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[This character has departed from Cythera; he may return someday in a chronicle, but nothing's definite. Consider him like a deceased character.]

Name: Amadeus Equin
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Age: 26
Occupation: Weather Mage

Height: 6'
Weight: 140 lbs.

Best Skills: Unknown

Amadeus is a mage who has a strange connection with the weather. He has darts hanging from the rope at his waist, and each dart has its own specialty. To use each, Amadeus simply throws the dart up in the air, catching it as it falls. Strangely, while the darts also work as normal darts, the tips do not affect Amadeus and nobody else has ever been able to use them.

Other than the darts, which he created himself, Amadeus has minor weather powers, but this is his only magic ability. He has decent sword training and good aim for darts, but no skills with other weapons.

Amadeus wears a long, pale grey robe with a rope around his waist overtop dark grey breeches and a dark blue shirt. His boots are made of leather, his eyes are dark blue and he has blond hair. Nothing is yet known about Amadeus' history.

Amadeus is very wary of strangers and is not particularly willing to make friends yet.



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"No, Reepicheep, you may -not- attempt single combat with it!"

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Name: Lemni
Gender: Female
Race: Element Children
Age: Immortal
Occupation: Shadow Child

Height: 4'5"
Weight: Nothing (being composed of light/dark)

Best Skills: Irrelevant

Lemni met and befriended Trinias in the Sorcery Tower. She is the Shadow Child of Cythera and all around, partners with the Light Child. Being a Shadow Child, she is composed simply of light and dark, not actually there. This allows her to fade in and out at will, appearing wherever she wants. This also explains her immortality and her ability to see through chameleon cloaks.

Lemni would, theoretically, be the perfect warrior, however she is a pacifist. All of the Element Children are physically unable to harm anyone else. Their job is to simply walk the earth, keeping the elements in balance, so fighting is irrelevant to them.

She has dark skin, black eyes, and long, straight black hair. Her clothes are all black as well.

Having been around for so long, Lemni knows quite a lot about ancient Cythera, but certainly not everything. Also, she has an unfortunate tendency to scare people. Several people with good perception have been able to tell she's not a normal human child.

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"No, Reepicheep, you may -not- attempt single combat with it!"

Name: Blackfern (black-fern)
Race: unknown
Age: about 30
Gender: male
Height: 4’
Weight: 85 LBs
Accupation: thief

Mind: 40
Body:38
Reflex:45
Attack:5 (Note: with a sword in open combat Blackfern has an attack of five. If he is sneaking into a building he can usually kill with one hit)
Defense: 15
Mana: 10
Best skills: missile(20) defense(15) throwing knife(35) martial arts(40) cooking(5) stealth(40)
Worst skills: attack (5) mana (10)
Abilities: awareness, tracking, lock picking, hunting, and detect concealment (be it trap or secret).
Blackfern uses little magic (a few healing spells, remove mage lock, mage lock, and vision of the night) but mainly uses his skill in stealth, his small stature and light weight help a lot. He wears no armor, for weapons he has a bow, some throwing knives, and a short sword, which is rarely used. He wears a dark cloak that makes him virtually invisible. He has a great knowledge of the martial arts, mainly jujitsu and Judo, using them for disabling potential thief stoppers, when he can’t sneak past them. However he has a great many thief’s tools, a large collection of lock picks, coils of wire, a file or two, lots of grease, a veil of poison, grappling hook, etc…
Blackfern is a loner, no one would want to follow him, and he doesn’t want to follow anyone else. However, for journeys through very dangerous places he will temporarily join a group of people. He dislikes open combat and would rather sneak stealthily around Cythera, usually unnoticed.


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Saracen

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 185
Race: Human (Moor)
Archetype: Warrior
Best/Special Skills: swordplay, horse riding, rune-magic

Arrived on the shores of Cythera towards the end of the time that Avatara served as Land King. He was propelled there by a prophecy, and in search of his 'destiny' - neither of which he's yet specified.

His weapons consist of two large Falchions, slung on his back, and a small, jewel encrusted dagger. He carries some potions, although he's not alchemically inclined himself. He's also quite proficient in the rune-magic of his people.

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Kobayashi Maru!

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Name: TheDarkDragon
Commonly known as: Dragon

Age: 1000 eternities (give or take)
Height: 5' 11" (for all intents and purposes)
Weight: 160 lbs. (see above)
Body: N/A
Mind: N/A
Reflex: N/A
Archetype: Planeswalker
Max Mana: N/A
Max Health: N/A
Abilities: Ethereal majicks, some telekinesis, flight (only humanoid able to fly unaided)
Drawbacks: Near total pacifist
Approximate lvl: N/A

Dragon is a planeswalker, born at the dawn of time. He is immortal and is largely considered to not "play by everyone else's rules". Despite his ability to not fight, he is far from useless. Despite his ability to move between Astral planes, he is far from omnipotent. Though he is not overly concerned with the affairs of specific planes (such as Cythera), he has taken an interest in Cythera's exeptionally strong elemental force. Because of this, he has made it his mission to help protect Cythera from anything that might attack from the Astral Abyss.

For further information, see [url="http://"http://www.AmbrosiaSW.com/cgi-bin/ubb/newsdisplay.cgi?action=topics&number=52&forum=*Cythera+Chronicles&DaysPrune=100&article=000018&startpoint=60"]this[/url] ego driven Chronicle .

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[This character is now dead, after having been involved in a tragic Tavern accident involving assassins, flaming clothing, and a beer barrel.]

Name: Dheiva
Gender: Female
Race: Rennai
Age: approximately 19
Occupation: none

Height: 5'1"
Weight: 80 lbs.

Best Skills: Unknown

Dheiva has been shunned the whole time she has been on Cythera because she's not human or an elf. She does not carry a weapon or have any magical powers, aside from a minor telepathy.

Dheiva more or less resesmbles a human. Her skin is lavender, though; her ears are cat-like; she has claws; bright blue lips; strange royal-blue markings on her face and chest; and her eyelids are rimmed with bright purple. She also has long, light brown hair. (The drawing will be scanned in eventually...)

She will, and can, only eat raw fruits/vegetables and on occasion grass (a trait native to her species). Eating meat is an idea completely foreign to her.

Her personality is not very clear yet, but she is usually depressed and extremely wary of anyone she doesn't know. Her history is also unknown, although it is correctly assumed that she's not from Cythera.

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Name: Letruo
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Approximately 17
Occupation: Warrior

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 145lbs

Best skill - swordsmanship

Letruo had been unfortunate enough to be caught in guard duty in the island Kingdom of Trilanis when it fell under seige by the dark emporer's minions. Being of short stature, Letruo had been able to play off as dead as the dark troops scoured the land and burned everything around to the ground. The arrow wound inflicted upon Letruo was bad enough that it needed a healing potion, and Letruo had been fortunate enough that he had enough money to spend to buy such a potion before the attack came. As the dark warriors swept away, Letruo used the potion and removed the arrow which bored deep within his flesh. The ordeal caused immense pain but not as much as seeing his entire life burned to the ground. The loss of his family and his fair fiance drove him absolutely mad and the time immediately thereafter he couldnt bring himself to burying her. During this time, though, he did manage to scour what was left of the castle remains and find some fascinating objects that would enable him to seek vengeance in his losses. He then pronounced himself as the sole knight of Trilanis and borrowed the best looking ship he could find, which wasnt so great since the dark horde sunk most the ships around, and he set off to the mainland of Cythera to start his adventures. Not much is known about him except that he did train under a now dead hero Grefar and became quite skilled in the old master's eyes, if not a little hasty.

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We were the first political party to advocate renaming the Washington Monument the Big Stone U.S. Penis and putting big, orange foam testicles at the bottom.

Name: Sephiroth
Archtype: Summoner
Spells: Summon creature, Summon itom
Race:Banished God
Strengths:Can summon creatures and items to aid himself/party
Weaknesses:Slow rate of casting
Health:n/a
Mana:n/a
Height:6'
Weight:120lbs

Lore: As a child Sephiroth was banished from the relm of the gods for a crime comitted by his father. His punishment was to walk among mortals and witness suiffering for eterinity
this is why he has sworn his life to pprotecting that wich is good so that some day mabye his god kin will let him return to his realm

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there are only two things you can be sure of: Death & Taxes, unless you die first

Updated for [url="http://"http://www.ambrosiasw.com/webboard/Forum52/HTML/000132.html"]Tales of the Macilnar III[/url]
May Contain Spoilers

Name: Therru Flame
Age: 40
Status: Ethereal (Dead)
Species: Half Human/Half Fire Elemental
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 126
Health Points: 148
Mana: 92
Casting: 86
From: The Cytherian Mountains
Occupation: Macilnar
Best Skill(s): Traps, Locks, Awareness, Sword
Worst Skill(s): Alchemy, Axe, Mace
Other Skill(s) *Of average ability*: Everything you can think of.
Changes into: N/A
Body: 40
Reflex: 40
Mind: 40
Weakness(es): Therru Flame is not trusting of anyone he hasn't known for a while. He also is very sad about his wife, Alea, who was killed.
Strength(s): He is a very good wanderer, and his skills fit someone of that occupation.
Weapon(s): Two swords, tons of daggers, and his fists.
Spells: Everything you can think of.
Lore: Therru Flame is the Macilnar, like his fathers. Now that he has died, his son Eroldur has taken the job. He had spent his whole life fighting Goshnak, the enemy of the first Macilnar, who returns from death in the form of an extremely powerful demon to combat all the Macilnars in the ongoing war between the elements.

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Which way will the balance swing? To the east or to the west?

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[edit]Oh darn. I miswrote some of this info. Fixed.[/edit]

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D'ak Taan

Age: Unknown
Race: Elf (male, dark elf follower)

Statistics: (Average of 10, maximum of 20)
Strength: 7
Intelligence: 15
Dexterity: 18
Perception: 18
Constitution: 7
Willpower: 16
Beauty: 10
Charisma: 9

Appearance

Height: 178 cm
Weight: 73 kg
Hair: Black, thin and long
Eyes: Pale green (usually. Subject to change as with all elves)
Other: -

Background
D'ak Taan was born in the Glimmering Forest and raised there by his parents. However, reaching the age of a young adult, he got involved with a group of dark elf followers (their philosophy being the destruction of everything technological). Young D'ak, full of anger and hatred towards technology himself, was intrigued by the dark elf ideology and decided to join up with the group. At first he was given simple tasks of smuggling weapons and magical items to other rogue groups, later on the tasks extended to those of sabotage.
Eventually, his parents discovered what their son was doing when they were not watching. His father, instead of trying to talk some sense into his son, gave him a solid beating before turning him in to the authorities. However, D'ak escaped before he could be apprehended - killing his father in the process. Taken in by his comrades, the dark elves, he spent many years in various encampments.


Lifestyle
For the past few decades, D'ak Taan has more or less abandoned the dark elves, though he still believes fully in the destruction of technology. Years of training and experience has made him a skilled fighter, and now he works as a sort of mercenary, doing other people's dirty work in exchange for oboloi. However, he will not work for everyone; he chooses his clientele carefully. Never would he do anything to damage the honour of the elven race and he is certainly not for sale. He disdains the title "mercenary". Matters between friends and of honour are dealt with quite professional, and he would never let personal pleasure get in front of such matters.
D'ak Taan has no house of his own as he considers the free nature to be his true home. He travels around looking for work or just relaxing in the nearest tavern. Elven spring water is his favourite drink and he stays completely away from alcoholic beverages.


Weapons and equipment
D'ak Taan always wears dark robes, hiding his face and weapons. Underneath the robes, a katana sword and a couple of daggers are carefully concealed. As he is extremely agile and perceptive, he feels no need for armour.
Around his neck he wears a sapphire necklace, and he also wears two rings: one sapphire and one amber.
D'ak Taan is also a skilled martial artist, and does not need to rely on weapons when attacked. Sneaking up on an enemy and breaking his neck or slitting his throat is much better than go in hacking and slashing, alarming everyone.


Spells
Dark elves aren't just great fighters, they are also formidable mages - a trait they share with most common elves. While not being able to study at a magisterium, D'ak Taan picked up whatever he could learn from dark elf mages. Along with his inherent magical aptitude, that has helped him gain much knowledge about the arcane forces. He is a master of the Black necromantic and Phantasm (illusions, etc.) colleges and knows his way around most magic.


Strengths/weaknesses
D'ak Taan is very agile and perceptive, and intelligent enough to talk his way out of a sticky situation. He is very skilled with small bladed weapons and a great martial artist. And as a alternative to close combat, he has a number of spells up his sleeve. He is also very good at moving silently, sneaking undetected past most creatures and traps.
However, he is not very strong and his endurance is rather weak, so he relies on stealth and finesse rather than brutality.

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All I ever wanted was everything and then some,
all I ever wanted was to love someone.
All I ever wanted was the joy they sell,
all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell.

Name: Keith T'kel
Gender: Male
Race: Elf, not that you'd know it...
Height: 5' 8"
Age: 21
Occupation: purveyor of second hand Holy Relics, knock-off Sacred Artifacts and Mystic Knick-knacks.
Physical description:
Keith is the least elf-like elf imaginable. He would probably be quite tall if he didn't hunch his shoulders, and while his hair is shoulder length he's had it died black. That wouldn't be so bad if he washed it more often, but as it is the only trace of a natural shine comes from grease. He doesn't speak all that much but that's all right because he doesn't ever have anything much interesting to say.
He dresses in what appears to be some variety of hooded robe that extends only to waist height. Over this is some kind of black short sleaved shirt, but with no kind of fastening. Why he wears the short sleaved shirt over the long sleaved robe is a mystery- when asked he merely snorted and muttered something inaudible.
His leggings are made of some tough, hide like material and seem to be a good few of inches longer than they need to be. This makes them bunch up around the ankles, hiding whatever footware Keith happens to be wearing.

Background: Born in the wonderous Shining Forest™ (D-wing of the Shining Forest Maternity Hospital to be more exact), on the sparkling Island of Muu™, Keith was an only child. His father ran a stand selling "magical" items to passing tourists who flocked to the island to gaze into the Mystical Well of Fate™ which, via a system of mirrors and some cheap props, showed them their future; or at least as good a representation of the future as could be created from a couple of glove puppets of Mysterious Strangers and immitation Rings of Fate™.

Keith (his parent had always liked the name, for some reason) left home shortly after realising that if he stayed there his only future lay in inheriting his fathers gift stand, and since elves are technically immortal he decided he had to seek his fortune elsewhere.

After traveling to world for a while he decided to strike out to the relatively unspoilt land of Cythera. Rumor has it that this decision was influenced by the local authorities of the last city-state objecting to his attempted sale of a consignment of dodgy Orbs of Reckoning™ which, and I quote, "Just fell off the back of an ox-cart..."

Somewhere along his journeys he picked up a penchant for daemonology hacking and noisy music which seems to involve a good deal of shouting and smashing of lutes.

Currently holed up with Razmalak in an extremely dingy squat in Catamara.

...

Az

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Name: Raven
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: “specimen”
Height: 6ft
Family: Sister – Bumble-Bee
Friends: Grasshopper
Description: Raven has a wild, yet caring look about him. He has scruffy jet-black hair and hazel eyes. There are black markings upon his shoulder blades, which when summoned to turn into shining black wings. A serial number is burnt into his wrist: C-06.
Mannerism: Raven is very protective of his younger sister. Although he can occasionally be quite ill-tempered, most of the time he is a calm and sensible young man.


Name: Bumble-Bee
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Race: “specimen”
Height: 4ft 8
Family: Brother – Raven
Friends: Grasshopper
Description: Bumble-Bee is a fair and pretty young girl with long golden hair and hazel eyes. Two long golden and black antennas stream from just above her ears, and she has clear-white wings (a lot like those of a bee) sprouting from her shoulder blades. A serial number is burnt into her wrist: C-02.
Mannerism: Bumble-Bee relies heavily upon her brother and Grasshopper for protection and doesn’t like to stray from their company. Although, she is strong willed and stands true for what she believes when she is threatened and neither Raven nor Grasshopper are nearby to protect her.


Name: Grasshopper
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: “specimen”
Height: 6ft 1
Family: Sister – Gecko (Grasshopper doesn’t know about her)
Description: Grasshopper is a tanned young man with scruffy brown hair and blue-green eyes. Two slightly fluoro green antennas sprout from just above his ears, and two sets of clear-green wings (one set above the other) flow from his shoulder blades. Grasshopper also has tiny bumps (almost spikes, yet not quite sharp enough to be) upon his shoulders. A serial number is burnt into his wrist: C-05.
Mannerism: Grasshopper is very protective of Bumble-Bee and cares for her perhaps a little more than he should. He has known Raven and Bumble-Bee since a very young age and Raven is like a brother to him. He isn’t quite as hot-tempered as Raven, but rather tends to keep such emotions inside rather than venting them.

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I'm sick of not living to stay alive.

Ok, here is the info for my newest character. I don't think I will get rid of Dusk, but might retire him for a bit, as I'm not really enjoying writing him.

Name: Villa
Status: Currently in Cademia?
Gender: Male
Age: In his late twenties, early thirties; but it is hard to tell from looks alone
Race: Human
Occupation: A theif by profession, but not a petty thief.

Physical Appearance: Villa is an average sized man bearing a head of light brown hair, slightly wavy. He wears a smug smile most of the time, and frequently a 5 o'clock shadow across his face. He is finely built and by no ones standard strong, but he can handle himself well and is quick on his feet.

Equipment: Villa does not carry much in the way of equipment, but what he does carry serves him well.

Lock picking kit- This kit is wrapped in a small roll of well worn gator hide tied closed with leather strips. Inside are an assortment of tools: a piece of thin strong wire, lock picks, a sheet of parchment, needles, metal files and various other items that can all be employed to help Villa open locks. Villa created the kit from scratch to suit his abilities best. It weighs very little and is no larger then your average wallet.

Sling- Villa prefers a sling to most weapons, and is reasonably skilled with it's use. The sling he uses was originally owned by a rich citizen of Villa's homeland, rumored for it's enchanted accuracy. Villa is frequently running out of stones, and during one particularly long dungeon crawl he was forced to use obols instead. He has since grown accustomed to them, and uses only round metal disks a local smith would forge for him, as Villa is loathe to part with money.

Ring of Dispel- This ring was stolen from a noblemen's house. It is a white blue metal and emits a weak magickal field, no larger then about 2 feet. When placed against a door that has been mage locked, or against any magickal item, the item either weakens or looses its powers. In the case of a door, this allows a mage lock to become merely a challenging lock, instead of an impossible feat.

Cloak, boots, shirt and pants- Villa is against getting dirty, or indeed much traveling at all and as a result his clothes are fairly light and comfy, save for his cloak, which is a standard almost anyone, and is lined with unicorn fur.

That's all of Villa's equipment worth noting, history now!

History:
Villa's parents left him when he was 14, slamming the door and yelling loudly "Take care, we'll be back in an hour or so!". This gave Villa a rather rude upstart, as previous to his parents departure he had lead a privileged, some would say spoilt, life in a land not so far away from Cythera. Soon after his parents leaving, Villa turned to thieving. He often witnessed his mother "borrow" things from the market and (as he quickly learnt) if he wasn't caught, no one was the wiser. Over the years Villas skills in the area grew, shaping him into the thief today; a fine one. Villa still seems to have kept his taste for riches, and has a strong belief that if work is involved, then it isn't his job. Villa specializes in opening locks, and was often employed by the judges of his home land to "acquire" documents regarding a trail. As his home land fell under the siege of war with their water starved rivals and neighbors, Villa felt the pressure rising, and got away aboard a valuable goods ship, bound for further lands in order to bring more revenue for the war effort. Pulling strings, being influential and pretty much getting the right people drunk, Villa managed to worm his way on as an officer, but was thrown overboard by the captain just off the coast of Cythera; he had been caught drinking the wine needed for resale. After swimming ashore he sought refreshment in the Two Tailed Rat Inn, and currently resides there.


[edit] unicorn fur, not rat lizard [/edit]
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Better to die on your feet then live on your knees.


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Name: Vilya [ Vil | ya ]
Surname: Aaerow [ ar | row]
Race: Dimeresti (High Sea Elf)
Gender: Female
Profession: Bladesinger
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Stats min: 5 max: 30
Str: 13
Dex: 23
Int: 15
Wis:15
Con: 12
Charisma: 24 (personality)
Charm: 24 (physical beauty)
skills: -=SWIM=-101% ~ dodge 92% ~ sword 98% ~ sing 100% ~ charm 99% ~ shield 89% ~ defend 51% ~ Attack 50% ~ -=WATERLUNGS=- 101% ~ Tracking 70% ~ bash 21% ~ tackle 34%

Equipment:
Vilya could not care less about wearing any sort of heavy armour. She only will wear armour and weapons that do not impede with her swimming.

Vilya wears a (humming) (anti-evil) sea elven seaweed cap on her head, and an amulet of detect lies around her neck. The seaweed cap is her most prized item for it was an heirloom from her grandmther, Vera, queen of the sea elves, the amulet was cast overboad from a ship passing over her where she was swimming

=---= to be continued =---=

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So I says to young William, there were so many arrows up there you could't barely see the sun, but at least we were fighting in the shade.

Name: Liberius.
Race: Elemental Being, Humanoid.
Age: Timeless.

Height: 6'2" from ground, 6'1" from feet.
Weight: Lighter than air.

Mind: 22
Reflex: 26
Body: 2
Health: 50
Level: 10
Abilities: Properties of Fire, Domination of Fire.

Description:

Sprung from the heart of fire, Liberius can be considered not part of the Element itself, but rather a spoiled grandchild. It has been blessed with all the characteristics of fire, granted the ability of self-restraint, and trapped within a humanoid form. He is lighter than air, and his feet hover an inch from the ground. He appears to be dressed in gray robes and cloaks, though anyone foolish enough to reach out and touch the garments will feel their hand pass through them, and into a furnace. Most never repeat the act. His 'skin' is black, with flame-red eyes.

As an immortal, but not invincible, being, Liberius has realized it's duty to be the struggle for freedom of all life and nature. It believes in the the inevitable decay of arbitration, and the return of all authority to the individual. It chose its name to reflect that purpose, travelling the world to remove bondage where ever it is found and returning obscenities against nature to their basic elements.

It accomplishes most of its goals through diplomacy; the being can speech by forcing air through it, though the process is painful. It's primary form of defense is to never give a reason to be attacked. If pressed, Liberius can unleash its destructive nature, though it considers the willful death of any intelligence to be a violation of freedom, and thus a crime to be avoided at all costs. When enraged, though, its destructive abilities have been likened to plagues sent by divinites.

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Sometimes it would stop raining long enough for the stars to come out. And then it was nice. - Forrest Gump
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Name: Yunaleska
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5"1
Age: 17
Physical Appearance: She’s a short girl who looks years younger than she is, has long blonde hair and has smooth olive skin.

Yunaleska was born in Iverlee 17 years ago. Upon birth her husbandless mother was killed so she was left to live with her neighbors who her mother barely knew. At 5 Yunaleska Ran away from her foster parents who abused her regularly and was left to fend for herself in the wild forests of Iverlee.

In order to survive the young, small child learnt to communicate with animals and they soon came to think of her as one of their own. One-day raiders came to her town and burnt the forest in a attempt to cover their tracks. Just escaping, Yunaleska, at age 16 set out towards the town of Camedia, the only town she knew of to make a new life for herself.




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Note: About this topic

I've moved all of the characters from the original character info topic that have fallen into disuse, died, or moved on - based on how often they were referenced over the past few months. Its quite possible I moved a character here that someone wants to still use* (or by the same token, forgot a character over there that should be moved here because the creator is choosing not to continue with them) - if that is the case let me know and I'll take whatever action is necessary to fix this.

All the characters here are being retained in a separate topic so that active characters can be found easier, but the characters in this topic still exist in stories and chronicles scattered about. If needed for a reference, their info can be found here.


*Especially since some people have multiple versions of their character, or twenty characters, and so on.

Name: Detharon
Gender: Male
Age: ???
Race: ???
Height: Eight feet tall
Magic: ???
Hit points: ???
Body: ???
Reflex: ???
Mind: ???

Detharon was once the greatest servant of the Chimaera. For most of the Great War, he served them loyally. Tragically, he was corrupted and lost to darkness near the end of the war.
The last descriptions of him say that Detharon was big. Standing eight feet tall, he was broad in the shoulders and deep in the chest. A pair of beautiful wings stretched across his back, extending several feet. He had a gold colored face with blue and silver hair. Detharon wore gold armor and carried a sword of gold color.
It is believed that he has largely abandoned combat and now is responsible for corrupting any races that his master—the Death King—deems useful.
He now has yellow eyes an armor-like hide, with reptile-like wings, and white hair. He uses magic and razor-like talons to attack. He is now covered with scars from his battle with Selax and his former second-in-command Tomsan.

This post has been edited by Selax: 02 February 2005 - 09:45 PM

((About time I moved this.))

Toreon was a rather useless human farmer kid, who knew no magic and had no training in weapons or fighting. Still he wandered around with the adventurers, helping when he could, until he was killed by Undine. His little sister, Retsy, still lives and ambles aimlessly about Cythera.

There was no intention for Toreon to live through his first TS (though he did), which is why he has no personality ^_^

This topic should be pinned.

Maybe so. It's already linked in the first post on the Character Info Topic, so a pin might be unnecessary.

This post has been edited by Selax: 07 March 2007 - 11:13 PM