The PW Character Bio Thread
Vixe - Heavens Tear
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Hey, fellow PWI-ians, I saw a thread like this on the Forsaken World forums and decided that PW should get something like this too, just to see what everyone's character's backstory is. So, basically, just explain the history of your character and why they do what they do. =D
I'll go first:
Back when Vixe was just a pup living in the big City of the Lost, her life was perfect, despite her family's lack of wealth. She had many friends, everyone was kind to her, and nothing ever went wrong with her around, and she grew up believing that the whole world was like her home -- perfect and flawless. Unfortunately, problems arise during her 'coming-of-age' when she was told to duel with other venomancers, which, needless to say, didn't go so well. Frustrated with constantly losing all the time, she trained hard to get stronger and better, but she kept getting shot down. Eventually, Vixe figured out that not should she train herself to be stronger, but also her pets.
So later on, Vixe went about trying to train her pets to get stronger, and yet she still kept losing. That was when she figured that this was because her pet wasn't perfect enough; perfectly strong, perfectly fast, perfectly everything. Her pet was not it. And so, she began experimenting -- pumping her pet until it was strong enough to attack, creating new skills for it to learn, giving it everything it needed in order for it to win. Naturally, like any pet of course, it had its limit and it died later, but that didn't stop Vixe, oh no. Now, she travels the land, searching for the perfect pet that will withstand her experiments.
I'll go first:
Back when Vixe was just a pup living in the big City of the Lost, her life was perfect, despite her family's lack of wealth. She had many friends, everyone was kind to her, and nothing ever went wrong with her around, and she grew up believing that the whole world was like her home -- perfect and flawless. Unfortunately, problems arise during her 'coming-of-age' when she was told to duel with other venomancers, which, needless to say, didn't go so well. Frustrated with constantly losing all the time, she trained hard to get stronger and better, but she kept getting shot down. Eventually, Vixe figured out that not should she train herself to be stronger, but also her pets.
So later on, Vixe went about trying to train her pets to get stronger, and yet she still kept losing. That was when she figured that this was because her pet wasn't perfect enough; perfectly strong, perfectly fast, perfectly everything. Her pet was not it. And so, she began experimenting -- pumping her pet until it was strong enough to attack, creating new skills for it to learn, giving it everything it needed in order for it to win. Naturally, like any pet of course, it had its limit and it died later, but that didn't stop Vixe, oh no. Now, she travels the land, searching for the perfect pet that will withstand her experiments.
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Grippieluver was nothing less than a lazy child, only in search of new friends. She met two best guys (of which she thought) in all of perfect world, of whom helped her and encouraged her to be stronger and help her fellow people in defeating the wraiths.
Still being very lazy, but quite content with her new guy friends (falling in love with one ) she decided to fight- just a little- in order to please them. She saw this as boring, but the man she was in love with, really wanted her to be able to go into fox form. "It's what all of the 'best' veno's can do." he would say. Well she wanted to be "best" in his eyes, so she worked, day and night, in order to become strong enough to work on cultivation. When she finally exceeded her cultivation, she was able to obtain the skill of fox form. Her friend was quite pleased. But she realised the importance of defeating these wraiths, and got wind of an easier way venos fight. pets she worked, yet again, day and night to obtain the skill of taming, healing, and reviving pets. after working very hard getting the best pet she could possibly find, she was able to fight, better! Thsi wiped away the laziness in Grippie's heart.
She now grows stronger day by day, helping younger followers along the way. But what of her love life? Well, Grippie and her friend ended up being boyfriend and girlfriend, but onle for a short period of time. Although, they are still the bestest of friends in all of the world. What happened to the other one of the trio? It turns out he loved Grippie, but nothing ever turned out from this. They are also still very close.
lol:)[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]Thankiez to Dorset for the sig!
MagicHamsta will remain in our hearts forever
P.S. I am a female venomancer ^^ I know it's rare, isn't it?0 -
Lol, that's awesome, Grippie! It'd be nice to read all the bios, if only just for fun to pass the time doing WQ and stuff. =p0
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I had to xD I saw this and couldn't pass it up though this is a little different than the version I used for my fanfiction but if I had to RP my character in the PWI setting this is what I'd use :P
Kyna
Age:26
Race: Human
Class: Blademaster
Hometown: Timberfield
Brief history: Kyna was found outside the small town of Timbefield when she was very young. So young that she doesn't even remember and regards the town's tailor as her mother. The tailor that had taken her in already had a son one that Kyna followed like one would an older brother. Her adoptive mother attempted to teach her the ways of tailoring but she didn't show much interest, instead she was often found watching the boys train, especially the blademasters. She knew when she watched them that she wanted to fight. While making armor was important she just didn't feel that it was her true calling. Her mother denied buying her a sword, but that didn't stop her. She was very ambitious and showed that in learning to fight without a weapon.
She joined the fight against the wraiths at an early age alongside her brother. They often fought side by side but she eventually lost her adoptive brother to the wraiths and since, has grown rather bitter. Even now, as a full grown and skilled fighter, she has kept fists as her weapon of choice but she's now begun to perfect skills with swords as well, mostly in memory of the brother she lost. She has an extraordinary ability to channel chi and her fighting style is based more on speed than strength.
Personality: Kyna is loud, brash, competitive, ambitious, and very assertive. She's often seen as grumpy and sarcastic, the deaths of many a friend and countless battles have made her such a way. She hasn't lost all humor though. When the opening for a mean yet witty comment presents itself she normally can't help but say something and flash an amused smirk at the butt of the joke. She can be unintentionally funny when giving her honest opinion. It seems that her honest opinions are full of interesting comparisons and can be funny in a dry and sarcastic kind of way.
She shows no mercy to her enemies, but is fiercely protective of her friends and those she considers family. Though she seems tough, she still has soft spots that bleed through every once in a while, much to her embarrassment. Hand her a cute puppy or kitten and that tough facade is bound to falter although she may try to convince you later that you saw nothing. She also denies that she'll ever settle down though perhaps the right man could change her mind. :P[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Thanks Silvychar for the sig
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Fanfiction found on the forums or at rikasstorycorner.deviantart.com
LOST CITY! -> home to the original badasses of PWI b:cool
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Character: Ikurei
Age: 27
Mental Age: 8
Gender: Male
Class: Venomancer
Hometown: ???
Background Info: Ikurei is, for lack of a better word, random. No one is really sure where he came from and anyone who has asked received vague responses such as 'a yellow submarine' (we are not sure what this 'submarine' he speaks of is) or 'somewhere over the rainbow'. Despite being male, Ikurei has not only chosen the path of the female-dominated venomancer class but is also commonly seen dressing in women's clothing (the fact that he looks better than many real females in said clothing will not be mentioned...wait, ****). There are moments where Ikurei will heartlessly send his minio-er, pets to almost certain death while he makes good his escape and at other times he will bawl endlessly if any of his summoned creatures gets so much as a scratch.
Family: No blood relatives of Ikurei are known. Common belief holds that Ikurei is an agent of chaos spawned from a dark place under a rock in order show the world that existence is just one big joke.
In a related note, after a drunken binge Ikurei woke up to discover that he had been adopted by two other venomancers as well as a female cleric. We're not entirely sure what happened but we're positive that we don't want to know.
Strategies Used: Ikurei's tactics are awkward, clumsy, chaotic, and juvenile. Despite everything, they are somehow still highly effective. The time he drove an army of wraith to mass suicide by singing the Barney song over and over and over again may or may not have been a fluke.
Personality: ...Ikurei is Ikurei. You probably don't want to know more than that.This alt has been brought to you by lkurei - Harshlands.
I'm a guy. b:sad
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'I think most of us f2p players stopped caring about buying gold once the ani packs came in, bent the gold market over a chair and did unspeakable things to it. >_>' Miugre - Heavens Tear0 -
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! Kyna, alwayz the best of the writerz.. it wuzz a very enjoyable read[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]Thankiez to Dorset for the sig!
MagicHamsta will remain in our hearts forever
P.S. I am a female venomancer ^^ I know it's rare, isn't it?0 -
Omg this is such a cute idea!!!! Heres mine then!!!
Name: BeingHope b:chuckle
Nickname: Hope
Age: 14 hahahaha xD
Gender: Girl!!
Class: Cleric what else o.o...
Hometown: Archosaur but grew up in Plume City
History:
As a young girl, she grew up in a loving family who gave her cookies and lemonade everyday. However they felt that Archosaur was far too busy and being a very huge city with many thieves, murders, and killers, they decided to raise her in Plume City.
So as she grew, once a year her parents would take her to Archosaur to see family and to visit other people. When her parents went to meetings and other important dinners during their visit, her aunt would gladly take her to the market and she immediately made a strong connection to fashion.
Fashion became an important aspect of her life growing up and she'd experiment with various outfits and colors. Her favorite outfits included a comfy blue sweater and her washed out jeans, high heels, dresses, and so much more.
Growing up in a small community lead her to do community work from a young age which she did gladly. She would help by helping assist other cleric's heal people, participated in events such as the annual hide and seek, racing from one city to another, etc.
To this day, she is a strong community member with a very big interest in the fashion world and is planning to become a fashion critic the magazine Perfect Fashion.
Currently, she is living in a house she rented in North-East Archosaur and is seen on a white polar bear known as Anya
Personality:
Very hyper and friendly, she loves to chat non-stop and has OCD which shows clearly when she shows very strong disgust when seeing hideous fashion or ugly mis-matched fashion.
Her main goal in life is to make people happy and feel like they belong b:cute
Did I mention she has a big thing for change? She can't stand to stay the same for very long so constantly she's seen changing her appearance and buys fashion very often b:chuckle
Wow that reminds me of myself too much xD[SIGPIC]http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad175/beinghope/beinghopesiggie.png[/SIGPIC]
I forgot!!! Thanks forsaken for the signature b:cute
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Vixe - Heavens Tear wrote: »Hey, fellow PWI-ians, I saw a thread like this on the Forsaken World forums and decided that PW should get something like this too, just to see what everyone's character's backstory is. So, basically, just explain the history of your character and why they do what they do. =D
I'll go first:
Back when Vixe was just a pup living in the big City of the Lost, her life was perfect, despite her family's lack of wealth. She had many friends, everyone was kind to her, and nothing ever went wrong with her around, and she grew up believing that the whole world was like her home -- perfect and flawless. Unfortunately, problems arise during her 'coming-of-age' when she was told to duel with other venomancers, which, needless to say, didn't go so well. Frustrated with constantly losing all the time, she trained hard to get stronger and better, but she kept getting shot down. Eventually, Vixe figured out that not should she train herself to be stronger, but also her pets.
So later on, Vixe went about trying to train her pets to get stronger, and yet she still kept losing. That was when she figured that this was because her pet wasn't perfect enough; perfectly strong, perfectly fast, perfectly everything. Her pet was not it. And so, she began experimenting -- pumping her pet until it was strong enough to attack, creating new skills for it to learn, giving it everything it needed in order for it to win. Naturally, like any pet of course, it had its limit and it died later, but that didn't stop Vixe, oh no. Now, she travels the land, searching for the perfect pet that will withstand her experiments.
Mad scientist veno much? Um. I guess I'll be a magnificent nerd and do both Bellatriix and Aina's. .-.
Aina Mizuako;
There was once a trio.
A wolflike Barbarian and two Venomancers, one a well-endowed fox, wise beyond her years, and the other a kitten who seemed to care about clothes and style more than learning the skills necessary for a Venomancer. These three were very close. The fox was often patient with the kitten, aiding her growth with her vast knowledge. The Barbarian would watch over them at times, keeping both Venomancers safe. However, the Barbarian vanished from both of the Venomancers for some time. The fox and kitten coped, but there are some who say that they were never the same. When the kitten came of age and skill, the fox suggested that they go to the land of the Humans to find her a certain pet. A magical golem, that took a liking to the snowy woods north of Etherblade and roamed with its volcanic ilk. Showing her own golem as further encouragement to the kitten, who seemed wary of such a long journey from her native city, the fox convinced her to agree. The journey took several days but at last, the Venomancers had made it to the Thousand-Wood.
Keeping watch over Aina carefully, the fox observed her taming a wild magmite. A ferocious battle that the kitten would never forget. A wolf that had been with her for years was killed by the enraged golem, sacrificing itself so that its master may successfully sooth and tame the rocky beast. Having gained the golem, but lost a dear friend, Aina was fraught with grief, refusing to use the pet she'd lost so much for. The fox tried to console the young female, but left her to her own devices, figuring that she was strong enough to handle such trauma herself.
With time, she began to use the golem, but christened it a humorous name, almost out of bitterness. "Boytoy," she'd called it. The golem did not react, but the fox seemed amused. Years passed, and soon, Aina and her golem were utterly inseparable. She and Boytoy grew together, and the kitten grew to be a cat, no longer needing her mentor's word on absolutely everything she did. The fox, seeing that her job was done, soon faded away from the cat, making minor appearances when she felt needed. Aina did not grieve, but moved on, thanking her mentor for all she had done. She'd meet an archer soon enough, who became close, possibly even closer than her mentor was, to her. The archer seemed a little bit suicidal at times, possibly even drop-dead insane, but no one could doubt her prowess with a bow. At times, someone would try to come kill the archer, and while Aina would try to aid.. she seemed to always do more bad than good. The archer would just laugh it off with her, patting her back and telling her to 'not worry', even when Aina would continuously do the same.
Months would pass, and soon another person would come into the cat's life from exploring the guilds of the world. A serious looking male cleric, who, at first seemed somewhat non-plussed at the cat's overbearing happy-go-lucky personality and love of fashion. However, like the archer, and the fox and Barbarian before them, he would also become an irreplaceable friend to Aina, one that'd drag her everywhere, to new lands, and help her finish her World Quest, too!
Then.. Aina vanished.
She could not be seen in the streets of West Archosaur, nor in the village near the Lost City where she was born. It'd be months before she'd returned.. but the archer, cleric and other friends of hers thought her to be dead. The day she returned she was assaulted with a warm greeting, but with some bitter 'Where were you!?' in the mix. But soon, it turned back to normalcy.. until one day.
Suddenly, an ancient race had come back from near death, and she was caught up in the middle of it, being told to go to the Elder of the Raging Tides. Aiding Goshiki, and watching him fall [Let it be known that I bawwww'd at Goshiki's death] she honed her skills, rusty after her disappearance.
The Barbarian came back, and while the fox was gone (but never forgotten) their small trio, with the archer in tow, had been reborn.. with a few additions, none the less!
Nowadays, Aina, the archer, and the cleric (sometimes the Barb,) can be seen lounging within the capital city, awaiting their next adventure.
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Yeah, Aina's is kind of sporadic, and the timeline is kindaaaa messed up. I'll post Bellatriix's later and edit hers when I'm not half asleep loololool.
If you're in this story (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.) and really don't give a sht about me naming you, and want to be in it, I'll edit the names in. Too lazy now.[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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that wuzz really good! got me sumthing to do[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]Thankiez to Dorset for the sig!
MagicHamsta will remain in our hearts forever
P.S. I am a female venomancer ^^ I know it's rare, isn't it?0 -
I love all the stories so far! So much better than what I put down, that's for sure! xD b:chuckle
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So I'll give this a go.
Name: Graviora
Nickname: Grav
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Class: Cleric
Hometown: Dreamweaver Port
History:
When Graviora first experienced the art of healing, she was in awe. As a child, she loved seeing the healing spells. When she was old enough, she convinced her parents to allow her to study healing, although they highly encouraged her to practice archery instead. She didn't excel far, and just barely was able to grasp the art of healing; but she was able to.
Then she set out. Not for love, not for riches, not for fame. But to become the best healer she could back home. Early on, she joined a group called SkyLight. It was by chance she met a member. She had been in trouble and the same member helped her. She was asked to join, and she readily did. They taught her everything she would come to need, and she hastily rose through the ranks. She became more skilled, and was more open to learning new things.
During this journey of hers, she met a blademaster. He helped her while she was completing an errand. She believed him to be a womanizer, immediately from his appearance. But she came to care for him. They flirted often, but she was scared he was just toying with her. But when he asked for her hand in marriage, she couldn't say no. It was quite shocking for her.
Just as she was becoming more skilled and ready to return home, SkyLight broke apart. Everyone went their own separate ways. The veno she had befriended from the beginning, tried to keep the faction together, but eventually failed. The clerics who had taught Graviora everything she knew, disappeared, as did the leader. Graviora, now unwilling to return home, moved to a "territory war" faction. Her husband followed, originally requesting they join there. It was scary for her; war had always scared her.
She grew to fit in, and now participated in wars. Her goal to become a better healer is completed, but she wishes to become better still.
Personality:
She is kind, and she's too quick to show it, sometimes. She is also too quick to apologize when she makes a mistake. Her friends mean everything to her, and she is always there to help them. She's quiet, though, almost to the point that people believe she is stuck up.
She does have a few cold bones in her. When many are speaking of topics she find distasteful, she will speak up, almost seeming cold. Many do not take these moments seriously and, to her annoyance, call her cute for it.
She is a big flirt, as much as she dislikes it, but she is faithful to her husband. She doesn't mean to flirt, it just happens natrually; she's still far from used to be married.
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well, that wuzz entertaining!.... certainly wuzz a good[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]Thankiez to Dorset for the sig!
MagicHamsta will remain in our hearts forever
P.S. I am a female venomancer ^^ I know it's rare, isn't it?0 -
AinaMizuako - Sanctuary wrote: »If you're in this story (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.) and really don't give a sht about me naming you, and want to be in it, I'll edit the names in. Too lazy now.
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AinaMizuako - Sanctuary wrote: »Yes, my mentor should definitely make a re-appearance and give me her Galactic Beetle.
Oh I see how it is! You only love her for the beetle even though you have your swiftshadow of doom! b:cry0 -
:O Lemme try this thing out while I wait for Kyna's drawrings. :P
Name: Nillia
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Class: Wizard
Hometown: Walled Stronghold
History:
When Nillia first found out that she had the gift of magic, it was by accident. At first, all she wanted was to grow up normal and just live a normal life, but then she found out that she was capable of spontaneously burning things, drowning things, or burying them in a pile of rocks. Needless to say, she was far from being normal. Nowadays, she's trying her best to study with the best of the wizards so that she won't accidentally hurt everything around her, and so far, progress is good...except for the part where she accidentally burns her tutor's daffodils.
Personality:
Nillia's a chameleon. If she hangs around people who are 'primp and proper', she acts just as proper as they do, or if she hangs around maniacal wizards who love to burn things, she will also mimic their love of burning things. She's yet to find out what her true personality is, so she is quite unpredictable. So when one finds Nillia in a field, happily picking up flowers and then suddenly burning it all to the ground a few seconds later, don't be surprised.
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i like it! gave me somethinf to read this morning[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]Thankiez to Dorset for the sig!
MagicHamsta will remain in our hearts forever
P.S. I am a female venomancer ^^ I know it's rare, isn't it?0 -
Ohh I haven't written anything like this in a LONG timeee; I'll give it a try anyway
Name: NiightmareXz >_>; How odd of name. Whatevs.
Nickname: Nii/Night/Mary
Age: 18, because all my character are the same age as me. Wewt.
Gender: As much as I'm mistaken for a boy... I am definitely a girl.
Class: Archer. I pewpew and qewqew when I steal aggro.
Hometown: City of the Plume.
Likes: The cats that roam the cities, wasting thousands of coins on useless junk, sexual innuendo in Bh's with Haxxie, wastefully barraging one mob at a time, lotsa food & bulbfishies & reading o3o; . Oh and making armours & weapons for the hell o' it~~
Dislikes: Being hungry, giving all my experience to my genie on accident, never having enough coins for anything, taking all day to find a non-fail squad for bounty hunter, annoying people & people who cannot use your correctly.
BACKGR0UNDD:
She's a normal girl, normal life, normal family & normal archer. When she's not hitting monsters with bolts for a little bit of chump change, she's found in Archosaur window shopping or searching for others to complete the daily bounty hunter.
Nightmare grew up in City of the Plume, like most archers and clerics do; her parents were both full blooded archers and they never really associated theirselves with the clerics. Anymore, clerics were a dying breed -- rarely would you find a good one who knew how to play their role properly. There really was no point in chatting with them anyway if they could not cast a proper heal during battles.
Ever since she could remember, Nightmare was trained in the art of bow and arrow -- from the classic 'hit the apple with an arrow' trick, to the 'hit the bullseye' task, she had mastered them all. At the juvenile age of twelve, her parents pushed her into fighting real things -- living, breathing monsters who, if not killed properly, would kill her. After thousands of cuts and bruises and a few good years of fighting under her belt, the Elder thought she could finally travel to Archosaur and so she did, continuing her training and seeing new places outside of the City of the Plume. Finally.
Upon arriving to the Big City, Nightmare caught on to guilds -- big families in her mind. A few of them had been tried out by her, but honestly, she didn't seem to fit into any place aside from one family, which went by the name of Wargasm. (Lol @ funny name, but they are beast.) Unfortunately, she was still a little too inexperienced to join them, therefore she forced herself to go guildless for the rest of her training.
One day, the Head Hunter gave Nightmare the task of killing Fushma, Rankar & Wyvern in Frostcovered; after meeting up with five others that were given the task, also, they made their journey to the foul beasts. Within these five people, one person stood out to her -- His name was Haxxz (b:cute), and after that day, they became fast friends (<333 YOU ), so on and so on. Even though he is never given the task to go back to Frostcovered, he still ocassionally accompanied her through the cave's twists and turns.
I'm too lazy to post more. FML at my fail attempt to stay in one tense. I always got bad marks in English for that. Whateverr.[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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Oh what the heck, might as well give it a shot.
Name: Lairian
Age: 25 (a few years older than me, but whatever)
Gender: Female (differs from me again, but meh.)
Hometown: Bamboo Village.
Personality: Lairian is a quiet person, and doesn't speak up very much. Unless she has something to say anyways. If she does have something to comment on, then she probably will. In fact, once she starts talking (and enjoying the topic at hand) you'd be surprised just how much she has to say. But, these times are rare. For the most part, the times she does talk is to lend her aid to others, whether it be for information or services. She doesn't usually ask for help herself, opting instead to wait around in likely areas for someone to ask for the same thing she needs, and going along with them. She isn't a very assertive person by any means, and is more at home following others than leading. But, she is a good person, and will help whenever she can. Just don't get her mad. When she's mad, the object of her anger probably won't be too happy either. Fortunately, she's slow to anger, and most of this is directed at wraiths and other monsters that attack others.
History: Lairian grew up in Bamboo Village, and lead a quiet, slow life amongst the Bamboo Forest. Her mother was an accomplished cleric, and her father an equally skilled archer. This lead to her main form of entertainment growing up consisting of one of two things: Listening to her parent's war stories, and taking long walks in the forest. This led her to greatly want to follow in her parent's footsteps when she got older. The problem was, she didn't know which one to follow. They both seemed to want to get her to take up their own profession. Her birthday presents were mainly bows from her father and wands from her mother. It was her second main activity; walking in the forest, that lead to her choosing to follow her mother and learn the ways of healing as a cleric.
One day when she was 10, she ventured a great deal farther away from the village than she had intended, and ended up by the outskirts of Tusk Town. The Triocs and Aeroxes there were far more dangerous and aggressive than the snakes and beetles she was used to encountering. She quickly got the attention of one of these beasts. Expecting to lose her life at the hands of a bolt of lightning, she braced herself for the inevitable. Which, to her amazement, never came. A passing cleric that had been tasked to kill the wraiths in the area had noticed her and got the attention of the beast, saving her in the process. Seeing this cleric fighting a wraith that would surely have killed her had a great impact on how she looked at her dilemma. Hearing about the deeds and powers of both classes was one thing, but seeing them in action was quite another. After thanking the cleric, she ran back to her parents, and told them of her choice to become a cleric. She doesn't regret her choice to this day, and continues to follow the example set by both her mother and the cleric that saved her all those years ago.
Hope you enjoy it. b:pleasedb:thanks[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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My turn
Name: Esnemyl
Nickname: Es
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: Archer
Hometown: Tusk Town
History:
When Esnemyl first handled archery, it was when she saved her elder sister from a Tauroc using a made up slingshot by blinding it in the eyes with great accuracy. Even herself, for being the meager age of 4, was surprised.
Then she had to flee from her town due to the Wraiths attack, and since then she has never seen her family or sister, who she could only hear from rumors that she had became a cleric. Honing her skills in the safety of Plume City, she grew up and set out to fight the Wraiths that stole everything from her, although she usually chickened out against the big mobs.
During this journey of hers,she was ambushed by a group of Undines, but was unexpectedly saved by a group of Tideborn, a race that had recently joined the war to fight with the Humans, Elves, and Untamed. These five people ended up becoming her future faction - InStyle
Through her many adventures with them, they taught her many things. the three asassins taught her how to be stealthy and not draw attention, while the two psychics taught how to charge magic inside her arrows and have courage in battle.
She has grown very close to one of those asassins by the name of Shadow, but even though they are best freinds, she has never admitted her true feelings.
Personality:
Esnemyl is hotheaded in battle, and sometimes carrys this into convisations where she gets the wrong idea about something, but shes usually forgiven for it.
Her usual self though is chatty, funny, and is up for doing crazy, fun stuff.
Occasionally, she can say the wrong thing, and is too quick to apologise, but in the end she can manage to make a joke about it.
She admits that she is a total flirt, but she keeps this to a minimum, unless she really fancys someone...[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]<3 by Silvy
Reborn ditzy archer with a serious oreo addiction =3
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Just enjoy it. I might want to do more or maybe add to the story. Leave me comments on CORE Connect.
Name: Grimmjay
Nickname: Grim/Kitty
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Class: Cleric
Hometown: Dreaming Stronghold
Story:
For as long as he can remember Grimmjay has felt alone. One night as a child he was awaken by the sounds of war. The Wraiths had invaded his vallage. Scared and confused Grimmjay went to look for his mother only to find she was long gone. Everythings was gone and all that laid on the table was a letter and a wooden sword. With no time to waste Grimmjay grabbed the letter and his weapon and left his village. He ran until he collapsed by a tree in Plume Lake Shore. All he could see was the moon bright and full before he fainted.
b:surprised
"Heeeyyyy!.... Are you o.k....?"
Finally he rose and witnessed the letter was gone.
"Looking for this."
Suddenly the letter drops and a orange light floats down after it. Grimmjay reaches for it and begins to read.
With a blank look on his face, Grimmjay realized that his mother left hours before the Wraiths closed in on the village and that she did it to protect him. The letter went on to to explain that the Wraiths are looking for a "Child of Mixed Blood" and his mother so that the child can be reunited with the father.
"Hmm.... Auprus: Ton, that's a big bad Wraith with a big bad temper, lol.", say the light as it bounces in air.
"Oh sorry I read it while you were sleeping. My name is Zeal, what's yours."
Grimmjay suspected the light was a genie, though he has never seen one. He simply turned his head, said his name and walked away as the genie followed.
b:chuckle"Grimmjay? That's a funny name." She floats to his face and blinks.
"Your eyes are soooo greeeeen..... Oh!! Like a cat. Oh-oh I know I'll call you kitty. Get it, because your eyes."b:pleased
He just looked at her with a blank look again. He didn't know why Zeal followed him but after a while he grew to enjoy her company. Though he barely says anything.
Looking for answers, Grimmjay went to City of The Plume to talk to the priest. With a simple touch the priest revealed that the letter is true but she cannot find his mother. She also revealed that the Wraith will continue to search for him and they will not stop. She promise to train him so that he can protect himself from the Wraiths and if the day came he will be able to face his father. Through bitter work Grimmjay mastered the way of the sword. Untill the day came that he went on his own.
"There is no more I can teach you, young one." said the priest.
"But there is so much more to learn. You said you'll train me to be strong. Strong enough to face my father."
"Only from fighting with one's self, can one truly learn from itself. Grimmjay you have the strength to face your father, but you will need even more strength to face yourself. Leave now, Grimmjay. I sense the Wraiths are coming but I sense no mercy."
Reluctant to leave, he knew he had no choice. He felt as if he could not live a normal life. He knew that he would have to run forever. Training in secrecy, training to get stronger. Searching in the shadows, searching for his family.
"I will go but I promise you it will be over soon"
Approaching Etherblade, with one goal set to mind, he holds his sword with a tight grip. Looking at the moon, he takes one last deep breath, looks behind him and begins running. Forever running.
"Kitty why are you running!? Come back. Kiiittyyyyy! "...b:puzzled... To be cont.
Personality:
Quite, Stays to himself, Always willing to help but still perfers to work alone, serious but can be funny at times.
Zeal's personality:
Well she's more of the funny in the story. Picture her personality to be like Yachiru from Bleach. A little cute thing but can totally pack a punch.0 -
Graviora - Dreamweaver wrote: »So I'll give this a go.
Name: Graviora
Nickname: Grav
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Class: Cleric
Hometown: Dreamweaver Port
History:
When Graviora first experienced the art of healing, she was in awe. As a child, she loved seeing the healing spells. When she was old enough, she convinced her parents to allow her to study healing, although they highly encouraged her to practice archery instead. She didn't excel far, and just barely was able to grasp the art of healing; but she was able to.
Then she set out. Not for love, not for riches, not for fame. But to become the best healer she could back home. Early on, she joined a group called SkyLight. It was by chance she met a member. She had been in trouble and the same member helped her. She was asked to join, and she readily did.
-snip-
I seriously don't remember who invited you...I'm pretty sure I helped out, though. Was fun...maybe I'll do one of these...
We'll see...
Oh, and sorry about blowing off half your story...b:mischievous0 -
I seriously don't remember who invited you...I'm pretty sure I helped out, though. Was fun...maybe I'll do one of these...
We'll see...
Oh, and sorry about blowing off half your story...b:mischievous
Elve technically did b:pleased I think I joined before you did though; I joined late May-early June I think. Those days were the best. Too bad it slowly withered away after Brig took a sudden vacation and didn't pass leadership for two months... when it was already too late.
and it's okay it's an old story. Thinking about re-doing it.[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]0 -
Well, this looks like fun, I love filling out things like this...
Name: Synsae
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Class: Wizard
Hometown: Angler's Village
History:
Synsae was born to a middle class family, both her parents were wizards and so naturally she became a wizard too. She had a simple life until the wraith attacked her villiage and her parents were killed infront of her by Wicked Pirates. That attack prompted her to do her best to fight the wraith in order to get revenge on all of them.
Personality:
Synsae has a bit of a cute and innocent personality and a love for burning things with her fire magic. She is also a bit shy, which can be figured out as she doesn't seem to like pictures being taken of her.
(ok, that was a bit short and maybe generic, but, I'll add more later... Beyond what I have written, Synsae is hard for me to figure out history and personality wise. So, on to my Blademaster...)
Name: Onbekend
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Class: Blademaster
Hometown: Archosaur
History:
Onbekend never really knew her parents, she only knows where she was raised and what she is good at.... which is hitting things. At age 16 she picked up her first weapon, a pair of hammers, when her first love was killed and she had to kill the werewolves before they ate his body. A year later she started travelling and taking up whatever job she could to earn money while also improving her skills. Two years later while fighting scorpions and spiders at Hidden Orchard, she got into a tough fight with Yan the Traitor where she took too many hits to the head and being a tough girl who likes tough guys... she fell in love with him even though she knows nothing will come of that as he attacks her everytime she comes around.
Personality:
Onbekend is a fiery and fiesty girl who is a bit crazy. She loves to charge into a mess of wraiths and tear them up before walking away with a grin on her face. She can also be a bit of a clutz sometimes as she has a certain way of getting stuck in trees somehow.
(ok, I'll edit more on her later too. I thought I had something better for her but I was a bit mistaken on that... oops)[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Thanks for the sig Silvychar0 -
Name: NiaJade (Nia)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Class: Venomancer
Hometown: Harshlands
NiaJade was a rough-gruff Tomboy type of girl that climbed trees, gave the neighbors hell and basically caused trouble where ever she went.
She ran away from home at an early age to see the world and join the big armies. But they felt this young pup would be better to join a smaller army where she could help, teach and keep their fighting spirit high.
She really was not rich, but not too poor. Often when no one was looking she admired the lovely young women's style of dressing with the makeup, perfume and frilly dresses. She would in secret try them on and loved how it made her feel dainty, sweet and all grown up.
So, as time went on, she grew into those fashionable gowns, and lacings, with the beautiful mounts... strolling through the streets, but this was a diversion, since battle was her first love.
When messengers came from the Army camp to tell her she was needed, she would quietly walk up to her room, and change from lace and satin finery to leather and chain armor. Off slid the heels and nylons, and on went the high top boots.
All dressed and wielding her sword -- she took the flower from her hair and then braids it back in one long strand.... She then jumps on the back of her mystical violet steed blows a kiss to her faithful white fox. A beast too dainty to be on the fields of killing.
War was what Nia loved - and you saw this in her 'Let's Go!' battle cry as she rode forward to war. To lead, and to stand strong, to battle hard, for her Army.
And she still battles when she gets the the opportunity, and lives the Yin/Yang of the sweet girl and formidable opponent.
Personality: Sweet and gentle, always helpful, but when angered worse than any rattle snake on the face of the earth. Then Nia is full of venom, strikes quick and ensures you have a slow and very painful period of suffering while you die. Some say she is wicked, some say insane, but Nia is just Nia.... No man can tame her, she goes as she pleases, does as she wants. Try to manipulate her and she turns on the 'oh I am such a helpless airhead'... which is the beginning of a new game, just to see where your little game tries to take her. Cunning, lethal and wears the masks that are called for...
Her Motto is one often heard on the winds of war: "“No mercy for the weak, no pity for the dying, no tears for the slain.”[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]0 -
Name: waterfal
age: 18
gender: female
class: venomancer
hometown: noone knows
History:
waterfal never knew her parents and was found roaming the lands around city of the lost. She teased the guards, chased the dogs and horses and was a rebellious girl. The elder deceided that she should do something usefull with all that energy and offered her a training as venomancer. waterfal was bored and deceided to agree on it. Along the way she met many friends and made many enemies, she always stayed rebellious however and kills any monster in her way without mercy.
She enjoys exploring this world and takes on challenges, it doesn't seem to bother her that she doesn't know where she's from but she is still searching for a place she can call her home.
Personality:
waterfal has a kind heart but also just says what she thinks, this can lead to akward situations. She cares for her friends and loves to help them(mostly if it includes slaying mobs or bosses) She has loads of energy but she is also a bit clumsy. "Oops! sorry my fault!" is something you will hear quite often. Most of the times she manages to pull it off though with the help of her friends. oh and.. fash-addict >.> I need another wardrobe stoneb:surrender
"We don't just kill mobs! We kill mobs in style! b:cool oops! almost forgot to heal pet "
b:avoid[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Thanks Silvychar for the awesome sig
Characters:
waterfal - lvl 90 demon ferrari veno
Hazumi_chan - lvl 9x sage seeker0 -
Name: MorningGlory
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Class: Blademaster
MorningGlory was born in a unique time. She can remember back to the first minutes of her life. The world was in chaos. As an infant she was rushed through her cultivation. A new race had just been discovered and she found herself in a new world. Since there were no other human warriors she was tossed a stick and pushed out of what would have been her home in Timber Ridge. For her there was no childhood, only because of who she was, she coped. Her first day was filled with terror and she was alone. The few others of her human race ran by in silence. There were no factions to take her in and help, the world was on fire. If you ran forwards quick enough you could escape. The road ahead was lined with nothing but challenges. She was stubborn and survived the principal cultivation within hours of her life. By then people around the world started shouting to each other and factions began to form. But MorningGlory didn't join a single one of them, she couldn’t stand war. She wanted a place to enjoy her life. She wanted a place of peace. So when she first entered Archosaur she didn’t run to General Summer; she searched for the Faction Supervisor. From that point on she began a long journey, she was determined to create a place for others to have what she could only dream of.
It's been over a year from that day and her journey still continues. The little ones she picked up back then have either vanished into the realm of pixelized death or grown on to greater things. She found love four times, but sadly three of them were only false hopes. She fought through server depression and vanished once. Still she managed to hold onto her spirit and you can find her roaming through cat shops searching for more fashion. She has grown into a strong and spirited blademaster, afraid of nothing, giggling at the thought of death. She has struggled and lost her self. She still exists as her world changes. She will continue to change and rediscover her own heart.
...Sorry I have to be so vague I'm actually kinda working on a fan fic and shes in it sooo I can't say as much as I would like b:surrender[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Born on DreamWeaver. Raised on Raging Tides.
Vacation on Archosaur. Hiding in Momaganon.0 -
So I recently made a new character and with a new character comes a new bio (I'm going to keep this short, sorry... I just haven't figured out some things for her yet)
Name: Corseque
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Class: Polearm Blademaster
Hometown: Someplace in the north.
History:
There is not much to say about Corseque's history. She comes from an average family and had an average childhood life. However, when every blademaster in her village chose to fight with hammers, axes, or fists... she chose polearms, just because she wanted to be different from the rest.
Personality:
Corseque is a bit or a rebel and kind of a loner[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Thanks for the sig Silvychar0
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