Character book

[Ryan Aramil Savredox]

For your lovely characters. Sorry if I deleted your character after destroying my older version of this site. This is only for characters, so if you do have a problem then talk about it elsewhere.

Mwahaha.

[johoti]

Name:Honmat
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Age: Immortal exact age is unknown. over 1000 years old.
Height: 6' 9"
Hair: Long Blonde and straghit.
Eyes: Ocean blue
Clothes: Long silk blue robes that streach all the way to his feet.

Bio: He was born long ago in a small elven village. His village was ravashed by evil when he was only 12. The evil that destroyed his village was a lesser known demon. He later helped a young angel imprision the demon. The demons soul was placed inside a small orb now know ans the essence of darkness. although it came at a price. Part of honmats soul split from him and became the essence of earth. There were others that helped them defeat the demon. Each of their souls became essences as well. One for each of the elements. The angel died when his soul split in two, his soul became the essence of light. The angel had a son. It is said that is all the essences are gathered at the same place they were creatd now known as the ground of the last battle, that the person holding the light and dark essence will become imortal. Some people still belive in the essences. But these events happened so long ago that people started calling it a folklore then to legend. And then to fariy tale, and finaly a myth. But honmat nows from experience that its true. Honmat has had many other adventures after. He has a daughter named Sheena. Hers is another story. Honmat has declared himself a keeper of the peace. He wishes to someday create a legion of underground heroes. To eternaly protect the Earth. Honmat is skilled with a sword and magic.

Wepon: The Enchanted sword sacrifice. The sword has the Eccense of earth fused into the hilt. It uses plant life from around it to make itself stronger. It gives Honmat the advantage in forests.

personality: Honmat Is kind and forgiving, but he is quick to fight someone he knows has an evil intention.

Special ability: Honmat can read minds. Theres no secrets from him.

[Ryan Aramil Savredox]

Name: Ryan Daniel Savredox

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Uses a sword (The rest is explained later!)

Appearance: The appearance of this human is quite unusual for most common folk of the current age. Being during the time of festive, Ryan isn’t wearing the bright attire of his peers, and was out-casted by his darkened appearance. Being human alone makes him very angry at the other races. He hates how they treat him. He hates humans, he hates elves, and he never has met a dwarf. So he goes down the street, wearing a dark blue hooded cloak, with black leather pants. His shoes are padded leather too, thus making him very swift in his actions. He keeps his face covered, except when inside. Wearing his face mask, which only covers up to his nose, and his long, black hair goes down almost to his gray blue eyes. His hair is short in the back however, and he doesn’t keep it too well, so it tends to be messy. That right there tells you he isn’t a trained warrior for profit, more like a bandit right? Well Ryan is neither a warrior nor a bandit, his attire makes him seem like one, but he was a woodcutter, which will be explained latter. His body isn’t very buff, and his strongest muscles are in his legs. His arms extend down past his waist and halfway down his legs to his knees. Balance is the key to his form. His form of combat tells you he is using a ninja style. Dark clothing and very swift actions, but he isn’t striking, he is tricking his enemies into false moves. Now for his armor, being fast and all, and trying his best to be silent, Ryan built his own armor, with the help of a friend named Benji Kantas; Ryan made a hard leather armor that was softened for mobility. It is thick enough to stop an arrow from piercing the skin, but a sword can still chop right into it. Almost like archer’s armor, this armor is flexible. At the knees, the dark greave-like leather is spiked to add extra armor. His shoes, which are made from the same material have tiny spikes on the bottom which add traction, they are a light metal, but are forged into the shoe to make it so the spikes don’t fall out. As for plate mail, Ryan resorts to a light sheet of steel plated armor that fits perfectly under his cloak, and over his padded leather. His armor was stained black by a fire, and it makes little, to no sound at all. As for weapons, his dual Katars, (punching daggers) and his short sword is all he needs. When in combat, he tries not to get to close, unless he knows there is an opening for him. He tracks his foes down and when in tight corners, he goes all defensive and moves as fast as he can, trying his best to get out of trouble.


Personality: Ryan was born almost with a sense of dissatisfaction. He never knew why he hated things, he just did. He hated those who thought they were big shots, he hated those who hated him, and he epically hated those who never listened, only talked. He was excluded from the world, and he never liked what other people did. Moving away from the kingdoms, Ryan learned to live alone. When in danger, he becomes dangerous. He fights to live. Elves annoy him the most. They think they are perfect, compared to humans. He hates how stuck up his race is, and he hates the elves for judging him with inferior beings. He never once considered himself a human himself, and always thought that he was his own race, he is a Ryan, a being that nobody can match. No pattern, no virtual expense to define his meaning. The only thing he loves from life is the pretty girls. He himself is too shy to ask any of them out, so he just watches them, intrigued by the quiet, smart ones. He vowed, never once to kill a pretty girl, unless she tried to kill you.

Background: Ryan was born in a human city, with the rise of a new king. The king gave birth to a single daughter he named Rita. Ryan was forced to leave the city, after his Parents abandoned him in a burned down building. He ran away from his parents, who hated his dark demeanor. He got lost in the woods, and curled up in a ball waiting to die. The gods in the heavens felt sorry for him, and Ryeos came down and built a house for the boy to stay in. After he lived in the house for sometime, Ryan learned how to grow plants and that all he ate when one day. Benji came. Benji was a royal, Rita’s only cousin, and was an explorer of sorts. He entered the cottage after being lost for days. Ryan felt sorry for this dark man, and thought he could trust him. He fed the man back to full health and the man looked at Ryan with pleasure. “you will become my assistant.” Benji told him, and he taught Ryan how to hunt, fish, chop and repair damages to his house. In return, Ryan showed Benji the way back to the palace, but Benji didn’t like it there. Ryan always welcomed his dark friend to his house. Ryan was well known for being a woodsman. In fact he kept that title for eleven years. After he turned eighteen bad news reached his ears, Benji had killed the king and was exiled from the kingdom. Nearly a few days later, he found his friend dead at the foot of a tower that belonged to a necromancer named Akarith. After killing Akarith, Ryan moved back into his home, when Rita, the princess came, and orphan like him, Ryan fell in love with the beautiful princess. They had a grueling task to do, for the bandits had taken over the weak kingdom, in hopes that they could become the next world power. The burned the forest, and Ryan fled with the princess, and told her the story of her cousin Benji, this brought them very close together, but they are too young to get married yet.

[johoti]

Name: Tamnoh
Age: Unknown
Race: Dark Elf
Height: 6' 9"
Eyes: Blood red
Hair: Long straght and pitch black.
Skin: Pale, even slightly grey.
Clothes: Long Black robes spaned from hell itself.

Bio: He is the darkness of all the world welled up in one person. When the darkness became to much for the man, his soul split and he was born. He is the sins of many heros. The blackness in everyones hearts. He was always present in the man, even when he was a boy. He made it so when ever he felt danger he took control and turned the innocent child into a blood thirsty monster. When the battle was over the child returned to normal without any memory of what happened. As an adult, Tamnoh made him quickl to fight, although he could now control him, he still was a great influence on his actions. Finaly the man decided he needed full control over his body and went to see a peculiar witch doctor. The doctor performed a spell that was supposed to release the darkness into a formthat could easily be defeated for an average being, but for this man the darkness was great, and when seperated the form was to powerful to control and lead of on his own life causeing misery and mahyem.

Wepon: The enchanted sword Genocide, it has increased power where there is no life.

Personality: He is cold and unforgiving, mercyless, and pure evil.

Abilities: Can get in your head. Make you hear voices, go crazy etc.

[Ryan Aramil Savredox]

Name: Iðunn Ásgarðr

Age: Looks 16

Gender: Female

Race: Elf/unknown

class: Mage

**Summery: Iðunn, or Ioun for short is named after a goddess of anchient times. She is a dark form in any state wearing black as her main format. With long dark brown hair and slim features she looks really weak on the outside, but she is very magic smart. Her brother, the only of her family that sided with her during a dark age, follows her everywhere hoping to spread their morals of death and depature. Her mother was a cleric of high authority and her father was a mage who later turned from his magic to turn to the curch, even though both parent's influenced their children to be monks, they both declined and sought power for their own needs. Ioun's brother, Shadj, changed his name to Jhye after he joined her on the journey of darkness.

Name: Jhye Draut'kaun the II

Race: Half elf, half manakete.

Class: Mage fighter.

Age: Unknown, looks 18.

Summery: Brother to Ioun, or Lilian, as he calls her, Jhye is just as dark sided as she is. With a more fiercer look howerevr. The plan was, that Shadj Draut'kaun was a strong warrior, a Dark elf who formed his own colony of people and got revenge on the dwarves who invaded his home. Nearly a centuary later, his children were breed with human blood and brought dis-honner to the family. So Jyhe, who was named Shadj, restored order to the family name by killing both of his parents while they were praying. (( a sad tale I know, but at least they went straight to heaven. )) His sister, who wanted to kill Shadj in the first place, decided not to when he over powered her in battle. This led to the possibility that Shadj made Ioun summon the nidhogg to full-fill Felix Whizard's ideals.

[moria]

Name: Moria
Age: 15-16
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Weapon: An elven crafted blade with a charcoal band running down its center and gold wires entwine the hilts hand fitting.

Appearance: Long blonde hair that is always out loose and untidy. She has rough steel blue eyes and pail skin marked with natural scars from fighting, one scar stretches from her left shoulder blade to the right side of her lower waist. Her body holds well trimmed figures as a sign of long-term training. Her attire is often a long cloak the color of steel.

Personality: She is normally silent and wont let on that she exists when aroung people. She will not easily share her past or herself for that matter.
Alignment: She has a strong line of morals but will still have no trouble breaking the rules of society.

Bio: Her Father, since she was little had trained her to fight and was her only family since her mother died giving birth. But only a child, she was ignorant to her fathers past and it wasnt long before an old enemy of his came back and took his revenge. Only 9 years old and fatherless she was found by Lord Yusha, an elven Lord who had strayed from the north for his own reasons. She begged him to train her, hoping to one day take the life of the man who killed her father and Lord Yusha (c) agreed. For 4 years she traveled with him and his 2 followers, training untill the day her fathers killer returned... unsatisfied with what he took from her. Catching her alone from the group she traveled with, he fought her down with ease. It was then that he took her own sword, her fathers sword, and within it he locked away half of her soul.
Moria left Lord Yusha soon after this, determined to release the soul from her blade. She now travels the roads of middle earth, looking for any path that might lead her to the man who has caused her so much grief.


/Moria is the only Roleplay character I ever use in my roleplays./

[Ryan Aramil Savredox]

Name: Nidyrem Eros Savredox

Age: 17

Race: High elf

Gender: Male

Class: Arcane archer

Summery: (includes appearance, background, and personality, I find this easier.)
Savredox, the high elf name of seclusion. The last of the family name tying back ages past, but in time, the family named died in till the last Savredox remained. Nidyrem Eros Savredox is from the high elf branch of the Savredox family. Being born during the time of a persistent peril, Nidyrem learned to survive with little known resources. He was born on the magic side. Magic is what kept him alive and it also kept him safe from those who hunted his name. Why they hunted him, he had no clue, but he was going to kill them, whoever they were. Assassins, mages, he didn’t give a damn. He used his magic to enhance one of his greatest skills, archery. The bow was a natural thing to Nidyrem, for he had taken his time and new the path of his ancestors. Not one Savredox had taken the art of mage and archery to have a slightly feared warrior. While growing up, Nidyrem lived to be fourteen before his guardians, (his parents had been missing) died from an onslaught of assassins. Nidyrem picked up his bow and hid in the darkened hall and searched for the assassins, who one by one stalked him. With much surprise the assassins soon found out what arcane magic and a bow can do. An arrow flew around the corner and struck the assassins down one by one. After that, Nidyrem was alone; to ponder his thoughts and feelings, to not trust or forget anyone he met. His attire includes, dark lose, but hard leather formed from a chimera hide. He made hard shoulder pads from the skin of a chuul (a giant crab like monster). He has long brown hair and always carries the following weapons with him. His hunter bow. Made from an elfish silk that has the perfect reaction for a bow string, and the wood is made from mystic trees that give off strange colors. Nidyrem’s bow is a blue red color that shimmers in the darkness. His arrows have dragon claw heads, and made from mystic wood too. He stands about five foot four, and tends to wear a mask to cover his mouth and nose. He also has a hat. Never leave without your hat. It is a finely made hat with black tints in it, and a feather of a cockatrice to add the perfect touch. Now of course Nidyrem didn’t take all of this time to collect these wonderful artifacts, no. He stole them from the people who tried to kill him. The mystic wood however was bought by the money he made for killing those poor assassins he ran into. His life story almost forms his personality. He is usually grim, and out of place. Never in one spot and always moving. He likes being high up, where nobody can sneak up behind him. His brown, hawk like eyes are slim and this makes it easy for him to see far off places. His outward demeanor makes him almost unlikable, but you can’t hate him either. His silent observation makes him seem dull, but it is not what’s on the outside that counts, it is what is on the inside. The pain he keeps inside of himself makes it hard for him to control his anger when he gets mad. However, to make a fool of himself, he would never do. He would show his anger after he had killed his enemy, and they were dying lying in the street moaning in pain looking into those dark, brown eyes that showed anger in their deep pools. The hands would raise, but the knife of death would still strike him down. The man is dead and Nidyrem would then steal from him. This is what happens to a broken soul. A child, who’s lost his family, lost his friends and learned not to trust those around you. He trained himself not to slip; he trained himself how to rest properly so if someone would sneak up behind him he would wake. He made it so that nothing would get the best of him. If he found something to be to dangerous he would back away. Nidyrem hopes that his family name dies, and if it doesn’t, he swears that he will protect his child for as long as he can live.

Abilities: Nidyrem is full of magic and archery. Like mentioned before, he can shoot around corners, and well over one hundred yards. Magic, like most things, wears people down. Cause and effect as the books would say. Learn to limit your power so it doesn’t consume you. Also ability is finding a monster’s weak point. A soft spot on its shell or a weak limb. Nidyrem would use his magic to sense where to strike next. This makes his accuracy level near 90%, but nothing is for sure. As for normal spells, Nidyrem stays away from divine spells, and Necro spells. His for the arcane, with small fire spells, water spells, and you know the elementals.

Pet: Such a cold life this man has, and yet not even a man is he called. A pet is what he sought, to keep his sanity in tact.

Name: Jhyen Treffer

Age: around 21

Race: Medium sized owl

Size: Wingspan: 15 feet

Appearance: It is a rare black owl with crimson yellow eyes. It might be huge, but it lacks the standard strength to carry anything over fifty pounds. It is mostly used for scouting and hunting prey. It has sharp talons and beak. This raptor is a fierce encounter, but Nidyrem managed to tame it and send it on its flight.

Other notes: Jhyen Treffer was born to speak. It knows a complex language that very few people know. The elves called it the wind language and it is made of complex vowel sounds that seem short and to the point. Lacking connecting words like “is” and “the” This owl has someone adapted to the human need to communicate. The wind language is also known the Asrer, or the language of highly evolved hunting animals. Also, the need to understand what his pet is saying, Nidyrem has managed to speak the common tongue to Jhyen Treffer to get it to scout, hunt and other important tasks. Most of the time, Jhyen stays perched far away, and is called using a wind whistle that Nidyrem made. The pitch is so high, that only animals can comprehend.

[hunadin]

Name=Hunadin
sex=male
age=looks 27
looks=black eyes, long black hair, worn features, very athletic, 7ft tall when standing strait
race=elf-human hybrid..not half elf...hybrid
class=adept mercenary and assassin/bodyguard
weapons=3-4ft curved sword(mix between falcutta, and medjii sword) spear, one and a half foot dagger(falcutta style,maybe kukri), deployable wrist blades-one and a half foot long, five shurikans, two throwing daggers.
Armor=mail chaussis and full body plate armor(specially styled like lorica to allow as much movement as possible. Corinthian helm. gauntlets. large crescent shield(covers whole torso)
miscellanies= all weapons, shield and armor are made of mithril(crafted by elves) charger horse named faloth(barded), amulet that helps ward off magic.


background etc..is viable to change, depending on the thread


name=Wilhelm
sex=male
age=16
looks=long black hair, bright blue eyes, athletic, angular face, 6ft
race=Human-elf hybrid
weapon=any type of blade
skill/proffession=fighting with blades
(below is viable to change depending on thread)
single, no family, no ties to anyone, travels alot, doesn't stick in one place for more than a few months at a time

[johoti]

Name: Denof (Den for short)
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 120 lb
Hair: Short brown
Eyes: Green
Clothes: Black jujitsu clothes with red trim and black mocasins. (He just likes the way they loock hes knows little of jujitsu)
Wepon: A staff to enchant his magical energies. A dagger for close range combat, and a magical amulet that protects him from arrows of any type.

Bio: He grew up on a wealthy farm located in the mouintans and was beaten by his father. His mother died at child birth and his father began to drink (Theres a cliched situation if i ever saw one... mother dies and father takes up drinking as a national sport). His father died in a strange fire and was issued to his grandparents, who evidentaly didnt even know his name. He found several advanced spell books in their estate's library. He carries all of them with him when he travles. He ran away from his grandparents when he was eleven and never looked back for several resons. One His grand parents hated him. Two they were stingy and always cranky. Three, they hated him, four he got the feeling they wernt his real grandparents. So with all that in mind he set of to make a name for himself. He brought only enough money for food. It wasent long after he relized he could have taken more money but he promised he would never go back untill he was famouse. Up untill now hed been living of of odd jobs and stealing.

Personality: Kind and forgiving. He is a little cok(c)ey and at some times rude, but he means well all the same.

Magic: He focusus on lighting and fire spells and a little bit of healing magic as well.

[intrepid]

( Warning! This bio is long, and has a bit of a story to it... You can read just the first bit. Everything about her will click, eventually... )

Name: Christine Dark
Nickname: Kris, or Tina
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good, but easily manipulated by evil.

Weapon: Twin evil-destroying swords; Intrepid and Endeavor. Crafted by the great Spirit Warrior, and the Heir of Destiny, Xkira, the swords hold a great spiritual connection, and are able to commune with and use the elemental spirits in battle. They also hold a soul connection with their wielder, and will morph into a certain form, depending on the soul of the one who holds them. In Christine's case, the swords are so strongly attached to her, that anyone who touches them will receive a non-fatal, but painful shock, ranging in power as to who the person is. If the person means good to come of their picking up the swords, they will not be shocked.

Abilities: Elemental magic (example. fire, water etc.) Can also take the standard elements and mix them to make new ones.

Fire: Red energy, strong attack magic
Water: Blue energy, shield and attack
Earth: Green energy, cloaking/camouflage and attack magic (The cloak is penetrable by magic)
Air: White energy, agility and attack magic.

Fighting style: Melee/ Mage

Armor: Black dragonhide blessed with the power of the elements, water, heat and cold proof. Also has a pair of gauntlets with blades that reach up to her elbows, however the blades are generally dull and cannot easily kill someone. They are actually used to hide the symbol of Destiny she bears on both of her forearms.

Race/class: Tahoio/ Human

Appearance: She wears an old red shirt with long sleeves, a pair of slightly new black pants that are a little long for her, and a emerald green cape with silver trim, made of spider silk. She has red hair, and a strange set of eyes; one is red, the other is blue. Christine has a strange build to her body, it seems very thin, yet very strong, and not to be reckoned with. She also has a special earring made of emerald that rests along the rim of her ear. It allows her to hear the spirits whispering inside her head when she isnt sleeping, or when the spirits do not particularly want to be heard by her. Often, when she is angry with the spirits, she will take this earring out and throw it upon the ground, however, the earring holds an attraction to her and always finds its way back into her belongings.

Age: 18
Height/Weight- 5f 7inch & 115 pd
Family: Mother/Father- deceased
Friend- Zachary Nathans
Horse: Shadow
Spoken languages: Common tongue, and Tahoian/Spirit

Likes: Good comebacks, jokes, virgin cesears and books.
Dislikes: Zombies, drunks, lizardmen and towns infested by undead creatures or drunks.
Fears: Hermits and big dogs.
Weakness: Strong in her spiritual prowess, however, easily manipulated in the mind. Very easy to brainwash, hypnotize, etc...
Strength: At her full strength ( I only use this is climax battles suited to it, ) she is close to invincible... Her weakness is still appliable, though.

Race info: The Tahoians come in human form, however, what makes them differ from regular humans is their magical and spiritual prowess, which can outmatch even that of the elves.

They can talk to, and control the elemental spirits. Depending on the deity the Tahoian in paticular believes, Fate or Destiny, they can contol either good or evil spirits. They have a very ancient set of customs and traditions, often recalling that of strange, spiritual rituals. It is customary for them to bow down to a person whom they are in debt to, but, Christine rarely ever does this.

In Christine's case, she has control over the good spirits than most, and has a more deeper connection with evil spirits than others of her kin, her linage being that of Xkira.

Bio: Christine never knew that she was the Heir of Intrepid until she was 15 years of age. Up until that point, she lived a happy, carefree life with her parents in a small Tahoian village. This village, in paticular, was under the watch of a demon by the name of Xiao, who resided in a tower not far away from the village.

Her life took a turn for the worse when Xiao was given orders by Fate to have the village completly destroyed, to wipe the Tahoians from the face of the planet... And she had no problems doing so. Before long, Christine's village was in complete ruin, burning. Her parents were killed in the attack, and she had only managed to escape with her lifelong friend, Zachary, via the river that bordered the village.

However, during their flight from the village, Christine had lost track of Zachary, and they were seperated. Although it broke her heart to do so, for she loved Zachary, as her village burned in ruin behind her, Christine carried on in her flee, only to come across the dieing shaman of the village. It was then that he told her everything...

She was the Heir of Intrepid, the decendant of the great Tahoian warrior, Xkira.

Xkira was a woman of great purpose; said to be the end of a seemingly endless war, that had been raging for years, upon years, even in Xkira's time. The two spirits deities of the Tahoian peoples, Fate and Destiny, had been clashing for years, both trying to overtake the other so that they may exist undisturbed. Xkira, also known as Intrepid back then, meaning bold and fearless, was believed to be the Heir of Destiny, honing enough power within her to wipe Fate from the face of the universe so that Destiny may spread peace and happiness to every corner of the world.

However, something no one could ever expect happened...

Xkira was stabbed by the Dagger of Shadows in her clash between her and Fate. This dagger has the ability to convert one's soul into its opposing power, and Xkira was no different. Her soul was soon being converted into dark energy, and it wouldn't be long before she would be under Fate's control.

Destiny knew of this, and how drastic a change in the tide of war it would be if Xkira's power had become that of his evil counterpart. So, Destiny stopped the convertion at its halfway point, and passed on Xkira's power down her bloodline, so that the war may continue when they were ready for it.

To ensure that nothing would happen to Xkira's heir, Destiny also gave his power to Arikoff's bloodline. The duty of Arikoff's heir, the future Keeper of Destiny, would be to oversee Xkira's heir, the Heir of Intrepid, to see that she did not change over to the side of Fate, so the war would stay in Destiny's favor.

The Keeper of Destiny, Arikoff's heir, just so happened to be Zachary Nathans.

After Christine was told of this, she set out on a perilous journey to find Zachary. It wasn't long, however, that she soon found herself turning her back against everything... Time was running out.

[johoti]

Name: Honmat
Age: 13
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 120
Eyes: Deep blue
Hair: short blonde
Clothes: Light blue tunic slightly torn around the edges. Brown pants also slightly torn. No distinctive fatial marks.
Personality: Kind but ignorant in the way the world works.
Bio: He was orphaned as a child when demons attacked his elven village. his mother sent him down river in a small basket. He was little over a year of age then. He was found by an old swordsmaster who was living in the woods near the river. When Honmat grew the swords master tought him how to weild a sword succsesfuly. One day Honmat was attacked by Demons again. Most likely the same from before. He was sepperated from the sword master and now has wandered the contry bruised and battered for five years searching for his purpse in life.

((You all remember Honmat, now meet his inner child. This isnt the omni powerful Honmat u all remember though. this is his child hood self.))