This is all one needs to get started. Pm your sheet to both me and DakmorQueen, and we'll see if anything needs changing. You can post your sheet on this thread as well, for reference and keeping track.
Required Information
Name: Character Name
Race: Special Rules
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Plane that you are from, or that your character has spent the most of their previous life on. Determines spells available to starting planeswalkers.
Life: Starts at 40
Mana: Starts at 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: Starts at 2 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Color: Starting color, any additional colors
Abilities: Where you put a list of your abilities and colors. Can make private for WPL's and yourself, or make public. Your choice.
Appearance: What your character looks like
Hair: Hair color
Eyes: Eye color
Height: Character height
Weight: Not really needed, but its an RPG.
Background: Simple or complex backstory about your character. What they have done in their past lives, culminating in their death-trance into the Blind Eternities. Must explain how spark ignited, proceding death, and entrance to B.E. Character will start game either in B.E. or in the Infinite Consortium on Ravnica, sleeping in a bed in the sleeping area, having just 'walked from the B.E. to there.
Level: Character Level
XP: Character experience. Current Level XP/Lifetime XP
AP: Current number of Ability Points(AP)
Alright, Lets give it a shot and hope I don't screw it up. Adapting a Planeswalker idea I had in the CCL, it won't follow his story though so he can still work.
Name: Loguh, of the Odazi Clan
Race: Ogre
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Zendikar
Life: 40
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: 3 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: 3/3
Color: R
Abilities: Private for Now
Appearance: Loguh is a large, muscular ogre with grey thick skin, large arms, three fingers per hand. He tends to wear leather armor, more on the lower torso then upper, and has a few battle scars to help show how experienced he is in combat.
Hair: None
Eyes: Dark Grey
Height: 7'5"
Weight: 427 lbs.
Born to a tribe of Mountain Ogres in the plane of Zendikar, in the Akoum continent. He rose up and became a mighty Shaman Warrior of the tribe, one among many. Though it didn't do them much good when the Eldrazi awoken and started causing chaos. His entire tribe was wiped out by one of larger members of the Eldrazi Brood, a majority from a single strike. It was that strike that not only ended Loguh, but started him anew, it was with that his spark was ignited and he was flung into the blind eternities.
Level: 1
XP: 0
AP: 0
Edit: I was given permission to upgrade and fix Loguh, you can't see it here for the most part, but it has been approved =)
small edit: you dont need to put anything concerning your racial, or bonus abilities on your sheet unless you want to.
EDIT: APPROVED by silverthorn2009 and DakmorQueen.
Name: Y'tgh (DQ)
Race: Wolf
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Mirrodin/New Phyrexia (m13)
Life: Starts at 40
Mana: Starts at 10 (W)
Spells/Turn: Starts at 2 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Abilities: Private
Appearance: A long light blue cloak is draped over a wolfen form. Long silver/grey fur is scarred in several places. A piece of stark white material like porcelain covered the creature's left eye, a scar trails out from under it. The wolf's fangs are long and seem slightly metallic. Wires and plates of metal appear all over the wolf's body.
Hair: Silver/grey
Eyes: Blue
Height: Wolf
Weight: 79 lbs
Y'gth was a wolf on the plane of Mirrodin. When the Phyrexians attacked Mirrodin, Y'gth tried to help defend the Tangle, but was infected my Phyresis and was taken to Elesh Norn's priests to be converted. Before Y'gth was compleated, the spark ignited and Y'gth was thrown into the Blind Eternities.
Level: 1
XP: 0/0
AP: 0
EDIT: APPROVED by silverthorn2009 and DakmorQueen.
One of the inhabitants of the mysterious island known as Vesuva, Quinne was borne into the wilderness of the island itself. No parents, no other people around while he was growing up, he learned from the land, learning his abilities to change himself to what he wanted to look like, to hide himself in his surroundings, to live on and off the land as he pleased. Going around the island, around his 10th year of life, he noticed some things about his abilities. He could change himself into things larger than the shifttrees in the center of the isle, and to smaller than the smallest insect. He was tired after major changes, not so much after little things. He noticed the beasts around him were friendly, unless he used his abilities, and he asked them why. They told him that his powers were of the island, but not of the island and it frightened them. It wasn't normal, or at least the 'normal' that was of the island at any rate. His powers were beyond the norm for denizens of Vesuva. They wanted him to leave, or find out why he was different. Leaving his little cove, he wandered the island to find someone that could help him. After weeks of searching, he could find no being that could tell him anything about his powers. Wandering around, he came to what seemed like a rip in reality. He didn't know what it was or what it could be. It didn't move, it didn't bring anything to it. He could see through it, though it was blurry as the shifting snows that came around in the winter. There was no temperture change as it was in the winter, so he knew it wasn't actually snow, but he could tell it was not natural at any rate. As he got closer to it, he found that he was drawn to it, and after he got within a few feet of the thing, it began pulling him closer, and no matter how much he changed his form, he just could not get away. He got pulled into the rip, and passed out.
Pain. Excruciating pain. That was all he knew when he awoke. No matter what he did, Quinne could not stop the pain. He was dying. He knew that was the only explanation. All he could think about. All he knew. Then, when he though it could get no worse, it did. It seemed that he was being pulled in every direction, the ones he knew, and the ones he could never dream about. Then, all of a sudden, he began to move inward, his body being pushed and pulled at the same time. He was collapsing in on himself. When he was sure that there was nothing worse that could happen, that he had endured everything that he could, he gave in to the pressure pushing him in on himself.
As soon as he did, something changed inside of him. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew that something had changed. Suddenly found himself floating in a vast space of nothingness, in the form he was born as. He was but a babe, barely borne, but somehow he knew that he had been borne again. He was different, moreso than he ever thought possible. He was himself, but not himself. He did not know what he was.
EDIT: APPROVED by silverthorn2009 and DakmorQueen.
Name: Anna
Race: Elf (Fae-Blessed)
Home Plane: Lorwyn
Life: 40
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 20
Spells/Turn: 2 Sorcery, 2 Instant
P/T: 1/1
Color: U
Abilities: {CENSORED}
Appearance: Your typical female Lorwyn elf--tall, thin, beautiful, and without blemish. Well, almost. Her ram-like horns are snapped off close to their bases near her forehead. Her thin, black hair blows about in the wind easily. Large, insectoid wings akin to those of fae protrude from her back, though she cannot fly on them without a little magical assistance.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6' 11"
Weight: 85 lb
Backstory: Anna is an elf planeswalker who wields blue magic. She specializes in mental magic of all kinds--deception, illusion, and even extraction of thoughts.
Born into Perfect Evelyn's family in a palace just outside Wren's Run, Anna was far and away the most beautiful child of four. She became a Perfect herself at the age of seven, and mastered the elvish art of branchbending at age ten. By the time she became a teenager, even great treefolk bowed to her mastery of elvish magic. Her two horns were curved in a unique fashion, as well--they curved above her head instead of outward.
The day the Aurora came, a vicious storm blew through Wren's Run, lifting her off her feet and into an enormous tree. Her horns snapped in two from the impact, her elvish green magic and perfect beauty with it. Upon her return to the palace, Evelyn shed tears at her blight, then reluctantly ordered her daughter's death. She stole a cervin from the stables and fled the winnowers chasing her down Wren's Run.
A few minutes into the chase, Anna's cervin was shot from underneath her. She tumbled through the woods and past the wall of glamer hiding Glen Elendra from the rest of Lorwyn. Her pursuers, unable to find her, assumed her dead from the impact. The beauty of the glen surpassed even the elvish palaces in her homeland. She saw her reflection in the water, and gasped at just how blighted she was.
Returning from a dream harvest, the Thoughtpicker Clique found Anna, out cold near a waterfall. The three faeries harvested one more dream before levitating her toward the palace of the fae queen, Oona. When she was conscious again, Oona agreed to reveal a secret to Anna on the condition that she would use its knowledge to aid the faeries in their harvest of dreams. She agreed, and Oona revealed that she had an unignited Spark, dormant within her.
Oona spent the next two weeks teaching Anna the magic required for harvesting and extracting the dreams of the weary, as well as glamers and illusions of all kinds. After the queen was satisfied with her progress, she saw her people off. Anna planeswalked away from Lorwyn, and now searches the Multiverse for richer dreamstuff and answers regarding the Great Aurora.
Name: Zefis the God-Touched
Race: Kor
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Zendikar
Life: 40
Mana: 10 Black
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: 2 Sorcery, 1 Instant
P/T: 1/1
Color: Black
Abilities:
• Conjuration: 4
• Enchantment: 1
• Drain: 1
Appearance: Young, slender, leanly muscled with a handsome face, framed by long, white bangs. The rest of his hair is pulled into a ponytail. He typically wears a black robe, to hide the signs of Eldrazi corruption. Specifically, a pulsing tumor on his back with twitching, veiny tendrils that bulge under his skin, wrapping around to connect to the edges of a wide, sharp-toothed mouth on his stomach.
Hair: White
Eyes: Black
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 110
Background:
Zefis was scarcely out of childhood when the Eldrazi awoke to ravage the plane of Zendikar. At the sight of such unfathomable horror, the rest of the plane banded together in a desperate attempt to push back the threat… but not Zefis. He saw the power of the Eldrazi, he saw the raw destruction they wrought, and his mind shattered at the glory before him. Where others saw death, he saw conquest; where others saw an enemy, he saw power; where others found a foe, he found gods. Zefis began to worship the mighty abominations, learning to call them and command them. Eventually, he gave himself willingly to the dread beast known as Emrakul, the Aeons torn. As the abomination touched his mind, his very soul was corrupted by the sheer power of the Eldrazi, and came close to annihilation. But where most mortals would have died, Zefis’ spark ignited from the explosion of Arcane energies within him, and he was hurled into the Blind Eternities, the very realm from whence his dread masters originated.
Level: 1
XP: 0/0
AP:0
EDIT: Approved by DakmorQueen (Awaiting approval by silverthorn2009)
Appearance: Abnormally long arms, Horns sticking out thick hair that extends about3 inches below shoulders, red scar that stretches from middle of forehead to left corner of mouth.
Color: Green
Abilities: Artifact and Enchantment Destruction (Learned), Conjuration- 3 Points (New conjuration system)
Bio: Cryffyl never knew why he was alive. He never understood anything about existence. While other changelings found species that they decided to imitate, Cryffyl preferred to walk around the Great Forest, pretending he was an Elf. He fit the category perfectly. He often used his powers to gain the immaculate appearance, yet his transparent skin always showcased what he really was: an eyeblight.
One day, Cryffyl was deep in Gilt-Leaf territory when a group of scarblades patrolled the area. Cryffyl was terrified, but he knew that the local Elves that inhabited the area were sympathetic towards strangers and wouldn’t attack him is he didn’t cause any harm.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Like a flash of lightning, a green shape dashed out of the trees. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a searing flare mutilate his skin. As he could smell the distinct odor of moonglove, the world around him went black.
Three days later, he woke up in a hut. His head was hurting. He tried to take the form of a snake and slither out of the room, he felt something wrong. He couldn’t change. The blade used to attack him went so deep down into his brain; it destroyed the tissue that caused his changeling powers. Not only that, but his neurons were being overtaken by a whole new condition: his spark had activated.
Years had passed as he blended in the Gilt-Leaf culture. He had been accepted as an elf, as he had remained in the body he had always wanted to inhabit. One day, as he returned from a hunt, a woman named Nissa Revane waited at the entrance to his hut. She had promised to bring him on a journey he had never thought possible.
Personality: Very curious if you can get his talking. Originally being a changeling, he is used to waiting in the background.
Inventory: Nothing. Cryffyl is still used to the changeling way of life, which involves not keeping any possessions.
Note: I will make him blue in the future.
Mana pool: 12/12 Green
Health: 40/40
Conjuration: 4 AP
XP:0
AP:1 Left
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 0
Current Location: Infinite Consortium
Also, seeing as I've been here from the start, could I maybe become a WPL?
I'm still using Cryffyl. 4 Ability points in conjuration.
After a year, it's about time we get this started.
Also, for some reason I'm not allowed to access my original character post.
Also, seeing as I've been here from the start, could I maybe become a WPL?
You can't access it because we've move that thread... If you'd like, I can PM you your former sheet and you can edit your post with an updated version.
You can't access it because we've move that thread... If you'd like, I can PM you your former sheet and you can edit your post with an updated version.
Name: Lucien Riano
Race: Human
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Innistrad
Life: 40
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: 2 Sorcery speed, 2 Instant speed
P/T: 1/1
Color: U
Abilities: [access restricted]
Appearance: Tall and lean,he wears a black longcoat, a crisp white shirt, black pants, and dyed blue boots. he also wears a low slung hat that he may or may not have stolen from a cathar.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue with a blue glow emanating from it like this
Height: 6'3
Weight: 139lbs
Background: Not much is known of the younger days of Lucien, however he came to a small level of fame in his early twenties, claiming to be an exorcist, and making a decent profit "banishing" geists from the homes of the fearful.
In reality, he had the innate ability to see,channel, and absorb the spirits of the dead. Enabling him to seemingly banish the spirits and collect money, then alter filter the spirits essence into containers to sell on the black market.
Lucien life however changed when late one night he was ambushed by a blood frenzied vampire. As the vampire drained him of blood, he thought he was done for, but his spark activated before he was fully drained and he was sent into the Blind Eternities
Level: 1
XP: +1 XP
AP: 0 left
Name: Daxm
Race: Goblin
Plane of Origin/Home Plane:Lorawyn/Shadowmoor
Life: 40
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: 3 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Color::symr:
Abilities:[shh secret]
Appearance: A quintessential goblin, he is green, with slightly pointed ears. Since he left the plane of Lorawyn, he has grown tired of his former choice in clothing causing people to assume he's dimwitted so he's taken to dressing himself in more "proper" clothing. He often wears red robe and shirt, boots, and black pants.
Hair: has no hair
Eyes: One black and one green
Height: Surprisingly tall for a goblin at 3'5
Weight: 65 lbs.
Background: He was born among a mass of brothers and sisters in his tribe. While Lorawyn goblins vary greatly, Daxm came out completely average. It was only later in his youth that it would be discovered that he had been born with one of the strangest and rarest mutation of all: Intelligence.
Gifted with intelligence far superior to his other goblin brethren, this however did not make him liked. He was bullied by his brothers and sisters. Eventually he took to magic and the way of the shaman, however his gifts enabled to to surpass the shamans of his tribe in due time. As per boggart custom, no sensation is to be hoarded, however intelligence was not something Daxm could easily share,so he was exiled from his tribe and stripped of his clans name.
However he managed to find his own niche , using his intelligence to steal and swipe what food he needed to survive. Eventually he found other goblins, exiled for one reason or another and they formed a gang, with Daxm as the leader.
The gang was very successful, until the day Daxm, decided to make a daring raid into the home of the prejudiced elves. The heist was success until they tried to make their escape and were caught. As winnowers descended and massacred what he had come to know as his family, his spark activated and he thrown into the Blind Eternities
Since then he has walked through different planes,encountering other versions and variants of his race, though few that shared his intelligence, eventually arriving on Ravnica, and the Infinite Consortium
Level: 1
XP: 0 XP
AP: Current number of Ability Points(AP)
Required Information
Name: Niv-Mizzet, Mob Boss
Race: Dragon
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Ravnica
Life: Starts at 40
Mana: Starts at 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: Starts at 2 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Color: UBR
Abilities: Secret
Appearance: Find any picture of Niv-Mizzet on the interwebs, then adda liitle evil.
Hair: N/A
Eyes: Orange
Height: 50'
Weight: 6,000 Lb
Background: Hatched in Ravnica in the days before the guildpact.Was already old when the guildpact was formed and became the leader of the guildpact. When the guildpact broke, my spark ignited and I "dissapeared" when I started planeswalking.
Level: Character Level
XP: 0/0
AP: ???
Ok, I used to RP on Diablo and Gaia... I will use my usual RP character. This system looks waay different, so it may take me time to get used to... I will try to remember to copy all this before I post it in order to PM the request for approval. If I don't, I am sorry. I use the internet from a phone's wifi right now... I love writing though, and I love Magic as well. To RP about magic? Hurray!! Haha
-Required Information-
Name: Jaralthazar
Race: Drow (DarkElf)/Vampire
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: ??? (Kamigawa/Ravnica)
Life: Starts at 40
Mana: Starts at 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: Starts at 2 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Color: Black, (to start)
Abilities: Conjure:3, Destro:2
Appearance: (similar to the avi & sig) Flawless bluish-grey skin, with a faint black aura.
Hair: Platinum
Eyes: Piercing Ice-Blue.
Height: 6'5
Weight: 225lbs
Bio: An Elf born to the outcast tribes of night, Jaralthazar was born centuries ago. Being an elf, he already possessed an extended youth when one fateful night he was chosen by the elder clans to receive the Dark Gift. Having signed the pact with his own blood, he turned... However the gift's effects on his race allow him a slight advantage over the other mortal races. As a Drow, the gift's strengths are amplified, from being able to withstand the light to access to other mystic powers... The already extended life of the elves is also amplified by the Dark Gift, allowing potential access to enhanced healing, and a denial of natural death so long as the Gift is fed. Like any other Vampire, the power of the Gift grows with time.
Appearance:
At a glance, Gram appears to be nothing more than a common drifter, although his towering stature could quickly abolish such observation. He wears what appears to be a tattered, hooded dark robe which shrouds his features well. But a sliver of more attention and what is hidden beneath his robe is revealed: a damaged chestplate bearing Cult of Rakdos' insignia. And when curiosity shifts the attention towards his face, light seems unable to reveal more than a moment of his subtle grin.
It has been many years since Gram could reminisce his devotion to Serra. And it has been many moons since Gram could remember the smell of the plane which she has created, the plane of his origin. But it has only been moments since he recalled how he failed to board Urza's Ark, the Weatherlight, and escape from the destruction of his home plane. Moments of which have given him the answer of his continued existence.
And it was the Spark. Gram could not translate those moments into time measurements of mortals, but he knew, the moment the Spark sparked within him, he had truly transcended mortals, time, and space. Hence, Serra's divinity became somewhat more comprehensible to him.
Still shaking on his limbs, Gram struggled to stand up from the cold floor. His first plane travel put him through a state of limbo for quite some moments. And as he reached for the ledge, he looked and realized, he is within a city greater than any he has ever seen. He didn't know then, that the plane of Ravnica was the first plane the Spark brought him into.
Level: 1 XP: 0 AP: 0
Going to PM you guys as soon as I have finished the background.
By the way, do we need to address gender? And/or sex? Not that it is mandatory, but could add immersion and clear up possible confusions.
Required Information
Name: Character Name
Race: Special Rules
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Plane that you are from, or that your character has spent the most of their previous life on. Determines spells available to starting planeswalkers.
Life: Starts at 40
Mana: Starts at 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: Starts at 2 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Color: Starting color, any additional colors
Abilities: Where you put a list of your abilities and colors. Can make private for WPL's and yourself, or make public. Your choice.
Appearance: What your character looks like
Hair: Hair color
Eyes: Eye color
Height: Character height
Weight: Not really needed, but its an RPG.
Background: Simple or complex backstory about your character. What they have done in their past lives, culminating in their death-trance into the Blind Eternities. Must explain how spark ignited, proceding death, and entrance to B.E. Character will start game either in B.E. or in the Infinite Consortium on Ravnica, sleeping in a bed in the sleeping area, having just 'walked from the B.E. to there.
Level: Character Level
XP: Character experience. Current Level XP/Lifetime XP
AP: Current number of Ability Points(AP)
Y'gth: DakmorQueen: APPROVED
Loguh: Arcel: APPROVED; changes Approved
Anna: Raikou Rider: APPROVED
Zefis: Typewriter: APPOVED
Cryffyl: fluffyn00b: Pending Rules Alteration and Approval
Lucien: Random Nation: Pending Ability and Approval
http://forums.mtgsalvation.com/showpost.php?p=5586155&postcount=2
Quinne, PW
Name: Loguh, of the Odazi Clan
Race: Ogre
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Zendikar
Life: 40
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: 3 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: 3/3
Color: R
Abilities: Private for Now
Appearance: Loguh is a large, muscular ogre with grey thick skin, large arms, three fingers per hand. He tends to wear leather armor, more on the lower torso then upper, and has a few battle scars to help show how experienced he is in combat.
Hair: None
Eyes: Dark Grey
Height: 7'5"
Weight: 427 lbs.
XP: 0
AP: 0
Edit: I was given permission to upgrade and fix Loguh, you can't see it here for the most part, but it has been approved =)
small edit: you dont need to put anything concerning your racial, or bonus abilities on your sheet unless you want to.
EDIT: APPROVED by silverthorn2009 and DakmorQueen.
Artist: //gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Search/Default.aspx?action=advanced&artist=[%22Daniel%20Ljunggren%22">"]Daniel Ljunggren
Race: Wolf
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Mirrodin/New Phyrexia (m13)
Life: Starts at 40
Mana: Starts at 10 (W)
Spells/Turn: Starts at 2 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Abilities: Private
Appearance: A long light blue cloak is draped over a wolfen form. Long silver/grey fur is scarred in several places. A piece of stark white material like porcelain covered the creature's left eye, a scar trails out from under it. The wolf's fangs are long and seem slightly metallic. Wires and plates of metal appear all over the wolf's body.
Hair: Silver/grey
Eyes: Blue
Height: Wolf
Weight: 79 lbs
XP: 0/0
AP: 0
EDIT: APPROVED by silverthorn2009 and DakmorQueen.
http://forums.mtgsalvation.com/showpost.php?p=5586155&postcount=2
Quinne, PW
Race: Shapeshifter(often seen as a small squirrel)
Plane of origin: Dominaria
Size: 4' 7", 100 lbs.
Life: 40
Mana: 11
Spells/Turn: 2/2
P/T: 1/1
Color: G
Level: 1
XP: 1/1
AP: 1
Abilities: Private
As soon as he did, something changed inside of him. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew that something had changed. Suddenly found himself floating in a vast space of nothingness, in the form he was born as. He was but a babe, barely borne, but somehow he knew that he had been borne again. He was different, moreso than he ever thought possible. He was himself, but not himself. He did not know what he was.
EDIT: APPROVED by silverthorn2009 and DakmorQueen.
http://forums.mtgsalvation.com/showpost.php?p=5586155&postcount=2
Quinne, PW
Race: Elf (Fae-Blessed)
Home Plane: Lorwyn
Life: 40
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 20
Spells/Turn: 2 Sorcery, 2 Instant
P/T: 1/1
Color: U
Abilities: {CENSORED}
Appearance: Your typical female Lorwyn elf--tall, thin, beautiful, and without blemish. Well, almost. Her ram-like horns are snapped off close to their bases near her forehead. Her thin, black hair blows about in the wind easily. Large, insectoid wings akin to those of fae protrude from her back, though she cannot fly on them without a little magical assistance.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6' 11"
Weight: 85 lb
Backstory: Anna is an elf planeswalker who wields blue magic. She specializes in mental magic of all kinds--deception, illusion, and even extraction of thoughts.
Born into Perfect Evelyn's family in a palace just outside Wren's Run, Anna was far and away the most beautiful child of four. She became a Perfect herself at the age of seven, and mastered the elvish art of branchbending at age ten. By the time she became a teenager, even great treefolk bowed to her mastery of elvish magic. Her two horns were curved in a unique fashion, as well--they curved above her head instead of outward.
The day the Aurora came, a vicious storm blew through Wren's Run, lifting her off her feet and into an enormous tree. Her horns snapped in two from the impact, her elvish green magic and perfect beauty with it. Upon her return to the palace, Evelyn shed tears at her blight, then reluctantly ordered her daughter's death. She stole a cervin from the stables and fled the winnowers chasing her down Wren's Run.
A few minutes into the chase, Anna's cervin was shot from underneath her. She tumbled through the woods and past the wall of glamer hiding Glen Elendra from the rest of Lorwyn. Her pursuers, unable to find her, assumed her dead from the impact. The beauty of the glen surpassed even the elvish palaces in her homeland. She saw her reflection in the water, and gasped at just how blighted she was.
Returning from a dream harvest, the Thoughtpicker Clique found Anna, out cold near a waterfall. The three faeries harvested one more dream before levitating her toward the palace of the fae queen, Oona. When she was conscious again, Oona agreed to reveal a secret to Anna on the condition that she would use its knowledge to aid the faeries in their harvest of dreams. She agreed, and Oona revealed that she had an unignited Spark, dormant within her.
Oona spent the next two weeks teaching Anna the magic required for harvesting and extracting the dreams of the weary, as well as glamers and illusions of all kinds. After the queen was satisfied with her progress, she saw her people off. Anna planeswalked away from Lorwyn, and now searches the Multiverse for richer dreamstuff and answers regarding the Great Aurora.
Lv: 1
XP: 2/2
AP: 1/5
Core Set: M10
Edit: APPROVED by silverthorn2009 and DqkmorQueen
Emille, Seven-Sting Dancer Shalin Nariya
Race: Kor
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Zendikar
Life: 40
Mana: 10 Black
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: 2 Sorcery, 1 Instant
P/T: 1/1
Color: Black
Abilities:
• Conjuration: 4
• Enchantment: 1
• Drain: 1
Appearance: Young, slender, leanly muscled with a handsome face, framed by long, white bangs. The rest of his hair is pulled into a ponytail. He typically wears a black robe, to hide the signs of Eldrazi corruption. Specifically, a pulsing tumor on his back with twitching, veiny tendrils that bulge under his skin, wrapping around to connect to the edges of a wide, sharp-toothed mouth on his stomach.
Hair: White
Eyes: Black
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 110
Background:
XP: 0/0
AP:0
EDIT: Approved by DakmorQueen (Awaiting approval by silverthorn2009)
Gender: N/A
Plane of Origin: Lorwyn-Shadowmoor
Race: Elf (Formerly Shapeshifter)
Size: 5’6”, 120 Lbs
Appearance: Abnormally long arms, Horns sticking out thick hair that extends about3 inches below shoulders, red scar that stretches from middle of forehead to left corner of mouth.
Color: Green
Abilities: Artifact and Enchantment Destruction (Learned), Conjuration- 3 Points (New conjuration system)
Bio: Cryffyl never knew why he was alive. He never understood anything about existence. While other changelings found species that they decided to imitate, Cryffyl preferred to walk around the Great Forest, pretending he was an Elf. He fit the category perfectly. He often used his powers to gain the immaculate appearance, yet his transparent skin always showcased what he really was: an eyeblight.
One day, Cryffyl was deep in Gilt-Leaf territory when a group of scarblades patrolled the area. Cryffyl was terrified, but he knew that the local Elves that inhabited the area were sympathetic towards strangers and wouldn’t attack him is he didn’t cause any harm.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Like a flash of lightning, a green shape dashed out of the trees. Before he knew what was happening, he felt a searing flare mutilate his skin. As he could smell the distinct odor of moonglove, the world around him went black.
Three days later, he woke up in a hut. His head was hurting. He tried to take the form of a snake and slither out of the room, he felt something wrong. He couldn’t change. The blade used to attack him went so deep down into his brain; it destroyed the tissue that caused his changeling powers. Not only that, but his neurons were being overtaken by a whole new condition: his spark had activated.
Years had passed as he blended in the Gilt-Leaf culture. He had been accepted as an elf, as he had remained in the body he had always wanted to inhabit. One day, as he returned from a hunt, a woman named Nissa Revane waited at the entrance to his hut. She had promised to bring him on a journey he had never thought possible.
Personality: Very curious if you can get his talking. Originally being a changeling, he is used to waiting in the background.
Inventory: Nothing. Cryffyl is still used to the changeling way of life, which involves not keeping any possessions.
Note: I will make him blue in the future.
Mana pool: 12/12 Green
Health: 40/40
Conjuration: 4 AP
XP:0
AP:1 Left
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 0
Current Location: Infinite Consortium
Also, seeing as I've been here from the start, could I maybe become a WPL?
sig by DarkNightCavalier
Avatar by perv90210.
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Cryffyl
You can't access it because we've move that thread... If you'd like, I can PM you your former sheet and you can edit your post with an updated version.
Yes, please
sig by DarkNightCavalier
Avatar by perv90210.
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Cryffyl
Race: Human
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Innistrad
Life: 40
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: 2 Sorcery speed, 2 Instant speed
P/T: 1/1
Color: U
Abilities: [access restricted]
Appearance: Tall and lean,he wears a black longcoat, a crisp white shirt, black pants, and dyed blue boots. he also wears a low slung hat that he may or may not have stolen from a cathar.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue with a blue glow emanating from it like this
Height: 6'3
Weight: 139lbs
Background: Not much is known of the younger days of Lucien, however he came to a small level of fame in his early twenties, claiming to be an exorcist, and making a decent profit "banishing" geists from the homes of the fearful.
In reality, he had the innate ability to see,channel, and absorb the spirits of the dead. Enabling him to seemingly banish the spirits and collect money, then alter filter the spirits essence into containers to sell on the black market.
Lucien life however changed when late one night he was ambushed by a blood frenzied vampire. As the vampire drained him of blood, he thought he was done for, but his spark activated before he was fully drained and he was sent into the Blind Eternities
Level: 1
XP: +1 XP
AP: 0 left
Approved by: DakmorQueen and silverthorn2009
The Anabyn
Stay Hungry My Friends....
Race: Goblin
Plane of Origin/Home Plane:Lorawyn/Shadowmoor
Life: 40
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: 3 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Color::symr:
Abilities:[shh secret]
Appearance: A quintessential goblin, he is green, with slightly pointed ears. Since he left the plane of Lorawyn, he has grown tired of his former choice in clothing causing people to assume he's dimwitted so he's taken to dressing himself in more "proper" clothing. He often wears red robe and shirt, boots, and black pants.
Hair: has no hair
Eyes: One black and one green
Height: Surprisingly tall for a goblin at 3'5
Weight: 65 lbs.
Background: He was born among a mass of brothers and sisters in his tribe. While Lorawyn goblins vary greatly, Daxm came out completely average. It was only later in his youth that it would be discovered that he had been born with one of the strangest and rarest mutation of all: Intelligence.
Gifted with intelligence far superior to his other goblin brethren, this however did not make him liked. He was bullied by his brothers and sisters. Eventually he took to magic and the way of the shaman, however his gifts enabled to to surpass the shamans of his tribe in due time. As per boggart custom, no sensation is to be hoarded, however intelligence was not something Daxm could easily share,so he was exiled from his tribe and stripped of his clans name.
However he managed to find his own niche , using his intelligence to steal and swipe what food he needed to survive. Eventually he found other goblins, exiled for one reason or another and they formed a gang, with Daxm as the leader.
The gang was very successful, until the day Daxm, decided to make a daring raid into the home of the prejudiced elves. The heist was success until they tried to make their escape and were caught. As winnowers descended and massacred what he had come to know as his family, his spark activated and he thrown into the Blind Eternities
Since then he has walked through different planes,encountering other versions and variants of his race, though few that shared his intelligence, eventually arriving on Ravnica, and the Infinite Consortium
Level: 1
XP: 0 XP
AP: Current number of Ability Points(AP)
Name: Niv-Mizzet, Mob Boss
Race: Dragon
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: Ravnica
Life: Starts at 40
Mana: Starts at 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: Starts at 2 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Color: UBR
Abilities: Secret
Appearance: Find any picture of Niv-Mizzet on the interwebs, then adda liitle evil.
Hair: N/A
Eyes: Orange
Height: 50'
Weight: 6,000 Lb
Background: Hatched in Ravnica in the days before the guildpact.Was already old when the guildpact was formed and became the leader of the guildpact. When the guildpact broke, my spark ignited and I "dissapeared" when I started planeswalking.
Level: Character Level
XP: 0/0
AP: ???
-Required Information-
Name: Jaralthazar
Race: Drow (DarkElf)/Vampire
Plane of Origin/Home Plane: ??? (Kamigawa/Ravnica)
Life: Starts at 40
Mana: Starts at 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: Starts at 2 Sorcery speed, 1 Instant speed
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Color: Black, (to start)
Abilities: Conjure:3, Destro:2
Appearance: (similar to the avi & sig) Flawless bluish-grey skin, with a faint black aura.
Hair: Platinum
Eyes: Piercing Ice-Blue.
Height: 6'5
Weight: 225lbs
Bio: An Elf born to the outcast tribes of night, Jaralthazar was born centuries ago. Being an elf, he already possessed an extended youth when one fateful night he was chosen by the elder clans to receive the Dark Gift. Having signed the pact with his own blood, he turned... However the gift's effects on his race allow him a slight advantage over the other mortal races. As a Drow, the gift's strengths are amplified, from being able to withstand the light to access to other mystic powers... The already extended life of the elves is also amplified by the Dark Gift, allowing potential access to enhanced healing, and a denial of natural death so long as the Gift is fed. Like any other Vampire, the power of the Gift grows with time.
Level: 1
XP: 0
AP: 0/5
silverthorn, DarkMorQueen, fluffynoob, Raikou Rider, how long has it been?
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Anyways,
Character Sheet
Name: Gram
Race: Archon
Plane of Origin: Serra's Realm
Life: 40
Mana: 10
Poison Count: 0/20
Spells/Turn: 2 SSPD, 1 ISPD
P/T: Starts at 1/1
Color: WWhiteW
Abilities: Unknown
Appearance:
At a glance, Gram appears to be nothing more than a common drifter, although his towering stature could quickly abolish such observation. He wears what appears to be a tattered, hooded dark robe which shrouds his features well. But a sliver of more attention and what is hidden beneath his robe is revealed: a damaged chestplate bearing Cult of Rakdos' insignia. And when curiosity shifts the attention towards his face, light seems unable to reveal more than a moment of his subtle grin.
Hair: Hidden
Eyes: Hidden
Height: 191cm
Weight: 90kg?
Background:
And it was the Spark. Gram could not translate those moments into time measurements of mortals, but he knew, the moment the Spark sparked within him, he had truly transcended mortals, time, and space. Hence, Serra's divinity became somewhat more comprehensible to him.
Still shaking on his limbs, Gram struggled to stand up from the cold floor. His first plane travel put him through a state of limbo for quite some moments. And as he reached for the ledge, he looked and realized, he is within a city greater than any he has ever seen. He didn't know then, that the plane of Ravnica was the first plane the Spark brought him into.
Level: 1
XP: 0
AP: 0
Going to PM you guys as soon as I have finished the background.
By the way, do we need to address gender? And/or sex? Not that it is mandatory, but could add immersion and clear up possible confusions.
In that case,
Gender: Male