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[Araalynn]

Alright Crazy hehe. Can't wait to see it. -nods-

[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

*Nods aprovingly* Alrighty then, I finnally got it!

There might be some problems, so just let me know and I'll fix um up in a jiffy.

Name: Karl Heichnal

Race: Werewolf

Residence: Ulnaus City; Town Center

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Skilled With: Heavy Armor, Smithing

Appearance: Karl is tall, about 6'1, has dark brown hair that is cropped fairly close to his head and has bright yellow eyes. When not working in his blacksmith shop or sleeping, he constantly wears a large suit of armor specially designed to allow him (while taking a few things off i.e helmet, gloves, boots, ect) to change into his wolf form still wearing the armor. (((This is of course assuming that the wolf form is about the same size as the human form)))

Personality: Karl is known to be a drinker, and therefore is also known to make rash decisions at times. He has a strong personality that allows him to take on any challenge presented to him, for a price. He excels at making armors, having custom made his own.

History: Karl was born and raised by his uncle in Kaldaka. Instead of roaming form outpost to outpost like most other werewolves, he and his uncle stayed at their blacksmith shop and worked small jobs for the roaming tribes, all the while Karl learned much about being a blacksmith. When Karl was 17 years old, his uncle left for Ulnaus to set up a second shop and gave Karl the old one. One year ago, Karl received his uncle’s will that stated that he would get his new shop when his uncle died. A few months later his uncle did die mysteriously, and Karl left for Unlaus to take over the shop, and to find out what happened to his uncle.

Entry Post:

Karl had been working all day, not accepting any customers. So when another one came in through the door he greeted him with the usual recitation, “I’m closed today,” he droned, “I appreciate your business please come back tomorrow.” He hadn’t even looked up at the customer, and expected him to leave with a muttered apology or insult, but this one nervously shuffled in place.

“Mr. Heichnal?” The customer started, hesitantly. “I really need this fixed.”

Karl turned from his project and looked toward the timid patron. It was a boy, around 12 or 13 years old, skinny, lanky, and holding a large, deeply ornate iron pot with a large hole in the middle big enough to fit your fist through. Karl looked at it for a moment, and then back up to the boy, “I don’t do fancy work kid, I make armor.” Karl turned back to his work, “Try someone else.”

“I can’t afford anyone else sir. You see, my mum’s a witch, and awfully bad tempered. If she found out I busted Great Grandma’s pot, she’d probably set my pants on fire again,” he shuddered and as he muttered, “or worse.”

Karl wasn’t exactly paying attention. “Hold that thought kid.” He said, unsympathetically, as he strapped a long piece of armor along his left arm. After flexing and stretching his arm in and out he undid a few clips and took off the inside pieces and the elbow joint piece. He then took a deep breath and sank down to his knees as he started to change. Bones rearranged, fur grew, and his faced stretched until he finally took the full form of a wolf. He took a few steps and the armor along his upper left leg slipped off. He growled as he changed back to human form. “Dammit.” He muttered, picking up the pieces and throwing them back onto his work bench.

The boy stared, wide eyed at Karl, and then to the armor pieces, and then quickly back to Karl, “I can help you with that.” He had Karl’s attention. “My mum’s got leather; it shrinks and expands to the wearer, sort of a one size fits all.” He offered up the broken pot, “Fix this and I’ll trade you.”

Karl grabbed the pot and examined it. The hole was just a puncture, so no pieces were missing. It wouldn’t be too hard, it just looked big. “Alright kid, go on and get the leather.” The boy grinned as he headed for the door. “Hold up kid,” Karl called, still looking at the pot, the boy turned nervously, “What the hell did you do to this thing anyway?”

The boy smiled again and laughed a little, “I was trying to make spaghetti. It didn’t turn out so well though.”

[Araalynn]

Nope nothing is wrong! ^_^ Very cute entry post too. You're accepted. Now I'm unsure if I should go ahead and open my IC Thread since i know I'm still waiting for Axnmafia's profile or wait still. <.<

[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

Meh, it couldn't hurt to start it up...

Thank you by the way!

[Araalynn]

I may as well..I'm bored anyways. I'll go ahead and start it up, perhaps people on the Fantasy forum will see it and become interested if they've not seen it yet on here. It'll take some time though, most will be copy and pasted but there will be information there that's not here and vice versa. -nods-

Everyone else reading! Don't be afraid to join, it's still open to all.

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

Raiding is BORING?!

I miss it, but I don't have a guild anymore /sigh.

Anyway, go go, start it *pokes*

[Araalynn]

It's even more boring when, even though every single person knows the fight, they still explain it. It's like 10 minutes of fighting and 3 hours of talking. UGH!

Ok ok I'm making it, I'm making it. -snaps at finger-

[Aznmafia]

Name:Vlad Kouffman

Race:Werewolf

Residence:Travler (Somewere near Ulnaus City)

Age:160 (Looks 20)

Gender:Male

Skilled With:Hand Combat,First Aid

Appearance:Vlad stands at 5'11.He has cut jet black with strange white streaks on the side,hair which reaches down to the tip of his ears.Has a dark golden eye color.Muscle toned from his days in the wild.Handsome features.Has a long gash down his chest from the recent war.When he is transformed his hair is midnight black with the same white streaks near his ears.Wears a black shirt with a white layer under it with black traveling pants that come with a pair of muddy black boots.Doesnt carry weapons because he mastered fighting with his bare hands.

Personality:Vlad loves woman and drinking.He stays in a calm mood and appears layed back,But he has a short temper to mean people.He trusts noone.Also hates getting old.

Entry Post:

Vlad walked down the dirt road wondering were he would be next after the war Vlad grew tired of fighting.He wonders around enjoying life and his natural time in the wilderness.

Vlad made a small fire by a cluster of oak wood trees to keep him warm during the chill of the night.Everytime Vlad lowered his defence he kept his wolf senses on high alert he was use to the dangers of the wild.But still prefered the nature life instead of the War.Vlad could make out the tiny insects that began to sing for mates,it soothed him.It was sometimes sad and boring being by himself but atleast he didnt have to worry about watching over someone.

He put his back against the trunk of one of the oak trees as a head rest.He gently scratched his black hair and sighed.He began to drift off to sleep.It was a dream he had frequently...most of the time it was about the war.He dreamed about one the missions he and a group of fellow comrads he had to do.Destroy a farming village to weaken the humans.Vlad could clearly hear the screams of the woman and children,his nostrils were filled with the black smoke of the burning houses around him.

Vlad woke up in a cold swea;Something was near him he quickly got off the ground and used his senses to detect any movement around him.It was nothing more then a lost bat.Vlad smiled thinking of how foolish he probally looked.He gripped the handles of his water bucket and looked at his reflection.He rubbed the streaks of white hair in dissapointment.

"Man....i will probally look like a old man by the time im 200."He said laughing to himself.

Vlad took a quick sip of the water and a quick nibble of some roots he had collected.He layed himself back down against the trunk and finnaly had a good dream about twenty single woman.If only someone had seen the huge grin on his face.

[Araalynn]

Well Vald is going to be quite the interesting character. -snicker- Accepted. -still working on IC Thread-

[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

well as much as I'd LOOOOOOVE to stay up refreshing my browser every 10 seconds to see if you've posted, I really need sleep... so I'll check up with yall tomorrow...

[Aznmafia]

lol thanks i tried to make him unique to the story.

I had to speed the charchter sheet thats why there is a few mistakes....i'll fix it.

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

*Pokes at snapping*

Heeey! No snapping.

[Araalynn]

See ya later Crazy.

I'm done with the IC thread now guys. I'll post a link to it on the first post. -snaps at finger again- No! Unless I get a cookie..

I might be heading to bed soon though, my eyes are going cross and my head hurts.

[Aznmafia]

muahahahah i'll be the first to post in it

by the way what do the werewolves look like when they transform is it like wilderness wolves or like Van Helsing werewolves?

[Araalynn]

As I said in the werewolf race information. Werewolves have three forms. Human, werewolf form and then wolf form. Wolf form is your normal four legged wolf though you can size them larger than an average wolf if you wish. Werewolf form is yes..like the werewolves in the Van Helsing movie. -wants to watch the movie now or the anime series. Shakes fist at Aznmafia.-

[Aznmafia]

sorry

i mustve missed that part

have a good night thou

lol

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

...How to Start off Riel...

[Araalynn]

BWHAHAHA I posted before you. Anyways, good night all. I should be back before the time turns to afternoon. <.<

[Tarmo of the Dusk]

I find it funny that both mine and Azn's posts involved gangs and violence in some way.

*high fives*

[SlowlyCrazyIAmGoing]

Good night! 4 o'clock in the morning!? Dont you people ever sleep?

Yeah, I was wondering about the werewolf thing too... thanks for the info!

Oh, before I forget: **gives Araalynn a cookie**