Sign Up Infinity, Finite. A Paradox [M-V]

[Shinkoru]

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Rules:
1. No spamming, multiple posts, or one liners. Each post should be more than two pagraphs please!
2. No Godmodding.
3. All speech is in play format. Example: Alex: Mom come here, Mom: comming!
4. Be considerate to other chars' when controlling their person, based on their previous posts you should be able to eaisly understand what they would do in a given siutation.
5. Do not join if you do not intend to keep up with the storly line.


Well... I think that about covers it... Now for the story line!

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On the Continent of Ashrania, in the country of Ashenhire. The capitol city of Theode was uncommonly desolate that morning. The market place didn't hold it's usual hustle and bustle, the sandy streets lie baking in the desert's sun.

Theode is located amist a massive desert. Ashenhire is quite a lushous and green place, with the exception of the desert located at its western edge. Bordered on two sides by forest, one side by sea.

The Altmara sea lies nearly a half days ride from Theode, roughly a days walk.
Nearly four leagues from the city, A girl stumbles through the desert. Her bare feet kicking up puffs of sand and dust as she walks, half hunched. She stumbles, barely catching herself before she falls. The item in her right hand stays hidden, clutched tightly to her chest.

She stops, hearing the sound of pounding hooves. To afraid to look back, she runs, bolting for the city, now a league away, settled into the haze ahead of her. The sound draws nearer, almost upon her. She stumbles again, not catching herself in time, the girl falls face first itno the sand.
Her stubborn right hand refuses to move from its place, she tries to sit but only manages a kneel, looking directly at the two horses comming closer to her by the second.

The girl's eyes widen as the cloaked figures near her. Their dusk brown cloaking wipping in the wind behind them.. Her mind races, assassins!!
She yells out please for them to stop, not noticeing the blade slipping from beneath the cloak of the rider on the right, atop its ivory stallion....

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I'll be needing a hero to save our poor little victem. As for myself I'll be playing that little girl andone of her two would-be killers. Hopefully Flynn will be the other one. I'll post thoes signup's after I'm done with this. The only two bad guys are thoes two, I could use an insider whos loyal to the assassins, but is pretending to be in the group of hero's. This is gonna end up a quest but, lets get the party togather first.

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Please don't mind my spelling!! *hides*[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=darkslategray]You know, just given our previous rpgs, you might want to consider adjusting that rating....I don't think it'll quite cover it somehow.

[color=indigo] Name: Morrslaed
Age: 25
Race: Human
Class: Assassin
Height: 6"
Weight: 140 lbs
Eye color: Grey
Hair Color White
Short Bio: Born in a caravanseri on the fringe of the desert to a whore and a camel drover, Morrslaed wasn't considered a useful child. Born an albino, and unable to tolerate any extended period under the desert sun, he had little to contribute to the inn he was born in, or to his father, and contributing to his mother's work didn't exactly strike his fancy, though it did occasionally spark in interest in some of his mother's clients.

Learning how to run was an important lesson in Morrslaed's childhood. The unfortunate part was that there really wasn't anywhere to run, except into the desert. Being a rather contrary natured individual however, and despite his condition, that's where he ran.

After one such incident, he was found staggering around, suffering heat stroke and delirious, by a group of desert nomads. Being a rather primitive sort, and pragmatic to boot, they saw more use in a ten year old boy than those at the inn, so Morrslaed fell in with them. Not that he was given much of a choice in the matter, mind you. Years of skulking around the inn payed off with the nomads, as most of their hunting was done by moonlight, with sneaking up on the creatures of the desert a vital part. Though his initial training consisted of spears and slings, once he turned 15, and was considered a man by the tribe, he was indoctrinated into the other time honoured ritual among desert tribes...Raiding.

Quickly finding that caravan guards tended to have better weapons than nomads, Morrslaed made a point of appropriating whatever he could, working out how to use it, then deciding whether to discard it or not. By 20, a veteran of hundreds of skirmishes, he was proficient with most blades, and had introduced the nomads to bows, actually finding the tough desert trees made far more powerful short range recurves than the bows they captured, though the couldn't equal the range or stopping power of longbows. Two years after that, he left the tribe after picking a fight with the wrong member of a trading expedition, who turned out to be a female assassin who ended up having quite a few tricks to teach him. Since then, well...That's what we're here to find out.

Equipment: Twin katals, several throwing daggers
Armor : Black leather, with a white overwrap, leather braces and vambraces.
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[Shinkoru]

[color=indigo] Well done old friend :) *bows* Hope I can come up with half as good a sign up as yours, I did however ask you to join ,it'd be verry wrong to not let you in lmao. I hope some more people join, this will be quite intresting.. i spent all night typing post # 1. That is, jst need a hero's name to put in to save the poor girl, or she just will die, one char is cool with me ^_^ [/color]

[Gelgoog Pilot]

OooooOOooo! Desert stuff....I do enjoy it...besides, one of my current RP's is how should I say lacking something. :animesigh If you'll have me I'd take your position as the hero, haven't done that in a while. Harlequin glad to see you still take a fancy to some RPs. Also I take it that 'play format' is the same as present tense eh?

Name: Horres Dind
Age: 24
Race: Human
Class: Swordsman
Height: 5'12" *wink*
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye color: Deep brown
Hair Color: A light brown.

Short Bio: Born of a more prominent family, Horres lived a quite comfortable life in the more, tropical parts of Ashrania, he was somewhat stunned to see the expanse of the desert for the first time. Opening up a very prosperous spice trade with neighboring cities. His move to Theode brought on another drastic change. Raids had been a reality of this city for quite some time, though only a few of the larger tribes still dared to contest with the city guard.

On one such raid, the last actually, Horres was slashed along the face while running like a coward, as all rich men do. The scar, a constant reminder of his past cowardice, he took up the practice of the blade. Not really wanting to join the military on their foolhardy campaigns, he trained simply to help, if the raids began again. So it was that at age 24 after only 4 years of training and barely a scrap of actual combat he sat there in his saddle with a problem, someone in real need of his help.

Equiptment: A long scimitar sheathed at his side and a two smaller daggers strapped to his wrists.

Armor: A thin coat of chain mail covered by his dark blue desert cloak, as well as a tall hard leather collar to protect from those nasty beheadings.

Spells: BAH! Bah I say?BAH TO MAGIC!

[Shinkoru]

Of course your in! Seeing as only...oh you 2 have signed up!!!!!!!! *cries!* please more pplz join... *goes to beg reiha to accompany me..*

[Raiha]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Darling Darling Darling....your spelling needs a spell check. Just do that and you'll be fine! So stop making excuses. You can fix it.

[FONT=Times New Roman][/COLOR][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Lillutha Jhayaen

Age: 27

Race: Forest Elf

Class: Cleric Warrior

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 125lbs.

Eye color/Hair Color: See attatchment

Short Bio: Raised in the forest as you might expect, Lillutha took to wandering, picking up the skills of warriors along her way. She has always been a woman of faith, raised to be the spirtual leader of her people. But that time will not come for centuries, and she's content to wander and wait until then. She's easy to get along with, usually, and likes to spend time outside, praying, drilling, and occasionally fighting.

Equiptment/Armor: Dark cloak of concealment, no armor but reinforced leather, weapon pictured below. The bible of her people, a crystal cut vial, currently empty, ties for her hair, leather straps at her wrists, and pouches at her waist with herbs and spices she uses for various purposes.

Spells: Caerimonia; a holy spell to heal the wounded or injure the dark.

Abscondo; a spell to mask one's appearance or make it dissappear completely.

Nex Necis; a counterattack spell that causes instant death.

Acclaro Lymphs; a spell that draws water from the air and ground to be used against the enemy.

Abilities: Invisibility, Prayer, Short periods of flight, and sword fighting skills.

Weakness: Powerful physical attacks, wind spells, and dispelling charms, mostly because the latter make her visible again.

Strong against: Darkness, the unwarry, poison, and the feeble minded [/COLOR][/FONT][/FONT]

[Kairi]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]Name: Ajack Masters
Age: 28
Race: Human
Class: Outlaw/Fighter
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 185
Eye color: red (see attachment)
Hair Color: white/silver (see attachment)

Short Bio:
Born and raised within the walls of Theode..ever since Ajack was able to speak and understand back language and communication, his father Leo Masters began to teach his son the family trade of priest. Aside from the knowledge and wisdom offered by the church..Ajack was trained in the art of being an active hand for God, using now only his words, but his fists to bring about peace.

At the age of 17...something terrible happened within the church one afternoon. No one really knows what happened. All that is known is that Ajack was the only one to survive....only the scars on his body, and over his left eye truly tell the tale. Over the next couple of weeks, evidence was found holding Ajack responsible for the murders. In his humiliation and rage, Ajack ran away into the depths of the desert, abandoning his mother, brothers and sisters.

Growing up into a man..he tried to hold onto the basic foundation that his father taught him. Rumors surrounded thoughout the country about Ajack..him consipiring in other acts of trechery, assassinations, and destruction..making his name feared. But that's all that they were...merely rumors. No one knew the truth...his scars however, a constant reminder as he wanted through the forests, deserts and open waters.

Equipment:
A staff given to him by an elf living in the forest of Ashenhire, remedies and potions straped to his belt, money, his journal...and a [URL=http://www.discountknivesonline.com/images/GH2025.jpg]Dagger[/URL]...Upon his left pointer finger is the silver ring of his order...and a silver cross and chain around his neck which could been seen through his open white trench coat...which is always worn with black pants and steal toed boots. (guns?)

Armor:
Upon the shoulders of his white cloak/trench coat, he wears two plates of armor. Underneathe are metallic bracers which are strapped onto his forearms which run down to his hands and wrap around his fingers apart from his thumb, giving him a sense of a glove with free mobility of his fingers, enabling him to form a fist with the metal covering.

Spells:
Spirit of Gaia: In a short prayer..Ajack is able to resurrect individuals from death, as well as create barriers.

Abilities:
If Ajacks armor is taken off, not holding down his speed...he becomes much faster and stronger. Within his palms...he's able to create energy to use against the enemy, whether to push them backwards with a quick burst...or for an explosion.

Rage: Within Ajacks chest seems to be a red flame shining through his flesh. This raises Ajacks speed, strength and endurance to incredible feets...however, if used for too long, it will drain Ajacks energy significantly, and will alter his state of conciousness...becoming not like himself.

Weakness:
Not very good against heavily armored warriors... [/SIZE] [/COLOR]


I hope that's ok...looks like a lot of room for character development...yay!

[Shinkoru]

Ah most beautifull people!! Yes yes all in of course! well put also, much room for char, devlopment. I shall now type my 2 char bio's and let the games begin, within the night, or tomorrow evening, be looking for the rpg in the arena!! :):):):):):):)
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Name: Kasuka
Age: 12
Race: Half Elf
Class: n/a
Height: 4'5
Weight: 72lbs
Eye color: Grey
Hair Color: Black

Short Bio: Poor, Filthy, and relatively alone in the world Kasuka (kah-sue-kuh), spends her time wandering from master to master. Yes, she is/was, a slave. Her history is not much to recall. She was like many, born to slaved parents, forced to mate like animals being bred. Her father, a strong strapping man, and an equally fit mother, she was to be the cream of the crop. Genetics have a funny way of telling things. At 4 foot 5 she is a very scrawny olive skinned girl, almost opposite of her jet black skinned parents. Many claimed her mother's pale skinned owner was her true father, and the girl was shunned, called a bastard child, and left for dead on the deserts edge.

Her entire life thus far has been a string of bad luck. From owner to girl, she has been bought and sold to many times to count. Over the decade, she grew taller, and scrawnier, an ever minding symbol of her heritage, known only to her.

One slightly fateful day she came to be in the possession of a very harsh man, who's elderly mother lived with him. If it was not for that woman, she would probably have been beaten to death by now. She was spared the wip, and taken care of like a person, not a possession. While the man was out one evening, the lady took Kasuka into her confidence, saying she was the closest to a daughter the woman ever had. She entrusted the girl with something very preasous, that even the king himself, would kill to get his hands on. She was told to run, as quickly as possible, to a priest born on Théode, for he was the only one with the correct knowledge of this item, and use it rightfully. If the wrong person were to get his hands on it.. god help us all.

Equipment: She carries nothing but the small clothing on her back, a Dusk brown full dress, falling to her knees, patched and worn with many years ware. The small butterfly barrette the old woman gave her once, and a tiny knife tucked into the strap of her under loin.

Armor: N/a

Spells: Unknown.
Abilities:Unknown.
Weakness: pretty much everything.
Strong against: Nothing.[/color][color=crimson]

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Name: Shikyo Sendo
Age: Appears 24
Race: Drow
Class: Assassin
Height: 5'9
Weight: 108lbs
Eye color: Dark Green
Hair Color: Black/Brown

Short Bio: (Shh-key-oh) Born among a clan of assassin riders, known as the Da'leic, Shikyo spent her life from age 2-17 training. Same every day, sunrise she awakens, practicing fighting with every weapon imaginable, and occasionally, her fists. The caravan rarely stayed in one place, allowing her another of an assassin's many traits, knowledge of location.

Traveling Ashrania, she came to know more places than most any in her clan. Any time they camped she scouted, ducking in building,s finding names, hidden ways' alleys, ect. By the time she turned 17 she knew practically every shop owner, their life history, and their family secretes.

Shikyo turned 17, the age when her guild recognized females as adults and allowed them to choose a path for themselves. She chose to leave her clan that had been her life's blood, and travel alone, tending to follow a wealthy group of merchants' taking hires for dozens of high priced kills. On one such rendezvous, she encountered a male, rouge assassin, much like herself. Their meeting sparked interest, and they chose to stay together, friendship grew, then close companionship. They confided everything into each other, trusting only one another, and this, soon lead to being lovers.

Her and her lover's, Morrslaed, skills as an assassins were known of all the leaders and council members, never having not seen a job through. This reputation, however, would come back to haunt her.


The pair was contacted in secrete by a member of the Kings council, A group of ruthless politicians who were not afraid to take what they wanted. It had come to their attention a certain item had surfaced, after centuries of being lost. It was their job to retrieve it. They came to learn a certain slave had come into possession of the item in question...

Equipment: She carries manny hidden knives on her person, but her most obvious weapon was hand made by her grandfather, an 8 bladed hand held weapon of immense power, for the magic and symbol of her clan was imbued to every blade, sharp enough to cut through solid stone without so much as denting or scratching the blade's surface. She carries a pack slung across her back under her long desert's cloak, with a wraparound to cover her face and head, so only her eyes show. When her cloak is thrown back, her mouth , nose and neck are always covered, wrapped tightly for reasons unknown.

Armor: underneath her clothing, even her undergarments, she wears a thin lightweight, but highly sturdy, ethereal chain mail.

Spells:
Ki - simply put, summons a short ki blast from her palm

Disaku- produces a small disc of darkness that slices at the opponent, producing wounds no one has yet to find a way to heal..

(others to be learned as rpg progresses)
Abilities: Teleportation, gliding, enhanced agility and speed, invisibility.

Weakness: Cats (no one knows this) And Very young Children. (newborn to 5)[/color]

Attached is a picture of Harlequin and I's Char's, for the most part..

[Gelgoog Pilot]

*feels afraid* My character won't last a second up against you two...
Oh by the way...Ragnarok is awsome...I've borrowed their character art a few times myself. :animesmil I await the Rpg happily

[Kairi]

Yea...Ragnarok is pretty awesome...I just got lazy and decided to use my avatar...i'd never used it before...wanted to get personable with me and my character;)
Can't wait for this to start...nice and simple...not too many people...awesome.

[Kamuro]

[B]Name:[/B] Trace Lionhart

[B]Age:[/B] 26

[B]Race:[/B] Human/Android

[B]Class:[/B] Mercenary

[B]Height:[/B] 5'11

[B]Weight: [/B] 160 lbs.

[B]Eye color:[/B] Green

[B]Hair Color: [/B] Brown

[B]Bio: [/B] Trace grew up in the small secluded town of Dabar. While other towns were frequent in trade, Dabar kept to itself. Years ago the town had been attacked and burt down, and although time has passed and it has been re-built, the citizens of the town are still weary about bringing themselves back into the spot light.

Trace grew up as a regular kid, but he yearned to leave his small town. He was adventurous, and ever since he was young he had a fascination with doing the impossible. He loved the challenge of bettering himself and he loved to win. He became a Guardian of the town at just 16 (a very young age for a Dabarian Soldier). One day scouting the area around the village he was attacked and his arm was removed from his body. They chose to left him alive, an intent to make him suffer no doubt. He was soon found by his comrades everything he was carrying had been stolen and he layed bloodied on the ground, passed out.

He woke up in his bed, he sat up and reached for a glass of water, he noticed however, that his arm, was no longer skin. He had been given a metal arm he had claws for fingers and steel all the way up to his shoulder. He jumped back in awe at his new apendage and began to move it to make sure he wasn't dreaming. This became his new ambition as a Guardian. He was originally right handed, so he began to train with his left hand, mastering weapons in his good hand was hard enough, but in his left hand, he thought it impossible. But after years of training he had become the best Guardian Dabar had ever seen. At the age of 26 he left on his long awaited adventure, he wasn't quite sure where he was going or why, but he knew that he needed to leave, see the world, and avenge his newly limb.

[B]Equiptment:[/B] A long fencing sword kept in its sheath at his right side.

[B]Armor: [/B] Wore long leather pants and black boots as well as baggy shirt matching the pants. He wore leather pauldrons on his shoulders which lead out to his long black cape that often hid his disfigured right arm.

[B]Spells: [/B] A small fireball able to be manipulated by his metal arm.

[B]Abilities: [/B] When ever an enemy is slain by his sword, his arm removes the soul from the body and it is trapped their until called upon to energize his arm with spirits of the dead.

[B]Weakness: [/B] Electricity sometimes causes his arm to malfuntion, leaving him only his left arm to fight his enemies.

[B]Strong against:[/B] Fire

[Gelgoog Pilot]

Kakashi...when a human is fitted with robotic equipment it doesn't make him an android...nor a cyborg really....an android is a robot made to look and act human...a cyborg is a human who depends on the machine half of him/herself. You'r character just ahs a prostesis...plus Im not sure that fits with the time frame I'd ask the thread producer through a pm....which is prolly what I should do...hmmm too late

[Kamuro]

I wasn't aware of the actual technological limits of the RPG, I PMed the thread starter before I even posted and they told me to have fun with it, so, I did, anyway, I didn't really know the exact definition of android, it was a term used loosely, the character is human, however, a part of his body is mechanical, so I wasn't quite sure what to call it, and android came to mind, with all the spells, abilities, etc, I didn't believe an actual mechanical arm was a technological advance considering the magic in place in the story? oh well, if Shinkoru disagrees with the character we can modify it, or I can resign from the RPG, no worries

[Sir Gawain]

Ooc: It seems that no one is taking up the offer of a hero secretly aligned with the assassins. If it's not too late, I'd like to take the position.


Name: Onuir Feris
Age: 38
Race: Dwarf
Height: 5' 5''
Weight: 230 lbs.
Class: Bodyguard
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Black

Bio: Onuir's early past is unknown to anyone except himslef in Ashenhire. He was born over the Altmara Sea, and protected his Captain whenever pirates raided the ship. When he first entered Theode, he saw all the wealth that the country had to offer, and gave his services to the nearest politician with deep pockets.
However, roaming around the desert with a bunch of sour men lost its appeal, even with the often well earned payoffs. That was when he was 36.
It wasn't long before he met his match. Two assassins raided the caravan he was protecting, and he was unable to save his employer. But, he was able to save his skin when he revealed the whereabouts and strength of other, greater caravans. With that deal, he was in as the assassins' inside contact. Not only did he get paid to be a bodyguard, but he was also given a nice, though proportionally smaller than the others', share of the loot.
When they trusted him, they let him in on a secret. They knew where something was, something very valuable to everyone in Ashenhire. He wasn't told what it was, but should Morrslaed and Shikyo fail in their attempt to seize it, he should become friends with the object's holder and constantly report their actions. If he should succede, even his smaller share of the money would be enough to ensure that Onuir never needed to work again.

Equipment: Double-bladed axe, and two short swords at his waist.
Armor: Leather undershirt, a chain mail shirt, and a steel plated suit. Also has steel plated pauldrons, greaves, bracers, and a short chain mail tabard. Finally, a buckler shield with a sun painted on it in red.

Spells: Altmara Wrath- When near water, he can use this spell to hit his enemies for minor damage, mostly a distraction.
Bane of the Fathers- This spell rends the very earth on which Onuir's enemy stands, dooming them to an eternity in the deep places of the world.

Abilities: Can naturally smell gold and other precious minerals in the ground.
Weaknesses: Cannot swim, is rather heavy, and is very succeptable to poisons and deep wounds.
Strong Against: Spears, blinding attempts, fire spells, and earth spells.

Ooc: I hope I'm not too late for the position of disloyal hero, although that may change with time.

[0ber0n the Neko]

If it's not too late, I'd like to join. It sounds like jolly fun.

Name: "Orange" Maxamillian
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Notorious Bandit
Height: 5'11
Build: Thin, but mucular.
Eye color: Yellow (like those of a Desert Fox)
Skin Color: Light Brown
Hair Color: Bleached White by the sun.
Favorite color: Vivid Red

Short Bio: Has been an outcast for many years because he bore the "Mark of the Desert Fox". The mark is supposed to segregate a child who is to become wild and fearsome, although Orange himself is a rather laid-back guy. He knows the law of the land, he can survive days without provisions, and is known to be the most powerful bandit in the land. He, however, will not support this.
Attitude: He is a very confident and laid-back man. When challenged, however, it is very expedient to not injure his pride, as he can easily compensate his lack of strength with ferocity.

Weapon of Choice: He wields two long, straight [i]mune[/i]'d blades, which he is proficent with. He is also adept at hand-to-hand combat. His style resembles a type of lethal [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira][COLOR=Blue]capoeira[/COLOR][/URL].

Armor: He wears comfortable leather armor, making him quick, but also highly vulnerable to strong blows.

Spells: He was never to be bothered with anything in the way of spellcraft, however, his survival skills and combat ability save him from reliance on such magicks. The "Mark of the Desert Fox"'s use is still a mystery, leading many to believe it may hold a spell of great power. Orange will deny this to no end.

Abilities: VERY high survival skills and first aid ability. He is fast in combat, and a very good marksman. Nothing supernatural, save for the "Mark of the Desert Fox". This marking, however, has been held to bear no supernatural power. It still serves as an imposing attribute.

Weakness: His weak point, simply, is women. He spends long months, and even years, before coming into cities. He secretly wishes to find one to share the desert (which he claims is "his land") and its many secrets with. This leads him to be blathering idiot when in the presence of attractive women. He also dislikes dogs.

Strong against: The elements. He is also a streetwise tactician, who can easily deal with most suprise attacks.

^_- Sorry about all that!

[Shinkoru]

[color=royalblue]Ok eh Neko, no guns. Sorry this is mythical, only reason their is slight robotics on Kakashi is cuz i allowed it, and even that isnt tecnology, its just a spell that makes metal act like a human part or w/e. :) but no guns, no no, sords and other typed only, no fire power, only thing remotely close to guns in the time age are on ships and their cannons. Sowwey, just minor edit, other than that everyones in. And as this I'll end the sign up, no more people allowed, we gotts our max. I think this is gonna be good growing expirence for all. Only point i am making is if you fail to keep up with the story and post AT LEAST every other day...you'll be out of rpg and ur char killed off...sorry :-/ we did it in Seige and we'll do it again. haha Right Flynn? ^_~ anyhow I promise the auctual rpg will be up by tomorrow night, so, look for it, and I'll prolly pm all of you letting you know its up, so thats fine :) thanks everyone ^_^ *group hug*[/color]

[Gelgoog Pilot]

you should probably tell them that I need the first post as well...just to stop any friction or confusion. :animesigh

[JT Darkfire]

I REALLY hope its not too late to join. I think this charcter has potential as either a villain or a loosely aligned hero. What do you think
Name:Serevayis Marx
Age:39
Race:Human/Wraith
Class: Auramancer
Height:5'6"
Weight:149 lbs/ Insubstantial
Eye Color: Blue or Red
Hair Color:Black

Bio: Twenty-four years ago, at the age of 15, Dale Issac, in an attempt to become an omnipotent being, did one thing that one should never do: He tryed to tame the shadows. Dale, being a fairly gifted Auramancer, attempted to created a Seal of Will and place on the shades, beings of immense darkness who draw from the life of others. The spell was, as to be expected, a failure.

The shades descended upon him, intending to make him their next meal, when the rebound of the Seal of Will caused a temporal anomaly, forever binding his flesh with that of the shades. From the ashes of Dale Issac rose Serevayis Marx, the prevurbial Dark Phoenix.

Soon After becoming Serevayis, he was banished from his village. Unable to stand direct sunlight, he was forced to hide in the shadows and wait until nightfall.

One fateful night Serevayis stumbled into a traveling merchant.The merchant seemed to possess astrange stone, which he was trying to auction off to the highest bidder. Serevayis, having one been a skilled Auramancer,new at once that the gem was a sunstone. Its purpose is to bring things from the dark realm into this plane of existence. Serevayis slew the merchant, the crowd at the auction, and set off with the stone to finally achieve his dream of becoming the most powerful being in the world

Equipment: 1 Sun Stone (allows Serevayis to remain in a human state),
1 Ceremonial Dagger
Armor: Cloak of Shadows
Spells:(In human form) Dark Metamorphosis(transforms him into a wraith)
Seal of Darkness(Blinds all enemies within range) Stream of Shadows(A mid-Level Dark projectile spell) (In Wraith form) Shifting Shadow(Teleportation,short range through the shadows) Shadow Reaver (Drains HP by touch)
Abilities:(in human form) Skilled Lock Pick(In Wraith form) Invisible in Shadows, Slight HP Regeneration, Shape-Shifting, Night Vision
Weakness: (In human form) Mid- and Strong- leveled Physical Attacks
(In Wraith form) Light Spells
Strong Against: (In human form) Spells
(In Wraith Form)Physical Attacks
Quote from the character: "Embrace the Darkness! Let it consume your soul. Then you shall know true power! HAHAHAHAHA!"

[JT Darkfire]

Come on! Let me in! I designed this character quite a while ago, and he needs his moment to shine!!!!

[Heartless Me]

Hope you will allow a late sign up to slip through. :D

Name: Ratu LeinRosen

Age: Unknown

Race: Lich(former mystic elf)

Class: White Necromancer

Height: 6ft

Weight: 160lbs

Eye color: silver

Hair Color white

Short Bio: Not much is known about ratu by the masses. he just showed up one day, he doesn't talk about his past or what happened in it(cause it will develop over the story line). But since he showed up in Theode he's helped people with menial tasks for his room.

Equiptment: Currently-Soulblade(with 1 soul invested.) a necromantic sword shaped much like a scimitar that has a femur for the handle. Each soul that is drained and placed within the sword increases it's power, increase in power also depends on the strength of the soul placed in the sword.
Armor: Full set of nonmagical banded mail with protective cloak.
Spells:

Summon Returned-Temporarily conjures a half living corpse with the souls assention. This "white" zombie deals less damage than it's unholy counterpart but it's defensive capabilities and available health pick up the slack.

Decompose-Speeds up the decomposition of a corpse draw healing power. This power may be used on himself or transfered to another. Also it may be held to be used for another time.

Abilities: Undead advantages-with being alive comes the obvious. He no longer needs to eat, sleep, or breath. He's immune to fatigue and fear and he doesn't age.

Chameleon-Allows Ratu to disguise his hideous undead form with something more mortal looking. He can hold it indefinetely unless in battle.

Weakness: Clerical and Priestly spells and abilities deals double damage plus turning and healing effects harm him.

Strong against: White and Classic Necromancy(it cures him)

[Shinkoru]

No need to even read posts at the moment, Heartless me aka Randy aka my brother of course your in, um... darkfire, sorry but were jam packed and i can still tell ur a newbie..sorry can spot it a mile away, aka the double post? Expirenced rpg'rs only. Sorry... next time? Eh but this is final and last sign up i accepting, you lucky u my brother and i love u!! :-p, sorry again about not posting..a....lot of bad stuff just happened recently, I will tomorrow night after work i promise!