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05-28-2010, 01:52 PM
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Character Sheets
Last edited by Pads; 07-07-2010 at 04:00 AM. 
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05-29-2010, 03:51 PM
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05-29-2010, 05:54 PM
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Zharya Desai - Razorclaw Shifter Druid
Background: Zharya was born into a clan of Razorclaw shifters in a small village deep in the forests of Vashtun. Her parents made their living as trappers and hunters, living modestly but happy. She was allowed to play in the village with the other children while her parents were away. One day, a clan of hobgoblins passed through the nearby trees and came upon the two shifters, capturing and eventually killing them. Zharya was left a small child, dependant upon the villagers. They raised her for a time, allowing her to sleep in their barns and haylofts, until they were spooked by the affinity she had for the wildcats in the forests. They would come out at night and curl up to sleep wherever she was. They sensed a kindred presence in her and felt no fear for their own safety. This frightened the villagers to the point of sending her running one day, chasing her with rocks and sticks, threatening her never to return. She has since spent her life wandering from village to village, trying to find some humanity in those she meets that was lacking in the villagers who sent a small child to fend for herself. Her experiences tend to make her quiet and somewhat introspective until she gets to know those she comes in contact with. They have also given her a calling to protect the weak who cannot fend for themselves. It is this calling that led her to join the paladin's group without question when they were seeking help to bring down a group of marauding gnolls.
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05-29-2010, 09:40 PM
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Name: Mindrus Hektopios
Race: Minotaur (male) Class: Cleric (Battle) Character Sheet: http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profil...w.php?id=12361 Appearance: An intimidating figure, Mindrus stands over seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and a hulking chest. His bull head bears long black horns, which grow sideways from his head for about a foot before twisting up and slightly forward. His fur is copper-colored, and he keeps it immaculately combed when possible, and on long portions such as the spine an chin, it is neatly braided. He wears layered chain armor, with burnished steel plates on the shoulders, arms and legs, with a cobalt blue tabard trimmed with silver over the ensemble. His head is partially covered by a steel skullcap, which extends down his nose, and is embellished with blue lacquer. He carries a menacing polished steel axe, which is nearly as tall as he is.
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06-01-2010, 10:04 AM
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Name: Tarek
Race/Class/Class-Build: Half-Orc/Ranger/Archer Ranger Character Sheet: iPlay4e Character Sheet Background: Born as the result of an orcish raid on small human village Tarek's mother raised him though she never loved him. The hurt and bitterness her ordeal at the hands of Taruk's orcish father caused her left her with scars she could never overcome. Tarek's orcish appearance only caused those wounds to stay open and Tarek was the object of her anger throughout his childhood. In turn Tarek blamed his father for his emotional abandonment by his mother, but as he dies not know his father his anger is turned towards the orcish race. A loner by upbringing Taruk spent hours exploring the woods and forests around his home. There he met others who shared his lonesome existence. Hunters, trappers and the like empathized with the half orc and occasionally taught him the skills necessary to survive in the natural environment. In some respects Tarek found a peace, or at least at outlet for his anger through the twang of a bowstring. Eventually though not even hunting lone orcs through the wilderness satisfied Tarek and he set out on his own crusade to make things right, his way, mistakenly believing that the death of his father and indeed all orcs would heal his mother's wounds. It was on this crusade that Tarek met the Paladin. The Paladin taught Tarek the truth about his mother's hurt and how Tarek could not change it, but that Avandra had gifted Tarek with the means to bring about change in his own life through his ability and can grant him the freedom he is looking if he would give his love to her. These teachings finally bought about a change in Tarek, realising he is indeed in charge of his own life he vowed to spend it serving Avandra and now, fiercely loyal to the Paladin who gave him the chance of freedom from his past, he stands for the liberty and freedom that Avandra represents. Yet still in the back of his mind lurks the question of his father...
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07-04-2010, 09:21 AM
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I got the basics of My character Finished. Just need to flesh him out a little bit more, but for now, he is finished. If there anything you want me to change about him, let me know. ^_^
__________________http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=13485
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07-06-2010, 04:36 AM
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Name: Jaeli (Zshay-Lee)
Race/Class/Path: Deva/Devout Cleric Link: Jaeli Description: Jaeli's skin would be pale white from head to toe were it not for the body enshrouding markings of jet black that run from her calves to her elbows. The markings are smooth, deliberate, elaborate and graceful, almost like a masterwork tattoo. The ebony marks also run up her neck, cheeks and into her long white hair, where they form a mezmerizing shadow trapped behind a silver curtain. Two wholly white eyes alone break the surface of the black stripes on her entrancing face, and her demeanor is a canvas of patience and serenity in all but the most trying of times, when fervor and passion take their place. Although she wears chainmail armor, it's concealed by a full length dark blue robe with white trim. Personality and Background: It lasted for an eternity, yet only for a moment. Either way, Jaeli can still remember her existence upon the Astral Winds. It seems to her now like there were millions of names that she used to know, each one belonging to an entity she cherished, but now washed clean from her mind, swept away by the tide of eons. Still, she remembers her teachings even if she does not remember who taught them. Good and evil, it was so taught to her, are not intangible abstractions or mere fodder for the musings of whimsical scholars. They are sentient forces that vie for the attention of every single thought in the universe. If Jaeli errs on the side of seeing the world as a series of clear cut moralities, it is because she knows that each action is weighed cosmically, and it all matters in the end. Though her tendency is to consider only the larger scale, her time amongst the mortal races has softened her senses, and allowed her to consider the plight of the individual. Three years ago, she was set down on a snowy hillside, a continent away, by the Astral Winds. Her initial resentment to what she saw as apathy towards a vastly more critical issue in favor of petty personal strife has lessened as she began to understand that those who walk the earth may never, themselves, understand without proper guidance. And so, she's begun to discover the merit in fighting the small battles, to set the stage for the large ones. Last edited by Kaspern; 07-09-2010 at 09:10 PM.
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