Name: Vincent
Age: unknown >.<
Gender: male
Race: human?? i might change it later....
Allegiance(whether allied with one of the four major Kingdoms, or allied with the Rebels): doesn't really care which side he's on. but mostly he works fo the four major kingdoms..
Personality: i guess you could say he's moody or whatever.. but he usually sticks to himself.. He doesn't trust anyone and never will. He's usually in a bad mood.. usually he doesn't show it off... but he's just very cold.. the sad thing is he has never smiled.. *_*
Appearance: http://img364.imageshack.us/my.php?image=vincentse1.jpg
Skills(any special non-magical abilities, only if applicable): well he's an assasin so i guess that could be a skill... pickpocketing, stealing, killing ect.
Magic wielder(yes or no): yes but he doesn't use it very much.
Talents(inborn abilities, limit of three): elements
Weapons: two spiked swords

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Name: Alteron
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Race: Halfling
Allegiance(whether allied with one of the four major Kingdoms, or allied with the Rebels): Himself and mostly his physcotic urge to hack and slash
Personality: Alteron is mad, simply insane. He has mad urge to solve most of the things in a brutal way and seems that there is no end to his bloodlust, he hardly makes any friends (mostly because he kills them all before he gets to know them) and tends to do it all for money, survival and his madness. He can be calm in public where it is not wise to go into berserk, but even then he is extremely rude and every second wonder what would someones face look, if he had sliced it open.
Appearance: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/e ... ntaron.jpg
Skills(any special non-magical abilities, only if applicable): Sense of tactics and combat, greatly skilled with his buckler and sword, his mad berserk like fighting.
Magic wielder(yes or no): no
Talents(inborn abilities, limit of three): Combat, Berserking and Toughness
Weapons: A Short Sword, which works for a longsword for him and a buckler that seems to be almost enough for him to duck behind it.
Attire: He wears a chainmail armour, a dark cape, brown leather boots and gloves.

History(optional):

Alteron was born into a normal halfling village situated within the elven realms, he spent a rather normal childhood yet many times dreamed of wielding a sword as he saw elves and men pass by in their great armours. He envied them and thus it was obvious that he would wield his sword for the rest of his life, many laughed at the thought, but he proved within many years to be one of the most aggressive mercenaries out in the market for the highest bidder. With years that passed by his wealth grew and so did his fame amongst mercenaries along with the scars he gained in battle.

There was a time when he was a cunning and ruthless mercenary leader with an almost what you might call an army of your own. Yet he took up one assingment once and left with his men to do their job, no one heard of them for months until Alteron returned. At first he seemed normal, but with more time passing by he refused to speak of what had happened and was driven into madness by himself. One night he burned down his own home village, killed as many as he could before the elven guards came for him and ran. From that on he has been an outlaw, a bandit that killed without reason and sometimes agreed to go along in the plots of other bandits yet in the end killing them and taking their share of the loot....

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Interesting... You always have great ideas for RPGs Raven! Save me a spot please!

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Lol, Curunir....Halflings weren't exactly mentioned among the four races.
Out of curiousity, how do you manage to continue writing, when your character is so often an enemy of the other characters? I know I could never do that....

Name: Groden Hazelmace
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf (Swamp dwarf, to be specific)
Allegiance(whether allied with one of the four major Kingdoms, or allied with the Rebels): Rebels
Personality: Gruff, sometimes witty, but most often, he doesn't have much of a sense of humor.
Appearance: Brown hair and braided beard, with darker skin than normal for a dwarf.
Skills(any special non-magical abilities, only if applicable): Pretty good tracker, and rocks with throwing axes, battle axes, and maces.
Magic wielder(yes or no): No
Talents(inborn abilities, limit of three): Has rudimentary healing powers (coupled with herbs)
Weapons: A pair of throwing axes, a large battle axe, and his preferred weapon, a studded mace/club, made out of enchanted hazel wood.
Attire: He generally wears lots of armor, being a slow and sturdy sort of warrior, and wears green and brown clothing beneath it all (again, think armor as in what Gimli wears).
History(optional): Groden hasn't done many spectacular things in his life, only fought in a few border skirmishes and worked as a blacksmith, but he has always desired some recognition, and he believes that by joining himself to what he sees as a worthy cause (the rebels), he may make a name for himself. He has made many weapons for the Rebels, but prefers to fight, since he is more skilled at that, unlike the rest of his family, who prefer smithying things.

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(Well if you payed attention to the fact that he only kills out of his madness when he has the chance, lonely travellers on roads etc, but he never kills in taverns or so as it would cause too much problems. What he went trough and returned as the only survivor clearly drove him eventually mad, yet wasn`t there a thingy like: Other races, under the unicorns etc? So you could say my character is insane yet can be very careful and cunning when required of him, not a blind murderer all tough can go berserk)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Name: Vennir
Age: On the younger side, about 700
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Allegiance(whether allied with one of the four major Kingdoms, or allied with the Rebels): Rebel
Personality: Mwahaha! You shall have to find out yourselves...
Appearance: Tall, bright blue eyes, long black hair that goes about half a foot below his shoulders.
Skills(any special non-magical abilities, only if applicable): Has a photographic memory
Magic wielder(yes or no): yes
Talents(inborn abilities, limit of three): can create and control water, air, and earth
Weapons: A long broadsword - when needed. Usually he fights with elements.
Attire: Mainly blue, or greyish blue.
History(optional): Unknown

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Here's my characters..finally..

Name: Tajien
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Shapeshifter
Allegiance: Rebel
Personality: Very wry and sarcastic, prone to sharp comments.
Appearance: Tall, most often seen in the form of a dark-haired elf(pointed ears included), but often transforms into one of his other forms at random.
Skills: Very prolific with a bow.
Magic wielder: Yes
Talents: Can shapeshift between several different(specialized) forms, create and fire, and is telepathic.
Weapons: Always carries a longbow and a quiver full of black-fletched arrows, and also carries a curved sword, though uses it very seldomly.
Attire: Most often attired in tunics and pants, black in color, as well as a dark cloak.
History: N/A, as of now..

Name: Raevyn
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Shapeshifter
Allegiance: Rebel
Personality: Quiet, passive, withdrawn. Like her brother, prone to sarcasm and sharp wit.
Appearance: A head shorter than Tajien, and also always seen in the form of a dark-haired elf. Rarely transforms into one of her other forms.
Skills: Equally gifted with a bow, as well as the sword.
Magic wielder: Yes
Talents: Can shapeshift into one of three forms, is telekenetic, and can also create and control fire.
Weapons: A longbow, quiver full of arrows, several daggers hidden among the folds of her clothing, as well as a longsword.
Attire: Most often seen in form-fitting black clothing, as well a long cloak-like coat.
History: N/A, as of now..

And I'll start this off later this afternoon, most likely..I have no good ideas for an opening right now.

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nice bio's! Can't wait to get this started!

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Same here! *squee* can't wait!

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*Dzaraim Valley, in the Heart of Avahraim*

Dawn. Crisp, cool, and clear, the day had a promise of being very pleasant, weather-wise. Around the various campfires and tents set up in the make-shift camp, people of various races woke to the bright light of the new morning. Their ability to stay all together in one place, in itself, was very odd, as the races had been at odds for thousands and thousands of years. However, their location here was mostly due to the ill-fated Council of Races, which had been ended cruelly years before. The assassination of the Representatives of the Council had led to rebellion - very small, at first - but now..the Rebels' numbers had grown greatly.

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

"Go away, Taj.."

"Come on, get up. We've got practice this morning, remember?"

Stifling a groan, Raevyn sat up in her tent and rubbed tiredly at her eyes, then yawned widely. Last time I take the last watch.. she thought annoyedly, getting up off her makeshift bed, before pulling on her long overcoat and reaching for her bow, which was propped up near the tent entrance. Walking out of said tent, she glared at the smirk that was directed at her by her brother, Tajien, who looked enough like her to be her twin..though he was several years her elder.

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"It's called the late-watch, genius.."

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Vennir walked quietly - but not silently - throught the valley, not really paying heed to anything around him, exept the cool, airy breeze that played with the leaves that fluttered and hissed in its cool motion. His leggings slightly wet from the dew that beaded on seemingly every blade of grass, he stopped suddenly, hearing two voices, somewhat similar, nearby. He walked closer to investigate. There in the valley, there was two beings, a man and a woman, very similar looking. Vennir quietly walked around a tree, intending to spy on them, having the curiosity of a young elf.

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"Oh, I didn't know that." Tajien retorted wryly, folding his arms. "You don't need to take that particular watch again, you're more cranky than usual afterwards."

"How'd you figure that?" Raevyn replied sarcastically, shaking her head. "Oh, never mind, that's why I smell smoke."

The only response to that snide remark was a smirk, then Tajien said, "Come on, enough banter. Let's get to the archery range, before every other bloody archer in this camp gets the same idea."

And with that, the two walked off, sending banter back and forth, as was their normal behavior. Despite their snideness and sarcasm(a result of their near-identical personalities), the two had a great rapport, as was evidenced best in battle or battle-like scenarios.

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Joining them that morning was a messenger boy who rarely stayed long in the camp. His bow was strung and he was resolutely shooting at a target - his aim was not particularly good, but he was obviously set on improving.

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Vennir followed close behind, wanting to see where exactly the archery ranges were. He didn't need to go there, due to the fact he was usless with a bow. But, mabye, he could just get in some practice with his element fighting.

Trying to seem casuall, Vennir walked calmly about 5 feet behind the two shapeshifters, listening to the gentle banter between the two.

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The two shapeshifters pointedly ignored the one following them. If there was a reason for him following them, they would find out in due time. If not..it was probably just a chance coincidence. However, before they were able to figure out a reason, they finally reached the archery range, and, as one, strung their bows and began firing at the targets they chose, usually hitting dead center or one or two rings from the center.

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I have another bio
Name:Thane

Age: 134

Gender: male

Race: half elf, half human (Is that possible? Because if not, I'll change it.)

Allegiance(whether allied with one of the four major Kingdoms, or allied with the Rebels): Rebels

Personality: Quick and witty. He can have a sharp tongue at times, but he doesn't intend to be mean

Appearance: http://ic1.deviantart.com/images3/i/200 ... rehops.jpg (His eyes look a bit red in that pic, but lets lay they are really hazel)

Skills(any special non-magical abilities, only if applicable): Expert bowman, even by elven standards. A good tracker, and he can easily keep his cool, if he wants to.

Magic wielder(yes or no): Sort of. You'll find out.

Talents(inborn abilities, limit of three): Small fairy like creatures seem to like him, and somtimes help him, but he cannot control them. Unless they are physically helping him, they are nearly invisible to others.

Weapons: Bow and glaive

Attire: tunic, breeches. Stuff that would allow him to walk through the forest with ease.

History(optional): Mother was an elf, father a human. He lived with the elves. Being of both races, he wants them to be united.
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