Characters

[WriterApprentice]

Here you can post up what character(s) you'll RP in the Fantasy and Sci-Fi board.
Seeing as there are no fandom-based RPs in this section of the forum, it's best if you write down, or provide a link of, your character's profile here.

[Velocity]

Name: Bess

Age: looks 19-21

Gender: Female

Race: Fairy

History: A member of the Guardians of the Great Oaks, Bess was given the great honor at an early age to guard the gate leading to The City of Fairies. Her ability to control the natural elements that connect the forest and all that live within it was strong since her birth. Born on a New Moon, she is seen to have a greater grasp of elemental magic than many of her fellow fairies. According to legend, the Fairy born under such a moon has the power to offer the branch of friendship to worthy mortals and other worthy creatures, granting them safe passage and food during their stay in the Fairy realm.

Appearance: (her wings are more opaque)

www.recoverygraphics.com/albums/angelsandfairies/fairy156.jpg

Pure emerald green eyes that sparkle when she laughs, Long flowing red hair that falls in soft curls down past her bottom. Standing at a height of 5'1" with a figure that is soft and curvy. Her skin flawless Ivory. First impression of this beauty is one of innocent, elegance and vulnerability, though she is anything but.

Personality: Bess has a very bubbly personality, her laugh sounds like tiny tinkling bells and can capture the attention of many. An enchanter, she can be sent out to learn the secrets of others through friendships. She will never show her anger, is always seen with a soft smile upon her pretty face. Her looks and gentle nature will give others the impression that she is harmless and in need of protection. Her ability to control the elements around her makes her someone not to take for granted.

Skills: ability to control the elements around her within the forest, however due to the circumstances of her birth her abilities do not weaken even beyond the fairies realm.

Quote: The energy of life is all around us, we are merely borrowing it for a while. For there will come a time that we all must give it back.

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Name: Breena (aka Bree)

Age: looks 19-21

Gender: Female

Race: Fairy

History: A member of the Guardians of the Great Oaks, Breena lives with her fellow fairies in the forest that protects The City of Fairies. She has the ability to control the natural elements that connect the forest and all that live within it however her strength lies with the wind. Born into Fairy Royalty, she is destined to marry a prince from another colony, though she's never met him.

Appearance: i66.photobucket.com/albums/h268/mysticalmoon_2006/Miscellaneous/Fairies/fairy173.jpg


Pure crystal blue eyes that sparkle when she laughs, Long flowing white blond hair that falls in soft silky streams down past her bottom. Standing at a height of 5 feet with a figure that is soft and curvy. Her skin flawless Ivory. First impression of this beauty is one of innocent, elegance and vulnerability, she has a soft heart that can be easily manipulated.

Personality: Breena is incredibly caring, her affection to all the creatures in the forest is widely known. She is a nurturer, kind in everything she does with a laugh that sounds like the tinkle of beautiful wind chimes and can capture the attention of many. She will never show her anger, is always seen with a soft smile upon her pretty face. Her looks and gentle nature will give others the impression that she is harmless and in need of protection, which in many ways is true. Her ability to control the wind elements around her makes her someone not to take for granted.

Skills: ability to control the wind elements around her and the elements within the forest to a point.

Quote: Kindness will come back to you when you need it.

[Frappe]

Name: Drake
Age: unknown
Race: Nephilim
Abilities: transformation, strength, speed, flight (if wings appear), mind control, fencing

Here he is ... i78.photobucket.com/albums/j108/Master_Aoshi/FallenAngel.jpg

Personality:
Drake is snobbish, selfish, will go to any lengths to accomplish his goals, he will not hold anything back when it comes to fighting. A lone wolf, he journeys by himself and refers to any one who comes with him as ‘parasites’ or ‘unnecessary burdens’

Past:
Drake is a hybrid, a crossbreed between a fallen angel and a human. He hates his father and sought to kill his kin. His mother refused to accept him as his son and banished him. He never saw her again. He journeyed distant lands, seeming to be on the search for his father.


More about him:
Drake disguises himself as a normal human boy with dark hair and eyes. He prefers wearing leather trench coats accessorized with many belts. It remains uncertain, whether he chose the look for stylish reasons or for comfort. Much to the women’s delight, his appearance ultimately attracted the opposite sex and therefore making them swoon over his gothic looks. He had no particular interest in the ‘silly dames’.
His raven dark wings appear occasionally. His real form is a 15 foot giant, with dark wing-formed tattoos inked all over his back. This is the mark, the symbol of all nephilim. He appears more mature in his original form, clenched jaw, intense hatred filled eyes and longer dark hair.

[Elindë]

Name: Blaidd (pronounced Bleye•th) nicknamed ‘Wolf’
Age: early 20s
Race: Skin Changer
Abilities: can change into a European Wolf (hence his name and nickname) at will, as a human: has amazing knife skills, stronger than he should be for his physique

Appearance:
Human: he has a longer, more wolf-like face and doesn’t wear makeup. He’s not as neat, either. Similar dress sense, though.
Wolf: has brown eyes as a wolf as well as as a human

History: Pretty boring really. He grew up in a stone city populated by Skin Changers. Had an average childhood; his family aren’t rolling in money but neither are they impoverished. He was always dreaming of adventure as a child so as soon as he could he left the city to travel the world but returns home every so often to see his family (or when something goes wrong). Even though he’s only been traveling for around 4 years he’s seen a lot; as a wolf he can get to places pretty darn quick.

Personality: fairly easy going so long as you don’t oppose a strong view. He tends to just watch sometimes; he is traveling to see the world after all. He prefers company but if no one else is willing to follow him he will travel alone – he tends to travel between civilisations alone and will quickly ditch a companion who tries to hold him back unless they are a firm friend. He loves partying so long as everyone’s having fun. If he gets really annoyed he just turns into a wolf and runs or attacks in some circumstances. There’s always a long knife on his person somewhere; happily he’s only ever used it to cut rope, help open things etc. so far.
As a wolf it’s best to give him a wide berth. He tends to bite first and ask questions when reverted to human form.

Edit: Basil's just reminded me; when he transforms into a wolf all material possessions disappear into the Etha and return as he shifts back into a human. He spends the vast majority of his time among others as a human.

[Basil]

Name: -unknown-

Nickname(s):
Serp, Neidr, or any other derivation of snake/serpent you can think of. He’ll answer to all of them.

Race: Ophis Pteretos (winged serpent)

Appearance:

At first glance, people assume that Serp is a viper, even though he is small for a viper. His body is light brown in color. White, black and red diamond shaped patches cover his back. The white patches are much larger than the black or red ones. His coloring allows him to hide safely on the forest floor. He is also well camouflaged when he coils around the bark of certain trees, so he has to choose carefully.

History:

Serp is often Blaidd’s companion, but only when the Skin Changer didn't mind having him around. The two of them will always debate about his “race”. Serp claims that he is a Naga, however, Blaidd disagrees. The Skin Changer believes that Serp might actually be another Skin Changer too, albeit one who has forgotten how to change into his human form…

Personality:

If Serp could bark, you’ll definitely agree that his bark is worse than his bite. He loves bantering and would never hesitate to make sarcastic remarks. Despite his jovial personality, he can’t remember a thing about his past. Hence, he is always fabricates fantastic stories about his race and his life history. Although his life history may sound far-fetched at times, he is actually quite a gifted story-teller. He never forgets a story once he heard it, nor gossip apparently. You’ll be surprised at the nuggets of information he tells you at times.

[willow]

Name: Nyala
Age: She's lost count, but looks 25
Species: Dryad

History / Personality: Nyala has seen the destruction of the forests around her and refuses to let it happen again. She trusts no one, not even fairies, to protect her home. She is old beyond comprehension, so incredibly wise. She can use magical combat, but more often uses her magic for the good of the forest. She has inhabited many different trees over the years, so has a roundness of character that that brings. She can be reasonable, but changeable as the wind that blows through her hair. She is instinctive and quick to judge, and altogether dangerous to be around. In the deep past, she fell in love with a naiad, which tarnished her reputation and caused a group of dryads to hate her. When the forest broke up, she was punished by being forced to stay in this forest and protect it. She has been companionless now for thousands of years, and despite the fact that the forest is her home and she sees it as such, every so often she feels caged.

Appearance: Here's a lovely link
images.epilogue.net/users/adorna/dryad2.jpg
Nyala holds herself like a queen. She's got long, hair and it's a rich, deep shade of red. Her eyes are bright green. Her features are quite angular and she's extremely thin and 7ft tall. Her lips are a bright, dark red. She's wearing a deep brown dress - it's got a low neckline and slides off her shoulders if she's not careful, and it's quite tight around her torso and hips, then carries on straight down to her knees with long slits from very high up her thighs. She's barefoot and isn't wearing anything else except a thin copper anklet on her left leg that's so tarnished it's going green. She walks barefoot and carries a bow and arrow and a knife, all made from wood. Don't be reassured, though, her weapons are as deadly as those made from steel. She can poison or heal with a teardrop. Where she steps, flowers spring up; thistles if angry, roses if pleased.

[IceBlade28]

Name: Rebecca Lynn Jordan

Alias: Rebecca (she doesn't remember her middle or last name)

Gender: Female (American born)

Race: Originally human, but has since been augmented into a biomechanical humanoid.

Age: 19 (was 17 when she was 'augmented).

History: Fairly uneventful until she was 17. Upon a vacation in the British Isles, she was kidnapped by a crooked MI-5 agent for rather unscrupulous purposes. She was rescued by the British government, unmolested though somewhat traumatised, and freely deported back to the United States. When she returned to the United States she was seized by the CIA and interrogated for secrets. She was taken to a base at an undisclosed location where she was then carved like a Christmas turkey and physically augmented. No anaesthesia was used, and the pain Rebecca felt drove her so insane that she developed a second personality- Alice, a cold, emotionless, sadistic, psychopathic alter-ego. After her completion, Rebecca became Alice and obliterated the base. She was last seen wandering the wilderness, heading towards a major metropolitan area.

Personality: Rebecca is an incredibly sweet, though shy, girl, and it takes her a long time to warm to many people. Once the connection of 'friend' is established with her, however, she is as loyal as the definition of the word. Due to her size and her fragile mental state, she often doesn't perceive smaller creatures or organisms of a delicate nature. If she becomes too agitated or stressed, or her emotions grow too turbulent, Rebecca often mentally shuts down and allows Alice to emerge, whereupon most every living thing in a one mile radius dies.

Appearance: Eight feet five inches tall, slender with very few curves, with flowing blonde hair and blue eyes. Her skin is a regenerative organic matrix, and therefore has no flaws or scars whatsoever- not even a freckle. Her legs are long and shapely, and her features have the look of mechanical perfection. Overall, an air of the not-quite-human pervades her- very Uncanny Valley, if you get the idea. She doesn't breathe (her lungs were removed during the augmentation).

Skills: She has a supercomputer hotwired into her brain, as well as various brutal weapons grafted onto her being. She can survive without air, in a total vacuum, as well as temperatures up to three thousand kelvent. Her systems will be sluggish and unresponsive as she nears absolute zero, however.

[Elindë]

These two always travel together: Both are human.



Name: Sylvester (no surname)

Former title: Lord. Still called ‘Master’ by Miguel

Age: middle 20s

Appearance: clicky!
Alterations: green eyes rather than red. Usually he has a black cloak over the top of his tunic and he wears his whip either as a belt or across his chest Indiana Jones style.

Height: 5’11

Personality: You don’t want to cross him, put it that way. He doesn’t care what happens really so long as he comes out of it alright and Miguel comes out of it alive. But if he – Miguel – has been disfigured or has had something lopped off Sylvester can live with it. He uses his good looks to gain the trust/ sympathy of others and then he breaks them (which is surprisingly easy for someone with his intelligence). Or at least he used to; nowadays he’s not as eager to tread on the toes of others as he used to be. Let’s face it he needs all the allies he can get.

Background: Sylvester used to be the absolute power of a small chain of islands. His father died when he was seven and his mother didn’t know how to control her cynical, ever so slightly masochistic child so Sylvester got pretty much free rein around the palace. The other children flocked behind him out of either awe or fear, or a mix of the two. When he turned 18 and became an adult he ascended the throne. At first his new subjects were glad to have just the one person as leader again – Sylvester’s court had been jointly ruling for the past 11 years – however it very quickly became apparent that Sylvester wasn’t an entirely fair ruler. But for once the poor had nothing to worry about; the laws that had been set down just under a century ago protecting the poor remained untouched by Sylvester. It was the lower lords (and ladies) of the palace that had to be wary...

Two years after Sylvester’s coronation, minor court officials began to turn up at work with minor injuries such as black eyes, scratches, bite marks and bruising. The injuries seemed to be unconnected, except for the fact that all the recipients had annoyed the ‘Master’ a few days before. This went on for a year or so until one of the higher lords, a man right by Sylvester’s ear, finally put two and two together. He went to confront Sylvester and was never seen alive again. He was found in the river two days later with over a dozen lashes on his back. Heads immediately turned to Sylvester, who vehemently denied all charges brought against him and yelled out that all court officials who wished to try him were traitors. This stopped the public allegations, but not the private ones.

When the murdered advisor’s wife revealed that she was pregnant, Sylvester was forced to leave under the cover of darkness even though there was no evidence that he was the father. By this time the only high court official still loyal to his lord was Miguel which is why the two are now travelling together. Sylvester isn’t best pleased with his companion, but Miguel quickly proved his worth so Sylvester has decided to put up with him for the time being.

oOo

Name: Miguel (no surname)

Former title: Chief Advisor

Age: early 30s

Appearance: clicky! Also has a long sword at his belt
Edit: he's just cut his hair to just below the shoulders. >< men with long hair isn't in fashion where the pair are residing at the moment

Height: 6’1

Personality: Miguel is possibly even more intelligent than Sylvester and certainly knows more information. Crucially, though, he is nowhere near as confident and therefore is more than happy to take the subordinate role in the pairing. He was one of the 7 – 15 yr old children who followed Sylvester – even though Sylvester is his junior – through awe and possibly even a strange form of love. There must be some very strong emotion at work here, whatever it may be, for Miguel to stick by Sylvester all this time. He often finds himself apologising on Sylvester’s behalf... and there’s something strange in Miguel’s usually logical, clear blue eyes when he looks at his ‘Master’. And why does the advisor still call his companion ‘Master’ anyway?

Background: Miguel’s parents and sister are still alive but have no idea what to make of him seeing as he’s travelling in far flung lands with a man charged with rape and murder. But until the murder, Miguel had a very secure family life. For him it was work that provided the difficulties. He was Sylvester’s chief advisor, appointed as such by the lord himself, and therefore he and his family lead a very privileged lifestyle. However this didn’t mean that Sylvester treated him any better than anyone else; Sylvester had never hit Miguel but the poor, ever doting advisor had often found himself on the wrong end of his lord’s poison tongue. Half the time Sylvester didn’t even listen to his advice and on several occasions Miguel walked in on his dear lord while Sylvester was ‘changing the mind’ of someone who disagreed with him. But this only made Miguel all the more convinced that Sylvester has been set up where the murder and ensuing matters are concerned; he is sure that such vile acts surpass even Sylvester’s standards. But is he right? Or is he living a false idyll?

He misses his home sometimes but he’s happy to be travelling with his boyhood hero – he seems to fail to realise that he himself is the most heroic of the pair. So far he has talked Sylvester out of dozens of sticky situations and has directly saved his life three times... and they’ve only been on the run for a couple of years. One good thing has come out of their exile though; for the first time in 15 years a genuine reciprocal friendship, albeit a shaky one, has formed between them. And so long as Miguel keeps saving his lord’s bacon and restrains himself from shoe-licking the relationship should only strengthen.

[Basil]

Name: Archuil (means without life)

Actual Name (not disclosed): Thinden

Age:

Gender: Male

Race: Elf (?)

Appearance:

The first thing you’ll notice about him is his matted shoulder length hair and streaks of deathly pale skin peeking under of grim and filth. His teeth are yellowing and can only be seen whenever he smiles. His big grey eyes appear lifeless. His skeletal appearance makes him shorter than his actual 5’8’’.

Most of the time, he is seen wondering around the harbor in tattered rags. He will only change his raggedy robes after they are being salvaging. He seems to prefer walking around bare footed. No one knows how old he really is, but they’ll gladly tell you that their own grandparents have also seen this mad man wondering the streets since they were children.

Personality:

Unpredictable with moments of supposedly divine inspiration…

Most of the time, he is sitting passively in the street corners in some drug induced haze. A lopsided grin will adorn his pathetic face. In such instances, he is perhaps the happiest thing alive in Sayons. He will laugh for no particular reason or he’ll be telling you the most ridiculous stories you have ever heard. He truly is the best of company when you need a good laugh.

At other times, he is seen walking along the harbor muttering and wringing his hands. This is when he is low on drugs and he is predictably depressed. He will ignore anyone approaching him. He is only interested in you if you have something he wants.

In the rare occasion when he’s lucid, he’ll be standing or sitting at the edge of the pier looking at the sea. He will be sitting there for days without caring about food or drink. He might talk to you if you approach him. No one can be sure because they prefer to avoid him even if he is in a good mood.

History:

One day he’ll tell you that he was a famous dragon slayer. The next day he’ll tell you that he used to be an Elven prince. A month later he’ll have you convinced that he was a druid. Perhaps it is kinder to say that the years of abuse have finally taken its toll on his mind. He no longer remembers who he is or even what he is. Strangely, it’s hard to accept that conclusion because there are times you can still that spark of intelligence in his eyes. So I guess he is trying his best to forget his past…

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Name: Sarah (last name undisclosed)

Age: Appears to be 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: [click]

Personality:

Sarah is straightforward and practical. She would seldom be interested in things that won’t benefit her to the extent that many will feel she’s very spoiled and self centered.

Brief Description:

Sarah claims that she is a daughter of a well-to-do merchant. The way she dresses seems to confirm that she is indeed well-to-do though she tends to behave very crudely. Her brash nature does sit well with the opposite sex.

Many wonder how she landed up with the way she is in the first place. After all, it was no secret that her father sent her to Sayons to take care of her little problem. Apparently, he is hoping that he can still marry her off after that.

Others:

If you observe her carefully, you might be tempted to conclude that she isn’t 18. You are probably right. She is just very mature for her age. Well, mature in the wrong sense.

Quotes:

“I simply took the first man I met to bed with me. The rest was history.”

“I definitely fail as harlot. Sex is nothing. There are way better things to do than to sleep around, so shove off.”

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Name: Giles

Age: Appears to be approaching mid 50

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

There is almost nothing remarkable about the old man sitting at the table beside yours. He looks exactly like any other retiree in Sayons. He is tall and thin. His hair is stringy and graying. It will never turn that lovely fluffy white that most old folks have. A huge scar cuts across his left cheek. The scar stretches from the bottom of his chin all the way to the back of his ear. The ring finger is missing from his left hand. Only a fleshy stump remains.

History:

Giles used to work as an executioner when he was much younger. Now that he is retired and widowed, the elderly man decided to travel for a bit and landed up in Sayons. He has been there for a couple of months. He won’t be staying much longer. He has already paid for his passage on one of the ships. Why don’t you ask him where he is headed?

Quotes:

"You can only be righteous if you has enough money lining your pockets. Me, I don't believe in any of that religious nonsense. I do what has to be done. I regrets nothing."