[Characters] Hero's of the Gates

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The List

CroMagnon	Ire	N	Male Elf	Ranger
Lormador	Crystal	LG	Female Human	Cleric(cloistered) Know/Trickery/Travel
IrishKatt	Parlay Langton	N	Male Lesser Tiefling	Rogue
Koree	Morash Lermath	NG	Male Human	Battle Sorc. -> Dragon Disciple
Monsoon	Rin'diir Ashaylin	CG	Male Half-Elf	Sorcerer
Peter172	Kroth Vanerus	CG	Human Male	Warblade

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[Peter172]

Name: Kroth Vanerus
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class:Warblade
Alignment:Chaotic Good

 

 

These are just a heroforge version of the sheet. It is not complete. I am using them for a reference to complete the sites sheet.

 

Kroth came from a region rife with war, his people were constantly fighting the barony to the west or battling the horrifying monsters that flowed out of the east. His childhood was spent learning the art of war. There was little time for learning to read and write, and little concern for other pursuits.
His people were holding they're own. His ancestors held this land well, especially his father, who by all accounts fought with an almost legendary courage.
His father was Roth Vanerus, a man he never knew, a man who when called upon to defend his country packed and left immediately, even though it was obvious that it pained him greatly to leave his beloved wife and child behind.
Koth's father was certainly a legend in his mind, and he aspired to be as brave and noble as his father.
But there came a day when his life changed... A time of great despair and suffering for all in the region.
Their enemies had somehow come to a mutual agreement.
The combined forces swept his peoples lands and wiped out all but a few. Those that survived were the last ones left in the castle's keep, the toughest defensive position, and the only option left to the defenders. They escaped through the secret underground tunnels, built for just such an occasion.
When they emerged, Kroth, his brother Gonth and a few of the remaining nobles were left.
They traveled to the south, hoping to avoid the enemy, but they were tracked, and after a brutal and bloody battle Kroth was forced to retreat, his brother and friends were slaughtered. He tried to save them but the enemies outnumbered him five to one.
He thought all was lost to him and wandered in despair until he happened upon a village under attack by the unholy monsters that roamed the land.
There were women and children cowering in fear, while the men fought desperately with whatever weapons were available. Some with pitchforks, some with swords hastily recovered from their homes. The battle was a hopeless one, Kroth thought, but that was about to change... He strapped his helm on, slung his massive shield over his arm and waded into the fray with an inarticulate scream of rage and blood-lust.
The fight was a slaughter, the monsters couldn't penetrate his defenses and his sword was a crimson blur of death.
The inhabitants if the village thanked him profusely and rewarded him with a small amount of silver and even a few gold pieces.
That was the start of his new career, he travels the lands helping to fight back the rising tide of darkness, sometimes for gold, and sometimes just to help out when no one else can....

 

A massive hulking brute of a man, with multiple scars on his face, the most predominant being a jagged, poorly stitched one running from his hairline to his left jawbone.
Light brown hair tied often in a ponytail to keep it out of the way and dark green eyes.
He is often wearing his heavy plate armor and carrying an assortment of weapons and a massive shield.
He is a fairly handsome man, but a hard life of fighting and watching the horrors of the evil monsters has left him scarred physically and emotionally.

 

His eyes are cold and distant and he has a hard time trusting people, but is known to be fiercely loyal to his friends.
He has a secret love of stories and will sit for hours listening to a bard or other story teller. He also purchases, whenever possible, books that he has learned to read and come to love. He often reads the same book over and over, as he is often on the road and has a hard time obtaining new ones.
He wants to someday retire a wealthy man and have his own library full of all the greatest books imaginable, but for now his path is uncertain, and he feels he may not get his library after all, for there is always someone in need, and few who would risk all to save them.
So on he travels... hoping for money, glory, battle... and a good book.

[Monsoon]

Originally Posted by Monsoon

 

While at first glance Rin might seem quite shallow and two-dimensional, there's more going on there than meets the eye. As the only child of a mild (one might as well say it, boring) middle-class family in the quaint little hamlet of Tarrlin's Reach, Rin's childhood was quite dull. Until one fateful day (how often do we hear that?)... A traveling magician had come to town, well versed in the magic of color. Young Rin, having been restricted to a quite boring lifestyle, was in real danger of becoming boring himself, but was fascinated by the magician, who had deigned to show off his skills to a group of the village children. He created waving banners of colors the like of which Rin had never seen! They flashed and rippled easily through the spectrum of color: burning red shaded to vibrant orange, which faded into shining yellow, which deepened to verdant green, which shimmered into sparkling blue, which fizzed into mysterious indigo, which finally whirled into pulsating violet. It was then that one of the bigger children (whom most would call a "bully") gave Rin a sharp shove. The hapless young Rin stumbled into - and through - the veil as it turned violet... promptly teleporting him across time and space to a (relatively) safe spot in the Plane of Madness. The traveling wizard, his power being not-inconsiderable, fished the poor child back to the Material Plane in the space of a few minutes, but that quick peek into insanity cemented Rin's fascination with eccentricity - most evident in his enjoyment and love of color. As Rin matured, this abrupt change in personality mandated a change of locale - so as soon as he could support himself, Rin relocated to the city of Lanra (and to this day has pleasant, loving - if long-distance - relations with his parents, who are quite satisfied with their rather mediocre lives, thank you). Rather short of coin at the moment (thanks to the far-reaching and complicated consequences of a dye job gone wrong), Rin is quite contentedly traveling with the caravan at the moment - those fifty gold pieces will go a long way to replacing his wardrobe (and, of course, the ceiling of the local apothecary in which the "experiment" took place).

 

Rin is what we like to call a "character" (if we're feeling generous), or a "quirky loon" (if we're not). It's not his personality (most) - Rin has a number of things going for him in that regard, namely intelligence, curiosity, friendliness, humor (we'll come back to that), cleverness, and what wisdom he's managed to acquire during his lifetime. It's mainly the quirks that lead people to label Rin "eccentric". You see, Rin is fascinated with color. Not to the point of it being debilitating or distracting, but members of a group containing Rin (or complete strangers, as has been the case more than once) are likely to find themselves the target of well-intentioned suggestions on what color of tunic goes best with their hair color, or how a certain jacket might bring out the color of their eyes. The colors of Rin's environment also have a great affect on Rin's mood - while he doesn't mind rain, a drab, gray day is quite likely to find a snappish, irritable Rin, while a bright sunny day will probably create an almost annoyingly-chipper Rin.

 

Rin stands about 5'9" - a bit below-average for his race. Dark auburn hair hangs in waves down to his shoulders; Rin's hair is his only (or, alternatively, most prominent) vanity. He usually keeps it out of his face with a colorul cloth headband (usually blue). Rin's eyes are near-turquoise in color and usually filled with a smile. He prefers to dress comfortably, but colorfully. In fact, Rin's taste in clothing has been called "mountebank-worthy" by some of his detractors (which, conversely, has made Rin stubbornly flaunt his... eccentric taste in color.)

 

Rin knows that color holds magical power - he's seen it. His main goal (and focus for the forseeable future) is to unlock this power for himself - however, it should be known that Rin forms attachments to people quite easily, and loyalty is a trait with which he is well acquainted. That, combined with his innate friendliness, lends itself well to supporting the "epic quests!" of others.

Sheet done! http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=12397

[Koree]

Name: Morash Lermath
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Battle Sorcerer 1
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

 

Background: Morash had been born and risen in a quiete small, rural town named Ellamas. It was a really beautifull place he grew up in with a small lake to swim and fish, lot's of plains to run and play on and a rather big forest to play hide and seek in. Strangly none of those things really mattered to Marosh as he had but one place he loved to stay in - the town's tavern named 'The Blue Swallow'. A rather shabby old house but never the less warm and welcoming with acceptable dishes, a beautifull hostess and great booze to boot. Not that appealing to a small child on the first glaze, but it was the old, beardy man that had cought Marosh's attention. No one knew his name, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway as he ran by simple 'Storyteller'. Fascinating and flashy were the tales he told, paired up with the old man's gestures, almost performing formed an experience almost every villager enjoyed to the utmost.

No matter what tale, the protagonist was allways the same one - Soral, a warrior as strong as a dragon - and moreover Morash's great - great - grandfather. Day after day the young boy listened mesmerized to the storyteller, day after day he grew more and more of the great hero Soral. And honestly spoken beeing that man's decent was to Morash's liking, too. As time went by the boy started to notice the beautifull landscape too, but Morash didn't use it the way the other children did. On the plains he trained his legs and overall movement, swimming is a nice workout, too and the forest was filled with material and targest to hone his swordskills.

The years flew by as Morash grew up, training his body on the day, listening and learning from the storyteller in the night. It was clear to him that he just had to follow in Soral's footsteps - an in the storyteller's, too. And not long after he finally left his hometown to make a name for himself and spread Soral's tale he got wind of Lanra's chaos gate caravan to Darr. Morash didn't have to think about it twice, beeing part of a chaos gate activation was one of the easiest ways to get known these days. And rather sooner than later all of his fellow traverlers had heard of Soral and his epic battles, willingly or not.

Personality: Cheerfull and friendly, likely to lend a helping hand. At the same time he is rather fond of himself and even more of his ancestor Soral Lermath. Insulting his ancestor or anyone else he has taken a liking of will easly get you to Morash's bad side.

Physical Description: Morash is rather short beeing just about 4'4'' tall but rather muscular and sturdy built, weighing 150 labs. His hair is despite his young age ashgrey, long and rather well tended. Together his bushy eyebrows, the broad goatee, his light green eyes and his pale skin he looked rather interesting - the first step of beeing a sucessfull storyteller, as he was once told. Because of this he also prefers to wear clothes that emphasize his muscular body, except for those moments he had to don his armor and take up his longsword to drive had into battle.

Future goals: At the moment Morash has basically two big goals. One is spreading his ancestor's tales as far as word may reach so that everyone will come to know of his greatness. And the second one is to write and live his own big story so that he too will optain 'immortality' through the words of storytellers like he was.

[IrishKatt]

Parlay Langton
A fun witty rogue, who sees the world in a different light

Race:
Lesser Tiefling

Gender:
Male

Class:
Rogue or if you'll allow this

Alignment:
Neutral
Reasoning: He knows reason, and he knows law, but finds them too restricting; though chaos is something that causes too much havoc and destruction. Good and Evil are two heads on the same coin, to argue such would be arguing semantics, and the only way to win that argument is to stop the other side from breathing. Sad but true. One persons hero, is another persons villain.

Background:

Parlay grew up in a medium sized house in a large city, where his mother took care of the family. Parlay had in total three brothers and sisters. That is half brothers and sisters. There were four children in all, and the result of the mixture of children as astonishing. Their mother either liked to stay culturally diverse in her bed partners, OR, was a concubine of the town for a short while, you'll see what I mean in a second.

Parlay's sisters were a Half-orc, and a Half-elf, his brother, an Aasimar. Yes a totally strange and diluted family, but all of them lived happily together. As they grew up They began to go their separate paths, and left the house in their own due time. Parlay was the youngest, and his sister Ohgra (the half0orc) The oldest, then his Brother Aaras, the Aasimar, and after Parlay, came Brill his half-elf sister. Ohgra took up the mantle of Paladin, Aaras took up the mantle of Wizard, and Brill took up the mantle of Monk. All of whom had respectable positions in the city, and were well on their way to persuing a career. Parlay was of course the black sheep and decided that he would put his skill to use for fun. Much to his mothers dismay, as Parlay would have made an excellent future spy, or other such occupation, had he put his mind to it.

Had he put his mind to it, Parlay would have been able to do quite a bit with his life. Nice house, a family perhaps, but instead he traveled and left to see the world for what it was. This is how he got on in this little job to the Gates of Chaos, see money did not grow on trees, and as easy as it was to play eat or be eaten, he didn't like the inside of a cell to much; as he had been there many a time before. So he hopped on with this job; deciding that since he had never seen the Gates of Chaos before, that it would be a worth while trip, and 50 gold for a wagon ride was a cake walk.

Personality:

Parlay is a nice witty person, always willing to add in his two bits and try to make light of most all situations. Though some look down on his certain set of skills and talents he tells them that one must use what they were given with to pursue a life that makes them happy. That is how he lives. Due to his Laid back personality (often too laid back) Parlay has very relaxed views on the world, and claims that good and evil are lines that are too blurred to be told apart.

Physical Description:

The young tiefling stands about 5' 8 and looks more so than not, like his blood is tainted by an infernal creature. Reddish tinted skin, pointed canine teeth (which can't be seen when he talks normally), a tail with a pointed end of course, and most notably a pair of small twisting horns protruding from his forehead. His feet are cloven hooves, the clicking sound heard by most hooves is not present as he does not wear "horse-shoes". He dresses in nicely crafted leather armor that has a banded look to it, for maneuverability, and functionality, it also looks pretty neat (according to Parlay)

Future goals:

Parlay wishes to one day be able to put his skills to use for something worth while, but more notably he wishes to do something note-worthy. Something bards will sing about for years to come, something wizards will write about in their books for decades, and something the monks, clerics, and paladins will see in all characters like Parlay, for eons to come.

[Lormador]

Name: Syra
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Class: Cleric (Cloistered) of Travel and Trickery
Alignment: LG

Background: Syra is from a gypsy family, and she grew up on the road, learning her trade from her parents. She always believed she could hear spirits speaking with her, and this facet of her life grew stronger with the passing years and the horrors of war. More and more she began to dwell in her own world and hold conversation with spirits, growing ever more distracted as the years passed. Finally, her inattention led to an ambush by orcs, and her family was killed. She apprenticed herself at a monastery, penniless, but was kindly taken in. She managed to put her talents to use, and became a promising disciple. Still, the tenents of her religion dictate that she not remain in the temple forever, but travel the world doing what good she can.

Personality: Syra is now attentive and careful, generally trying to help her fellow creatures and doing so with a sense of humor. Behind this learned behavior, though, lurks tremendous sadness at the loss of her family and her futile attempts to become truly happy. She acts only out of a sense of benevolence and duty, gaining little satisfaction for herself.

Physical Description: Syra is a bright young woman, of dark hair and brown eyes, who generally wears a faint smile and tends to laugh at her own jokes. Physically she is frail and unassuming.

Future goals: She would like to complete her training, convinced that she will know when this has been accomplished, and pass on the teachings of the spirits to another. She does not worship a particular deity, but believes that everything alive has a spirit and that by communing with these spirits, one brings forth aspects of oneself. This can be channeled into magic.

Special Reason to Open the Gate at Darr: Opening the gate is something she has dreams about- sometimes nightmares- and she is sure that it will contribute to her understanding of herself and the world around her. Practically, she believes opening the gates and protecting them will help the races of the world communicate and be unified, preventing war and allowing them to help each other in times of trouble.

[CroMagnon]

Name: Ire
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Class: Ranger (archer)
Alignment: True Neutral, but, depending on the parties decisions, he could become good/evil, lawful/chaotic

Background: He lived with his family all of his young life, in a rather secluded forest deep within the Elven lands, and was cared for well by his mother and father. However, the Great War occurred when he was just a young soul, years until he was to become a fully-fledged adult. Their god had abandoned them. His mother was killed, and his fathers body was never found, he still holds hope of seeing him again. So he grew up hating the gods, men, and even other Elves. In time, his anger faded, as did his youth. Now an elf of 120 years, his past is now well and truly behind him, and though he now no longer has any hate left for gods and men, he still distrust them. He learnt the ways of the bow during the war. He never knew when or where his next meal would come from, so it always helps to have a back up plan when you run out of bread and grubs. Thanks to this skill he can now gain work protecting caravans, customers, and, sometimes attacking other caravans.

After the war, there was only one thought in his mind. Revenge on the god who had given up on his village and family. He searched for clues to his whereabouts all over the land, his anger pushing him forward everyday. Then he came to an old battlefield. Most of the corpses had been buried or burnt, but at this time there were more important tasks to be done than seeing to the countless dead. Rebuilding the ruined city a little to the north for example. Still, someone had taken the time to erect a small sign, a memorial, on the edge of the field. It said: “The War of the Gods claimed many. In this battle, IrminLeahl, God of hunters and marksmen, was destroyed, along with several hundred of his followers. Remember them.” At this moment, all of his anger and hate disappeared, as he knelt by the sign. The god was long gone. All of his trouble and pain had been for nothing, but rather than feeling angry or frustrated, he felt relived. All of his hatred had evaporated, and he knew that there was no point in throwing your life away after revenge.

Personality: Happy most of the time, but deadly serious when he is angered or faced with danger. He does not mind any race over much, and gets along with dwarves, unlike most of his race. Here are some words which describe him better. Cheerful, optimistic, quick to anger, contemplative, enjoys stories.

Physical Description: Very young, and a typical angled elven face. Blue eyes, dark brown hair and wears comfortable leather armour. Often smiles. His hight is about… 5’ 8‘’, and lean, like the rest of his race.

Future goals: At the moment, his main goal is to get by, have fun, and pass time. But, in his heart, he know he want to look for his lost father.

Okay, I hope I got the gold bit right.

[kraden]

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