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Post by icon on Jun 7, 2010 16:36:25 GMT -5
Name: Eli Clenman, but known as "Clemmens" to most
Age: Mid twenty-somethings, as far as anyone really cares.
History: A city as large as Brassport doesn't clean itself. Over many years, the steam and grime of the city have caked themselves into a subtle but growing layer of dirt and dust, and it's the job of the Brassport Sanitation department to keep things running as efficiently as possible.
Appearance: Practical, boxy. Settling in at a bit under six feet, Eli generally wears a long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a snappy pair of pants with suspenders, and heavyset boots. Generally wears goggles which cover a permanently scruffy mop of hair.
Janitor pack: Eli's own invention, his janitorial equipment consists of a particularly large machine, carried on his back like a backpack. Two water boilers connect to a hose, which is able to shoot high-pressurized steam with great force. Great for cleaning brass, steel, brick, and threatening delinquent kids. Also contains several straps and buckles, to which several cleaning and otherwise practical items are affixed- gloves, buckets, various bars of soap, rags, matchboxes, a portable mop, you get the idea. Very heavy.
Personality: Bit of a neat freak, if by "bit of" you mean "completely obsessive". Spends most all of his time working, and almost all of the time otherwise making sure his small home is clean as well.
Has a knack for noticing details that otherwise might go unseen, but doesn't really bother with it much. Not the best with people, but he does have the tendency to listen in on their conversations as he makes his routes- his primary way of catching the news. Tinkers a little bit, but not very much- he'd hate to make a mess.
Weapons: Clemmens' knowledge of weaponry is minimal, but worst case scenario he's almost always got his Janitorial pack at hand, including all of the tools which it entails.
Anything else: Eli's route travels near city hall.
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Post by Robyn on Jun 10, 2010 23:58:57 GMT -5
Name: Robyn
Age: 17
Appearance: Seemingly stuck at a height of 5'2'' and a weight of 100 lbs, Robyn is a petite (if not well-proportioned) little bird indeed. Her dark hazel eyes and honey blonde hair are both quite shiny when she's at her best. Her small stature and dainty features give her a spectrum of expressions that ranges anywhere from "china doll" to "impish" to "deer in headlights"...usually in that order. Her harmless appearance can be used to her advantage, but more often than not, she ends up not being taken seriously because of it.
Outfit: She wears a shoulderless white blouse topped with a gold-trimmed red leather corset, dark brown pants, and boots with a gold trim to match the top. When faced with rough weather or whipping winds, she ties up her hair with a grey ribbon; otherwise, she prefers it let down. A belt sits snugly above her hips, with a holster for her pistol and a sheath for her cutlass. Lastly, Robyn's a fan of shiny things-- after a good loot, she'll usually pick out her favorite piece of jewelry from her share and wear it up until the next raid.
Personality: Perky, quirky, and anything but dull, Robyn is always ready for the next adventure. While she can be naive about some things (she likes to chalk it up to her blondeness), she's far from stupid, and will gladly engage anyone who pleases in a battle of wits. She can be easily startled, frustrated, and riled, but she tries to make up for her faults by being as helpful an asset to the crew as she can. ...As soon as she finds a crew to join, that is.
History: Her parents were royal mages in a distant kingdom-- that is, mages appointed to positions of power under the king and queen, whether it be to advise, protect, or simply entertain with fancy magic tricks. This being the case, Robyn was born into a wealthy family with a magical bloodline. Not too shabby. She spent her childhood getting a good education and learning how to hone and control her powers. Turns out her strong point was in fire magic. Unfortunately, as these things often end up, Robyn was eventually banished for accidentally burning half the kingdom down. Oops.
Luckily, nothing can keep her down for too long. Otherwise, she'd be another tormented pyrokinetic who can't live with the destructiveness of her powers, and that'd be boring and not very pirate-like. She got her first taste of thievery when she took her severance pay from the king and queen (that is, made off with a good portion of the royal treasury), and she's been itching to be a real pirate ever since. Robyn likes to live by a mantra of "what happened in the past stays in the past". As such, she tries to keep her powers and background pretty hush-hush. After all, she's trying to join a decent pirate crew, not a mage guild.
Weapons: A pistol, a cutlass, and good old homemade explosives. She can be resourceful, though. If she's trapped in a room with her pistol, her sword, a chain, a window, a chair, and an enemy, she can pick out about nine potential lethal weapons (four of those being the opponent's own extremities). Yup. She's not above cuttin' off someone's arm and beating them to death with it.
Abilities: As stated before, fire magic. However, she avoids using it at all means necessary. And NO, it's not because she's been traumatized by the damage it's caused in the past and all that crap. Leave that to the whiners. To be honest, it's a hassle. It's like trying to remember Spanish verb conjugations when it's been a year or so since you've taken the class or spoken the language. She'd also rather not have anyone riding her tail about how she should be a mage instead of a pirate. Her non-magical abilities include a good sense of stealth and sneakiness-- being small can pay off-- and she's not too bad of a liar an actor, either.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2010 9:40:29 GMT -5
Name: Saeryena Nickname: Sae Appearance: Long, golden-brown hair and birght green eyes. Has two cute lil pink wings  (yes, they work) Clothing: A pink sparkly 'anime girl hero' sort of dress, wears hair long Skills or abilities: Flight, command of the four elements (especially wind), songs as magic Weapons/other combat enhancers: A golden scepter with a sapphire orb at the top. Other special abilities: Pretty much it. Anything else we should know about you: I'm generally the hero, but I also have a lunatic side. Don't push it! |
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Post by Speck on Oct 9, 2010 4:07:32 GMT -5
Name: Fern “Speck” Speckleton Affiliation: Pirates / Formerly Ninjas Age: 20-something Gender: Female Appearance: Short brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. She’s got a scar on her cheek, and another scar on the inside of her wrist. Outfit: Varies. She usually wears a long green jacket, and something to keep her hair back (either a black bandana, or a headband). She also has a gold, lemon-shaped locket with a skull clumsily etched into it. History: When Speck was 16-years-old, her father was declared dead at sea. Almost a year later, she suffered the loss of her mother. She ran her parents’ grocery/drug store for a short time (with the aid of a couple of family friends), but soon wanted to get away from Le Singe. It held too many sad memories for her. She decided to explore the coast to help move on from her losses. For maybe two weeks she was with the pirates (under Captain Rider), until she switched to the ninjas. She was at the ninja dojo for three years before rejoining the pirates (then under Captain Huntress). While with the ninjas, she studied and specialized in the art of explosives. She was a part of Guild Wars II, Redemption, and a small part of Guild Wars III. Spacefleet made her arrest and imprisoned her after the events of Redemption. While possessed by one of Joce Farlap’s spells, she hacked into their security system, temporarily bringing down defenses and life support systems. This gave the invading demon fleet enough time to invade the moon base. After GWIII, she was relocated to Spacefleet’s ‘desert’ headquarters. Personality: Loyal to her friends and family, and a bit of a worry-wart. If she or her loved ones are threatened, she will do all she can to keep them safe. Weapon of Choice: Lemon bombs: a lemon-shaped hand grenade that explodes with a citrus-y scent. She recently picked up a grenade launcher that she has modified to use with her lemon bombs. Abilities: Have I mentioned her knowledge in explosives? When not launching lemon bombs, she uses a sword in combat. She is also a blood mage… but is not very well practiced. (Read also as: she doesn't know how to use all of her powers.) Her powers include: - Healing cuts, internal bleeding, hemorrhages… anything to do with blood. She can’t mend broken bones. Not easily, anyway.
- Seeing the health of other beings. She usually sees this as a glow beneath a being’s skin. She can sense the rhythm of their circulatory systems, if they’re within a 5 foot radius of her.
- Sensing blood types. Each blood type has a different sheen and shade of color to Speck’s vision, though it takes training to spot all of them.
- “Bloodbending” Control of the blood within a system. She can halt the blood flow, reverse it, or use the blood to control another’s body. The former two takes a considerable amount of energy and concentration on her part, though, so she doesn’t use this very often.
- Shaping spilt blood into creatures to do her bidding. In order to use this ability, she needs to add a drop of blood to the spilt blood. The creatures themselves cannot be bigger than a cat or small dog, and only hold vague shapes – they are quite blobby-looking.
- Increased speed in self-healing injuries. This seems to be subconscious, although the energy it takes to heal herself can be willingly redirected towards other uses. The energy cannot be completely transferred, however: wounds will still clot faster than they normally would.
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Post by Caylista on Dec 28, 2010 19:21:16 GMT -5
Name: Royal Kimber Mugasley Age: 39 Gender: Male Appearance: Royal is your typical ‘average Joe’ as far as height and weight is concerned… well, maybe he has put on a few extra pounds, but that’s beside the point! Because really, he’s like the perfect ‘Storybook Prince’ that you envision when you think of old Disney movies… minus the finesse, well-kept hair, nice looks, charming personality and obvious muscle, of course! But none of that matters, anyway, because Royal is a dear with a good heart and a fitting disposition. Why, he’d even befriend that walking nightmare Michoette! Outfit: Ah, poverty, how you rob those of their [insert necessity here]. In Royal’s case it was his clothes, and now most of the time he finds himself adorned with an old faded blue coat, non-color-coordinated pants and some old list slippers (occasionally). He also wears a blue scarf, similar to those of the working men in the good old Navy! History: There is not much about Royal that could differentiate him from his crewmates: You illegitimate? I’m illegitimate. You grow up raised by estranged/removed/distant family members? I grow up raised be estranged/removed/distant family members. You live in some old beach shack along the coast that got raided by pirates who were at that time forcing their prisoners between slavery and the Articles? Yeah, me too. Royal was raised (begrudgingly) by his grandparents Cargá, who just wished their daughter hadn’t have been so darn stupid. Not sure what happened to her… anyway, like most insignificant coastal villages in the region, they had long been subject to raids by their local Viking/pirate adversaries and thereafter forced into their ‘recruitment agencies’ or slavery some far off place where they don’t speak any Kreole. He was, of course, subject to such fate, but luckily he escaped and ran off to try his luck in the Royal Navy! …It didn’t work, and he trudged willingly back into piracy. Personality: Oh, what haven’t I already said about this dear, sweet man? A life of poverty-as-induced-by alcoholism has done nothing to dampen his spirits, and so he has remained as careless and free as a child! Oh, wait, no that’s only when he’s drunk… um, when he’s not he’s generally working hard in his usual non-grumbling manner (as opposed to… others) and even seems to like his work! Wow! What a novel concept! Weapon of Choice: One blow from his cudgel, and you’d be out for the next few hours or so ;D That is if he’d ever work up the gal to use it :\ Pshh… daisy. Abilities: Alas, when I created this poor, unfortunate totally fictional character he was designed with no special abilities whatsoever! Bou hou! :[ However, he makes for a mighty fine boatswain and gladly takes on mates (like dear little Rory, an aspiring young boatswain). He has a knack for teaching and knot-tying, though he is not very smart otherwise. Other: He is besssst friends with Michoette! Name: Michoette Baylee Eberlee (Mee-shet)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Michoette is rather on the tall side, yet not without a little ‘gangle’; He has long plaited black that looks like it might be fun to pet (butdontdothat); He still has yellowish, cat-like eyes from way back when, when he used to be a Halloween Kougra (lol), but his skin has lightened to somewhat of an ivory. Oh, yes, did I also mention he is insanely creepy looking?
Outfit:
He wears a coat that looks like it’s been stolen right off a Leftenant’s back (with a few shredded areas to prove it), britches that used to be a few shades lighter, a worn-out blouse, stockings and boots. He also tends to wear a red scarf somewhat akin to those that the working men wear in the good old Navy.
History:
No one is sure what exactly Michoette did before his life of piracy began some 15 years ago… but he speaks impeccable French (as opposed to his Kreole… counterparts) which might suggest something as to an upbringing in Craun… If you really want to know, though, you should probably ask Royal. He’s *known* him the longest.
Personality:
Oh, boy, the fun part! Actually not really- he’s that typical silent-yet-easily-angered type, so… don’t um, don’t talk to him or look at him funny :\ But I’m sure he can be a kind, sweet, and caring person underneath!!
/shot
Actually, there are those who have witnessed him behaving sweetly toward Royal (sweetly = only slightly coldly). And Royal would tell you that he and Michoette get along great, but you know that man is just desperate for friends…
Weapon of Choice:
Deeeefinitely a pistol ;D Or his claws… yeah, they’re still left over from his “great conversion”.
Abilities:
Well… he has this uncanny knack to freak people out without even talking to them- Oh, yeah, he is a coxswain, by trade, and is actually very good, provided he knows the ship. Can’t take on mates, though, nope that’d just be suicide (on their part).
(It is rumored, however, that this creepy man might have been related to Kalabriss, a rather unsavoury vampire fellow from southern Craun, but you know what they say about rumors. )
Tee hee CB
Other:
What an angry person!
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Post by Abigail on Jul 23, 2011 15:03:23 GMT -5
Appearance: Pale-skined, lilac hair to her shoulder (usually put up in a ponytail), bright yellow eyes, thick-boned, roughly 5'5" in height, 16 years of age
Clothing: Long teal shirt, purple skirt which goes a bit past her knees, tall grey boots and tights. also a shoulder sling used to carry her staff
Skills or abilities: Able to summon spirits or undead (necromancy) and absorb an undead's ability for a certain amount of time
Weapons: A large metal staff with a yellow orb. She uses it to clonk enemies on the head when she doesn't have enough time to cast magic
Other: Aventurine is a stubborn, quiet, yet caring young mage who set out on a journey to find the extent of her powers. She was born and raised on a farm by a river, where her mother passed on her own powers to the newly-born girl. Aventurine lived a peaceful childhood, summoning spirits for advice. Because of that, most of her friends were already dead.
When she was thirteen, her closest friend, a spirit of a necromancer by the name of Marcus, advised her to leave home to seek more power. With the consent of her parents, Aventurine left home and began her journey. Since then she has become allied with the Mages.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2011 10:28:45 GMT -5
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Appearance: Normal build at the height of 5'2''. Extremely frizzy navy-blue hair, black eyes, and fair skin with a smattering of acne on her temples. She often wears a poofy off-white blouse with a faded brown bodice over it, plus a long brick-red skirt and plain black shoes.
Skills: As a rising mage, she holds limited control over general magic and specializes in water manipulation. Her intelligence is above average, though among fellow mages she's unremarkable.
Personality: Siobhan is critical of anything and everything, including herself, and likes to believe this cynicism makes her smart. Quick to anger and slow to calm, she tends to hold grudges like an elephant. When she feels, she acts. She's sociable and has many casual friendships, but very few close friends. No taste in the arts.
History and Conflicts: Siobhan is the daughter of a merchant. Her mother is never present--she left shortly after she was born and didn't have much of a relationship with the father--but Siobhan's never really cared about that. She constantly butts heads with her older sister, Elizabeth, who considers her stupid and petty. She's run into some messy situations, thanks to her short temper and inability to let things go, and as of late her connections have been dropping like flies. Desperate to belong somewhere, she's clung to the Mages for the past three months.
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 27, 2011 11:42:58 GMT -5
Name: Candy (Given name Elizabeth, but has gone by Candy since the age of three)
Species: Human.
Age: 15.
Appearance: honey blonde hair that is back in a high, cheerleader-like ponytail, wide-ish green eyes, and slightly tanned skin. Sort of tall, a bit chubbier than she'd like to be. She's working on it. As for an outfit, she wears mostly black. Black babydoll tee, black jeans, black ballet flats. A pink scrunchie for her hair, with three other scrunchies in blue, purple, and orange are constantly around her wrist.
Weapon of Choice: Knives. She has two, and they're always polished and pretty.
Magical Capabilities: Candy has these wacky electricity powers, think Avatar: TLA. She can't control this very well. At least, not yet. She's working on it.
Personality: Nice and, she hopes, gentle, Candy is a reckless young ninja who hasn't let broken bones stop her yet. She can be the sweetest little thing, but if you get her angry, watch your back. She's been known to hold up her sweet mask quite well, only to suddenly shatter and either burst out crying or, since she can't control her electricity powers as well as she should, have sudden patches of ground crackle with electricity... Usually right under where someone is standing. Follows people as best she can. Loves her little fish, Marty.
History: A whiny young child, Candy was taken to the ninja's guild and left there. She came from a poor mage family-- they just didn't want her. Candy, of course, when she was three, saw this as a big adventure... One that she spent most of her childhood jumping off of things. She kept mostly to herself until age 13 or so, when she actually, you know, made an effort to talk to people. Which brings us to where we are now, yes?
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 2, 2013 22:10:16 GMT -5
Name: Alaric
Age: Early 20s
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Human. About 5'7” in height, is thin, Caucasian, hazel eyes, and has ash brown hair going down to just below his ears. He has about a pear-ish shaped face.
Outfit: Wears his spacefleet jumpsuit most of the time, colored blue on the torso and grey on the legs. His suit has multiple compartments for his tools, which is useful for when he's on the job.
History: Originally from somewhere in the lands of the NTWF, he sought refuge among Spacefleet during the third Guild War, after he was found wandering around the wilderness trying to avoid the Underdeep corruption. Unfortunately, he was caught in the crossfire when the weapons system on Spacefleet went haywire. He managed to survive by being pinned down under other survivors, but not before he was injured. Once he was found, he was immediately transported to sickbay, and the medics saved his life. Once he came to, he decided to join Spacefleet. Lacking any skills in ships or systems, he was sent to an Academy out in space. He went willingly and he learned as much as he could in his chosen trade. After a few years, he returned to Spacefleet and began working at the moon base and the other ships in the Fleet.
Job: He serves Spacefleet as an engineer, with a specialty in the defense systems. Not yet skilled enough to be an officer, but always tries to stay on task.
Personality: He's eager to learn and eager to be a part of Spacefleet at all, even though with his length of service he's still considered a novice. He mostly stays in Engineering, managing the controls and rarely going out except in case of Spacefleet duties or personal duties. He mostly talks about intricacies on the ship and his time at the academy. While he's willing to engage in small talk with the other members of the crew, he rarely talks about his own life, and is quick to change the subject when it comes up.
Weapon of choice: He carries a small blaster around with him, but he mostly uses it for self-defense or as a substitute tool.
Armor of choice: His jumpsuit is his only protection.
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Post by Pixie on Mar 3, 2013 11:21:58 GMT -5
Eleanor Jayfielf, Mage
Name: Eleanor Jayfield
Nickname: (optional) Ellie, Ellen, Pixie
Age: 16
Appearance: Ellen is very petite for her age at 4' 8. Despite having the height of a child, she is buxom and shapely. She has a rather broad build and is a bit heavy set. Her eyes are green towards the outside, brown towards the pupil, and hazel between. They are almond shaped and on the narrow side. Her mouth is small and full, and her nose is round and average-looking. Her ears are small and pierced with small garnet studs. Her skin is pale and pinkish, and her cheekbones are prominent. Her hair is gold, hip length, and loosely curly, often braided or pulled up into a high bun. She is fond of hair ornaments. She is physically weak.
Clothing: She wears tan , tight leggings and brown leather booties. She favors a raspberry colored tunic in a light, flowing material. The tunic has loose sleeves, a shallow v neck, and skirt with a slit in the side that falls two inches above her knees. There is a leather bodice with raspberry lacing and embroidery. She carries a leather messenger bag with potions in at at all times.
Skills or abilities:She is learned in the arts of potions. She taught herself brews as a young girl. even before she discovered her powers. She is also a shapeshifter. She can morph into any animal she likes, but it is draining, and she must train to actually use forms efficiently. She has poor control of her powers and shifts on a whim. If she reaches a certain capacity of pain, which isn't very high, she looses her forms. She can also talk to animals.
Weapons/other combat enhancers: She has a small dagger with a flying songbird engraved in it. She can also throw potions.
Personality: She is emotional, sensitive, and kind. She likes to speak her mind, which can lead to problems. She is generally serious(except when she consumes sweets), but her trains of thought can be amusing, especially when she shares the results. She wears her heart on her sleeve and radiates emotion. She expresses enthusiasm for many things, even enthusiastic apathy. Ellen likes nature and adores animals. She can be talkative, but freezes up in fast social situations. She has rather low self esteem, but can be brilliant.
Anything else we should know about you: She has a low pain tolerance. Her voice is also high pitched. She has potential to learn other nature based powers, but she needs to work on the ones she has first to be effective at all .
Ashton Jayfield, KnightName: Ashton Jayfield
Nickname: Ash
Title: Keeper of the Stars
Color: Maroon
Age: 19
Appearance: Ash is slightly above average height at 5' 9". He has a slightly broad build and is rather thin. His eyes have rings of varying shades of blue, from cyan in the outer part to blue-gray around the pupil. They are narrow and have a rather feline appearance. He appears rather youthful, with high cheekbones, but the rest of his face does not deviate much from average to merit description. His skin is slightly tanned and pinkish, while is hair is dark brown and is cut messily above the nape of his neck. He does not style his hair and he has no piercing or tattoos, but bares a long scar on his upper arm. He is rather fit, but is more agile than he is strong.
Clothing: He wears clothes he finds comfortable and practical. He favors loose fitting pants of dark grey, soft fabric, and a long sleeved top of a lighter grey material. He has a short black scarf around his neck of thin material, which he can remove easily if he needs to. He has sturdy boots of black leather.
Skills or abilities:Ash is very skilled with a lance, and prefers polearms and long-reach weapons in general. He is good with rope and can set effective snares. He is also a good singer, but does not share this talent with anyone.
Weapons or other combat enhancers: His trusty lance, and whatever ropes and tacks he has on him.
Personality: He does not express much emotions and can be rather pessimistic. Ash is more socially reserved than his sister, but generally polite. He doesn't like to lie, and likes to look out for those who can't defend themselves. He does not like to strike first, but has no qualms about physical combat. He is slow to trust and choose a side, but once he does, he is very loyal. He is not very amorous, but does enjoy platonic relationships. He prefers to go by logic rather than impulse. He is rather clever.
Other: He is Eleanor's older brother. He cares greatly about her safety. He also likes to hunt and has a higher pain tolerance.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Mar 10, 2013 12:10:54 GMT -5
Name: Malleus Nickname: Magebane Appearance: i.imgur.com/ACJniDk.jpgTaken from Final fantasy wikia. clothing: see image. Abilities: - Carries a big amount of cards, which are used to counter, and/or seal magic.
- If he captures a spell on a card, he can tear it up later, to use it once during battle.
- He also uses stringed Kunai, in order to get his cards close enough to counter magic spells.
- Mages can stop his counters by adding a lot more oomph into their spells, but some of their spells by default cannot be captured.
Current Supplies: cards: 60 Kunai: 30 Personality: Malleus always disliked mages when he grew up. He encountered a master ninja, and secretly followed him, trying to learn his techniques. He didn't have much luck, but he did use that training to learn his own style. He prefers to sit on the outskirts of a battle, and when a spell is cast, use his stringed Kunai (with a card attached) to catch the spell in the midst of battle. He is pretty fast, but he cannot take a hit to save his life, although he can and will use captured spells he has to heal himself. "... Another Mage? Lets see what this wise old hag has up for grabs." |
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