CHARACTER BIOS! Let's see them here!

[Atharin]

/edit: This character is long gone! Poor Reth, piss drunk and out of his senses, wandered onto the deck of a ship heading off to Cuhanna. Accidentally setting himself on fire upon arrival, he had a local noble convinced that he's no less than the avatar of the Burning Lord himself. Now he's living large with exotic prostitutes and rich foods... until something finally clicks in his benefactor's head.

[Elerion]

"Leather scraps and pointy sticks! Why should we willingly weaken ourselves by resorting to second rate equipment? Get with the times, father, metal beats wood!"

The arguments between Agra Flint and his father had been frequent and loud. They disagreed on a great many things, choice of equipment being just one of them. His father insisted on sticking to the old druidic ways, while the young priest-to-be preferred more modern measures. It led to Agra abandoning his father as a tutor early on, choosing instead to study under the clerics of the Iaosian temple. While old fashioned in many ways, at least they didn't deny the efficiency of steel.

Soon after coming of age, Agra left the temple to travel to Cear along with his trusty sidekick Tinder. He is about to discover that not all that is modern is good.

[Redleafe]

Atharian, I love the character's pose. Very neat picture you got there, says a lot about him with those piercing eyes.

Elerion, is that a Pigbear?

[sirius]

Edited out.

[Goeumzz]

Name: Goeumz

Titles: None (Thiefling)

Occupation: Former smuggler, needs
work

Current Alignment: Chaotic-Evil

Deity: Coloth


Age: ?? (somewhere between 18-21)

Affiliations: None

Current Status: Living in Caer

Race: Tiefling

Gender: Male

Goeumz, or Go as he would prefer it, has a deep past that is almost a complete mystery - even to himself. His more recent history is still quite memorable to him.



Of his younger years he has not a clue. He was raised by a former pirate turned smuggler in a coastal city known as Gulashir - that much he can remember. This is where Go learned all the tricks of his trade and learned how to gain some influence with others.



He was quite mischievous, even from an early age. Also very disrespectful of any laws or order, he sometimes intentionally flaunts the law just to prove to himself that he can break it without consequences.

Go is a quick fighter, locksmith, trapper and all around sneaky bastard. He does not give in easily to anger, but is quick to vengeance. His Pale complexion and even paler red-eyes give him a strange look, even for a tiefling, and has sometimes been mistaken for a Drow. His looks seem to suggest that there may be more to him than you truly wish to find out.

Though he bears a distinctly seafaring accent, he has only sailed once - on the way to Caer from his home. He can almost always be found in the seedier crowds and tries to avoid the arrogant, proud, and haughty "Imperial scum" as he likes to think of them.

[Deodeath]

Name: Deoin

Titles: None (dirt farmer)

Occupation: Former Farmer, looking for new opportunities

Current Alignment: Chaotic-Neutral

Deity: Rhauth(Lip service)

Age: 20

Affiliations: None

Current Status: Living in Caer

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Deoin is a former farmer from a small fishing village. He hails from a lower class family and knows nothing of the larger cities, leaving him tad behind socially. As such he can usually be found with the lower class
denizens of Caer where he feels the most comfortable.



Deoin is of average height and build. Though young, he is already a fast and skilled. He has had some training in the use of two-handed weapons from the village's local militia.



While Deoin seems to have no true sense of law or order, he is smart enough to keep his head down
Overall, he hates stirring up too much trouble anyway - especially with guards. Outside the city gates he could easily be mistaken for a vagrant or a bandit of some sort, but inside he acts like any common
citizen.



Although he has given little more than lip-service to worship, Rhauth was the god of his parents and he has vague memories of the brotherhood's teachings ingrained into his skull. Besides Rhauth, he considers all the gods except Peralia to be of no importance.



He is tolerant of all races and classes; no matter who you are, he will be calling you a friend in no time
and rarely has preconceived notions about others. He is not very fond of the Empire or its laws, but rarely displays any motivation or the energy to fight it

[Rheia Althia]

Maeve Eamnon is a woman completely devout in her service to her God Tharon—although her beliefs differ slightly from what is considered right in Varana's eyes. She is of the belief that Tharon, known to her as Marduk, is the rightful king of the gods. That information is not known to the general public and is secret. Only a few of her closest allies know the truth of her beliefs. She is a kind soul who does her best to aid those around her, thinking little of her own gain. She is not naïve, but simply fights for what is just and right. Her figure towers over most, and long waves of white hair fall down her back. Oddly pointed ears poke from her locks, obviously not elfish blood, but something unknown to her. Her strangely luminous green eyes often provoke questions she is unable to answer completely. However, a close friend let her know that divine blood may flow through her veins, causing her strange features to be as they are.

Maeve, now in her late twenties, spent most of her childhood in Dasar. At a very young age she was enrolled in the service of Tharon and began her studies of literacy and prayer. In her late teens she broke away from the formal religious organization and set off on her own preferring the solitary life to that of a neophyte.

Maeve has been spending her life in search of her missing family who mysteriously disappeared leaving no trace when she was very young. On a recent journey with a new ally she gleaned new information on her family's whereabouts. While taken captive in Landon (See the signature link to the story The Path not Taken) she discovered that her mother and father are dead for heresy and her brother is held captive somewhere in the general area of Cear.

[Vay]

Vay Ustiel I'Draeh is a good man. Having grown up mostly without his father on a farm on the outskirts of Daris, he was taught much by his mother, a former Dasarian Noble. Though not of distinguished learning, Vay is no fool, and is aware of the political and religious intricacies of the current state of Varana. Well mannered and well intentioned, Vay always does his best to work within the laws, though he has to improvise, occassionally.

Vay is solidly built, usually well-groomed, and in his mid-twenties. His pale blues eyes, blonde hair, and fair complexion suggest a mixed heritage, though it's difficult to tell what exactly. Vay is not known to be a confrontational man, but what is known for certain is that he is fiercely loyal to his friends, and enemy of theirs is an enemy of his.

[Ron]

Satinka Onatah is a half–elf in her early twenties with delicate features, deep green eyes and dark brown hair. Her physique is clearly feminine, well toned but lacking physical strength. She is friendly but quiet in nature, speaking when spoken to or when at ease in the company of those she considers trusted friends. Having an uneasy calmness about her at times as if a mere observer in this world. Born and raised on an island to the far southwest of the former village of Daris she spent much of her early life in seclusion lending to her withdrawn nature.

[blackheart]

Keep it coming guys!

[Allyn]

In the mountains to the west of Cear, those of the name Lycaon sought refuge when Dasaria fell to Varana. They hold fast to Ki's service before as it was known before Varana.

Calen was raised there in the relative seclusion of those mountains. His mother was Quessir and his father was human. From his earliest memory, Calen's life was service to the Lady, Ki. Both his parents followed the druidic path in devotion to Ki.

Calen had an affinity for wolves early on. He was often found in the company of the wolfpack closest to his home. Since taking up the druidic path, Tsali, his wolf companion, has ever been at Calen's side.

Calen and Tsali can be seen in and around Cear, observing things, pursuing adventure, and seeking opportunity for Ki's service.

[BooBooSpooki]

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  Wendy Whitherwiddle comes from a well-reputed line of gnomish mages. Much to her family's chagrin, though, she had about as much talent with the art as a troglodyte has with personal hygiene. One day, though, she made a deal that would infuse her with powerful magic - without considering the consequences of her agreement. Later, when her "understanding" became a predicament, she fled from her home in the Kor mountains and reached Cear to escape her past and to start anew.

[LONOmakesWAR]

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[coruscadragon]

don't want to clutter this thread as it will be a bit lengthy, but i've started detailing Vass' backstory here.

[kenty191]

An elven man of small stature and build approaches you with a slightly mischievous grin on his lips. His short, almost pure white hair appears luminescent in the moonlight and gives him an exotic quality. Piercing, icy blue eyes study you though you feel no ill intent in them; instead perhaps a roguish charm.

His clothing is often fitted and dramatic in style and cut; you imagine this elf is somewhat of a showman, enjoying any attention which passes his way.

When he laughs some may notice small sparks of energy at his hands which he shakes away nonchalantly. Overall this man possesses a mystery which seems to lie just below the surface of the jovial image he portrays.

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Personal Detials

Race: Moon Elf
Age: 121
Class: Warlock
Deity: Teshalia
Alignment: CG

Eye Colour: Icy Blue
Hair Colour: White
Skin Tone: Tan
Height: Short
Build: Lean