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Azi Demonica

Azi Demonica

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Name: Leon Del Monaco
Age: forty-three
Gender: male
Race: Human

Archetype: grumpy, knowledgable, experienced senior

Strengths:
-Slot 1- brave swordsman
-Slot 2- impetuous sorcerer
-Slot 3- upclose pistoleer

Flaws:
-Slot 1- rather old; not as energetic, fast, agile, or strong as younger folk
-Slot 2- difficult temperament; grumpy, impulsive, impatient, aggressive, callous, cheap, stingy, stubborn, but has table manners
-Slot 3- unfriendly aura; callousness, stern face, and sinister appearance probably unwelcome and suspicious for most folk

Background: Most would be rightfully concerned of the different kinds of attacks Leon is capable of inflicting, especially when in a bad mood. Able to employ a mix of sorcery, swordplay, and firelocks, he is adaptable through and through as would be expected of humans. A versatile fighter indeed despite his age, he can give far superior foes a nasty surprise!

A man of many treks, failures and minor triumphs throughout Allyai, Leon is quite an experienced adventurer, taking the life of a jobseeker, nomad, explorer, bouncer, bodyguard, even mercenary. He is knowledgeable about basic survivalism and combat, having learned many things from his many companions, most of whom have ended up dead one way or another during whatever journey was at hand. Although experienced, enduring many losses has left him with limited emotions.

Contrary to his magical ability, Leon does not care much about Vaults and Satorian artefacts, even having little regard of Dendar. Leon’s sorcery is simple, his staff capable of forming and then releasing spiralling masses of magical blue projectiles. The longer he takes to cast a spell, generally, the stronger the projectile becomes.

Appearance: 5’8”, 170 lbs., dark hair, brown eyes,

Familiar/Animal Companion: N/A

Equipment & Accessories:
court sword, magical staff, two flintlock pistols (one larger than the other), sash, black attire, boots and gloves of leather

13-Dec-2017 06:41:06 - Last edited on 13-Dec-2017 20:18:22 by Azi Demonica

Inferi

Inferi

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Name: Ak’syisi
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Kobold

Archetype: Beguiler/Druid

Strengths:
-Slot 1- Strong Magical Affinity
-Slot 2- Powerful Mental Fortitude
-Slot 3- Extremely knowledgeable about all things magical, theoretical as well as practical

Flaws:
-Slot 1- Physically Weak
-Slot 2- Will not cast directly damaging spells or physically hurt anyone
-Slot 3- No combat knowledge
-Slot 4- Sometimes needlessly brave and stubborn

Background: Ak’syisi is somewhat of an anomaly, at least when it comes to kobolds. The sole survivor of the massacring of his tribe, he wandered until finding an adventuring party that accepted him, and his self-taught magical abilities, as help that they needed. Although he spent only a small amount of time with the party, it left a massive impression on him and shaped the way the rest of his life has played out. It was enough that he branched out his magical practices, having focused entirely on the illusionary side of things before, and learned how to manipulate the natural forces of the earth as well.

Yet he had realized before that it wasn’t enough to be able to do . The death of one of his friends taught him this, when it was something he could have prevented had he understood the situation. And so, he dedicated himself not just to his study of practical magic and the growth of his own capabilities but to the knowledge as well, even about that which he would not use. The explosions and remains of his tribe had left him with no desire to ever see such things implemented, and while he knew he could not fully stop others from doing so he could stop himself. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

13-Dec-2017 19:55:14

Inferi

Inferi

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While the abilities of the rest of the party weren’t something he could imitate - or that he wanted to imitate, as his dislike for physically hurting others was as much as his dislike for magic that could do such a thing - they made an impression on him in other ways. Somewhat of a coward before, the inability to back down that the party had possessed wore off on him, and now he is much more likely to stand up for what he believes in - enough that sometimes it would probably be best if he didn’t.

While he still speaks in the way that kobolds do - as no amount of practice will remove something that is tied to you racially - he is much more well-spoken than others of his race, and can speak nearly any language that exists due to his extensive studies. While they relate mostly to magic, knowing other languages was somewhat of a prerequisite in order to read many of the tomes that exist on the subject. He has been nearly everywhere to find whatever information he can on the subject, or at least everywhere that will allow him to be there. Many times he’s been forced to sneak into somewhere to find a particularly tantalizing piece of knowledge, but it’s something he would rather not try if he does not need to.

All of his knowledge is currently being compiled into a book, the makings of which he keeps in a small journal. It is written in shorthand as well as insanely small script in order to both keep it concealed until it is finished and fit as much into a small book as possible.

Appearance: Well...he’s a lizard. Or rather, he’s your typical kobold: small, reptilian, but humanoid in stature and posture. He stands at an impressive 2.25 feet tall, with a less-than impressive weight of 33 pounds. He has somewhat of a weak frame when compared to his fellow kobolds, and his hands are more likely to have ink on the nails as compared to dirt or dust. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

13-Dec-2017 19:55:25

Inferi

Inferi

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Familiar/Animal Companion: A small pony that would be unable to carry anyone larger than he is, but who is also significantly more intelligent and aware than any other of its species, even rivaling some of the sentient races due to its bond with Ak’syisi. White in color and fairly average in appearance and build. The pony does not have a name, and if anyone asks why Ak’syisi would inform them that he, the pony, has not found one that suits him yet.

Equipment & Accessories: Although it seems as though he should have given it up a long time ago, Ak’syisi’s primary garment is an oversized hooded robe, dull red in color, and frayed to great extent along nearly all edges. It has several holes that are patched up with a brown material of some kind. The sleeves are always covering his hands, and the bottom is nearly always dragging on the ground, at least when he is walking. There’s also several parts of it that are burned, cut, and pretty much any other kind of damaged that one can imagine.

The interior of the robe is lightly reinforced, although it won’t do much more than stop a grazing hit. He wears a very light suit of leather armor underneath the robe, although again it won’t do much to stop a direct hit. He carries no weapons, although with the amount of random pouches he carries it would probably weigh him down too much even if he found one worth taking. The pouches carry pretty much anything one could imagine that relate to his field of experience, including magical reagents, his quill and journal, and a massive amount of seeds that he plants almost anywhere.

Under his armor he wears a very basic set of clothing as well as a pair of boots, all of which are tailored to his size. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

13-Dec-2017 19:55:41

Annie1227
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Annie1227

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Name: Annie Wells

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Species: Half Human/ half elf

Appearance: She has long black straight hair and her eye are green. She has a short straight nose. Her skin is tan.She is 5 feet 1 inches tall. She weighs 100 pounds. Her body is covered in hard muscle and show’s very little fatty deposit anywhere on her body. That's because she has been training to fight all her life and traveling. She also has a small wolf paw tattoo on her right upper arm. It's the mark of the Black Hand.


Attire/Armour: she was wearing Camouflage clothes. She also has a pack that has all her food, clothes,First Aid Kit , Blankets, note book with pen and everything else she needs to travel.

Weapon(s): She has a sword sheath on her waist and has bow and arrows.

Magic: Yes

Powers:

Fire- She can manipulation and make the fire from thin air. she can make puffs,waves,whip and other things with fire.

Nature- she can manipulation of plants,weather and other things with nature.

(She doesn't know she has power but strange things has been happening to her)

Short Character History: All Annie's life she was a spy. She was born in the Black hand so, she was trained to fight and everything else to be a good spy as a very young age by her father named Jim whose the best spy for The Black Hand. She was one of the best spies for her age because of her father. She has been on many missions as a spy and successful complete them with her father by her side. Now she does her missions by herself. She didn't want that life anymore so she ran away.



Annie Wells - 13- Half human, half elf - Annie1227 -Dances-

13-Dec-2017 20:24:55 - Last edited on 18-Dec-2017 06:25:26 by Annie1227

NotFishing

NotFishing

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Name: Gaius
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Archetype: Warrior Priest

Strengths:
-Master Swordsman
-Divine Magic
-Resistance to poison, alcohol, and other toxins

Flaws:
-Alcoholic
-Reckless
-Poor Marksmanship

Background: Gaius was born in a small, unimportant village known as Elkwood, where the majority of citizens made their living as either hunters or lumberers. His father was a priest in the small but well maintained temple dedicated to Kalmar, the god of honest labor and integrity, while his mother was an herbalist.

With well-educated parents, he was naturally taught how to read, pouring over scripture his father had given him and reading off lists of ingredients to his mother. Unfortunately, his literate background set him apart from the other kids, who avoided and excluded him from possible, partly because of envy and partly because he did admittedly have a haughty attitude over his superior education.

He found the hobby of reading to peaceful, or even enjoyable, and was particularly transfixed by the religious tales of Saints and heroes who martyred themselves in the name of their gods. The idea of charging into a greatly superior force and making a valiant last stand, or defying a tyrant whatever the cost, all in the name of driving back evil or protecting the innocent, seemed nothing short of glorious to him. They brought an excitement that he sorely lacked in such an isolated village.

One day, when he was around fourteen years old, his mother was tending to a young man who had accidentally embedded a hatchet into his own leg. As his mother was busy searching for a poultice that would kill the infection, he walked up to examine the wound, placing his hand over it. He knew there were priests and clerics who could heal wounds through touch alone, and wished he could do the same. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Dec-2017 01:51:49 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2017 04:43:17 by NotFishing

NotFishing

NotFishing

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Turns out he could.

Before he knew it, a soft, white energy was flowing from his hands, and the wound sealed itself before his very eyes. The man's groaning immediately went from painful to relieved, and his mother dropped the poultice in shock, the glass shattering against the floor.

The discovery that his son was capable of divine magic brought his father much joy. Though his father himself only had the barest hint of the ability, he taught Gaius everything he knew, and gave him access to every tome he had on the subject. Gaius soon became something of a prodigy, much to his family's pride, but by age seventeen it was clear that his father's books and teachings would not be enough to reach his full potential. So his parents reluctantly began to consider sending him to the city, to seek full-time instruction in a larger temple with more experienced priests.

Then, a mere few days before his eighteenth birthday, disaster struck. His mother had gone out to collect some herbs, going deeper into the woods than usual, in a route she had never traveled before, only to step on a rusty bear trap, and there was no one nearby to hear her cries for help.

She had been missing for more than two days when a hunter found her and carried her back, but by then it was too late. Gaius's healing easily cured the surface wound, but infection, hunger, dehydration, blood loss, and the summer heat had long since set in. One of her elixirs might have done the trick, but in her delirious state she was unable to specify which one, and Gaius's studies had mainly been focused around curing physical ailments. Incapable of keeping food and water down, or even forming a coherent sentence, she perished that night. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Dec-2017 02:05:57 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2017 03:44:05 by NotFishing

NotFishing

NotFishing

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Her death struck the family hard, Gaius's father especially. His preaching had been half-hearted, and he would often stop mid-sentence with a distant look in his eye, staring at an empty pew and no doubt wishing his wife had been in attendance. He became increasingly distant and withdrawn from both his son and the community he lived in. Gaius and many others began to speculate that he had lost faith. He had also halted whatever arrangements he had been making to send Gaius away for instruction - perhaps he did not want to be left alone, or perhaps he simply didn't care any more.

Then, his father began to come home with alcohol on his breath. It wasn't too bad at first, just a slurred word here or an accidental stumble there, nothing overly noticeable. But as the weeks progressed, his father's alcoholism grew increasingly worse, to the point where he could barely keep his balance.

Finally, enough was enough - Gaius confronted his father that winter. His father merely grumbled and told him it was none of his business. But still, Gaius persisted. He brought up how excessive drinking and addiction went against Kalmar's teachings, pointing out that his father had been neglected teachings and promises, and finally concluded by saying that his mother would have hated to see her husband in such a state.

Gaius's father grew furious, and struck him across the face. Neither of them brought up the subject again.

That spring, the Elkwood received an unusual burst of activity. They rarely received even individual travelers, which was why it was quite a shock to see no less than twelve men marching into town, clad in bright red armor and robes. They made straight for the temple, grinning at passerby who glanced at them with either interest of suspicion. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Dec-2017 02:22:15 - Last edited on 15-Dec-2017 03:43:56 by NotFishing

George Rozas

George Rozas

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Name: Grog.
Age: 22.
Gender: Male.
Race: Orc.

Archetype: Monk!

Strengths*:
-Slot 1- Unlocked access to his inner ki.
-Slot 2- Way of the Iron Mountain style. (Tough as iron, strong as stone)
-Slot 3- Exceptional reflexes.

Flaws:
-Slot 1- Not a bright individual.
-Slot 2- Does not yet know any ways to use his ki aside from Way of the Iron Mountain.
-Slot 3- Way of the Iron Mountain is slow, except for reflexes.

Background: The story of Grog is an unusual one, raised amidst a tribe of fellow Orcs until a raid went bad - drawing the ire of a powerful noble with a lot of armed retainers. The tribe was crushed under the bulk of this force, the only survivors being the infant Grog and his mother who, carrying the boy away, fled into the mountains where she collapsed from cold and exhaustion after three days pursuit.

Grog's survival came from being hidden beneath the body of his dead mother, giving him just enough protection from the elements to stay alive a bit longer, and more importantly the arrival of a mountain dwelling hermit that brought the infant to safety. With nowhere else to bring the boy, the hermit took Grog in and taught him to survive in the rough environment - much like his Orc family would have when he got older. Beyond this, the hermit taught Grog how to fight - with his bare hands, of course. Unlocking Grog's inner ki took much training, his education lacking somewhat, but one day it sort of just... Kicked in, and suddenly Grog found himself able to punch holes in rocks among other things.

With the hard part done the hermit taught Grog his fighting style, the Way of the Iron Mountain, and explained that so long as Grog used the technique his skin would turn away blades and arrows as if it were made from metal - and his strikes would have the strength of an avalanche. Then the hermit sent Grog away to wander the world, to uncover more styles, and to master himself... Grog didn't really understand that last part. I am Inferi.

15-Dec-2017 02:23:22

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