeking the waters.

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It is 2031 of the second age. A decade has passed since the fountain had been discovered. All hope has been lost. Even after ten years, there is still no trace of those who set out to find the fountains. The high council denies the fountain had ever given them immortality. Each of the cities are still left leaderless. People are constantly dying. We do not understand the cause of these deaths. Rumor has spread of spirits and demons killing at will, cloaked with invisibility.

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It is 3031 of the third age. Cities are in ruins. Rumors have proven true. Shadows walk the night, feeding on the souls of mortals. We do not know what these shadows are, or who they belong to. The high council claims the shadows desend from the north, near Ceria; where the fountain had been discovered. We are not sure if the fountain has any connection to the spirits. There is little hope left. Time is running out. They are coming.

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The council has sent for warriors, sorcerers, and others who claim to be able to find out the source of this devilery, and find a way to end it. They have sent ravens to carry the messages to those people. The ones who recieve it must help find the fountain of Ëaridiel, and destroy it. Though, the fountain is said to be seductive, and will pull the minds of others who seek it into drinking its water.
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Please provide information in the following:

[b]Name:[/b] Your character's name.
[b]Age:[/b] Your character's age.
[b]Race:[/b] Human, elven, mage...etc.
[b]Weapons:[/b] Weapons your character will use during the journey.
[b]Bio:[/b] A history of your character's life.
[b]Description:[/b] A brief description on your character's appearance.
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Sorry if it's not too good. ^_^;

[b]Note:[/b] Please keep in mind, this is a medieval/Middle-Earth timeline. No guns, nothing future-istic. I also recommend using your own characters.

Also, not everyone will make it in. ^_^; I hope that's okay. ^^;[/color] [/size]

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkred]Hmmmm...sounds very intrequing. Well here i go. I hope this is okay (i know it sounds rather familiar.)

Name: Falkar
Age: (real age uknown, looks about 20)
Race: Human/Demon
Weapons: A long slender double edged sword and a short sword as well.

Bios: Falkar always seemed to be the lone wolf in life, even when he was a child, kids always pushed him around. That was until his demonic powers truely manifested in him, then he lashed out at a kid that had been bullying him, he nearly killed the kid. Ever since that incident his community always shunned him as a freak or a danger to their society. His father who was pure demon knew that they shouldn't stay in their community any longer, one night Falkar and his parents packed up and left the night that they left Falkar's father gave him his long sword. After they had been traveling for about 3 days they came to rest in a village for the night. That night strange creatures appeared and started attacking everyone, Falka's mother and father ran out to help as many people as possible but when they tried to save a group of children the monsters attacked them and killed them. After the creatures had moved on Falkar had ran out of the inn that they were staying at, he looked down and saw his father dead, his mother was barely hanging on, she gave him her short sword and told him that she loved him and then she perished in her son's arms. Ever since then Falkar has been on the hunt, he has fought off demons and deranged sorcerers, now he recieved a letter from a Raven beckoning for his assistance. He now has set out on the greatest adventure of his life.

Description: Falkar has Obsidan black hair with silver eyes. He wears a black trenchcoat and a black outfit to match, his main sword has a sheath on the outside of his jacket, while the short sword is sheathed inside his coat.
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Sorry if this is too similar to Devil May Cry's Dante, i just needed some kind of basis for my character. I'll change it if necessary. Also, sorry for so much editing. I just couldn't think last night.[/COLOR]

[Flash]

[b]Name:[/b] Khagrash the Faceless

[b]Age:[/b] 1472

[b]Race:[/b] Cursed

[b]Weapons:[/b] Massive Axe, Fists.

[b]Bio:[/b] Khagrash was once a normal man. He was handsome, and had a family. Despite his muscular build, he was very peaceful, and disliked fighting. However, his home was attacked by a horde of barbarians, and his family killed while they slept. What was left of his house after it was pillaged was later burned. He returned the next morning, dropping to his knees with grief at the sight. He has felt guilt and total responsibility for what happened, for he believes if he had been there, it wouldn't have happened.

He sought out a necromancer, a mage of the dark arts. With the necromancer's help, in an act of self-mutilation, he summoned the dark flame of Lor, and set his own face aflame. However, the dark flame of Lor scorned him and intertwined itself with him, giving him a very prolonged life. He was now Khagrash, and he was doomed to feel remorse and guilt for a hundred lifetimes rather than just one.

For many years Khagrash 'the Faceless', as he had become known, hunted down the barbarians who had slaughtered his family. After many years, he never found them. He continued to search, for hundreds of years, far longer than the barbarians could have possibly lived. After 500 years of scouring the lands, Khagrash realised his search was in vain, and he fell to his knees, and let out a earth-shaking cry that shook the very foundations of the mountains around him.

Since then, Khagrash has lived his days as a nomad, a wanderer. Few wish to associate with him because of his frightful appearance, and large build. He does not like friendship, because he knows any man he may befriend would eventually succumb to old-age, and pass away. Thusly, he keeps to himself.

[b]Description:[/b] Khagrash is easily 7'0", and very muscular. He wears a full-face mask, to conceal hideously deforming scars on his face, hence the nickname 'the Faceless'. His clothing is all black, with silver rimming. His shoulder pads and gauntlets have massive spikes on them, all of which dig into Khagrash just as much as they stick outwards. This is another form of his punishment--To carry the pain his family felt with him always.

[img]http://www.boomspeed.com/hollykendall/Khagrash.jpg[/img]

[Kabu Darkborne]

SCREAM!!!!!!!

hey juu would this be anyhting like the legendery game Eq (everquest)?

if so i can i just make a char form that world and transfer it?

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Um, it's alright to use any character from another series, but I [b]really[/b] prefer you make one up. That way, I think it gets more interesting. ^_^;

Also, remember the timeline in Middle-Earth/Medieval-ish. Please keep that in mind when you choose your characters.

Anywho, from now, if you have any questions, ask me in pm. ^_^; Let's try to keep this limited to sign-ups, okies? ^_-[/color] [/size]

[Kabu Darkborne]

*cough* everquest is about gnomes dwarf and elfs lol so it is about the sam ething heh no fountaions of life thru... here i go..

name: Kredion Aymni

age:19

Race:half dragon (i have no wings or tail but i can see well and i can float)

weapons:Two swords and a wristshot...

bio:this half dragon was abandoan at a young age when his mother and father were killed by the deamons.... she personal hates all of the shadow monsters and uses monster cards to summon as well at his figth skills

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Kenneth 'Messiah' Eithil

[b]Age[/b]: 116

[b]Race[/b]: Elven

[b]Weapon[/b]: [img]http://www.medievalweaponart.com/images/p/Fantasy_Swords_Luciendar__Sword_of_Lig_KR4_698.jpg[/img]- When eqipped, along the blade's length an electric charge runs, electricity crackling from the [i]Riccaso[/i] part of the blade to the very tip.

[b]Bio[/b]: Born the older twin to Laitina [Juuthena's char] by a few hours, the two were connected telepathically at birth.. But, Kenneth grew up quickly, quickly learning to enjoy playing with small daggers, his father, whom he barely remembers, instilling in him the love of sword fighting. When he and his twin-sister were 8, the first occorences of the shades struck, their parents screaming for help. By the time the townsfolk had arrived, their parents were dead, and both of them were shaken beyond belief, Kenneth's emotional scars starting there, their end no where in near sight.

They were seperated, the brother from the sister. He was sent into the deep forests, to a dark tower where he began his training. The years passed, and his affluent talent with a sword grew, his Elvish blood aiding his speed and power. He trained under a Warlock, learning a few magical tricks along the way, his master soon becoming a father-figure in his eyes, intill, sadly, just like his real father, the Warlock was struck down by some unknown force, Kenneth takeing the magical sword of his in rememberance. He was only 39. at the time, and was lost. No where to go, no past to return to, the possible immortal future stretching before him. With his sword in hand, he needed money first. With an ambition for survival, he set out on the easiest path he knew of for cash- A Mercenary.

Since then, for what is near 100 years, he has been in a few pages in history. As a top hand for hire, he has been bodyguards for several people in important events in history, but only his mercenary nickname- 'Messiah', was used. His true name is only known by a few people.. And by then he was a cold person, the name sadistically befitting whomever dared to get in the path of his employers. His fierce, fast strikes with the large sword vengefully strikeing all in the path. It was the only way he could release the pent up anger within him.

He was a rich man finally. He built a secluded, gated mansion within the very forest he was trained in, many servents coming to his aid, rich employers still coming and going, adding to his wealth. He knew that now his future was set, and that adventure was all around him, however he didnt realize the next day he would be getting a certain visitor, one that history has recorded as an eerie messenger- The stereotype would hold true.

The raven landed at his step, and rapped on his window several times. He read the letter and knew that those shades, the one he was told to run from over 100 years ago as a child, were the ones that started this massive struggle for a life. He grabbed his cloak and clothes, sheathing his sword firmly on his back, and was immediately off, running through the forest with the speed of the ancient Elven warriors.

Now, this Darker Mercenary has been summoned to help on the quest to destroy the fountain, the already rich past of this young Elf is destined to grow, as haunting dreams plague his recent sleep. Only time will tell if he will ever meet the young girl he is seeing in his dreams, a sister from so long ago, someone that he feels he will somehow be meeting again. Its haunting almost, the happy images of them playing together, just before.. Those memories jagging in his mind for as long as he could remember, causeing his animosity to grow twards the world more and more, as each passing year he worried about where she had ended up..

His eyes glow suddenly, as he whisks through the forest, his mansion slowly mixing in with the trees in the distance, the gates closing intill it's master returns..

[b]Description[/b]: He is tall, 6'5, and fair of skin. His eyes are a piercing crimson color that glow oddly, his energies flowing through his blood. He is muscular and thin, but often hides himself underneath a black cloak that covers a baggy pair of pants and long-sleeved shirt, casual wear being his forte. He wears brown travelling boots most of the time. A strange pendant drapes from his neck, an heirloom from his father. He has black hair that drapes over his face, ending right above his shoulders, each strand trying to cover the large scar that is etched in his right cheek, and his eyes.[/color]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Here's mine:

[b]Name:[/b] Laitina Eithil

[b]Age:[/b] 116

[b]Race:[/b] Elven

[b]Weapons:[/b] One pair of Sai. Prefers Magic.
[img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=365170[/img]

[b]Bio:[/b] Laitina was born with a twin brother, Kenneth. They were connected telepathically, which would allow Laitina to 'see' her brother, even when they were seperated. Their mother was a healer, who could heal almost any wound with ease. As her brother began training with a blade, she watched her mother create potions and cast elegant spells. At the young age of eight, her brother and she were separated, and her parents murdured in a mysterious, brutal fashion.

After they were separated, she was taken northeast, into a more sacred forest. Other white elves dwelled there, full of happiness and valor. They remained in the forests, not daring to get out. As they lived their lives in the forest peacefully, Laitina could only dream of her brother. Many times, she would have nightmares, creating a cold, uneasy atmosphere around the white forests. The elves comforted her. They explained there would be no way out of the turmoil if they left the forests. For the following 108 years, she began enhancing her skills in magic. Her mother had taught her numourous spells, and she tried to clear her mind by focusing on her skills.

Sheltered from grief and pain, Laitina never witnessed death, though the screams of her parents still echoed in her mind. She could hear voices inside her head. Laitina would not speak to others; confused, and trapped. Inside, she was screaming. Days passed as weeks, weeks passed as months. One night, as she slept, she had a new dream; a different dream... It was unlike the others she had since she had arrived in the forests. This time, there was a fountain. It was calling to her. Yet something inside told her it was not safe. Finally, she decided to leave the land and seek out to find fountain.

As she began to make her way past the gates of the forests, the air seemed thicker. A raven dropped from overhead, dropping a neatly sealed envelope in front of her.

[b]Description:[/b] Laitina has light, nearly pure white, long wavy hair that travels down to her waist. She wears a long robe of white silk, and a sepia cloak over it. Her eyes are ice-white, and also seem jade when she is happy. [/color] [/size]

[Zidargh]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=darkblue]Hey Juu, looks like an interesting RPG. Mind if I make an attempt at signing up?

[B]Name:[/B]Sasuke the Shadow

[B]Age:[/B]26, so young as the Humanic age is extremely restricted.

[B]Race:[/B]Human

[B]Weapons:[/B]As Sasuke was trained in the way of a Human Art known as 'Ninjitsu', he only uses swift weapons that tend to be of short range. His weapons consist of : - Lunar Claws, Nunchakus and a long range Tiger Star (That is thrown)

[B]Bio:[/B]When Sasuke was born, his mother and father were extremely joyous of this occasion. Everyone in the Peasant Village celebrated Sasuke's birth as it would mean a leadership had been created. His father a farmer and his mother a housewife, were extremely proud. But this was until one fateful afternoon.

At the age of 13, Sasuke had been driven into the Ninjitsu school to earn the reputation to uphold the village of the name, 'Serpents under Flowers'. After one lesson, Sasuke was out playing in the local forest with Kamuni his best friend. Both were playing with their tantos (Small knives), chopping the habitat to test their strength. But it was when a shadow consumed the forest, and as Sasuke turned around, Kamuni was gone...

Returning to the village alerting everyone with tears splattering everywhere, Sasuke alerted the Town Council of Kamuni's dissapearance. After hearing the cries of Sasuke, everyone in the village turned to Sasuke in disgust. Hollers of ''You coward! You didnt save my daughter!'' from Kamuni's mother, and taunts from his supposedly friends followed. After Sasuke's confusion and torment, Sasuke was forced to exile from the small village.

Sasuke's parents were ashamed and gave Sasuke a small satchet and a flask of water, until they ushered him out of the village violently. Sasuke ran into the forest only to seek shelter, but he heard a squawk. Only to keep hearing this sound as he grew up, Sasuke journeyed the continent as a mercenary.

Now Sasuke is at the age of 26, in which the squawks got louder and went to a halt, as a raven gently fluttere dupon Sasuke's shoulder witha neatly sealed envelope...

[B]Bio:[/B] Sasuke is 6ft 2, which is extremely tall for a human to be studying the Ninjistu art. Sasuke has blue hair and wavers, although it only reachers his ears. He wears a Shadow-Black uniform of his Ninjitsu school and has dark brown eyes, that stand out in emotion.

I hope this is OK Juu.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]

Name:Rali Kreigyr
Age: 217
Race: Lythanoid
Weapons: Basically hand to hand. I'm a six foot tall four armed demon looking creature. What the hell do I need a weapon for?
Desc: A lythanoid is a tall, thin humanoid. They are subterranean, and as such are jet black. Face has a slight grey cast, making it readable, but that's about it. They appear a glossy black, but do not reflect light. They have four arms, terminating in a set of five taloned fingers each, and membraneous wings, which are suitable for gliding, but not outright flying. The most interesting biological feature of a lythanoid is their internal structure. Rather than bones, they possess specialised muscles, known as [i]sceiyphs[/I]. These muscles not only make the lythanoid incredibly flexible, they are also make broken limbs a thing of the past. Cut them however, and regrowth is somewhat difficult. The neck is also nearly half a foot long. Due to their natural environment, which quite often involves things such as molten rock, lythanoids are basically immune to heat, and have a remarkable control over their body temperature. Basic body temperature is several times the boiling point of water.


Bio: Rali was abducted by an alchemist by the name of Vi Duku, at the relatively young age, for a lythanoid, of 73. Lythanoid religion, due to their skin, and habitat, is on of darkness. When a lythanoid dies, its body decays completely, unless preserved in absolute absence of light. Now, certain people with nothing better to do than cut up creatures to see how they work fidn this very interesting. Vi Duku was one of them. He however, had a better theory. Undeath. The lythanoid hangs around, becomes bidable, and doesn't tear up most one's minions.

He had a problem though. The only way he could find to make Rali into an undead creature was to have him bitten by a vampyre. That went well, no questions asked, but the vampyre wasn't happy. Injesting blood that was several hundred degrees pissed him off basically. So he took it out on Vi Duku, and Rali escaped in the confusion. His people, previously unexposed to things such as vampyrism, threw him out, which didn't exactly worry him to much. He currently lives underground, in a miniscule part of an immense cavern system.


I like original characters. They're so much more fun.[/font][/color]

[Yoda]

[B]Name:[/B] Valygar Elg'Hasek [pronounced Elseck]

[B]Age:[/B] 98

[B]Race:[/B] Drow [Dark Elf]

[B]Weapons:[/B] Valygar's only weapon is his shield, a concave disk with razor sharp edges; 2.5 feet in diameter, weighing 12 pounds. The shield has great aerodynamic properties: it is able to slice through the air with minimal wind resistance and deflection of path. Its great overall resilience, combined with its natural concentric stiffness, enables it to rebound from objects with minimal loss of angular momentum. It is virtually indestructible: it is resistant to penetration, temperature extremes, and all but the most powerful magicks.

Valygar also has some limited skill in ice and water magic, and has almost perfect aim.

[B]Bio:[/B] Valygar was born on the road, as his parents were both Rangers. From an early age, his father decided it was best for Valygar, atleast for a time, to follow in their footsteps, to learn how to fight, track, and survive in the wild. So, the Drow parents took their child back to their home, which was pretty bare as they never spent more than a few months there at a time. As soon as Valygar was able, his father began teaching him how to fight. Valygar was a quick and able learner in hand-to-hand combat, but had a difficult time learning weapons techniques. So, at this time, his mother began teaching him magic, but he never really shined to that either.
Then, one day, Valygar was doing a defensive session with his father. The object of the task was simple, defend his father's attacks until he saw an opening, and then strike. However, Valygar was armed only with a simple buckler. His father was armed with shuriken and throwing knives. Valygar blocked his father's initial attacks, and when he saw an opening, instead of rushing his father, he launched the buckler from his arm at his father. Both were amazed when the buckler struck Valygar's father in the forehead, with enough force to knock him over. Picking the shield up, he asked Valygar to repeat what he had just done, pointing at a target on the wall. Sure enough, Valygar threw the buckler, and it struck the target dead in the centre. So, in a very unorthodox manner, Valygar and his father began adapting Valygar's fighting style... for a shield.
Valygar became very profficient with shields, and when he was 30, he left his home and persued his travels as Ranger. For the rest of his current life, he has been doing jobs for money, often tracking, or getting people with prices on their heads from point A to B without any casualties. He had attained quite a reputation.
One day, very recently, he was in the middle of tracking a company of Dwarves, when a Raven flew overhead, dropping a neatly sealed envelope before him.

[B]Description:[/B] See attatchment...

[Tasrai]

[COLOR=green]My! We don't have any mages or dwarfs, I was going to be an elf but....I'll be a mage instead, to make things even. ^_^

Name: Ta' Samerillth (Tasamer for short if your want, pronounced ta-say-mirror)

Age:27

Race: Mage

Weapons: Carries three small knives which he can throw with excellent aim (when spells aren't necessary)

Bio: Born and raised in a small leaderless town near the sea called 'Ridge Cliff Shore'. When he turned 14 he ranaway from his power hungry parents. It was like being born again, he could breath freely and do what he wanted to do, without his parents yelling at him and breathing down his neck. Tasamer had always wanted to study magic, so he headed towards the nearest mage and asked to be his apprentice. He stayed with his master, Jithunik, until he died, when Tasamer turned 26. Just before he took his last breath Jithunik said Tasamer was ready to leave and become his own master. Now a year later, Tasamer wanders the continent, still studying and helping people along the way. Until the day comes when a letter is suddenly delivered by a raven.

Description: Wears white robes with a black belt around his waist, on that belt are his three small knives, and packs full of herbs and food, plus a book of spells (made small by a shrinking spell). Over his robes and belt he has a cloak that flashes darkblue and green it also has hood he usually wears. He has honey-brown hair with hints of red, and intense glowing green eyes, has tanned skin and is more fit than he looks. His staff is made of maple and has three feathers hanging from a string tied around the staff. One of a raven, one of a hawk, and one of a golden eagle. These are Tasamer's most treasured pocessions. Another thing you need to know is that Tasamer is a mute, but because of that other senses are sharpened, he sometimes talks to people with telepathy. [/COLOR]

Hope this is O.K. ^_^

~Raiye

[Xra]

Everyone makes big bios. I feel ashamed.:bawl:
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Name: Krian

Age: 24

Race: ancient Bladian(otherwise unknown)

Weapons: a pair of Blades on each forehand and a big pair jutting out of his back.

Bio: An ancestor of Xra(I had to do this). Krian was a part of a civilized race of beings called Bladians. When 5, he trained in the art of battle. Now it's a time of chaos and destruction. Krian was a full grown man(or bladian) and was ready rid the earth of this evil. His quest began when a raven with a message found its way to him...

Description: Imagine Xra, without the Tophat(and the funny sashes), a little taller and thicker, more scars, longer blades on his forehands, and two blades(or spikes) jutting out of his back. Don't wanna imagine, I'll make him a sprite later...

[Zerosaber]

Name: Kevan Valaria

Race: Human

Age:25

Occupation: Knight of the destroyed land of Valaria

Weapon: A sword named Lion's Tooth for reasons you'll learn.
A magical greatSword with great power made of the lightweight and strong Valariayn steel passed down from his brother to him.He also has a Longbow made of Oakred wood with arrows.

Bio: Kevan grew up in the southern areas in a land called Valaryia.He grew up in nobility when he was young he lived with his parents in the old castle of Valaria . He was the youngest of his three so he wouldn't inherit the castle when he grew older so he trained to become a knight to protect his family and his country. When Kevan's father died the country went into Chaos for a couple od reasons. The land was being terrorized by the Shadow Creatures and his brother seemed to be worried about it so much he started raising taxes to keep up the guard. Then one night the Shadows invaded the town completely and They killed everyone exept Kevan. He lay in the ashes of the old castles and he found his brother dying and that is when he gave him Ice. He told Kevan to try and stop the shadow and avenge his people. So kevan Took Ice and rode north with his horse Rhaego to avenge his people.

Description
Kevan wears the armor of his fallen kingdom of Valaria with its sigil a roaring lion with a white cape attached to it and a pendant of the royal family. Kevan stands 6'1 and weighs 175. He has Blonde hair and blue eyes and small scar above his left eye.

[conpiracymonki]

[b][size=1]I couldn't edit on a picture of his staff, obviously, so I've pasted my previous post here [/b][/size]
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[B][size=1][u]Sign[/u]-[u]Up[/u][/b]

[b]Name:[/b] Sylkis Green

[b]Age:[/b] 75

[b]Race:[/b] A mage... possibly elven descent

[b]Weapons:[/b] A staff that looks exactly like that of Saruman (LOTR). The staff is slightly extendable. He also has a large arsenal of magic he can wield. He has a dagger which he keeps inside a hidden inner pocket.
(View attachment for image of the staff)

[b]Bio:[/b]
Forced into a temple of magic at early age by his parents, Sylkis never got to see them again before their deaths at the hand of some brutal and bloody force. His village was torched down also, so he stayed at at his temple until he was recognised for his worth, and was admitted into the acclaimed Dark Magic Order.
Getting into a high rank in the Dark Magic Order, Sylkis is a member of its council, as well as a high-priced mercenary.

Having just completed a contract, a raven flew overhead, dropping a letter addressed to Sylkis into his hands. Past thoughts stirred, and the dark mage's eyes lit up with interest. He set off immediately, not even stopping to receive his contract-money.

[b]Description:[/b]
He takes the form of a teenage child.
Pointy eared; he has a long black hair down to the bottom of his shoulder blades, which in clear light seems to be a deep shade of blue; with eyes of a similar cold colour. A blue tattoo is scrawled across his face; certifying his authority as an elite mage of the Dark Magic Order.
He wears a fairly loose robe, made with escape also in mind. The wrists are tightened with black cloth.
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[Rhys Mayiessen]

[color=skyblue]ohhhh...I'm late...I hope I can still sign up though^^ its sounds like a really good RPG

Name: Shayleigh Minyatur

Age: 100

Race: Elven

Weapons: Bow and arrow, long sword.

Bio: She lives amoung a small clan of elves in a forest. Though the elves descriminate her for being a girl, Shayleigh didn't let that get in her way. She signed up for a small force to protect the forest and ended up being their commander. The elves now respect her and listen to her commands and wisdom. She never wanted much glory, all she wanted was to help protect the forest of her home.

Description: She has long dirty blond hair and forest green eyes. She is slender like any elf and stands about 5 foot 7. She usually wears a light blue tunic and brown leather pants suitable for going on a journey.

I hope that's okay[/color]

[Corey]

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan

[b]Age:[/b] Un-Determinable, well over 2000

[b]Race:[/b] Time Streamer

[b]Weapons:[/b]
[center]Lonae Suno (The Dagger of The Streamers)
[img]http://www.medievalweaponart.com/images/t/Daggers_Lancelots_Dagger_with_Stand_UC1230_840.jpg[/img][/center]
The dagger is imbued with time magic. It can either speed up or slow down time, to a certain extent. It is not incredibly powerful for long periods of time but for short periods of time alteration it works well.

A simple wooden staff.

[b]Bio:[/b] Ryan is a Time Streamer. His eternal role in the world was to aid time so that it progressed smoothly and normally. When the fountain was discovered a tremor rocked the time lime. It broke apart. Ryans people banished him to a lifetime of attempting to right the problem. They stripped him of his immortality and bound him to the material plane.

During the early stages of his banishment things were looking good. Demon attacks were only beginning, the people had seemed to stop trying to investigate the fountain, and it looked as if the timeline would be repaired. Nope. The shattered remenants of the once linear line just drifted farther and farther apart. And every year Ryan's turmoil deepened.

His people sometimes sent him hint on what to do, but Ryan knew that they were only doing just enough to keep him going. Many times he had attempted to commit suicide but they had always stopepd him. They knew. Even with the flow of time disrupted, they knew.

Ryan is now a sullen man. The only thing that ties him to this world is the hope that one day it may be restored to it's lush and fertile beauty. He has heard rumors of a group of soldiers that will take back the world. They plan to attack the source of the demons. Maybe this is the one true path that will restore the broken line.

[b]Description:[/b] [img]http://w1.317.telia.com/~u31713726/mage.gif[/img]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[size=1][color=darkred][b]Name:[/b] Edonae Che'lreti
[b]Age:[/b]137
[b]Race:[/b] Elven
[b]Weapons:[/b]Crossbow, and a small dagger for closer fighting.
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[b]Bio:[/b] Edonae spent her childhood learning how to use weapons, and, being the only child, she learnt the Art of War well. Althought she found it awkward to explain why she had no spare time - her father was almost insane with his wish for her to be able to protect herself - she knew no other life, and accepted it with the grace of the ignorant.

Later, when she was fully grown, she was shown another life, and she loved what she saw. Her father, finding out that she was no longer interested in training, became enraged and banned her from home - fatherly love indeed.

She's now living in the trees - one of those insane quirks that she adopted when she saw the 'other world'. She's never learnt social manners, and doesn't talk very well. She tends to stutter, not knowing if what she's saying is acceptable or not. When she is excited, her speech is perfect, she worries too much about what she's saying.

[b]Description:[/b]At 5'6, Edonae is quite tall for a female, and happily goes about any tasks set her. She's strong, with a wiry strength, and red hair with pale skin. She'll usually wear breeches with a long dress-like tunic over the top, which has a split up the side to allow movement.[/color][/size]

[James]

[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][b]Name:[/b][/font][/size] Sabel Kahn

[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][b]Age:[/b][/font][/size] Unknown

[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][b]Race:[/b][/font][/size] Elf

[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][b]Weapons:[/b][/font][/size] Sabel carries a single sword, crafted from fine Mythril. Sabel was given the sword as part of his quest; it was produced within his own kingdom and awarded to him by the king himself.

[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][b]Bio:[/b][/font] [/size]Sabel was born in the kindgom of Solstice, in the far east. Solstice is one of the few true Elven kingdoms left standing in the far east, after a brutal war ravaged those lands many generations ago. The war was started by two Elven kings, who had a personal feud between themselves. It is not known exactly what their resentment and hatred was based upon and even now, the residents of Solstice cannot provide a clear reason for the battles.

In recent times, strange men have entered Solstice from the far west -- men corrupted by greed. These events have shaken the very foundations of Solstice and stories of a legendary fountain, once forgotten, have now resurfaced in the consciousness of all in the kingdom. In an effort to prevent further regional wars, the king has charged Sabel with the task of investigating the legend of the fountain on behalf of the royal family.

Sabel was chosen because, for many years, he worked as a loyal bodyguard to the king. His sense of honor and duty is shadowed only by his prowess in battle.

On his travels, Sabel encountered a mystical horse, which he named [i]Esperna[/i]. The horse took an immediate liking to Sabel, transforming from a wild beast to a tame animal. However, the creature's alien body markings leave Sabel with some level of vague discomfort whenever he rides it.

[size=3][font=Monotype Corsiva][b]Description:[/b][/font][/size] (Pictures of Sabel and Esperna included)

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[Tigervx]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1]Name: Kazamod son of Thorin III
Age: 98
Race: Dwarf
Weapons: [IMG]http://209.123.85.4/~otakub35/attachment.php?s=&postid=366943[/IMG] A great battle axe handed down to him from his father, Thorin III. He also weilds throwing Axes forged in The Iron Mountains and a Matock from Erober.
Bio: Son of Thorin III, who is the Ruler of Erober (AKA The lonely mountain). At the age of 70, he was given rule over the Iron Hills, and was friends with Gimli son of Glion until he sailed off for the undying lands with the elves of Lotherian. At the age of 75, he and a band of 1000 Iron Hill's dwarves went out on another attempt to cleanse the Orcs off the face of Middle earth. They had astonishing victories against them, But the Orcs still live on.
Description: A dwarf of 4'5, and a beard of 5 inches. He has a buckler attachted to his arm, throwing axes in a belt, a Matock on his back, and a Battle axe in his hands.
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[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Okies, sorry it took so long to reply! ^_^;;

Anywho, here are the people who made it in...

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Final Flash: Khagrash
DeathKnight: Kenneth
Juuthena: Laitina
The Harlequin: Rali
Raiye: Tasamer
Ajeh: Selkis
Rhys Mayiessen: Shayleigh
Lady Asphyxia: Edonae
James: Sabel
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Thanks to all you guys who signed up! ^_^

I'll try and get this thing going as soon as I get over my WB... (a day or two).[/color] [/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]By popular [okay, by Juu's] demand...

Name: Lethe Lifé Sevenstar

Age: 800

Race: Itsari/Elf

Weapons: Cherrywood staff and more often, a leafblade. A curved handle and S-shaped blade, patterned after the leaves of mallorn trees. It obeys her thought more than her touch, and is deadly in the hands of an Itsari such as herself. There are two prongs that sink into her palm when she uses it, and two more on the blade to catch the enemy's own weapon.

Bio: Born of the Blue Mage and an elfin mother, Lethe has lived a life of both wandering and learning. She studied under both her father and mother's hands. From her mother she has learned how to speak directly with the animals of the land and the birds of the air. From her father, she has learned how to wield the leafblade, the cherrywood staff, and magics of many styles. However, her magic is destined to remeain practical and non-flashy...something she's resigned herself to.

As of now, she travels on the back of a huge black Shire [an actual draft horse breed, cute, I know] stallion and will discover her companions soon enough.

Description: Tall and slender, wears black clothes and a belt of mythril and silver. Her skin is tanned from the elements, eyes like a midwinter storm, and a body to last throughout the years. When she rides, she wears leather pants and carries her staff like a spear. Her hair is usually tied back and braided carefully, it would only get in the way. In general, she is somewhat formidable looking. More than the average elf or human.

Her horse is as mentioned, big and black, with silver feathering on his hocks and mane and tail. He won't stand for any saddle, but allows Lethe to put a bridle on him, without a bit.[/COLOR]

[Yu Yu Hakusho!]

Oh poo, looks like it's too late for me to sign up....:(
That sux.
I guess I'll wait for the next story that you start up, Juu.