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Post by Dracafrey on Jul 23, 2006 5:38:57 GMT 1
Name: Dracafrey Consio Age: Unknown Species: Unknown Gender: Male Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: Not of this world Height: 5’11” Weight: 180 lbs Hair Colour: Silver Eye Colour: Silver Additional Features: Education: Uncertain Preferred weapons: Swords and Magic
Family
Marital Status: Single Mother: Sonia Consio (deceased) Father: Miguel Consio (deceased) siblings: None
Physical Appearance: Dracafrey’s skin fairly tanned and wears an outfit not of this world. It has an eerie black shimmer to it as it rests on his body, but to the normal eye it would just look like studded leather armour. His silver like hair drapes down to his shoulders when its free from being covered by a black hood and cape that is lined with a gold trim with strange markings on the shoulders of the cape only he knows what they mean. Leather black pants and straps on the sides and fashionable boots that only the rich knights could possible afford. Hidden underneath his cape was strapped two blades for combat who dare crossed his path. The blades were spectacular in design and beauty. The hilts wear laced with silver and gold as all along the blade itself wear engravings of a language never known to Erumara.
Background: His mother Sonia was the most intelligent person of her time, who blessed her son Dracafrey with the gift of her wisdom. As for his father Miguel, the lord of Darkness himself was slain by creature known as Brona. But His father had done this willingly for only to give his son the power of hell itself and his strength. Brona took Dracafrey in as one of his knights of apocalypse and pushed him to his limits and beyond. With each passing battle Dracafrey had fought, win or lose, one-sided to his advantage or not. His power, skill, and knowledge would double. Knowing this Dracafrey kept his powers down enough to allow Brona think he would still be more powerful then him. The group of apocalypse knights all had gained signet crests. For Dracafrey they had appeared on the shoulders of his cloak. As the wars had ended and they had succeeded, Dracafrey left his world he knew and found Erumara. Which seemed much like his own World. At first only taking watch of its people and their ways of life. As he began to plot a scheme to destroy and take over Erumara for himself.
Personality Profile: Has no patience for the weak and hates the opposer's of his ambitions. He is very intelligent and quick thinking, has no tolerance beating around the bush. For conversations he would rather fight then actually talk, but will converse with a select few who he deems worthy.
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Post by Dracafrey on Jul 23, 2006 12:43:31 GMT 1
Name: Vyse Arson Age: 4025 Species: Human Gender: Male Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: village out of Erumara Height: 5’11” Weight: 150 lbs Hair Colour: Brown Eye Colour: Greenish-blue Additional Features: Education: Self Trained Preferred weapons: Swords and some magics
Family
Marital Status: Singel Mother: unknown Father: unknown Siblings: none
Physical Appearance: Vyse wears a homemade shirt which is cut at the shoulders revealing his full arms. On the shirt which looked like some magical form of leather arm, was buckles and clips along the sides holding it on. Tied to the back was one sword which himself had forged specially for himself. His skin was well tanned and under the rays of the sun, his hair shimmered. His pants were similar to his shirt, buckles along the sides which were lined with gold. His boots worn slightly from his traveling, but other then that in fair condition, the black leather laced in some gold which also like his pants and shirt had buckles.
Background: As Vyse was growing up he was gifted a little magic. At the time magics to only protect himself if he was in any danger. When Vyse had just turned 25, he was confronted by a strange old woman who gave him a proposition. Which was either live and kill innocent children he had saved from burning village. Or live forever cursed if he let them live. Vyse’s decision was easy, he wouldn’t ever kill the innocent but by that choice he had cursed himself to live forever. Friends and family he knew grew old and died while he lived on, hes seen empires rise and fall. Vyse has had tried to die and remove this curse that this old woman had put apon him but without any success of doing so. He was happily married once but once again the curse of immortality took its toll. Vyse’s heart shattered as his wife had died, not wanting to live with the pain of loved ones dying any longer he decided to not get involved with anyone again. As wars raged in Erumara, Vyse gave his sword to the king to fight off the evil. For his thousands years of living, he had trained his mind and body so he was a master of the sword and magic.
Personality Profile: Vyse is quite and keeps to himself. He’s generous and helps others in need. If he was pulled into a conversation he will speak his mind or if there are matters to be discussed he would pursue the person he needs to speak too.
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Post by Dracafrey on Jul 26, 2006 20:00:55 GMT 1
Name: Kael Wilhaven Age: 110 Species: Half Human-Half Elf Gender: Male Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: Unknown Height: 5’11” Weight: 165 lbs Hair Colour: Reddish Brown Eye Colour: Green Additional Features: Education: Elders with the Forest of Erumara Preferred weapons: Bows
Family
Marital Status: Single Mother: Lily Wilhaven Father: Mills Wilhaven Siblings: Akio
Physical Appearance: Kael’s hair extends down to his shoulders completely straight with no curls. A few bangs dangle in front of his face as the rest are pushed back out of the way. The clothing he wears was personally crafted for his own body and so was the bow he uses. The vest like shirt he wears was given and made by on of his friends. Crafted with only nature’s resources and being blessed by nature itself formed it so an almost in penetrable. Its colour changed with its surrounds, in the shadows it would turn to black and morph with the darkness, in the forest it would change it browns of many colours. For this vest would normally weigh incredibly much, but being blessed the gods of forest it felt as light as a feather and was as strong as solid rock. Kael’s leg garments wear black with golden circlets to hold the leggings on. With dagger placements on either side of his ankles if he ever needed them. Higher by his waist where the pants held firmly against his body was trimming of gold and sapphire. Also with him he carries his self crafted bow which he modifies to make better each time. As well as a pack of arrows which both are normally slung over his back. Background: Growing up in the forest of Erumara, Kael was taught by the elders of their ways of the forest and their knowledge. Though much before the elders had began to teach Kael, they were very much afraid of him. Due to his power and skill with a bow, but during his young age his parents taught him of his past family heritage and its enormous power and trained him themselves until the elders stepped in. Many years past before Kael stepped away from the elders wishes, who they tried to control him so he wouldn’t turn on them. After he had left the elders against their wishes, though he would never kill them he preferred to no longer live in their village. With the knowledge from his family and elders he would be capable of pretty much anything. The knowledge such like an unlimited supply of arrows and the capability too strengthen and improve his bows. Too this day he walks among the trees of Erumara not caring for the town outside it though knowing of the evil presence lingering over it.
Personality Profile: Depending on rather you would be friend or foe, either to the forest or himself he will first shoot you and then ask questions later. But for the most part if someone entered into the forest looking for safety or help he would most surely give it.
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Post by Dracafrey on Nov 29, 2006 17:58:35 GMT 1
Name: Kozlak Mitra Age: Species: Vampire Ancient Gender: Male Date of Birth: -- Place of Birth: Erumara Village Height: 5' 10" Weight: 145 lbs Hair Colour: Dark Brown Eye Colour: Crimson Yellow Additional Features: Tattoo of his Vampiric crest on his left shoulder. Education: Self-educated and mentored. Preferred weapons: Two specially crafted short swords.
Family
Marital Status: unattached Mother: Ameila Mitra Father: Korgan Mitra Siblings: None
Physical Appearance: Kozlak dresses in a black outfit, his shirt made of hard leather which was burned slowly to give it it's black colour. This armour shirt doesn't hinder any movement, and has silver buckles to hold it to his body. His boots and pants are both also made of this strange darkened leather material. Also having silver buckles on the pants down the sides of his legs which covers over the silver buckles on the boots. On the back of his waist and lower back, his two specially crafted weapons hung across eachother. And a cape completely black which was lined with a soft gold trim. Several dagger hung on the inside of the cloak as well as a secondary weapon.
Background: Many centuries ago, near the beginning of time, Kozlak was only a little child in a tiny village called Erumara. He was only an average boy, who lived an average life, playing games with the other children for many years. When he had just began to enter into his teen years, a shadow covered the village. On a full moon lit night, shadows flew over the top of the village. One minute it was pitch quiet and then the next there was screams and panic. His parents had rushed out of their house, leaving Kozlak alone in bed alone to see that their small village was being attacked by vampires. Kozlak's father Korgan ran back into the house to get his son, only to see a vampire over his son. Korgan panic'd and shoved a wooden stack through the cursed beast, hoping to save his son. The vampire roared from the pain and pulled away from the child. His eyes glowed fiercly and attacked Korga, sending him through several walls of the house. When Korgan had regained conscienceness the vampire had fled and left his son, barely alive. Korgan and Ameila preyed that their son wouldn't become everything they feared and hated. Months had passed with no notice of Kozlak becoming a vampire, until on a night just like the one they were attacked. Kozlak's eyes changed to a bright crimson yellow and fangs grew in his mouth. Unable to control the power of his change, he slaughtered the village before he fled into the forest. As he ran through the dark eerie forest which felt like hours. Kozlak stopped suddenly in shock as he saw an enormous mansion in front of him, that had an ghostly run down look to it. He carelessly entered into what he thought was a vacant building, but really it was the home to hundreds of vampires. While walking through the mansion he was confronted by two men. Startling him a bit they escorted him to a certain room of the mansion, which he then felt strangely at ease to see vampires throughout the room and the men that had escorted him as well. A creature sitting in the throne across the room motioned Kozlak to come to him. He spoke to Kozlak for many hours, explaining to him what he has become. A vampire unlike any other, one that had incredible amounts of knowledge, more speed, agility and strength then any normal vampire, and also that he would be the only one of their kind to be able to walk the lands during the day. Kozlak could hardly believe the things this creature told him, but none the less he still took his words seriously. The creature took Kozlak under his wing and trained him to the best of his abilities, until one day Kozlak had surpassed his mentor. The creature had spoken with Kozlak that he would be the vampires new leader when he died. Kozlak accepted the privledge that was offered, only to be faced with the death of his mentor a few days later.
Many years had passed since the death of his mentor and Kozlak only became more knowledgeable and powerful. When the great war began no one was prepared. This war between the vampires and the human's lasted for months. Many deaths occuring on both sides, though nearing the end the vampires were outnumbered and soon to lose. The last day of the great war, which too was the last day Kozlak has ever been seen. Kozlak took a stand in the middle of the field as the human's had circled around and closed in on him. Kozlak's crimson yellow eyes glowed brightly as he stared the humans down in broad daylight, as then the human's made their attack. It took seconds for Kozlak to disppear among the the crowd, as then human bodies rippled outwards in a wave, being pushed away from Kozlak. Only seconds had passed when gail force winds formed a tunnel of wind around the humans and himself, trapping the rest of the humans with him. His Vampiric roar was the last thing that was heard when the winds had ceased. Human bodies were found everywhere, in peices and blood spattered everywhere. Though Kozlak's body was nowhere to be found, not even a single trace of him was among the debris. What was left of the great cuven had vanished that night from the lands to begin again. Only stories were passed on through the generations of the tails of Kozlak and his great triumph in the great war. And now in the present, most people, vampires included, believe that Kozlak is just some legend, some made up story as it was passed through the generations, and some that do believe that he was real believe he died in the 'Great War' that occured centuries ago.
Personality Profile: Usually quiet, but will speak if spoken too. Doesn't really engage in mindless banter. He prefers to watch people from a distance to more understand their movements and he has self-control over his temper. But if pushed, that person may live to regret it. --or may not live at all.--
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Post by Dracafrey on May 5, 2011 15:23:01 GMT 1
Name: Venorik Arisa Age: Unknown Species: Half Elf Gender: Male Date of Birth: Unknown Place of Birth: Mount Adbyrron Height: 5'8" Weight: 120 Lbs Hair Colour: Brown Eye Colour: White Additional Features: Education: Secret Society of Assassins Preferred weapons: Two Short Swords, Daggers, Darts, traps
Family
Marital Status: Single Mother: Diseased Father: Diseased Siblings: None
Physical Appearance: Dark Purple bodysuit with black straps to hold his many daggers and shurikens along his belt and his double short swords across his back.
Background: Venorik was born and lived in a secret society all his life. Training daily to become an assassin like nothing the world has ever known. His was born for this purpose, his skill was unmatched even at a young age when they began to train him. The skills and techniques came to him like it does breathing air. Years passed, his training becoming stricter and more demanding, testing his limits as well as his fellow colleagues which finally came to their final assignment, their first kill. During the middle of the night of a cold dreary night the fledglings of the society left to take on their final assignments to prove they are worthy. Venorik stood outside the entrance to the society he had grown up in, watching as his colleagues left to take on their final assignment. As each of his colleagues left his sight, he decided to head for the city of Erumara, where his target would be awaiting him sort of speak. Venorik Perched himself on top of the roof top next to his targets’ house and watched as he did his meaningless tasks. Leaping from the roof to the alleyway below he stalked his towards a closed window, unlatching it skilfully and prying it open silently and sneaking inside unaware. Venorik stalked his prey into the man’s bedroom where he had just climbed into bed for the night, pulling a dagger engraved with the Society’s insignia and hovered it over the man’s throat. For most trainee’s at this point would stutter and freeze trying to decide on whether to kill their target, Venorik did not. His hand fell swiftly the sharp dagger sinking into the unknown man’s soft flesh, his eyes flaring open quickly as he felt the searing pain in his throat as he quickly died from blood loss. With no emotion Venorik left the house swiftly leaving the dagger stuck in the man’s throat and made his way back to the society. Upon arrival to the society he was greeted handsomely, congratulating him on his worthiness. His other colleagues that had ventured out that night only half of them came back that night, the others he thought must have failed and fled or were killed upon attempting there assignment either or Venorik did not care. Later the next day the grandmaster summoned the remaining recruits and gave them their ceremonies of acceptance into the Society, Saving Venorik for last. “Welcome to the Society Venorik, you hold great promise, don’t let use down.” as he branded a seal around his ring finger making him a complete assassin of the society. Years had passed, doing simple assignments, honing his skills, perfecting his skills and kills, and one night as he traveled back to the society like any other time before, he noticed a fire in the distance. Racing towards it he stopped a distance away hiding in the shadows as he witnessed Soldiers from Erumara killing off the society one by one, saving the grandmaster for last, as they then set ablaze everything to leave no evidence. Venorik growled firmly as he bore witness as he then fled from his only home he had ever known to become a lone assassin for hire.
Personality Profile: Cold and stern, Hardly any sense of humor, better to stay on his friendly side then his bad one, they don’t stay alive to long. Silent and mysterious and prefers to be alone.
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