[Characters] Character info

[Frostfire]

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[TheTad]

Name: Fon
Race : Elf
Class: Druid/Ranger
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good


Personality: Fon is a determined man. Ever since his entire town burned up at the hands of dragons, his goal was to find out whoever caused it and protect other elves along the way. He will stop at nothing to achieve that, and is willing to do it alone if need be. Around those he calls his friends, he is a very kind person, though he keeps to himself often. He has what people would call a heart of steel, and would do anything to protect the ones he has left. The only one he has left now, though, is his forest.


Back story: For the most part, Fon had a good childhood. His parents loved him very much and his best friend was the family wolf, Moonbeam. But when he was only 10 years old, the tiny settlement that he lived in was attacked by a group of red dragons while he was playing in a nearby field with Moonbeam and his childhood friend, Tanir. They ran as far away from the town as fast as they could, but as far as Fon knew, everyone else was gone. Grief-stricken, Fon and Tanir made a blood bond and promised each other that they would stick together.

They wandered the countryside until they were taken in by a druid circle who raised them and taught them their way. For the coming years, they grew wiser and more powerful by learning the ways of the druid.

When they decided that they were old enough to leave, they entered a large town looking for work and a place to live. While they were there, they ran into a notorious gang in the town. They got into a huge fight, and Tanir was slain. Fon and Moonbeam ran away once more, and Fon was filled with grief again.

From then on, Fon decided to train himself to become a keeper of the wilderness and a slayer of dragons. He wanted to be alone, where he could learn this and not get attatched to anyone.

Years later, he found a caravan that was being attacked by orcs. Wanting to help, Fon leapt into the action. Unfortunately for him, the battle was lost, and he was taken prisoner. They managed to take his belongings, but when the orcs tried to take Moonbeam, the wolf prooved too viscous for them, and they left him alone. When they got the chance, Fon organized an escape. Thanks to the orcs preoccupied with the dragon, they almost got out. A vortex appeared though, and he was transported into a strange new world...

[thuglife236]

Name: Tobias Tremblay
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Class: Sorcerer

Character Link: http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=29935


Description: Tall and slender, at first glance Tobias hardly seems threatening. Where most stand tall and proud, he slouches, partly due to his extensive time spent huddled over scrolls and ancient artifacts. His facial features are quite handsome, and his deep blue eyes are accentuated by his shaved head. He keeps a well-trimmed goatee, and dresses in robes of wild shades of blue. He has a small pocket on the inside of his robe, where his pet viper "Butu" is often seen peering out from the front of his chest.

Background: As the eldest of three in a royal family, Tobias had what many would call a sheltered lifestyle. The least rambunxious of his siblings, Tobias had a passion for reading and conversing. While his father spent countless hours teaching his brother and sister the intricacies of martial arts, Tobias looked to harness a deep power inside of him. Gaining support only from his mother, he gathered some necessities and gold his mother could sneak into his travelling bag.

That seemed decades ago, like he had the lifespan of his newly found advisor, a kindly middleaged elf who had seen more in his lifetime than Tobias' father and grandfather combined. He didn't have the patience of his mentor though. In an attempt to salvage a tooth from an orc, Tobias rushed himself into a scuffle, underestimating one orc in particular. He enjoyed hand to hand combat, using his snakelike whip, with tiny daggers that snap shut on enemies like the fangs of his favored companion. He had easily dismantled two of the large beasts, when he turned to the remaining orc and took a morningstar to the temple.

He woke after what had seemed like an eternity. Where in the Nine Hells have I landed myself now? His head was throbbing, and he could tell from the swelling that it had left a mark on his cheek. Imprisoned by orcs. For someone as intelligent as Tobias was he lacked any sort of common sense, sizing up a fight was never his style.

Looking across the room, he saw many more intelligent humanoids, imprisoned just like him, and first seeing his travelling comrade Butu gave him an immediate wave of serenity. "Now let's find some trustworthy friends Thad," Tobias whispered to Thad (and was known quite often to do) "And figure out how to get out of here."

[Dirk]

Name: Berten
Race: Human
Class: R1/F2
Gender: M
Alignment: NG

 

Personality: Berten is a rangy man, strong but not bulky, with sharp, hawkish facial features often set in a grim expression. This trait, combined with a long scar on his left cheek, and dark, deep-set eyes, gives him something of a dour, even ugly, appearance. Long black hair, and a black moustache and long goatee frame his features and further emphasize his seriousness. His looks reflect his personality, as he devotes much of his time to the reading of old manuscripts on all subjects, but particularly on swordsmanship. He is devoted to becoming a truly great master of blades in time. In the meantime, his studious nature does not preclude a strong taste for exploration and adventure, nor does it entirely prevent him from having a sense of humour, if a somewhat dark one.

 

Back story: Barten was raised in relative luxury as the son of a merchant. However,at a fairly young age he left home to take up life first briefly as a sailor, and then as an explorer and adventure, specializing in gaining entry to forbidden areas through the use of disguise and guile. His love for reading and deciphering old manuscripts stemmed from this activity. More recently, he has found himself involved in more violent activities, and developed his capability with the sword. In the last of a series of running engagements against an Orc tribe, he was knocked unconscious and captured, along with some other members of the band of defenders he was fighting alongside.

[Zin]

Name: Saheya Moonshadow
Race: Elf
Class: Ranger3 (Archery style)
Gender: Female
Alignment: N

 

Saheya has a long and elegant face, accompanied by pale mark-less skin. Her chin is also quite narrow, adding to the overall softness her face has. Saheya also holds blanket and somewhat doll like eyes of a shining green hue which look like tiny mirrors to the unobservant eye. She has long, thin green eyebrows and below a small and thin pale nose (if you ever see it). The female elf’s mouth is also quite small and narrow, presuming a meekness and a general silence about it (also if you ever see it). Her hair is of an emerald green as the back of it lays straight down her spine and the front wavy down the sides of her docile face.

Saheya has a long and thin 5’6 ft. frame, weighing at about 129 lbs. She has with her a small and intuitive yet hesitant posture, taking in as less space as possible often crossing her legs and arms and/or slouching.

She wears with her, simple ranger’s clothes which are colored green and brown (I don’t like spending that much time on describing clothes because they are subject to change). However the most attention grasping item in her attire is the skintight black mask that comes up from underneath her shirt, thus covering her lower face which includes her chin, mouth, cheeks, and nose.

 

Saheya is quite the silent and meek person; however she has an expansive view on the world and other smaller things. She doesn’t like to get involved with loud and oppressive things or forces, but she does like to watch them as it is soothing to her. Nature is also soothing to her because of its gentleness and she often enjoys staring out at its beauty and wonder. She doesn’t feel like she fits in with the “city” life and will often avoid or completely shun it once she crosses it. She will however fight to protect what is important and close to her, the important things close to her being her friends among other possessions. She cares not about “honor” or “reputation” and mostly looks down on people who do, as she believes that titles serve no purpose especially in death.

 

Saheya used to live in place called “Lasse Mallen” which is elven for “Leaf circle”, where she was part of a secret military organization designed to protect their forested home. This organization was called “Gurtha”, elven for "Death".

Saheya had no parents since birth was taken care of by multiple guardians and as such she would not have a surname. What ever happened to her parents remains unknown. As a result of this situation Saheya would grow up blackened and alone, creating the quiet and meek personality she has now. However she would find solace in the forest and flowers surrounding her.

When she was in the early stages of her youth she would learn how to use a bow and arrow, for which she had stunning skill. Likewise, a mentor of hers suggested she use her talents for a better cause and join Gurtha. It was there that she would learn her craft while killing off hostiles from an un-comprehensible range, even in the darkness of moonlight or shadows. Thus certain officers have then nick named her “Ithil Dae”which is elven for “Moonshadow”. Her greater officers wanted to give her a tattoo branding her as a member of Gurtha, thus she was to be branded having a tattoo in common saying "Gurtha Lasse Mallen" (death leaf circle) on her left forearm so that all may see.

After some odd decades serving Gurtha, Saheya would then leave to serve her own wanderlust, as she does enjoy traveling. However after some time had passed she would find out from a drunk that Lasse Mallen had been burnt down for which the cause is unknown.

On her way back to Lasse Mallen she would round up with some likeminded adventures and go traveling with them; however as a result of an ambush she was captured by a band of heaving orcs.

[DukeofTuring]

Name: Barazinbar (Dwarven for "Red-Horned")
Race: Lesser Minotaur
Class: Ranger 1/Barbarian 1
Gender: Male
Alignment: N

 

Physical Description: As a member of the Anaba breed of minotaurs, Barazinbar looks like a slightly smaller version of the common image of a minotaur. He stands 7'4" tall and weighs 300 pounds, with broad horns that add another few inches to his effective height. He has the animalistic, bull-like face of all minotaurs, but like his Anaba kin Barazinbar's face doesn't necessarily look vicious or feral. His stocky, heavy-set body is covered in brown fur, and although his torso and general posture are humanoid, his feet end in large hooves. Scars from battle crisscross his body, sometimes visible in spite of his fur, and he has pierced ears where he prefers to wear earrings made of precious metals when circumstances allow it.

 

Personality: Barazinbar has a mercenary and flexible attitude towards the larger world, but he is both proud and not evil at heart. He loves physical exertion and competition, particularly fighting, and he also enjoys drinking and partying when off the field. The minotaur is quick to help those he considers comrades or companions, and tends to be a gracious friend and host when circumstances allow. He does, however, look down on weakness, particularly in "civilized" or settled people. Above all else, Barazinbar takes his honor and reputation very seriously. He has quickly come to regret surrendering to the orcs, an action he took out of fear and a desperate sense of self-reservation, and he is eager for an opportunity to regain his honor and save face somehow.

 

Background:Barazinbar was raised among the Anaba minotaur tribes, an above-ground nomadic race of smaller minotaurs commonly found in mountains, hills, and plains. The Anaba have a history of raiding and conflict with the settled races, but also of working for them as mercenaries and auxiliary troops when the different races are at peace. Baranzibar was brought up to be a tribal warrior in the Anaba fashion, skilled in both wilderness lore and melee ability and thereby prepared to protect his people from the depredations of other races. When fighting alongside a group of dwarves, he managed to gore an enemy in a particularly vicious fashion, causing the dwarves to nickname him "Barazinbar", "red-horned" or "bloody-horned" in the dwarven tongue. When it became time for him to discard his childhood name and have an adult name selected for him, the tribe's elders quickly settled on "Barazinbar".

Having acquired a taste for adventuring and mercenary work, Barazinbar left his tribe and began adventuring. He achieved some successes, but most recently was captured by orcs after becoming outnumbered and winding up in a poor tactical situation. He deeply regrets the dishonor of surrendering, and is looking for an opportunity to escape or otherwise restore his honor.