RPC Name: Cecilly Snow
Age: 47
Race: Pixie
SubClass:
Personality:
- quick with a smile and a laugh, stubborn and mocking, genuinely cares about the welfare of those she knows.
Appearance:
Cecilly
Abilities:
-empowering surge
Weapons:
-re-curve bow
-poisoned arrows
Elements:
-nature magic
Gear:
-light pixie armor.
Tell me about your stats
Weight: aprox 1lb
Height: 3 inches tall
Build: slim
What do you value most?
-support
Why do you fight?
-to find a place of peace.
Biography:
- Cecilly often found herself overlooked, maybe some saw her as little more than an insect. After all to a knight or a demon what was a pixie? she stole her way through childhood, it wasn't a terrible life she saw many other far worse off. To her other creatures where worse off, they needed so much more to survive, more food, more space. She even began to feel superior over them, and other pixies, many of whom wanted to become like the knights. she scoffed at them and kept her distance, no creature her size could hope to fight a creature their size in a straight up fight with swords and axes.
Instead she decided to focus on the bow, even without the strength that the larger creatures had she could be just as deadly with the application of poisons and debilitating magic.
Other:
Username: Zephyr_infinity
RPC Name: Grave
Age: 77
Race: living armor
SubRace: spirit
Personality: quiet and calm, Grave is slow to act and slow to make decisions. Slow to understand new situations. but make no mistake that does not mean he is stupid, just that he wont blindly rush into anything.
Appearance:
- without any armor, he cannot move and appears to be an orb of blue energy with seven smaller orbs orbiting it.
Abilities:
-channeled blade:
calls one of the spirits possessing his body to enchant his sword greatly increasing its damage
Weapons:
-a thin bladed arming sword.
-an oval kite shield that appears to have once depicted a crest but has been worn down.
Elements:
-necrosis
Gear:
-blackened steel plate, appears to once have been decorative.
-cloak of the fallen, a dark blue cloak once used to wreath fallen warriors as they where buried. comforts the undead, calming them even from blind rages.
Tell me about your stats
Weight: 26 kg
Height: 6" 2'
Build: N/A
What do you value most?
-abilities
Why do you fight?
-to remember myself
Biography:
-Grave does not know what to think of himself, he awoke in the dark alone, surrounded by naught but faded grave stones. Some times people would wander by and marvel at the armored knight other days nothing would disturb the air, Until the stones crumbled and nature over took the graveyard. Without really knowing why he left, leaving the patch of grass that he had come to know, and walked out into the world now cloaked in eternal darkness.
he walked for a time unknown to him, days did not pass in the dark, and he needed neither sleep nor food with which he could judge time. some times he would pass structures and wonder if he should visit, but most times he decided against it. it was in this period of wander he discovered more about himself, as in the past he had simple not moved. he discovered how hollow his body was that he was naught but armor. He rarely saw others and few bothered him, though when they did he found he was quite skilled with a blade and a shield.
his feet took him far, and little of the land looked as it had when he departed. and he knew not why but this is where he stopped. planted his blade into the earth and sat. it was now that he thought and wondered, this was the first time in his existence that he wondered as to what he was and why he was here. he had no answers to his questions, and thinking on them only brought him more questions no answers. So he set out again this time with purpose, he wanted to find out who he was. he knew nothing of gods and goddesses, but even he was shaken to the core when the call for the games went out. In any other situation he would have sat down to think, perhaps have stayed there until the games had ended before coming to a cohesive decision. but this was different, it came like a command and yet invigorated him charging his limbs with life and energy....
Other:
-Grave is pretty ignorant of the world, culture, and most everything.
"Death is lighter than a feather. Duty, heavier than a mountain."
Username:Zephyr
RPC Name:Al'Lan Margoran
Age: 73
Race: Ifrit
SubRace: N/A
Personality:
Appearance: (anime picture is necessary)
Abilities:
- shape shifting
Weapons:
- bladed staff, (where the haft would be instead there is a large single edged cleaver type sword)
Elements:
- flame
Gear:
- tattered robes, once where fancifully colored and ornate, but time has reduced them to tatters that only hint at the majesty they once portrayed.
Tell me about your stats
Weight: 147lb
Height: 6" 11'
Build: anorexic
What do you value most?
- magical strength
Why do you fight?
-
Biography:
Other:
