Name- Izabel DeMarche

Race- Lycan (Merchant Breed)

Gender- Female

Hair,Fur, Feather Cut and Color- Mid-back length, light brown hair.

Age- 24

Personality- Pragmatic, easygoing, materially possessive, friendly, opportunistic.

Class or Job- Hired muscle. Can use fire magick, but is unable to focus it into anything more than an uncontrolled burst.

Equipment- A thin, flexible blade; main gauche dagger; several pouches containing flash pellets, fire gel pellets (napalm, basically), caltrops, fast-acting adhesive bombs (for those pesky chasers), and smoke bombs.

Background History- Izabel and her sister, Risha, were born into a family of nobles. Being the younger of the two, Izabel would not be burdened with the position of inheritance, which gave her considerably more freedom than her older sister. All of that changed quite abruptly, however, when the farmers and serfs rebelled against her parents' rule, setting fire to their estate and forcing them from their land. Their mother lost her mind soon after, and not long following, their father was discovered dead in a ditch, reeking of alcohol.
The next day, the two sisters set out to make a life for themselves, leaving behind who they were in order to shape who they would become.

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Name- Risha DeMarche

Race- Lycan (Merchant Breed)

Gender- Female

Hair,Fur, Feather Cut and Color- Short, shoulder-length brown hair.

Age- 27

Personality- Proud, taciturn, protective, pious, callous.

Class or Job- Hired Muscle

Equipment- Longsword; parrying dirk; a pair of pouches full of powdered glass.

Background History- Unlike her sister, who lived a pampered life in comparison, Risha was in line to inherit her family's land. Each day was spent learning all of the ins-and-outs of rulership, the arts of war, as well as the arts of being a lady. The little time she had for herself was spent with her sister, teaching her how to wield a blade in defense, though she doubted that the girl would ever need that skill.
After their expulsion, Risha worked many jobs to help support their floundering family, but whenever the opportunity presented itself, she found herself working as a mercenary alongside her sister.
For the first time in her life, she tasted the freedom that she had always yearned for.

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Name- Tomak the Scarred

Race- Lycan (Working Breed)

Gender- Male

Hair,Fur, Feather Cut and Color- A well-groomed coat of grey-and-black fur.

Age- 26

Personality- Dour, misanthropic, detached, sombre.

Class or Job- Hired Muscle. Has become quite adept at using lightning magicks, and has recently become able to use them without the aid of a focus (such as a crystal, or a wand).

Equipment- An oddly-shaped, jewelled ring; a focusing staff.

Background History- At a young age, Tomak showed signs of natural magickal ability. He was born into a rather poor family, so whenever a local Wizard heard of his budding aptitude and offered to raise and teach him, his family was fast to oblige. For years, the man sternly taught the boy, oftentimes punishing him harshly for what seemed like minor mistakes. As time went on, the Wizard became more and more reclusive, leaving Tomak to hone his abilities on his own for sometimes days on end. When the man finally did emerge from his private study, his demeanor toward Tomak was cold, almost hostile at times, leading the young apprentice to believe that the man was going crazy.
His suspicions were confirmed when, while they were training one day, an errant mistake on Tomak's part sent his master into such a rage that he unleashed a bolt of lightning into the boy that sent him hurtling into a wall over ten feet away. His flesh charred, the boy began to furiously channel the same energy to throw back at his master. Losing himself, he did not realize his error until it was too late: The resulting explosion shook half the town, leaving both the Wizard's house and many of the surrounding homes in absolute ruin.
Fearing for his life, he gathered up his things as quickly as possible, stopping only to take his former master's staff and a small ring from his charred remains, and set out to put as much distance between him and the town as possible.
It was later that he met up with Izabel and Risha while on the road, and was allowed to join their group, thus beginning a newer, more secure chapter his life.

Accepted, Aright now. WHERE IS EVERYBODY!

I know this is the thanksgiving break, but man, its been over 7 days since someone else posted....

I've got some massive writer's block, at the moment, otherwise I would have posted something earlier today :/

I'll sit down with a pen and some paper and get something written tonight. I should have it ready to post tomorrow night, at the latest.

whaddayameen writers-block! (I'm being silly) You've been all this time wanting to see Arimear and now hes right in front of you, say something!

And Blackfire, IntMot, LDT, and Val where are you guys

hello, sorry for the long delay, but my mind have gone absolutely blank for what to post about now? Does anyone have any ideas what Boaragos should do now? Or should I just wait for the attack on Gresgol?

From Sax

Sax your fine, that's why I didn't put your name up. I know why you can't post, and just sit tight the battle better start tomorrow or the day after.

Name: Ghald rylaxus
Race- Susarian
Gender-male
Hair,Fur, Feather-wiry dark red fur with black spots mottling it.
Age-23
Personality- Ruthless, intelligent, loyal to friends, paranoid, brutal
Class or Job- fighter-mercenary
Weapon-Poleaxe, several throwing axes, Breastplate w. leather gauntlets & greaves
Background History- As with most susarians, Ghald grew up in a tough enviroment and was taught to fight from the time he could walk, first without a weapon, then with one. He proved to be adept with the axe, and soon went out into the world to do battle as a mercenary & killer fir hire. Whenever possible he joins a susarian warband, seeing them-rightfully, as kindred spirits.


Sorry if my first post seems a little off, thats a lot of posts to read through.

Alright, Accepted. Also new raced added, but no one can use it yet for the sake of plot reasons.

Please go look at the new race at the welcome page.

Name- Earin
Race- Glashians
Gender-Female
Hair,Fur, Feather Cut and Color- http://www.eliteskills.com/rp/rppics/Ridecule.jpg
Age-20
Personality- Smart, Sharp, Hesitant,Cunning,Semi-friendly,
Class or Job- Healer/Summoner
Weapon- Her magic
Background History- Rased by her father and his servents she is very hesitant when it comes to trusting people. She love learning and tricking people she dose not like. She grewup in the mountins and her only frind right now is the black eagel. She is of the Glashian breed that dose not have a beak. She started showing signsof being able to use majic at a young age, as she has grown her ability to control her energy to prolong the amount of time she can use her magic. She is very skilled in her ability to heal those who are wonded by magic and sword. She can rebuild the tissue in lims to heal very sever wonds. She can also summon small orbs of energy that explode on contact to help in battle. The orbs she can summon are just tiny balls of light energy. Her mother was a summoner, she died when Earin was little, her father just recently pased and was the healer.

Ok DSA, your gonna need to be more specific on you summoning and healing. Also Pm me in private how you think you can get into the plot.

here comes the Tower! XD

Name- Radill Awari
Race- Susarian
Gender- male
Hair,Fur, Feather Cut and Color- his fur is light brown and very short, with some white spots here and there due to his age, mostly on the back and arms. he have lots bald spots because of his many scars.
Age- 54
Personality- violent, comradely, gets angry easily, strange, compassive, likes kids
Class or Job- veteran mercenary
Weapon- none.
Background History- he was a travelling vendor once, but due to his short tempered attitude his affairs were never good since he used to make all his possible buyers run away. He had to become a mercenary to live. He's a veteran, and know many tricks for battles, but he decided to not fight anymore unless he's forced to.

Just for everyone's notice, this Saturday i will be on a plane to Denmark (with several landings between...including Beijing and Helsinki). I do not know how long i will have internet access in DK, but i will try to follow along with what happens, and post whenever i have the time and energy.

I had a great time, fellas, but I'm dropping out of this story. You all take care, and remember: If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving is not for you.

Just let my character die. I'm done with this roleplay.