Post by RaistlinMajere on Mar 18, 2007 20:31:04 GMT -5
[here's an idea I used on A-U but didn't quite fly. Sparrow, I know this sounds like your story but I actually came up with the idea a while ago]
Many things were said of the ancient Wyrmlords. Bards had it that they used to soar undefeated through the skies, protecting the mortal realm of Nyria from war and adversity. Children once said they were friends, playmates who romped through their villages and offered them rides through the heavens.
They were the Guardians, defenders of the sacred heavens and mortal earth.
They were lost in antiquity.
On a day when the skies rained ice and the rivers ran vermilion with flame, the Wyrmlords vanished. And a new Emperor rose to power through treachery and deceit.
Three thousand years.
Three thousand years of endless warfare and military tyranny. The continent of Nyria has been rent and torn apart from the fires of what the Emperor calls his Holy Ascendancy. The cities spill over with armies and war engines. Men are called to war, and the villages and economy starve.
This cannot go on.
CHARACTERS
Name: Knyn (pronounced KAH-nen) [RaistlinMajere]
Gender: male
Race: human
Age: 27
Occupation: swordsman
Weapons: an enchanted, ebony-bladed greatsword called Mortality; shurikens; dirk; daggers
Appearance: ragged shoulder-length black hair; steel gray eyes; stern and clean-shaven features; lean build; light chainmail; dark cloak
Personality: solitary and enigmatic; has a definite dark side; doesn't talk much unless he has something good to say; can be known to have a wry sense of humor
History: Born in an insignificant mountain village, he was the product of a rape between a traveling soldier and a village woman. His mother committed suicide shortly after giving birth. He was taken in by an elderly old seamstress, who cared for him until she died. At the age of six, he was left to fend for himself in his village. Around the age of ten, his village was razed by the advancing armies. He escaped into the forest and was taught swordplay by a hermit, formerly a retired knight, who lived in the woods.
Name: Zealan [ven]
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 23
Occupation: Necromancer. Priest of the Dark Order (made up cult-you didn't set specifics for religion)
Weapons: Staff of the Wyrms, poisoned dagger for close ups
Appearance: Flowing smooth and silky blonde hair. Soft seductive gray eyes. sensuous mouth, smooth, clean-shaven chin. Very handsome, almost pretty. Always wears flowing white robes (to the dismay of those in his order). adorns nothing that is not gold or white.
Personality: iron will, but possesses eloquence in speech. No firm moral values, but never harms the innocent unless it is necessary or it will advance his goals. Takes things as they come. Enjoys bedding with yound women.
History: Descendant of an ancient wyrmlord. Son of the Head of the Dark Order. His father disapproves of him being so... easy with women and also his donning of white robes. Even though he isn't overwhelmingly powerful in necromancy, the Staff of the Wyrms has enabled him to perform much greater magics then he could have done by himself. he uses the dagger for protection. the Dark Order works for the empire, and so does Zealan, but he disapproves of the empire's ways.
Name: Rath [Sparrowhawk]
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: Sellsword. Mercenary for hire.
Weapon(s): Two short swords that he wears across his back.
Attire: Rath wears browns and greys, since they blend in the most in the twilight, which his when he earns his pay a lot of the time. He also has a tendency to wear a hauberk of chain mail from time to time, if he thinks the need warrants it. He also wears steel vambraces. He wears a grey cloak.
Eye colour: Grey (.....my charries will always have grey eyes. Unless it doesn't suit them at all. )
Hair colour: Short brown hair
Stature: 6' and somewhat stocky.
Personality: I guess we'll all be finding out. He's practical, though.
Background: Rath was born in a city of turmoil, but he was the son of a respected lord. At least, that's how he was by birth. It wasn't that long after he turned 15 that he was disowned, when he attacked a group of drunken soldiers who were relieving some peasants of their coppers. He has since wandered around, a travelling swordsman for hire, doing odd jobs as a Merchant's Guard or simply as a Mercenary Warrior.
Name: Jada Cobaltin [Meldawen]
Age: 21
Race: Human, formerly of a nomadic desert tribe
Gender: Female (this is bizarre! I'm the first female!)
Occupation: Scribe, or more accurately, posing as a scribe
Weapons: Since fleeing her tribe (see History) she has always carried a dagger in her belt at the very least, and upon journeying anywhere takes a scimitar, which she knows fairly well how to use but is not a master by any stretch of the imagination.
Appearance: Dark-haired, dark-skinned, dark-eyed. Rather tall and lanky for a young woman, which aids her in posing as a boy, which she does habitually as women scribes are rather unheard of. And as an added benefit, it keeps her hidden.
Personality: Eh....don't quote me...she's looking imperious and canny, but she could totally change.
History: Until the age of fourteen Jada was poised to ascend to leadership of her desert tribe, a group of nomadic humans. Her father was the leader at the time, but when he died suddenly Jada found herself in the midst of a power struggle and was nearly burned alive for witchcraft. She fled and now poses as a scribe's apprentice to stay hidden.
Skills: Dabbles in magic and has a glib tongue.
Name: Elaith [Kitiara Brightblade]
Gender: male
Race: human
Age: 24
Occupation: Cutthroat {assassin}
Weapons: A red-hilted backsword, various hidden daggers, several poisons
Appearance: Medium length,slightly shaggy black hair; bright green eyes; rather tall and lean, but graceful; stern features; wears dark clothing to blend into shadows
Personality: Rather self-centered, but can talk his way out of hard places; often depressed; never lets emotions get in the way of his work.
History: Born to parents of unknown origin, father killed his mother shortly after her giving birth, then disappeared. Wandered the streets of a long forgotten village, and was left to fend for himself. Attempted suicide at a young age; he was taken in by a band of cutthroats, who made him an apprentice. At age sixteen, he killed two of the band, and left, seeking a new way in the world. Still sees no reason to life, often considers death.
Name: Malcar [Ember]
Gender: Male
Race: Cambion (Human/Demon)
Age: 29
Occupation: Cultist, Servant Of Demons
Weapons: A Mace and a dagger
Appearance: He has long dark hair, a rather rugged and scarred face, greenish eyes, a number of earrings and rings, he wears a long dark red jacket over his otherwise brown and black clothes.
Personality: Obsessed in pleasing his masters, views other lifeforms as lesser beings that can only be used or that can get in his way to meddle with his plans. Ambitious in his own right as he wishes to become recognized as a demon lord one day, which truly is an ambitious claim to achieve.
History:
Malcar was the son of a woman who had been seduced and captured by a demon, the demon kept the woman alive to take care of Malcar. They actually lived in a crowded city where they appeared as a happy merchant couple, but behind the scenes there was a constant atmosphere of fear and anger. Yet when Malcar was old enough to understand what he was and to answer for his own doings, he killed his own father who had pretended to be a merchant all for nothing.
But as always murder never goes unnoticed and Malcar`s true nature was also discovered so he fled, but his mother was caught and burned for being in league with demons. Malcar turned away from his hometown and ran away to the wilderness where he survived due to his demonic nature. His luck was however about to turn as he ran into a cultist who served a powerful demon lord and thus Malcar was taken into the cultists protection. He was turned into a fanatical cultist with the blessings of his demons masters upon him.
Yet still again when his life was about to settle disaster struck, his cultist master was executed a number of zealous god fanatics. Malcar could not match their strength together, but decided to wait for them to be off guard. That chance never came as they went to the town of Malcar`s birth, there they would be safe from him as the town had now been turned into a center of priests while he had been gone. Apparently his mothers burning and his own escape had been a catalyst to this all. Now Malcar seeks to gain more power by serving his lord and only waiting for the chance to come around to burn his fanatical hometown to dust.
Many things were said of the ancient Wyrmlords. Bards had it that they used to soar undefeated through the skies, protecting the mortal realm of Nyria from war and adversity. Children once said they were friends, playmates who romped through their villages and offered them rides through the heavens.
They were the Guardians, defenders of the sacred heavens and mortal earth.
They were lost in antiquity.
On a day when the skies rained ice and the rivers ran vermilion with flame, the Wyrmlords vanished. And a new Emperor rose to power through treachery and deceit.
Three thousand years.
Three thousand years of endless warfare and military tyranny. The continent of Nyria has been rent and torn apart from the fires of what the Emperor calls his Holy Ascendancy. The cities spill over with armies and war engines. Men are called to war, and the villages and economy starve.
This cannot go on.
CHARACTERS
Name: Knyn (pronounced KAH-nen) [RaistlinMajere]
Gender: male
Race: human
Age: 27
Occupation: swordsman
Weapons: an enchanted, ebony-bladed greatsword called Mortality; shurikens; dirk; daggers
Appearance: ragged shoulder-length black hair; steel gray eyes; stern and clean-shaven features; lean build; light chainmail; dark cloak
Personality: solitary and enigmatic; has a definite dark side; doesn't talk much unless he has something good to say; can be known to have a wry sense of humor
History: Born in an insignificant mountain village, he was the product of a rape between a traveling soldier and a village woman. His mother committed suicide shortly after giving birth. He was taken in by an elderly old seamstress, who cared for him until she died. At the age of six, he was left to fend for himself in his village. Around the age of ten, his village was razed by the advancing armies. He escaped into the forest and was taught swordplay by a hermit, formerly a retired knight, who lived in the woods.
Name: Zealan [ven]
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 23
Occupation: Necromancer. Priest of the Dark Order (made up cult-you didn't set specifics for religion)
Weapons: Staff of the Wyrms, poisoned dagger for close ups
Appearance: Flowing smooth and silky blonde hair. Soft seductive gray eyes. sensuous mouth, smooth, clean-shaven chin. Very handsome, almost pretty. Always wears flowing white robes (to the dismay of those in his order). adorns nothing that is not gold or white.
Personality: iron will, but possesses eloquence in speech. No firm moral values, but never harms the innocent unless it is necessary or it will advance his goals. Takes things as they come. Enjoys bedding with yound women.
History: Descendant of an ancient wyrmlord. Son of the Head of the Dark Order. His father disapproves of him being so... easy with women and also his donning of white robes. Even though he isn't overwhelmingly powerful in necromancy, the Staff of the Wyrms has enabled him to perform much greater magics then he could have done by himself. he uses the dagger for protection. the Dark Order works for the empire, and so does Zealan, but he disapproves of the empire's ways.
Name: Rath [Sparrowhawk]
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: Sellsword. Mercenary for hire.
Weapon(s): Two short swords that he wears across his back.
Attire: Rath wears browns and greys, since they blend in the most in the twilight, which his when he earns his pay a lot of the time. He also has a tendency to wear a hauberk of chain mail from time to time, if he thinks the need warrants it. He also wears steel vambraces. He wears a grey cloak.
Eye colour: Grey (.....my charries will always have grey eyes. Unless it doesn't suit them at all. )
Hair colour: Short brown hair
Stature: 6' and somewhat stocky.
Personality: I guess we'll all be finding out. He's practical, though.
Background: Rath was born in a city of turmoil, but he was the son of a respected lord. At least, that's how he was by birth. It wasn't that long after he turned 15 that he was disowned, when he attacked a group of drunken soldiers who were relieving some peasants of their coppers. He has since wandered around, a travelling swordsman for hire, doing odd jobs as a Merchant's Guard or simply as a Mercenary Warrior.
Name: Jada Cobaltin [Meldawen]
Age: 21
Race: Human, formerly of a nomadic desert tribe
Gender: Female (this is bizarre! I'm the first female!)
Occupation: Scribe, or more accurately, posing as a scribe
Weapons: Since fleeing her tribe (see History) she has always carried a dagger in her belt at the very least, and upon journeying anywhere takes a scimitar, which she knows fairly well how to use but is not a master by any stretch of the imagination.
Appearance: Dark-haired, dark-skinned, dark-eyed. Rather tall and lanky for a young woman, which aids her in posing as a boy, which she does habitually as women scribes are rather unheard of. And as an added benefit, it keeps her hidden.
Personality: Eh....don't quote me...she's looking imperious and canny, but she could totally change.
History: Until the age of fourteen Jada was poised to ascend to leadership of her desert tribe, a group of nomadic humans. Her father was the leader at the time, but when he died suddenly Jada found herself in the midst of a power struggle and was nearly burned alive for witchcraft. She fled and now poses as a scribe's apprentice to stay hidden.
Skills: Dabbles in magic and has a glib tongue.
Name: Elaith [Kitiara Brightblade]
Gender: male
Race: human
Age: 24
Occupation: Cutthroat {assassin}
Weapons: A red-hilted backsword, various hidden daggers, several poisons
Appearance: Medium length,slightly shaggy black hair; bright green eyes; rather tall and lean, but graceful; stern features; wears dark clothing to blend into shadows
Personality: Rather self-centered, but can talk his way out of hard places; often depressed; never lets emotions get in the way of his work.
History: Born to parents of unknown origin, father killed his mother shortly after her giving birth, then disappeared. Wandered the streets of a long forgotten village, and was left to fend for himself. Attempted suicide at a young age; he was taken in by a band of cutthroats, who made him an apprentice. At age sixteen, he killed two of the band, and left, seeking a new way in the world. Still sees no reason to life, often considers death.
Name: Malcar [Ember]
Gender: Male
Race: Cambion (Human/Demon)
Age: 29
Occupation: Cultist, Servant Of Demons
Weapons: A Mace and a dagger
Appearance: He has long dark hair, a rather rugged and scarred face, greenish eyes, a number of earrings and rings, he wears a long dark red jacket over his otherwise brown and black clothes.
Personality: Obsessed in pleasing his masters, views other lifeforms as lesser beings that can only be used or that can get in his way to meddle with his plans. Ambitious in his own right as he wishes to become recognized as a demon lord one day, which truly is an ambitious claim to achieve.
History:
Malcar was the son of a woman who had been seduced and captured by a demon, the demon kept the woman alive to take care of Malcar. They actually lived in a crowded city where they appeared as a happy merchant couple, but behind the scenes there was a constant atmosphere of fear and anger. Yet when Malcar was old enough to understand what he was and to answer for his own doings, he killed his own father who had pretended to be a merchant all for nothing.
But as always murder never goes unnoticed and Malcar`s true nature was also discovered so he fled, but his mother was caught and burned for being in league with demons. Malcar turned away from his hometown and ran away to the wilderness where he survived due to his demonic nature. His luck was however about to turn as he ran into a cultist who served a powerful demon lord and thus Malcar was taken into the cultists protection. He was turned into a fanatical cultist with the blessings of his demons masters upon him.
Yet still again when his life was about to settle disaster struck, his cultist master was executed a number of zealous god fanatics. Malcar could not match their strength together, but decided to wait for them to be off guard. That chance never came as they went to the town of Malcar`s birth, there they would be safe from him as the town had now been turned into a center of priests while he had been gone. Apparently his mothers burning and his own escape had been a catalyst to this all. Now Malcar seeks to gain more power by serving his lord and only waiting for the chance to come around to burn his fanatical hometown to dust.
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I'm certainly not going to try playing a female. 