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I'm still trying to work that one out, I think a medieval setting would make more sense with minotaurs and that wandering about >.>Sporky111 said:
Question, before I start doing traits and all that...does anyone want to play as a Minotaur/centaur >.> or will I just leave them as lackeys <.<
[sub]Just trying to save myself some work, rather than writing screeds for them then no-one using them >.>[/sub]
[sub]Just trying to save myself some work, rather than writing screeds for them then no-one using them >.>[/sub]
Auditions here!
[sub]Due to large reserves...[/sub]
So:
OP will be in another thread shortly. Do NOT post your sheets in there!
Updated- vampires can only carry one weapon - production of fairness on my part >.>
[sub]Due to large reserves...[/sub]
So:
Name: [sub]...duh.[/sub]
Race: Vampire/Lycan/Human
Age: Humans between 16 and 45. Vampires, 16 - anything less than 500 same with Lycans.
Gender:
Appearance:
Weapons (for humans - up to three weapons, vampires can only use one.): (Medieval weaponry)
History:
Race: Vampire/Lycan/Human
Age: Humans between 16 and 45. Vampires, 16 - anything less than 500 same with Lycans.
Gender:
Appearance:
Weapons (for humans - up to three weapons, vampires can only use one.): (Medieval weaponry)
History:
OP will be in another thread shortly. Do NOT post your sheets in there!
Updated- vampires can only carry one weapon - production of fairness on my part >.>
Um, double post, but detail bump.
This, starts at least, in the year 1550 in Romania.
There is two blood feeds for vampires.
Unicorn - gives more agility at the cost of strength.
Human - Normal vampire abilites.
How to kill
Lycans - decapitated and burned only.
Vampires - direct sunlight only.
Humans - well...normal, but they are heavily armoured.
And if everyone goes Lycan! I will ask some people to change to give all sides a fair representation >.>
Any questions go ahead!
And, OP [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.169450] is up.
This, starts at least, in the year 1550 in Romania.
There is two blood feeds for vampires.
Unicorn - gives more agility at the cost of strength.
Human - Normal vampire abilites.
How to kill
Lycans - decapitated and burned only.
Vampires - direct sunlight only.
Humans - well...normal, but they are heavily armoured.
And if everyone goes Lycan! I will ask some people to change to give all sides a fair representation >.>
Any questions go ahead!
And, OP [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.169450] is up.
Name: Ilkka Viinikainen
Race: Lycan
Age: 277
Gender: Male
Appearance: Having spent his entire life in the cold reaches of the north, Ilkka has grown pale with thick, hardy skin, which doesn't seem to irritate though it is coarse and dry. His body is also built for harsh conditions and most comparable to a bear. He stands well over six feet tall, though he hunches forward somewhat, making him appear shorter yet more intimidating. Atop his head sits a mass of dark brown hair, thick and full, which sticks outward at odd angles and frequently appears as though it has never been brushed. His thick jaw is lined with the same rough hairs, reduced to annoyingly sharp stubbles. While the rest of his facial features portray the same boasting strength- a straight long nose, tightly drawn lips, and little to no baby fat- his eyes do not seem to match his appearance at all. Though also a dark brown, they glisten brightly, seeming sharp and intelligent.
When in lycan form, his physical stature remains monstrously large, though this makes him a fair bit slower. Fur covers the majority of his body in thick tufts to protect against the chilling winters, and is grey in colour. His snout and ears are rather long and pointed, though the right ear is torn at the tip. Wherever skin is visible, numerous scars are as well.
Being homeless and poor, Ilkka tends to snatch abandoned clothing from the unaware, as a reward for his own good actions toward the people. He often wears a fairly simple sort of tunic [http://www.houseofanoria.com/MEDIEVAL_CLOTHING/Dark_Prince.jpg] with a strip of leather looped around his waist to keep it shut. Underneath the tunic is a grey shirt with long sleeves, and grey pants that are frayed around the ankles. He most often walks barefoot. The only item of luxury he carries is a golden chain about his neck, with a pendant of a cross. The chain is thick and just long enough to be comfortable around his neck when in lycan form.
History: Ilkka was born under the shadow of the Korvatunturi mountains in what is modern day Finland, by the border of Russia. Both of his parents were lycans, and gave birth to seven other children, or pups. Three of them died in infancy or early childhood, and another freezing to death after falling into a deep pond. Ilkka, his two brothers, and their one sister, were left to grow to adulthood.
Their childhood was largely primitive, as their parents were reclusive and tried to avoid human contact- this was especially easy due to living in such an empty region. He and his siblings were often beaten and abused, forced to grow strong or perish. At the age of seventeen, another brother died, deemed too weak by his mother. The group of pups was whittled down to three.
By the time Ilkka was thirty-six, he was deemed ready to face the world alone. South he travelled, until he met humans, tribal folk who wore the fur of other creatures on top of their bald bodies. Attempting to appear as human as possible, Ilkka blended with the people in their village, hoping to rest from his travels across the wintry landscapes.
Rest, however, was not in the stars for him. That night, a relatively small group of pillagers arrived from the east, keen to destroy the village, steal its supplies, and rape its women. Disgusted by the putrid screams and the scent of burning hair in the night, he reverted to his true form and attacked, savagely killing most of the raiders. Those who fled would tell stories of the wolf-man who had slaughtered their numbers, blood dripping ecstatically from his maw. After the conflict, the leader of the village approached. Ilkka was warned never to return for the fear he had caused, but to retain his pure heart and noble vengeance. The lycan was given a golden cross to safeguard him, and he obeyed, continuing to travel south.
Throughout his many years, Ilkka has acted as a dark knight, fighting for those too weak to defend themselves, offering no surrender and sparing no one who stood in his way. His moral lines are often confused: he has destroyed and protected; raped and loved; murdered and saved. But to his pride, he will never relinquish his pursuit for fairness, for equality, and for justice.
Race: Lycan
Age: 277
Gender: Male
Appearance: Having spent his entire life in the cold reaches of the north, Ilkka has grown pale with thick, hardy skin, which doesn't seem to irritate though it is coarse and dry. His body is also built for harsh conditions and most comparable to a bear. He stands well over six feet tall, though he hunches forward somewhat, making him appear shorter yet more intimidating. Atop his head sits a mass of dark brown hair, thick and full, which sticks outward at odd angles and frequently appears as though it has never been brushed. His thick jaw is lined with the same rough hairs, reduced to annoyingly sharp stubbles. While the rest of his facial features portray the same boasting strength- a straight long nose, tightly drawn lips, and little to no baby fat- his eyes do not seem to match his appearance at all. Though also a dark brown, they glisten brightly, seeming sharp and intelligent.
When in lycan form, his physical stature remains monstrously large, though this makes him a fair bit slower. Fur covers the majority of his body in thick tufts to protect against the chilling winters, and is grey in colour. His snout and ears are rather long and pointed, though the right ear is torn at the tip. Wherever skin is visible, numerous scars are as well.
Being homeless and poor, Ilkka tends to snatch abandoned clothing from the unaware, as a reward for his own good actions toward the people. He often wears a fairly simple sort of tunic [http://www.houseofanoria.com/MEDIEVAL_CLOTHING/Dark_Prince.jpg] with a strip of leather looped around his waist to keep it shut. Underneath the tunic is a grey shirt with long sleeves, and grey pants that are frayed around the ankles. He most often walks barefoot. The only item of luxury he carries is a golden chain about his neck, with a pendant of a cross. The chain is thick and just long enough to be comfortable around his neck when in lycan form.
History: Ilkka was born under the shadow of the Korvatunturi mountains in what is modern day Finland, by the border of Russia. Both of his parents were lycans, and gave birth to seven other children, or pups. Three of them died in infancy or early childhood, and another freezing to death after falling into a deep pond. Ilkka, his two brothers, and their one sister, were left to grow to adulthood.
Their childhood was largely primitive, as their parents were reclusive and tried to avoid human contact- this was especially easy due to living in such an empty region. He and his siblings were often beaten and abused, forced to grow strong or perish. At the age of seventeen, another brother died, deemed too weak by his mother. The group of pups was whittled down to three.
By the time Ilkka was thirty-six, he was deemed ready to face the world alone. South he travelled, until he met humans, tribal folk who wore the fur of other creatures on top of their bald bodies. Attempting to appear as human as possible, Ilkka blended with the people in their village, hoping to rest from his travels across the wintry landscapes.
Rest, however, was not in the stars for him. That night, a relatively small group of pillagers arrived from the east, keen to destroy the village, steal its supplies, and rape its women. Disgusted by the putrid screams and the scent of burning hair in the night, he reverted to his true form and attacked, savagely killing most of the raiders. Those who fled would tell stories of the wolf-man who had slaughtered their numbers, blood dripping ecstatically from his maw. After the conflict, the leader of the village approached. Ilkka was warned never to return for the fear he had caused, but to retain his pure heart and noble vengeance. The lycan was given a golden cross to safeguard him, and he obeyed, continuing to travel south.
Throughout his many years, Ilkka has acted as a dark knight, fighting for those too weak to defend themselves, offering no surrender and sparing no one who stood in his way. His moral lines are often confused: he has destroyed and protected; raped and loved; murdered and saved. But to his pride, he will never relinquish his pursuit for fairness, for equality, and for justice.
Anyway, if everyone does go lycan, I could always do two characters. ;p
Name: Valdori Miasama
Race: Vampire
Age: 212
Gender: Male
Appearance: If theres one thing Valdori prides himself in, it is his appearence. Wild, untamed silver hair flows freely, cascading in long locks down his back. Hit with a case of heterochromia, one of his eyes is a brilliant blue and the other is crimson red. He has sharp features which frame his face in a magnificent portrait. A scar runs down his cheek, but it only adds the dimenesion of rugged handsomeness to his demeanor.
He wears a long white cloak that is torn in several places. A black, sleevless tunic covers his suprisingly muscular frame, and his body is covered in various battlescars, the most prominent being a distinct crucifix shape on his chest. He wears a pair of smart dress pants at all times, and his boots are the finest in Romania.
Weapons: A Halberd which is placed in a sheath across his back.
History: Born into a life of poverty in 14th century Britain, son of an English whore and an Italian merchant, Valdori was to never know happiness in his human life. Abandoned at just four years old, he was eventually picked up by a millitary General after him sensing great potential in the boy. His life was to get harder however, as the General was a cruel and wicked guardian to Valdori, beating and mercilessly training him whenever he could. At just 17 years old, Valdori was drafted into what would become the Hundred Years War, a task he deemed an honour.
About four years into the war, Valdori was enjoying a stay in a local tavern when he was approached by a beautiful woman named Isabella. He instantly fell into lust with her, and immediately sought to bed her, to which she was more than willing to do.
Unbeknowst to him, she was a vampire. And she was thirsty.
During their passioante night of lovemaking, Valdori found himself victim to her thirst. He would have died, had not the village been raided by the opposing army just a few seconds after she began to feed.
When he discovered what he was, he felt no grief, no anger, no pessimism. He only had the desire to quench his thirst for blood. And look dammned good while he was doing it.
Race: Vampire
Age: 212
Gender: Male
Appearance: If theres one thing Valdori prides himself in, it is his appearence. Wild, untamed silver hair flows freely, cascading in long locks down his back. Hit with a case of heterochromia, one of his eyes is a brilliant blue and the other is crimson red. He has sharp features which frame his face in a magnificent portrait. A scar runs down his cheek, but it only adds the dimenesion of rugged handsomeness to his demeanor.
He wears a long white cloak that is torn in several places. A black, sleevless tunic covers his suprisingly muscular frame, and his body is covered in various battlescars, the most prominent being a distinct crucifix shape on his chest. He wears a pair of smart dress pants at all times, and his boots are the finest in Romania.
Weapons: A Halberd which is placed in a sheath across his back.
History: Born into a life of poverty in 14th century Britain, son of an English whore and an Italian merchant, Valdori was to never know happiness in his human life. Abandoned at just four years old, he was eventually picked up by a millitary General after him sensing great potential in the boy. His life was to get harder however, as the General was a cruel and wicked guardian to Valdori, beating and mercilessly training him whenever he could. At just 17 years old, Valdori was drafted into what would become the Hundred Years War, a task he deemed an honour.
About four years into the war, Valdori was enjoying a stay in a local tavern when he was approached by a beautiful woman named Isabella. He instantly fell into lust with her, and immediately sought to bed her, to which she was more than willing to do.
Unbeknowst to him, she was a vampire. And she was thirsty.
During their passioante night of lovemaking, Valdori found himself victim to her thirst. He would have died, had not the village been raided by the opposing army just a few seconds after she began to feed.
When he discovered what he was, he felt no grief, no anger, no pessimism. He only had the desire to quench his thirst for blood. And look dammned good while he was doing it.
I hope it's alright, lemme know if you want me to add more.
