My Intro's and Bio's.

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Name: Micky West

Age: Just turned 13

Gender: Male….

Race: Micky is human.

Armor/clothing – Micky wears an assorted set of clothing, which he deliberately mismatches to his own personal style. Micky wears a sort of headband on his head, which keeps his long hair out of his eyes, the headband is a pale blue, showing how old it truly is. On the front of the headband is a picture of a Raven. Around his neck is a bandana like scarf, which covers the area between his chin, to his collarbone. The bandana is a dark shade of red, and stands out usually. His shirt is a simple black tunic, which is slid over his head, which is then covered by a tanned leather jerkin. Around his waist is tightly worn a brown belt, which is always tied on tight to him. The leather jerkin has short sleeves, which end a bit before his elbows. Covering his hands, he wears fingerless gloves, which are made of a black material, leather on the outside, and satin on the inside. Around his right wrist is tied a slip of bright red cloth. He wears black trousers, of a material unknown by him. Lastly, he wears a pair of high top black shoes, which he can manage to run silently in with ease.

Weapons – Micky is not very strong, and so he relies on distance, and speed to fight. So his only weapon is a small dagger, it looks like any other dagger, handle, hilt and blade. The blade curves slightly, and is defiantly sharp, and is made of steel. The handle is wrapped in black cloth for extra grip, and has a simple cross guard. The hilt is the interesting part of the dagger though; it can be turned clockwise and pulled out. When it is pulled out, a thin chain follows a chain that is over 4 meters long. The chain is extremely sharp, and very hard to use, and the hilt of the chain is like a piece of metal, being thrown at intense speeds.

Appearance – Micky is about 5, 3. So he is not very tall compared to adults. Micky is of a medium sort of built, with not very much muscle on him, but he isn’t too thin. His hair is jet black, and straight at the front, in bangs and spiked at the back naturally, although his headband keeps his fringe out of his eyes. His skin is tanned gently, so he is not strongly tanned, neither is he pale. His eyes are scarlet, which draws a lot of attention to him, but are very friendly. Micky has a large smile, with bright white teeth.

Personality – Micky is a loud young boy, and can be very immature at times. He always has something rude, or arrogant to say and is a natural joker. Although he is all these things he can be serious, rarely, if it is needed badly. When there is a fight, Micky is likely to join in, and try hard to turn the tide. Micky is one of those people that will not ask for help, ever and is extremely determined.

Likes – Micky likes to cause trouble, or play jokes on people, to climb, to run around, to train at night, to sleep, to study how to read, and lastly he likes being with his friends, which he only gained as an orphan.

Dislikes – Micky dislikes rules, being told what to do, having things taken away from him, doing chores, being quite, everything any 13 year old dislikes really.

Short History – Micky’s father was a knight, who was one of the first few to be sent into battle during the second coming, where he was killed in a fierce battle, and cut to pieces, so he could not be buried. Micky’s mother tried to look after Micky, but with no father to bring in money she abandoned Micky when he was young, dying only a few days later. Due to being hung for stealing bread.

Name: Ti’sorth Halloway

Age: Ti’sorth is twenty eight years of age

Race: Ti’sorth is a type of Human, but with a background that means he has a few better senses. His hearing, seeing and smelling senses are through the roof, as his Tribe have lived inside caves for hundreds of years, and those senses have just become better naturally.

Gender: Ti’sorth is a man…

Weapon: Ti’sorth has only a pair of swords.

The first sword is a very strange object, it is made of a type of rock, yet is still fairly light. The rock is grey, and surprisingly very sharp for rock. The blade is not a thick bashing tool, but a slicing tool like any sword would be. In the center of the rock blade is a pair of Manhood, one a sparkling a blue gem, and the other a dark red crystal. Both seem to harbour some form of magical energy that Ti’sorth uses when he fights using the sword. The sword has a platinum cross-guard, which is a dark purple shade and twinkles only in the moonlight. The handle is big enough for two hands, yet is used for only one hand, as this sword is the secondary weapon of Ti’sorth. The handle is made of a metal, steel probably, with leather wound around it for grip. In the hilt of the sword is a two halved gem. One half is dark red, and the other is a sparkling blue. This sword is usually worn in a scabbard tied around Ti’sorth, in the waist area.

The second sword is also quite unusual. It is thicker than the rock sword, but not any heavier. Many have called the sword beautiful, as it is made of steel like the one crystal mined in the deepest depths of the furthest deserts, a hard place to reach. The sword is double sided, meaning both sides are sharp and the tip is extremely sharp. The blade itself cannot be stained by blood, so whenever blood is shed, it just rolls off the blade, and never leaves a mark. Much like the rock sword this sword has a gem in the center, an onyx which changes colours, from pink to black, in a peculiar way. The sword handle is also big enough for two hands, but is usually also used with only one hand. The cross guard is made of steel, and wrapped in leather to hide it. The handle is made of onyx, and wrapped in leather for grip. The hilt is plain onyx.

Armor: In theory Ti’sorth doesn’t wear much armour, just a few bits of random armour thrown together. Covering his chest he wears a black vest like object. Although it has a collar that covered the front of his throat, and stops at his chin. Also it has a sash sort of thing covering most of his right arm. The vest is like two black leather vests put together, with sheets of flexible metal between them, so really it is armour. But many think it is just a vest for clothing.

Next he wears a pair of gloves, which could be called weapons also. They are also made of the black leather, and have tiny, thin, flexible sheets of metal in them, which is unnoticeable really, unless you take a blow from one of these gloves. They also have short fingers, so they cover the top half of his finger, up to the joint.

Ti’sorth also wears a pair of simple trousers, that are black. There isn’t anything special about them, they fit tightly to his figure, and that is about it.

Appearance: Ti’sorth has jet black hair that is of a strange design. The front of his hair is naturally straight leaving him with hair that falls down around his face and at the back is naturally curled in spike like things. He is about 5,10 and of a medium build, not too stocky or too thin. His face is always clean shaven, and his eyes are grey, a sign of his good eye sight. That is really all you need to know about what he looks like.

Personality: Ti’sorth is a social recluse, and rarely ever speaks. Although he is the silent, dangerous type. With a whole heart of determination and honor Ti’sorth is one of the bravest warriors you will ever meet. When he talks it is to argue a point, offer ideas or answer questions directly directed at him. He is a stern looking man, and seems older than he really is.

Name: Costan (His last name is seemingly non-existent)

Age (put both human years and appearance-age for characters that live longer than humans do): Costan is about twenty-eight. Although he isn’t so sure if he is.

Race: Costan is human

Gender: Costan is a man

Alignment: Costan is neutral, and can be paid for his fighting.

*Class: Costan is a Rogue/Thief, and a Bounty Hunter.

Physical Appearance: Costan is about 5,11, and not the stockiest fighter out there. He is fairly thin, with well toned muscle in his arms, legs and chest. His skin is a shade of olive, which seems to be natural. His eyes are a deep brown, and apparently are very handsome. Which he doesn’t agree with. Costan has straight hair that falls down around his face, to about his shoulders. It has a type of parting, which keeps his fringe away from his eyes. The main length of his hair is black, naturally, and the ends are a bright red. Also there is a scar running about an inch across his left eyebrow.

Clothing/etc: Costan wears a black leather jerkin, which is fastened with chords that run down the ride side. The jerkin is extremely durable, and can take a lot of damage. It has no sleeves, and is like a vest. Around his shoulders he wears a very dark red cloak, which is so dark it could be mistaken for black. This cloak is seemingly his trademark, as he is rarely ever seen without it. His boots are buckled up, and are tightly buckled. Around his neck is worn a bandana, that just covers his throat, and bottom of his chin.

Personality: Costan seems to have once been reckless and young, taking risks and being extremely loud. Although these have died away with age, or an experience. He is now not silent, but takes his time to think of what to say, and the perfect way to say it. He can be slightly reclusive, and spend time away from companions. Although he is full of determination, and willing to risk his life to protect the young, which also leads back to an experience in the past. He is very precise with his words, and makes each word clear as he speaks it.

Weapons/Magic/Fighting ability (include the style and how good your character fights): Costan has two long bladed knives. A pair of the knives are usually strapped to his ribs, in scabbards that are fastened on. The knives are about twelve inches long, and have six inch handles, that are a type of animal bone. The exact type is not fully known by Costan, seeing as they were stolen from a Prince. The blades are made of steel, that can’t be stained with blood. These knives are extremely sharp on both sides, and the tips can easily be shoved through steel if enough force is put into it.

Costan also relies on his hand-to-hand fighting, which he is expertly trained to use. His fighting is a mixture of strength, speed, and endurance mixed together. So that he can kill without even having to draw one of his knives. He is extremely agile, and is an expert gymnast. Being fully capable of scaling walls, jumping, flipping, somersaulting, and gripping onto anything for an increased amount of time. Costan uses his agility for his fighting style, making him an extremely formidable foe.

*Other items/information: Costan is trained with a sword, and can use it also.

Story/Background (What happened to your character up to the current point in the RP):
Costan was a well known knight, but after a great battle he was sentenced to obscurity. During this battle he was included in a force that slaughtered a village full of people, to get the soldiers to come out and fight. Women and children were burned, and the men cut up. This led his group to be massacred, and he escaped with a squire. After the battle was won, to stop any shame coming to the name of the knights, he was banished. And never seen again by the military.

Name: Juliet Chatillione

Age: About 18, in human and Vampire age

Gender: Female

Race: Vampire

Appearance: Juliet stands at about 5,9 and is extremely pretty. Much like any Vampire she has a pale shade of skin, and brown eyes with a silver streak running through her pupil. Her hair is dark brown-nearly black and is down past her shoulders in length, it is naturally straight and always seems to stay straight. Her teeth are pearly white, and perfectly aligned. Her upper canine teeth are only a slight bit longer and pointier. So they are hardly noticeable. Around her neck is worn a tight choker necklace, with an iron fist about an inch in size hanging from it. Juliet is currently wearing a white mini skirt with black leggings, around the waistband of the skirt is worn a black belt, that looks like three strips entwined around and around. The buckle is made of silver, and holds some sort of other purpose. Also Juliet wears a tight black Sublime t-shirt. Over this she wears her two holsters, which are just below her armpits, and are held on by a strap over the opposite shoulder. Lastly she wears a denim jacket that has safety pins and badges scattered over it, the jacket is almost always open. She also wears black and white chucks with pink laces.

Weapons(s): Juliet is well equipped and well trained, she has 4 weapons with her, and can use a large variety more.

Firstly is her pair of Revolvers, they were imported from Czech and are very rare. Only one pair is made every decade. The barrel is made of a mix of silver and steel that has been melted together for a perfect metal. The barrel is of the usual length and has a design of crosses over it. The hammer is made of gold, and is one of the most expensive pieces of the gun. It is 24 Carat gold, and was imported from Mexico. The handles are made of Ivory, which is found only in a rare breed of whale, that only mates at the surface once a decade. It is incredibly smooth and good on the hand.

Secondly is her melee fighting. Juliet is trained in various forms of Martial Arts and is extremely acrobatic. She is capable of fighting with the use of gymnastics and is incredibly fast, even for a Vampire. Her hits do not rely on strength, but on the speed and amount she can land. ‘

Lastly is her Colt 45. It is made completely of 24 Carat gold and has ivory handles made from Elephant tusk. The magazine is extended to hold an additional 12 bullets, and the firing rate is increased. This gun was made especially for Juliet, so the handle fits her hand perfectly. The gun was put together just for her, and is surprisingly light for the amount of gold in it.

Personality: Juliet is like any teenaged girl, she is just somewhat more violent and can be more reserved. She likes boys, and music, and fashion, but is scary in that way. She is the youngest Vampire in the ranks, and is the only to ever be interested in anything to do with the Human girls. She is loud and can be very sensitive at times, although in a fight she is violent, and strikes hard and fast. She is unpredictable and smart-mouthed. A regular troublemaker.

History:

Russia, 2002

The car pulled up onto the dirt road, and started to rumble along it. The car held seven seats, each one was full. The mother and father sat in the front two, a young girl sat in the middle row, in the middle seat, and the others were filled with armed men. As the car turned a bend a volley of gunshots ripped through the windows of the left side of the car. The glass cascaded into the car as one of the armed men slumped forward with blood oozing from a hole in his neck. The car swerved as more gunshots followed, and the tires were quickly popped by a few accurate shots. The car stopped suddenly, as did the shooting. The girl was pushed from the car into a bush where she lay. The shooting continued, but now shots were returned. From the girls hiding place she could see where the shooters hid. And she watched as the car was shot up, and the bloody remains of her family and guards slumped against the windows.

The shooters quickly turned and fled, and after a few hours of waiting in darkness a man appeared, picking the girl up and taking her away to safety. He was Lucian.

Intro 1.

Two men stood side by side facing a large wooden door. Swords were heard rattling outside the door, and a few thuds that symbolized an attempt to force through the door. The two men took hands off their own swords and joined them, in a friendly hand shake. Obviously they both knew that today was the day they die, defending what they believed what was right. Their families, friends, children, had been killed, or where fleeing down the passage behind them, out into the plains. Both faces were pale with fear, dreading the moment when they would be forced to kill, only to be killed. The door was opened and the tide of war followed in. At least forty men rushed in, swinging with swords at the two defenders. These two men both stepped forward together, slicing around with great force. Knocking down their attackers, cutting them limb from limb, buying time for the people of the town. Arms, heads, chunks of body and blood were thrown into the air as the fighting continued. By the time these forty men were strewn across the ground, the two defenders were at their knees. Covered in a mixture of light and deep cuts, blood soaked them. Who did it belong to though? Did it matter? This was the thought they had as a man strolled into the building, holding in his hands a thickly built club. In a few swings the first defender lay across the floor, blood sprayed against the wall, is blood. In a final attempt the last defender pushed off the ground, slicing his blade around and slicing across the throat of the club-wielding man.

Fifty Years Later

Two boys of about fifteen were crouched down on the top of a small hill, looking at the town below them, and the keep that was nestled in the middle of the town.
“Do you think they’ll know we’ve been gone?” One asked, the more nervous looking, with a whisper.
“No, they won’t have noticed.” The other said, as he stood and jogged down towards the town, running in a zigzag pattern. Surprisingly this boy had a sword, a hand crafted long sword, with a wooden hilt and a shimmering blade. As the second boy caught up, only holding a dagger, they both stopped at the gate of the town. Something was dangerously wrong with the place. As the two boys walked up through the main street they noticed nothing. A squeak was heard from inside a house, and the two boys rushed towards it, the boy with the sword now holding his weapon. A man stumbled out, the town butcher, covered with his own blood. A deep cut was seen across his chest, spluttering blood onto the floor he spoke.
“Boys, it’s a trap! Run!” He shouted, using his final strength and dropping to the ground. From the top of the street came a group of four men, all holding battleaxes in their huge hands.
“Run mate, I’ll hold them.” The boy with the sword shouted, pointing the tip of his sword at the oncoming men. With a pat on the shoulder, the second boy sprinted away, towards the hill they had come from. As the four men came forward, the boy stepped forward with his sword, only to be swept aside with the swing of a sword. A heroic young boy was dead.


In The Castle Of Indorath

“Sir, the Armies of Hadias are back. Wiping the towns out on the way here, and they have killed everything on the way.” A man shouted, holding a sword in his hand.
“We must fight them, cut them off!” He added, with a roar of approval from the crowd of gathered soldiers. The king stood up, thinking and lifting his hands.
“General.” The king boomed, yet in a gentle voice. A soldier lifted his head, obviously staring at the ground before being called.
“You will lead an expedition, if you would, to the Kingdom of Yasris.” The King said, waiting for a reply. That path took riders over a years to complete, going over mountains, ocean and plains. Through the realms of other races. The general nodded and pushed his way through the crowd, leaving the room with a sigh. He needed to go find out about this path, and he knew one man that could tell him everything.

The General stopped outside a tent, and pushed through the flap.
“You have come to find out about the path?” The old man inside asked. The General nodded, sitting down and rubbing his chin.
“There is little to tell you. I do tell you this though, do not ever contact the Shadow Elf tribes when you reach the Willow Mountains.” The old man wheezed, ruffling around in a bag before shoving a map into the General’s hands.
“Good luck…” The old one wheezed before ushering the General out. The Quest was to begin…

A boy was alone, lying on his back in an empty room. His black hair completely covering his face, which he was blowing on so that it would dangle in the air, before dropping back down onto his skin. He wasn’t thin, nor was he stocky, he was perfectly in between, and had tanned skin which was seemingly perfect, in a tone manner. His eyes were electric blue, and were visible beneath his hair all the time. His lower lip had a piercing on the right side, while his ear had a rose piercing on his left ear. As he laid there, blowing on his hair and looking at the ceiling the door to the cabin opened.

In walked the girl he had known his whole life, Chelsea. Her brown hair fell to about her shoulders; the brown was so dark it was nearly black. Her bangs came down sharply and diagonally to cover one eye, which gave off the overall good looking image of a girl. She was shorter than the boy, but not by too much. Her eyes were a light greenish, which changed to dark brown, or a colour commonly mistaken by many to be grey. This all depended on what she was wearing. She walked in to the room, a very shy look across her face, and stared at the boy on the floor.
“Jarred, you really need to grow up.” Chelsea said, the shyness seeming to disappear whilst talking to Jarred.

Jarred, the boy, sat up with a grin as his hair fell away from his face. Some said he had a smile to die for, he made sure that everyone knew this. He stayed on the ground however, staring plainly at Chelsea.
“Ha-ha, you need to learn to keep quiet.” Jarred retorted, sticking his tongue out and winking at Chelsea. He flicked his hair from his eyes with a minute movement of his head. He waited for a reply from Chelsea, who simply dropped her bag on the floor and made a face towards Jarred.
“Hey, I think you’re just jealous that boys and girls trip over themselves to try get with me.” Jarred said with a grin as he stood, by lifting his legs and pushing himself up.

Chelsea was caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up with ease. He dropped her to the floor and sat down at one of the two seats in the cabin. Smiling at her cheerfully.
“Not too old for hugs?” Jarred asked with a wink as he leant back in the seat and looked up at the ceiling. Around his neck a chain was visible, with a black rose medallion on it, which was about an inch in diameter.