Sign Up Children of Sharess [R]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][font=Century][i]The power we, the Drow of the Underdark, have unleashed will be the power that we must struggle to control. Our own lust for that infinite power has brought us to the point of destruction. We taint our children to give them power, passing them through both fire and blood. Those that do not must find new sources of power to ensure their survival. There is no cure once a child has been tainted, and they live aeons with the seed of a demon until the end of their unaturally long lives.

Our chaotic nature manifests itself in many different forms. Our lust for creating new monstrosities; Driders, Dragons, Succubus, Inccubus, Golems, and Homunculi.....all a reflection of the terrible strength we have tapped into. The former religion of Sharess, once pure and simple has branched off into literally hundreds of different sects. Everyone claims that their vision of the goddess is the truth when nobody remembers the time when she stopped appearing to us. Sharess has left us to our own devices, which may not have been a wise move.

Perhaps she has grown tired of our ceasless quest for power, our warring amongst ourselves, and the chaotic ways we chose to live our lives. Either way we have survived, and we hope to some day find our goddess again. Until then we must live our days out in the dark world beneath the Moonless Lands. In the Underdark, we Drow survive. And we serve our goddess in our own misguided religions. Lust for power in our own separate ways. Employ the power that we posess in various forms of control. Who will survive then? Whoever is best suited to the enviornment. Whoever is strong enough and wise enough to make the right choices in battle and in life.

The will to live.[/i][/font]
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Now that I have your attention, this RPG is a sort of continuation to the old story of "The Children of Loloth." It will focus less on the sexuality of the Drow and more on their lifestyles. Feel free to pick a clan, a species, and a rank. And feel free to find pictures. .......if you have what it takes to be accepted into this highly selective RPG, maybe you're good enough to survive in the Underdark.

The six clans are as follows:

[color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [b]Orn'Baelen[/b]: Reasonable and level headed, the Baelen practice a religion involving the worship of the Life Giving Sharess and the 9 moons that have become the Pillar of Light. They live in the center of the city, are made up of mostly healers and oracles, therefore are not a threat to any of the other clans. Their symbol is an open hand with 9 moons resting within.[color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color]

[color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color][b]Vas'Naurnae[/b]: Agressive and violent, the Naurnae enjoy competition and open warfare, which is possible in the territory surrounding the city, the territory they have gained control of by conquest. They worship Sharess the Destroyer and revere spiders of all shapes, including Driders. In fact, they breed Driders in dark caverns and use them as both armies and symbols of power.[color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color]

[color=purple]One space remaining.[/color] [b]Cal'Sakmeht[/b]: Quiet and reserved, the Sakmeht are a peaceful and diplomatic clan. Their territory rests within the much coveted main city of the Underdark, "Mezzanane," thanks to their skill with negotiation. Sakmehts are usually diplomats, ambassadors, and teachers. Their symbol is their main house, and they are not affiliated with any major religion. [color=purple]One space remaining.[/color]

[color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [b]Nur'Lograin[/b]: A silent unnerving clan of magic users and preistesses. They serve Sharess the Sorceress and refuse to taint their children with demons. Because of this they have highly developed magic including the High Arts and Shapeshifting. The symbol of choice is the Pentacle used in many spells and summons. [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color]

[color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [b]Dra'Coryul[/b]: A subdued clan made up of a select few nobles of varying degrees of power having lost control of the city to the Sakmeht in a treaty dispute. They are scattered about the city and meet in the abandoned temple of Sharess, a place of the long forgotten past. They have no symbol anymore. [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color]

[color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [b]Kai'Belborun[/b]: A noble house, filled with masters of both weapons and magic. They control the schools of magic and temples containing the priestesses and own Edifice for the Council of the Nine. They worship the Holy Eye of Sharess and keep that as their symbol. [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color]
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Name: Keep it exotic
Age: anywhere from 5 to 5000
Species: Drow, Drider, whatever... ....but nothing all powerful. Yes, that rules out Dragons and Golems.
Rank: Warrior, Priestess, Slave, Sorcerer/ess, Mercenary, Abomination....get creative. Along with this, pick a weapon or two.
Clan: ...pick one. You can also be clanless, but that sets you up for alot of attacks.
Appearance: Pictures are good.
Bio: Duh.

You'll see mine soon enough. Alright, get cracking.[/color]

[COLOR=purple]In the quite likely event that you know very little about the Drow, read the world settings at [url=http://www.drowtales.com]The online comic Drowtales[/url]. Just read the world settings, you don't need to delve into the comic's archives.[/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

Name: Razel

Age: 243

Species: Vampire

Rank: Warrior/Slave

Clan: Nur'Lograin

Weapon: A long katana, and a steel gaunlet on his left hand

Appearance: Razel is tall, muscular, has long black hair, and his eyes are blood red. Razel wears black armor as dark as the night, a long black and red cape, black baggy pants tucked into a pair of tall boots matching his armor, a fingerless black glove on his right hand, and a gauntlet on his left which doubles as a shield, as well a weapon.

Bio: Razel was once human, he had escaped the persecutions of the upper world after failing to save his king and queen from their foes attacks on the castle. He was their most trusted knight, a warrior like none other, but even the most extraordinary of warriors can be overwhelmed by a larger number of foes. He was wounded, and thought to be dead, but he lived. He return to his kingdom, their castle ravaged, and the villagers left in rubble that once was their home. Those whole lived felt he had let them down, as soon as he was noticed they began to pelt him with rocks, and whatever else they could get their hand on. Razel fled to the Underdark to die alone, but that was not to be. His services were acquired by a Sorceress who reprieved him, and transformed him into a vampire to better serve her. He was to be her warrior, her slave, but he accepted his new role with open arms vowing never to fail those he served ever again.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Vajain Nur'Lograin

Age: 4560

Species: Drow

Rank: Noble Sorceress with a speciality in Shape shifting.

Clan: Nur'Lograin

Appearance: See attatchment. The wings are an example of the shape change she can inflict upon herself. Her natural form is similar in shape, just not in dress. When in the presence of her clan or at a Council, she wears long white robes and adds color to her hair.

Bio: Vajain is one of the two leaders of her clan. She is not hungry for power, but she will admit that she likes the fear she instills in other people. Her skill with shape shifting is enviable, and unmatched within Mezzanane. A living testimony to her skills is her longest lasting creation, Razel. She prides herself in the ability she has to keep her power under control and not have to use a demon to keep herself strong. While she focuses on Shape Shifting, she can also create strong wards and shields using the Pentacle symbol. Her power over that particular branch of magic is questionable. Most people see it as a lead to demon summoning, but she likes to keep that under a certain ammount of confusion. Her unusually high mana flow comes from a life of meditation and discipline.

Within the clan she is held in high esteem, in the city she is seen simply as an untainted Drow ambassador from a clan that has a skill with shapeshifting and diplomacy. The rest of her clan keeps to themselves in comparison to her ambassador activities. She is the only one that has any contact with outside clans including the Kai'Belboru. Because of this, her clan has avoided war and political scandal quite spectacularly.

Vajain keeps her creation close to her, using him every now and then for various reasons, but she does not seem to have any sort of real use for him. Her hobbies include drinking wine, reposing in her chambers, and experimenting with living creatures. Her worship of Sharess is highly personal and involves various rituals and techniques. Nobody sees her worship Sharess and from her simple robes and lack of tattoos or jewelry, one would assume that she doesn't even realize Sharess once existed. Rumor has it that she uses Razel for her own pleasure, but such claims are unfounded and are probably made out of pure boredom.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=purple]WARNING: There may be only two people within a particular clan. Example: The Nur'Lograin clan is now closed. Have fun.[/COLOR]

[skedy]

[COLOR=teal][size=1] Hmmm?somebody needs to watch more movies me thinks, lol.

[b] Name:[/b] Vincent Granecourt

[b] Age:[/b] 4,982

[b] Species:[/b] Human

[b] Rank:[/b] Nobleman

[b] Affiliation:[/b] Clanless (I like fights, make it good?)

[b] Appearances:[/b] (Just to be unoriginal) Vincent stands at 5? 8?, tall for the time if you think about it, and wears soft purple velvets over dark, usually black, undergarments. His skin has paled since due the darkness he is forced to live in, the nobleman?s eyes are a stern brown and accentuate his angular face. Vincent is sure to appear clean-shaven and wears his dark brown hair to his shoulders, often tying it in a rough ponytail behind his head. Being raised as a noble Granecourt wears a signature ring on his left hand.

[b] Bio:[/b] Vincent Granecourt experienced a fairly normal noble childhood and grew up heavily influenced by the cultures of his family, people and court. Thus he was instructed in the ways of numerous instruments from an early age, reserving his interest for the violin. At the age of sixteen Vincent watched the powers shift in his family and the long suppressed half rose to power, claiming much of the land that the Granecourt?s had ruled for many long years.
While the change in the way the lands were governed was major, many people appalled by the attitudes of their new rulers, Vincent?s way of life experienced little hardship and allowed the young noble to continue his teachings in fencing and several other artistic forms. At the age of nineteen Vincent?s life finally began to feel the pains most were accustomed to feeling when his mother was killed by a rouge noble in the ruling portion of the family, Vincent vowed to restore the rule to its old ways and set out through the land, rallying peasants from far and wide to his cause.
Returning to the Courts of Harcrest the young nobleman led his followers in a revolt against their masters and overthrew the militaristic rulers with what seemed to be a miracle. Vincent was left to rebuild the crumbling realm but had one more opposition to his newfound thrown, his brother.
Desperate to seal attain the reward he had worked towards for so long the nobleman, aged twenty four, made a pact with what seemed to be death itself, sealing his brother into a bloody fate. Through his bargaining Vincent learned the first of the many painful lessons he would endure throughout his long life, everything has a price?

(Hehe. Interested? I doubt it, not like it is an original story or nothing. Anyways I apologize for the poor writing quality, I know it could be a lot better, and usually is, but I?m just er?I don?t know. I?ll reveal the rest of Vincent Granecourt?s story throughout my posts at any rate, this is going to be fun, assuming I get in of course! Oh and he is a vampire, I didn?t feel it appropriate to put that as a race seeing as technically it isn?t one?)[/size][/COLOR]

[Dagger]

[b]Name:[/b] Arciela (Ciel)

[b]Age:[/b] 918

[b]Species:[/b] Drow

[b]Rank:[/b] Necromancer

[b]Clan:[/b] Kai'Belborun

[b]Appearance:[/b] See attachment. The symbols on her face and chest are tattoos, marking her as one who uses sorcery on the dead.

[b]Weapons:[/b] A glaive, a katana, and her magic. While she is proficient with several different weapons, Ciel prefers to dispose of her enemies through necromancy.

[b]Bio:[/b] Because she tampers with the dark arts, Ciel has become estranged from her clan. She is still technically a member of the Kai'Belborun, and her influence increases every year. It is even rumored that she might one day be qualified to join the Council of the Nine. However, Ciel is relatively young (at least in terms of the Drow), and her activities tend to attract fear and revulsion, rather than admiration or respect. Over time, the city's commoners have come to know Ciel quite well, as she pays them handsomely to bring her undamaged corpses.

As one of the highest-ranking noblewomen in her clan, she's occasionally called on to carry out tasks which no lesser aristocrat could perform. Easily bored, Ciel will agree to shoulder any duty as long as it doesn't demand an extended commitment. She is one of few nobles who voluntarily ventures out into the territory surrounding the city, searching for a good fight; the Vas'Naurnae are generally more than happy to oblige.

Ciel is a mysterious and morbid woman, whose fixation on the afterlife is almost obsessive in nature. She goes into battle with no regard for her own safety, and relishes all kinds of death and destruction. Yet although she might belong better among the Vas'Naurnae, she has a tight-knit circle of friends, many of whom are allied with different clans. Ciel's closest companions usually fall into one of three categories: powerful magic users, indolent noblemen, or eccentric scholars.

Intellectual, cynical, and wealthy, Ciel is ultimately something of an enigma.

~Dagger~

[Yoda]

[B]Name:[/B] Jodo Kai'Belborun

[B]Age:[/B] 4192

[B]Species:[/B] Drow

[B]Rank:[/B] Sorcerer.

[B]Weapons:[/B] Jodo carries a bone colored staff with him, which is smooth from it's base almost to it's tip. A it reaches the top, it splits into two thorns that twine around each other once, then split in adjacence to one another. Set between the tip's of the thorns is the symbol of the Holy Eye of Sharess. Many people think this is his main means of chanelling magic, but it is mainly for show. He wears, also, gauntlets of crimson on his wrists. They are beset with three jewels each, set at right angles to each other, on the sides and back of the wrists. On the wrists, above each palm, there is again the symbol of the Holy Eye of Sharess.

[B]Clan:[/B] Kai'Belborun.

[B]Appearance:[/B] I'll find a picture later... bear with me.

[B]Biography:[/B] Jodo is revered as the most gifted user of magic within his clan. He was obsessed with the dark arts since he was a mere child, constantly consumed by his thirst for knowledge and power. He focused on the physical aspects of magic, fire, lightning... that sort of thing, mainly to be used as an aid in battle. Often such magic is used as a method to instill fear, and the mental edge he gains through this, as well as his superior manner, make him an extremely intimidating individual.

Jodo posseses far more pride in himself and his own ablities than in the reputation on his clan, and it is not unlike him to talk with other clan member; who are both willing and have gained his respect. He is known to have talked for many hours with such esteemed individuals as Vajain, leader of the Nur'Lograin clan... many believing that their prowess in magic gives them a common ground. He is also known to have talked with leaders in the Vas'Naurnae clan... which is truly a rare occurence. He has earned the respect of several Naurnae through his presence and skill in battle. His hunger for power covers all aspects of self-development, physical or otherwise, and he was more than happy to learn from those who thrive simply for battle.

Despite his inclination towards magic, Jodo keeps himself in excellent physical condition. His staff, which is mostly mistaken as being his instrument for using magic, is more often used as his melee weapon. He trains with is extensively, and will often venture out into the Underdark simply to look for fights, in order to measure his skills. Sometimes this is with other Drow, and sometimes with other creatures. Either way, Jodo revels in any challenge.

[Domon]

[COLOR=darkred]Name: Mazukien Irthis Dra'Coryul

Age: 29

Species: Drow

Ranking: Warrior Mage, has an interest in alchemy.

Weapon of Choice: Large broad sword (look at picture for visual.) He is also is very skilled in the use of elemental magics, this mainly includes the combination of the elements being fused into his sword for deadly attacks.

Clan: Dra'Coryul

Appearence: [img]http://www.animenmore.com/statues/devilmaycry.jpg[/img]

skin is darker and the guns are non-existent.

Bio: [SIZE=1]Mazukien is a very reserved person on the outside appearence he puts on for the public, but for the people he cares about the most he is a warm and helpful. Mazukien is willing to do anything for his clan, he's murdered people who have threatened the very fabric upon which the basis of his clan was established upon.

His hair catches the attention of a lot of people, they think he is an elderly man but when they meet him face to face most people are taken aback by his appearence. His clothes are that of nobles though, pure velvet and comfortable, he usually accompanies this outfit with a cloak when the weather has turned to raining or snow. His sword is held on his back, but it does not fit into a usual sheath, instead it slides thorugh a leather strap that holds the scabbard and another that holds the point of the sword.

Not much more is known about Mazukien, he's tried to keep most of his history and personal information concealed from others. But if one is to actually sit down with him and actually converse with him they would find out that his family was actually one of the very higher up noble families before they lost control of the city. Yet for the longest time the his family kept their dignity and pride, but eventually this led to them becoming aristocratic outcasts who had to fend for themselves. Once this had happened, his parents comitted suicide and left Mazukien with the remaining fortune that his family had aquired over the decades.

After having buried his parents in the family plot, Mazukien took a good amount of the family fortune and left the house to the care of his servants. He traveled around for half of a year, only to return back to his home to find that his most trusted friend had seized control of his estate and was squandoring away the remains of his fortune. Enraged by this, Mazukien stormed back into his mansion and demanded that the thieving backstabber come out and face him. Not only had the man squandored most of the fortune to the point where it was dwindling on the verge of nothingness, he'd als been raiding the wine cellar and getting extremely drunk, which is what he happened to be when Mazukien demanded to see him. After some serious coaxing from the servants, the man finally came down from what was the master of the estate's room with a large golden goblet in hand. For a while he'd stood there with the dumb, blank look a cow would give you and then he laughed. Unfortunately, Mazukien didn't find anything funny and threw his sword right through the man's stomach, which pinned him to the floor of the mansion.

After that incident, Mazukien allowed his servants to leave and freed a slave girl he'd aquired on his journey, also he sold the entire estate for a handsome price and since then has been living in a smaller estate, but he still carries the honor of his clan and family.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=999999][B]Name:[/B] Kishandri Vas'Naurnae

[B]Age:[/B] 1,152- A very young age for a drow

[B]Species:[/B] Drow

[B]Rank:[/B] Sorceress of Creating, Breeding, and Summoning creatures of darkness

[B]Clan:[/B] Vas'Naurnae

[B]Weapon(s):[/B] Her retracting nails and her magic

[B]Appearance:[/B] See attachment- Just think of her with dark skin and the three claws are coming out of her nails.

[B]Bio:[/B] Kishandri is a wise, respected, and feared leader of the Vas'Naurnae clan. She is the leading female of her clan and she sides with no one, except the Nur'Lograin clan. She respects no one other than those who show respect to her. She fears no one and nothing. Her speciality is creating or breeding creatures of darkness, her pets are the spiders and driders, and her passion is violence, warfare, and creating armies of darkness. All who meet her, fear her or avoid her. Those who are in her clan now to stay away when she is angered or when she is worshipping Sharess the Destroyer.

The Vas'Naurnae clan is filled with danger, violence, war, and terror. They are filled with darkness and worship Sharess the Destroyer. The clan also worships Kishandri and know that her powers come from the Destroye, who blessed Kishandri to carry such a blessing. A blessing of wisdom, power, and magic.

Being the leader and sorceress of the clan, Kishandri stays in the deepest and darkest lairs. In those lairs, she creates, summons, and breeds creatures of darkness and trains them to become soldiers of her army. She creates spiders of all species and sizes and many others. She also has drow women with her so that they may mate with the Vas'Naurnae army spiders and create driders. It is then that she will have an army for destruction.

At times, Kishandri tires of summoning, creating, and breeding creatures, which leads to torture and terror. But, at times she worships Sharess with rituals and varied ways. And in her personal time, no one knows what she does and no one intends to find out.[/size][/color]

[Hinata]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1]

[B]Name:[/B] Jo'lianna Orn'Baelen

[B]Age:[/B] 3010
[B]Species:[/B] Drow
[B]Rank:[/B]Priestess
[B]Clan:[/B] Orn'Baelen
[B]Appearance:[/B]Well use the picture below to get the shap of the lady... She stand at about 5'9 and her skin is actually is greay in nature. Not brown....he he
[B]Bio:[/B] Jo'lianna has been priestesss since the age of 2500 years being a mature age as thought by their clan. At this point in her life she must get ready to choose her successor and be ready to step down at the age of 4000. Choosing is a teadious process in which other young drow must prove they are ready. Not only must theye have an extensive history they must also be pure of heart and virgins. She has yet beared a child or had sex and she will not be able to do so until she steps down as priestess.

But that is now. Her past is a bit sketchy to her and most of it she wishes not to relive. At the age of 200 she was brought to the elders of the clan to show her gift. She at such a young had had the power of foresight and the elders immediately demanded she stay within the temple to begin her training. The youngest ever broughten in for training. Since day was her body was tested and stressed and she given no special consideration.

Soon her youth became her advantage and she was tougher than many others on the same path as she. Since she could not offically enter the training of the priestess untill she was 1500 she served amoung the priestesses of times past and became a lesser oracle to the elders.

When she did begin to train she was still treated as an equal amoung others and she was once again tested and shaped into the priestess she is today.


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[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]As you can see the only clan remaining would be the Cal'Sakmeht clan. Anyone who posts after me, with names including KnightOfTheRose, BaronSamedi, Metatron, and Ben will all be allowed to join their various, prepicked clans, as they've been cleared with me via the AIM sn: neuvoxraiha

If you like ruling by diplomacy and talking with other clans that have less power than you, you just might be cut out to be a Cal'Sakmeht.[/color]

[Queen Asuka]

[color=hotpink][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Morgaine Cal'Sakmeht

[b]Age:[/b] 1,143

[b]Species:[/b] Drow

[b]Rank:[/b] Headmistress of Orthobae, a school of magic for Priestesses. She also teaches there.

[b]Clan:[/b] Cal'Sakmeht

[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://images.quizilla.com/N/nyrata/1073835101_eAngelG012.JPG[/img]

[b]Bio:[/b]

I'll be back.[/color][/size]

[Corey]

[color=003333][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Ren'No Traf

[b]Age:[/b] 846

[b]Species:[/b] Slierohl

[b]Rank:[/b] Drow Priest

[b]Clan:[/b] Orn'Baele

[b]Appearance:[/b] [i]see attachment[/i]

[b]Bio:[/b] When he was a young man, Ren'No was deeply smothered by the main religion of the Slierohl. They mainly worshipped their Goddess of Apathy, and strove to become like her in every aspect of their life. Emotion was virtualy eliminated from every day life. Talk of war was executed with monotonous voices and blank faces. Obscene behavior and outlaws were delt with using blank brute force. Sex was conducted in silence, both faces mutually empty.

And Ren'no was sickened by it. He strove to embrace his emotions and clear the teachings of the Slierohl from his life. He set out from his land, in search of another one.

He found the Underdark. A wondrful place compared to his homeland, but not without it's own problems. He began to study the Goddess Sharess, but ran into literally hundreds of problems. There were hundreds of different religous sects in the Underdark, each with their own not quite so unique vision of the Goddess.

Ren'No searched for the oldest manuscript he could find of the goddess and memorized it. He opened a temple devoted to the worship of the Goddess Sharess and based on the nearly ancient manuscript. He never claimed his sect was right, but concentraited on the worship of the Goddess, not attempting to further his popularity. His temple flourished.

And now, seeing the mired state of the Underdark, he vowed to help vanquish these demonic tyrants. Dressed in his priest robes, wielding a traditional Slierohl weapon and shield, he's become a Zealot for the Goddess.[/size][/color]

[Ben]

[FONT=arial][B]Name:[/B] Uthegiliel Ominihe

[B]Age:[/B] 4863

[B]Species:[/B] Drow

[B]Rank:[/B] Sorcerer

[B]Weapon:[/B] An ordinary lance.

[img]http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/kungfusupply/FT_End.jpg[/img]

[B]Clan:[/B] Dra'Coryul

[B]Appearance:[/B] See attachment.

[B]Bio:[/B] Having been in the Dra'Coryul clan for thousands of years, it's fall was a great degradation to Uthegiliel. Once living in a huge palace, with servants galore, he was reduced to a minor estate on the outskirts of the Underdark. Even before the fall, though, he was not very well known. He was a magical scientist, experimenting with forces that few others would ever, could ever have though of tampering with before.

He was particularly interested in golems, creating and animating them, and finding diverse new uses for them. After the Dra'Coryul's fall from power, his experiments were deemed illegal by a treaty his clan signed with the Cal'Sakmeht. It was against the better judgement of the Cal'Sakmeht that they permitted him to even continue living.

Years later, his work with golems and extensive magical study has granted him great magical endurance. After several experiments didn't succeed, but rather turned on him, Uthegiliel decided that magical shielding might be another area to look into.[/FONT]

[Doukeshi]

Name: Renier Di Valle

Age: 3214

Species: Vampire

Rank: High Ambassador

Clan: Cal'Sakmeht

Appearance: [img]http://images.nintendo.com/nintendo/contents/gamepage/gamecontent/images/s/soulcalibur2_gcn_raphael.jpg[/img]

Bio: Renier stumbled into the Underdark one fateful evening. During his life Renier was born into a High class family of the Human kingdom of Gaia. Of noble birth his family were well respected as diplomats, keeping friends with many of the houses and royal family lines.

Upon this night Renier was travelling between his home and the royal palace where his parents resided. His entourage was extensive, but even the troup of bodyguards he kept by his side were not enough to save him from the most savage of attacks. His entire company was wiped from the face of Gaia by a roaming clan of feral vampires. Blood spattered the moonlit grass as the screams of dying mean tore the night air.

Crawling, half dead from the battleground, Renier found himself deep within a tunnel of caverns, with no recollection of how he had ventured there. He could feel the curse of the vampire spreading it's venom through his veins, twisting his body into it's undead visage. Found by members of the Cal'Sakmeht clan Renier was spared death by chance, pitied by the leader of the house. Learning of his talents in diplomacy the Cal'Sakmeht welcomed Renier into their fold, rising to become one of the High ambassadors in dealing with other houses in spite of his affliction.

[Zidargh]

[size=1]Assuming that sign-ups are still open, I will post my sign-up. If it is not satisfactory or recruitments have been closed, I shall delete this post.

[b]Name:[/b] Leon (His surname is unknown)

[b]Age:[/b] 23 years of age

[b]Species:[/b] Human

[b]Rank:[/b] Mercenary. Generally, a mercenary is affiliated with a sword because of it's efficiency and ability to quickly and accurately pierce a foe's vital points, however this mercenary depends on his spear which is around 6ft 2 in length. The spear rests on a clip attached to this mercenary's armour, where the hilt of it is of a steel dark green and black figure, whilst the blade is pointed, tipped by an incredibly sharply cut diamond, the blade is also clean silver. However, being that the spear restricts mobility during battle, the mercenary also depends on a single shuriken, shaped like a four pointed star that can cut and slice practically anything when thrown effectively.

[b]Clan:[/b] N/A (Clanless)

[b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://www.mines.edu/students/m/mshum/wallpaper_the_legend_of_dragoon_04_1024.jpg]Leon the Mercenary[/URL]

Above the armour, the mercenary wears a simple, black, hooded robe with a hole cut into the back to allow the spear to rest comfortably, the mercenary is said to hardly ever remove his robe unless cut during battle. His hair is also a dark brown colour and his armour is a dark blue, crossed with purple shine, but in the same build of in the image, there are no wings upon his armour either. [b]The link will lead to only the image of my character as it is too large a file to place here, I will delete the link if it is violating the rules.[/b]

[b]Biography:[/b] Born in an unknown place, at an unknown time and by unknown parents, Leon suffers from the fact that these [i]unknowns[/i] are only mystery to him. His memory a complete blur, Leon can only piece together his past gradually through disturbing dreams that seem to reoccur at a scene where a hooded figure carries a newly-born child to a door step, the dream ends as a beam of light protrudes the gap that is immediately made as the two doors begin to open hurriedly.

As the man's life progressed from around ten years of age, the boy found that he was living in a created shelter made of large, strong rocks and wooden items to support the roof, all created in the middle of a grassland. Not far away from the mountains was this boy's home so he could survive on the fresh, running water that ran down the springs from the highlands, however, food was becoming scarce and no game roamed these lands anymore, therefore the boy began to train in the ways of fighting.

In years to come, the boy had just turned eighteen and by some miracle, a sturdy, stallion trotted by his home on one night. Charging out, the young man gradually struggled but succeeded in taming the horse and so with that, he journeyed to many of the minor and most important of clans to become a mercenary for them, however he stayed well away from the Underdark, as dark times were breaching the surface's strongholds. However, these times only led him to stray into the underdark to continue his job.

Not wanting to be caught up in the affairs between all the clans of Gaia, Leon would simply take up a job, take part in a battle, collect his share and be gone from that territory, a sad life but a safer one.

Generally, Leon keeps himself to himself and hardly speaks unless spoken to, but through his struggles to regain his memory, Leon is a loyal and honest man, but as he has nothing to be close to, Leon cannot empathise for someone's pains, but he would protect them if they were in severe danger.

The mercenary's hobbies only include cooking, travelling and fighting, however deep down he aspires to someday settle and end this constant cycle of death he causes, you could say he is a guilt ridden man, as under command he had to commit some terrible deeds.

And here he is, beginning to venture into the Underdark once again to earn his next pay, as every time, he fears he will be slaughtered on his way to work.
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If this is satisfactory do tell, and if you want me in the story I'd appreciate it if you could lead me in, as I don't particularily care what clan it is, I need a simple foundation on where to begin. I will not post until everything's good to go.[/size]

[URL=http://www.mines.edu/students/m/mshum/wallpaper_the_legend_of_dragoon_04_1024.jpg]Leon the Mercenary[/URL]

[Raiha]

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