Post by Julieboo on Apr 10, 2007 22:41:03 GMT -5
(My other character thread was really screwed up, so I decided that I'll just start a totally new one. Callie, you may delete my origional thread.)
•Taro - A gigantic silvery and black dragon. He was once a kind dragon, with a rider and a large heart, until he was lured into the grasp of a dark and evil figure (who changes from rp to rp.) who turned his heart black. Taro murdered his rider and in his grief and regret he flew off, leaving a trail of death in his wake. Years later, he found a cave on the side of an dormant volcano, on the outskirts of the Rook mountians, with a lake in it's crater. He has since become the self proclaimed ruler of the volcano and surrounding forest.
Taro slept an unpeaceful sleep. Dark figures arose around him, the scent of blood and screams of terror consumed everything. One voice. One scream stood out from the rest. His rider's scream. The dying wail of the rider he had murdered. Suddenly everything became cold. A icy claw seemed to tear into him, ripping to the heart. He let out a deafening roar of agony as his eyes shot open and he found himself in the comforting dim light of his cave. The smell of blood still lingered in the air...
•Koria - An elven warrior. She was once the princess of the Golden Leaf tribe, a clan of elves that lived so deep in the forest of Karia they remained unaware of events outside of their little world. Koria's mother had been a great warrior but had died in battle, and wanting to follow in her footsteps she ran away from her overprotective father and his tribe. She carries only a longbow that her mother gave her before she died. She is inexperienced and klutzy, and her little fox Wyn follows her everywhere.
Run. Run Faster. Koria could think of nothing else. The twigs and branches snapped at her face, but she only ran harder. Suddenly Koria felt something tug at her boot, and her stomach lurched as she crashed to the ground. She sat there for the longest time. She could feel the burn of tears behind her eyes. Suddenly the idea of running away didn't seem such a good idea any more. She slowly lifted her head. There sitting just inches from her face was a tiny fox cub. The happy twinkle in the little fox's eyes seemed to inquire what on earth she was doing. A huge smile broke out across Korias face...
•Redtip - A wandering cat. She was once owned by a noblemen and his family in a wealthy neighborhood in Umar, but the noblemen's son threw rocks, and his daugher had ribbons and clips that pulled at her fur. Desprate to escape such torture, when Redtip was just a kitten, she fled to the light and dark forest. She is not always good, nor is she evil. The subject of where her loyalties lie is confused, clouding her judgment.
The sudden shrill shout of the boy sent the small cat running. She felt the sting of a pebble on her back, and a yowl excaped her throat. The cries of the boy only got louder, and more pebbles flew. Bigger ones this time. Weaving through the bushes of the garden, Redtip desprately tried to escape the onslaught. Between branches, pricked with thorns, and finnally squeezing under the fence. Suddenly the pebbles stopped. Redtip heard the crying wail of the boy on the other side of the fence. Then she realized with a start. She was finally free...
•Rokera - (pronounced rok- AIR- a) A roaming centaur. She carries a sword and a bow. She was captured as a foal and sold to humans as a pet. She escaped, but forever vows to terrorize humans for what they did to her. Her hate for humans consumes her, occupies every part of her mind. She has escaped slavery, only to become a slave of her own hatred.
A rotting crate stood alone in the shadows of a dusty alleyway. Suddenly the crate shuddered. The sound of splintering wood suddenly split through the night. A bloodied hoof emerged, followed by the pale, thin face of a young girl. Rokera slowly crawled out. She was in a sorry state. Her ribs protruded from her patched pelt, her skin was white-pale and a look of maddness filled her eyes. She pulled herself out of the box, draging her nearly usless legs behind her. Using the crate for support, she shakily got to her feet. A single whispered phrase escaped her lips. "They will die..."
•Charcoal "Coal"- Charcoal was once a great warrior, an alpha female, with a sleek black coat, and a powerful pack. But when her mate Nuei died, Coal's pack fell apart. As time passed, her limbs became old and stiff, and her heroic past forgotten. Now she is nothing but an old, grey, mysterious, healer, living alone in her dark cave, on the boarder between the Light forest and the Dark forest. Her cave is filled with herbs and mixtures, and she tends to any wolf that is injured. She speaks only when needed, and leaves her cave only to gather herbs and hunt. But despite her simple appearance, she holds many secrets and stories, and will never loose her warrior spirit.
She was suddenly alone. Every last wolf, every pup every elder, had disapeared behind the horizon. She stood unbelieving, as if in a dream. Her pack, or at least what was left of it, had just abandoned her. "No." She whispered under her breath. "This can't be. They'll come back, I'm their hero. They won't forget me." She paused as an icy wind ruffled her black fur.
"They can't possibly forget."
But, every story must wear out eventually, every legecy must die, every hero forgotten. They never returned.
•Kar- A human boy. He grew up in a small village on the edge of the Killimen desert and listened to stories about the danger and excitement the rest of the world held. When he turned 16 he ran away from home to seek the adventure he had been told of. He took nothing with him but a small pack of food, his staff and the clothing on his back. He has terrible social skills, and always stutters, mumbles or says something foolish whenever he is talking. His physical inability, his ignorance of the world and the fact that he is inable to comunicate make him well... usless.
Kar used his left arm to steady himself against a wall, and reached down to grab his staff. The pain and loss of blood made him dizzy. A dark reddish-brown stain on his tan sleeve reached from his wrist to his elbow. Blood ran down his palm as he grasped his weapon. Clutching the wooden staff tightly with both hands, Kar stumbled over to help his friend, but he only made it halfway. The dizziness overcame him, his vision was blurred and the ground beneath him bucked and rolled. He dropped to his knees. Again his weapon clattered to the ground. He slowly crumpled into the dust, his blood-sodden arm pinned beneath him. Everything went black.
(hehe. I like that post)
•Mister Oliver Wilbur Salamandar. A PhD. Dermatologist on a quest to find a cure for the nororious Giant Carnivorous Boils disease.
Mister Oliver Wilbur Salamander was the greatest dermatologist in all the land. He could cure any disease or rash of the skin. He could cure reptile skin, mammal skin, bird skin, fish skin, he could even cure tree bark! But the one thing he couldn't cure was... Giant Carnivorous Boils That Slowly Eat Away At Your Skin And Eventually Kill You Similar To Smallpox But Even More Extreme, also known as GCBTSEAAYSAEKYSTSBEME.
(done!)
•Taro - A gigantic silvery and black dragon. He was once a kind dragon, with a rider and a large heart, until he was lured into the grasp of a dark and evil figure (who changes from rp to rp.) who turned his heart black. Taro murdered his rider and in his grief and regret he flew off, leaving a trail of death in his wake. Years later, he found a cave on the side of an dormant volcano, on the outskirts of the Rook mountians, with a lake in it's crater. He has since become the self proclaimed ruler of the volcano and surrounding forest.
Taro slept an unpeaceful sleep. Dark figures arose around him, the scent of blood and screams of terror consumed everything. One voice. One scream stood out from the rest. His rider's scream. The dying wail of the rider he had murdered. Suddenly everything became cold. A icy claw seemed to tear into him, ripping to the heart. He let out a deafening roar of agony as his eyes shot open and he found himself in the comforting dim light of his cave. The smell of blood still lingered in the air...
•Koria - An elven warrior. She was once the princess of the Golden Leaf tribe, a clan of elves that lived so deep in the forest of Karia they remained unaware of events outside of their little world. Koria's mother had been a great warrior but had died in battle, and wanting to follow in her footsteps she ran away from her overprotective father and his tribe. She carries only a longbow that her mother gave her before she died. She is inexperienced and klutzy, and her little fox Wyn follows her everywhere.
Run. Run Faster. Koria could think of nothing else. The twigs and branches snapped at her face, but she only ran harder. Suddenly Koria felt something tug at her boot, and her stomach lurched as she crashed to the ground. She sat there for the longest time. She could feel the burn of tears behind her eyes. Suddenly the idea of running away didn't seem such a good idea any more. She slowly lifted her head. There sitting just inches from her face was a tiny fox cub. The happy twinkle in the little fox's eyes seemed to inquire what on earth she was doing. A huge smile broke out across Korias face...
•Redtip - A wandering cat. She was once owned by a noblemen and his family in a wealthy neighborhood in Umar, but the noblemen's son threw rocks, and his daugher had ribbons and clips that pulled at her fur. Desprate to escape such torture, when Redtip was just a kitten, she fled to the light and dark forest. She is not always good, nor is she evil. The subject of where her loyalties lie is confused, clouding her judgment.
The sudden shrill shout of the boy sent the small cat running. She felt the sting of a pebble on her back, and a yowl excaped her throat. The cries of the boy only got louder, and more pebbles flew. Bigger ones this time. Weaving through the bushes of the garden, Redtip desprately tried to escape the onslaught. Between branches, pricked with thorns, and finnally squeezing under the fence. Suddenly the pebbles stopped. Redtip heard the crying wail of the boy on the other side of the fence. Then she realized with a start. She was finally free...
•Rokera - (pronounced rok- AIR- a) A roaming centaur. She carries a sword and a bow. She was captured as a foal and sold to humans as a pet. She escaped, but forever vows to terrorize humans for what they did to her. Her hate for humans consumes her, occupies every part of her mind. She has escaped slavery, only to become a slave of her own hatred.
A rotting crate stood alone in the shadows of a dusty alleyway. Suddenly the crate shuddered. The sound of splintering wood suddenly split through the night. A bloodied hoof emerged, followed by the pale, thin face of a young girl. Rokera slowly crawled out. She was in a sorry state. Her ribs protruded from her patched pelt, her skin was white-pale and a look of maddness filled her eyes. She pulled herself out of the box, draging her nearly usless legs behind her. Using the crate for support, she shakily got to her feet. A single whispered phrase escaped her lips. "They will die..."
•Charcoal "Coal"- Charcoal was once a great warrior, an alpha female, with a sleek black coat, and a powerful pack. But when her mate Nuei died, Coal's pack fell apart. As time passed, her limbs became old and stiff, and her heroic past forgotten. Now she is nothing but an old, grey, mysterious, healer, living alone in her dark cave, on the boarder between the Light forest and the Dark forest. Her cave is filled with herbs and mixtures, and she tends to any wolf that is injured. She speaks only when needed, and leaves her cave only to gather herbs and hunt. But despite her simple appearance, she holds many secrets and stories, and will never loose her warrior spirit.
She was suddenly alone. Every last wolf, every pup every elder, had disapeared behind the horizon. She stood unbelieving, as if in a dream. Her pack, or at least what was left of it, had just abandoned her. "No." She whispered under her breath. "This can't be. They'll come back, I'm their hero. They won't forget me." She paused as an icy wind ruffled her black fur.
"They can't possibly forget."
But, every story must wear out eventually, every legecy must die, every hero forgotten. They never returned.
•Kar- A human boy. He grew up in a small village on the edge of the Killimen desert and listened to stories about the danger and excitement the rest of the world held. When he turned 16 he ran away from home to seek the adventure he had been told of. He took nothing with him but a small pack of food, his staff and the clothing on his back. He has terrible social skills, and always stutters, mumbles or says something foolish whenever he is talking. His physical inability, his ignorance of the world and the fact that he is inable to comunicate make him well... usless.
Kar used his left arm to steady himself against a wall, and reached down to grab his staff. The pain and loss of blood made him dizzy. A dark reddish-brown stain on his tan sleeve reached from his wrist to his elbow. Blood ran down his palm as he grasped his weapon. Clutching the wooden staff tightly with both hands, Kar stumbled over to help his friend, but he only made it halfway. The dizziness overcame him, his vision was blurred and the ground beneath him bucked and rolled. He dropped to his knees. Again his weapon clattered to the ground. He slowly crumpled into the dust, his blood-sodden arm pinned beneath him. Everything went black.
(hehe. I like that post)
•Mister Oliver Wilbur Salamandar. A PhD. Dermatologist on a quest to find a cure for the nororious Giant Carnivorous Boils disease.
Mister Oliver Wilbur Salamander was the greatest dermatologist in all the land. He could cure any disease or rash of the skin. He could cure reptile skin, mammal skin, bird skin, fish skin, he could even cure tree bark! But the one thing he couldn't cure was... Giant Carnivorous Boils That Slowly Eat Away At Your Skin And Eventually Kill You Similar To Smallpox But Even More Extreme, also known as GCBTSEAAYSAEKYSTSBEME.
(done!)
