Name: Torl Mirkaine
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 139
Appearance: Torl looks as if though he had seen many battles, or has dabbled in areas in which he had no reason, but yet managed to survive. His jet black hair is kept short and his eyes are a piercing blue. The black and blue robes shimmer and change as if though on their own.
Name: Thelas
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 70 in.
Weight: 75 kg
Appearance: You see a tall human wizard of slightly above average height but relatively thin. He wears robes with a design that incorporates numbers and formulas - a closer look reveals that the numbers are measurements for the shapes in the design, a tool favored among scientists who don't want to stop their work to find a ruler - he also carries a staff with similar markings.
Gold: 0
Name: Rythos
Age: Looks to be around 23 years of age
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. Abandoned to the Forests at a young age, he quickly became attuned to the forces called “Mana” and with it was able to survive. For him the rules are simple. It’s kill or be killed in the forests, and Rythos has learned that well. He is the Alpha male in the forests, he is the strongest in the woods, he IS the forest. However, now he finds himself drawn into civilization where the rules are not so simple. Why he is there, no one knows. What he seeks to accomplish, no one can guess. One thing is certain, he needs to figure out what drew him from his forest home, and fast.
His dark hair is long and unkempt, having lived in the forest all his life. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm, and it serves as crude armor. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. Keeping with his philosophy of wasting nothing, he accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his spell satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
Name: Rythos
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
Name: Evan Stone
Race: Ratkin
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 3' 6" bent over, 4' 2" fully raised
Weight: 90 lbs
Appearance: A typical ratkin, Evan weards a black body shawl, has matted black fur, carries a blackened blade that is made just for his size that he hides in the folds of his shawl.
Gold: 19
Level: 1
Exp: 2.5
House: House Shima
Items on person:
Satchel
Dagger: 1/0
House Shima Coin
Name: Soru Waden
Age: 23
Race: Soratami
Gender: Male
Height: 1.93 m
Weight: 75 kg
Appearance:Pale blue skin, with an aura of elegance, Soru has light grey, almost white eyes that stare with an almost constant indifference. He wears a hooded silken garb, which hides his long ears. His satchel is made of the same material as his robe and several gems cling inside. A rather small and light dagger hangs by his side.
Name: Genesius
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120 lb.
Appearance: Genesius has shoulder-length black hair, his bangs occasionally falling over the right side of his face. He has a healthy tan and dark brown eyes that you could see your reflection in. His face is clean-shaven and is usually adorned with a charming smile that's often associated with mischief. A spot of ash always seems to be on his face and his pet hawk is usually found perched on his right shoulder.
Not much can be said about Genesius' modest brown clothing, except that all of it is clearly too big for him. His baggy pants sit at the hip and shuffle when he walks. After being dragged along the ground for so long, the bottoms of his pants have frayed, partially obscuring his sandals. What keeps his pants up is a simple rope belt that is mostly obscured from view by the shirt that falls over it, since it's always untucked. Even his cloak is too large. Not only does it sweep across the ground, but it often ends up getting caught in doors or having its wearer trip over it. However, Genesius does have the option of rolling the cloak up and securing it with a built-in cord. Even though Genesius is an average height, his oversized clothing gives him a smaller, almost comic, appearance.
Will be revealed in due time
House: Hammerheim Sorcerers
Guild: None
Gold On Hand: 50
Level: 1
Total Exp: 0
Exp to next level: 5
Satchel Size/Max: ??/40
Land Cap: 10
Spell Cap: 3 spells/cycle
- Hammerheim Sorcerers' Membership Token (held in coin pouch)
Weapon: Fevvers - Companion, ally, friend. Genesius's pet hawk fulfills each role and more, and does so excellently. His relationship with the bird first started when it was just an egg. Genesius's father received it from a game hunter as payment for repairing some artifacts. His father, being a kind man, accepted it. However, since he had no use for it, he gave it to Genesius as a present. When the egg hatched, Genesius spent spent day and night caring for the bird until she started taking short flights. After that, he petitioned the help of the hunter who provided the egg to help him teach her how to hunt for herself. Eventually, she was ready to leave his care and go off on her own. She never left. (1/0)
Special Abilities:
None
Core Sets: Tenth Edition
Standard Sets: Ravnica: City of Guilds, Guildpact, Dissension, Coldsnap, Time Spiral, Planar Chaos, Future Sight, Magic 2010
Extended Sets: Seventh Edition, Eighth Edition, Ninth Edition, Invasion, Planeshift, Apocalypse, Odyssey, Torment, Judgment, Onslaught, Legions, Scourge, Mirrodin, Darksteel, Fifth Dawn, Champions of Kamigawa, Betrayers of Kamigawa, Saviors of Kamigawa, Lorwyn, Morningtide, Shadowmoor, Eventide
Satchel Size/Max: ??/40
Land Cap: 10
Spell Cap: 3 spells/cycle
Appearance: A scruff looking man with a hood over his face and laughs at a joke no one hears. He wears a cloak of the strangest color and seems to have wet hair. Not thin, not fat, somewhere in between. Tall, he hunches more than most.
Appearance: A heavy-built specimen with grey leathery scales inspects the scene. Large, webbed hands drag along the ground, palms emanating a pale blue glow. An ornate tatoo of the same color is etched into his right arm, marking him as Surrak-Ish, a surrakar capable of speaking to other races.
Gold On Hand: 0
Level: 1
Total Exp: 0
Exp to next level: 5
Satchel Size/Max: ??/40
Land Cap: 10
Spell Cap: 3 spells/cycle
Weapon - Flintclaw Gauntlet (1/0) - A Surrakar's natural strength means they do not rely as heavily on weapons as most races. These gauntlets simply augment their natural abilities, giving their claws a more keen edge to slice with.
For a long time thought to be simply mindless animals, the Surrakar proved to simply shun contact with other races. However, when the Eldrazi began emerging, some of the clan leaders began contacting members of nearby human, elvish, and sometimes even vampire settlements to warn them of the rising threat. Since then, certain members of each clan, the Surrak-Ish, have been learning the language of other races, some to act as ambassadors (they have found it almost impossible to create telepathic links with other races), some simply out of curiosity.
The Surrakar have a sixth sense, which allows them to sense the Aum, or mana-lines. As a result, their spellcasting techniques are rather different to most mages. Instead of incantations and rituals, they are able to intuitively control the flow of mana through these Aum. Many Surrakar who learn magic are blue mana wielders, able to severe mana flows and set Æther traps, although it is not unheard of for them to adopt black mana from their natural swamp habitats, or even green mana.
House: Unaligned for now Level: 1 Lifetime EXP: 0 EXP T.N.L: 0 / 5 Gold: 2 Gold in Savings: 0 Satchel Points: 13/40 Arena Record 0 - wins / 0 - losses / 0 – draws
Core Sets: Tenth Edition
Standard Sets: Ravnica: City of Guilds, Guildpact, Dissension, Coldsnap, Time Spiral, Planar Chaos, Future Sight, Magic 2010
Extended Sets: Seventh Edition, Eighth Edition, Ninth Edition, Invasion, Planeshift, Apocalypse, Odyssey, Torment, Judgment, Onslaught, Legions, Scourge, Mirrodin, Darksteel, Fifth Dawn, Champions of Kamigawa, Betrayers of Kamigawa, Saviors of Kamigawa, Lorwyn, Morningtide, Shadowmoor, Eventide
Aura is a Strikingly beautiful young human woman. In fact she has an unearthly beauty about her. Her hair is blond, her eyes pristine blue. Her skin is as fair as skin can get, while still maintaining a healthy glow about it. She does not have any apparent tattoo's, piercings, or any other blemishes that detract from her beauty.
Aura is a withdrawn individual. Though she realizes she is not the most self sufficient individual. Seeing as how she is not very skilled in the art of wilderness survival, or other similar activities. She is however a gifted Priestess of her Goddess and is willing to share what gifts the Goddess has to offer people. Though she will rarely evangelize to people unless they ask her to share her beliefs with them.
None as of yet
Aura wears simple white robes, along with a small silver dagger at her side, and a simple pouch where in she keeps her spell gems. For all intents and purposes she appears to be exceedingly humble in dress and appearance save for her own physical beauty.
Name: Kam Rethar
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 240
Weapon: 1/0 Scythe (blade retractable, can be used as a walking stick)
Appearance: Muscular Build from years of farming, Tan, Fair Skin, Black hair kept short and in a well-controlled spikey mess. Eyes are a brilliant green, almost emerald, with a strong intelligence and kindness behind them. Wears a simple white body tunic with fur boots hidden by an almost full-length white cloak that bunches at the neck, obscuring the mouth, or can be pulled over his head as a hood.
Level: 1
Total Exp: 0
Exp to next level: 5
Gold: 50g
Items: House of Benalia Paladins Coin
Satchel Size/Max: ??/40
Land Cap: 10
Spell Cap: 3 spells/cycle
House: Hammerheim Sorcerers Level: 2 Lifetime EXP: 6.5 EXP to Level 3: 0.5 / 5 Gold: 5 Gold in Savings: 0 Satchel Points: 14.5/40 Equipment: 1/0 weapon - a carved wooden staff crowned by a ring of flames through which she channels her magic. Land Cap: 10 / Spells Per Turn Cap: 4 Arena Record: 0 - wins / 0 - losses / 0 – draws
Standard Sets: Ravnica: City of Guilds, Guildpact, Dissension, Coldsnap, Time Spiral, Planar Chaos, Future Sight, Lorwyn, Magic 2010, Magic 2011
Extended Sets: Seventh Edition, Eighth Edition, Ninth Edition, Invasion, Planeshift, Apocalypse, Odyssey, Torment, Judgment, Onslaught, Legions, Scourge, Mirrodin, Darksteel, Fifth Dawn, Champions of Kamigawa, Betrayers of Kamigawa, Saviors of Kamigawa, Morningtide, Shadowmoor, Eventide, Shards of Alara, Conflux, Alara Reborn, Zendikar, Worldwake, Rise of the Eldrazi, Scars of Mirrodin, Mirrodin Besieged, New Phyrexia
Appearance: Zalara has brown skin and dark eyes. Her black hair is twisted into a bun that vaguely resembles a fireball, and she bears the same tattoo on her right cheek. She wears a simple, form-fitting red robe and is otherwise unadorned.
Brief Bio: Zalara grew up in a village in the wooded foothills where personal freedom, loyalty to family, and honor were held in highest regard. As a child, she was often sickly and unable to run and play with the other children. Both her parents were often busy, her father a mason and her mother a large voice on the village council; the imaginary friends she conjured were often her only companions. One day when she was ten years old, she began to babble about spirits in her feverish throes. Though her parents dismissed it as nothing, it drew the attention of the elder shaman, who began to tutor Zalara in magic. When she was eighteen, she finished her training and received the rites of adulthood, including a personalized staff indicating her chosen path. She used her skills to aid the village for six years before leaving for further training in Estark.
Personality: Zalara is a direct and headstrong woman who believes it the right of everyone to speak for him or herself. Though she observes courtesy, she has no patience for subtlety, preferring to let instincts guide her to a swift decision. The bonds she has forged with elementals have also given her a great respect for the natural world and its often dangerous forces.
Name: Ma'yot Age: Looks around 23 Gender: Male Race: Human Height: 5’ 11” Weight: 155
Appearance: Ma'yot is of average height with a muscular build and aristocratic features. He is always wearing clothes of the highest quality and holds himself in the highest opinion. His fingers have numerous rings of high value, one of which appears to be a large signet ring except the signet has been all but burnished off and to the untrained eye it is but a wide, flat, gold ring. He usually reacts with anything between boredom and disdain toward anyone below his station...unless they have something to offer him, in which case he can be extremely charming.
Name: Joey Age: Early 20’s (21~24) Gender: Male Height: 182cm Weight: 73kg Appearance: Tall and thin, with short black hair and purple eyes.
Wears a large dark overcoat over travel pants and boots. Carries a small rucksack with no obvious weapons.
Level: 1 Experience:
Next Level: 5
Total: 0 Gold
On Hand: 50
Total: 50
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a new face approach the check point. You take in his tall slender build, short black hair and his unblemished face. “Hmm, a fresh faced young adventurer, lured here by the possibility of wealth.” You think to yourself, “He won’t last very long.”
He moves back from the check point, into the shade of a large tree nearby, waiting his turn.
As he steps into the shadows, he seems to disappear for a moment. You almost rub your eyes in disbelief. It was just a trick of the light, his dark overcoat breaking up the light, and his slow movements in time with the swaying shadow of the tree causes you to lose track of him.
He stops and leans casually against the trunk of the tree. Opening his small rucksack, he pulls out a pear and takes a large bite out of it.Watching him eat, you take note of his worn travelling boots, and large overcoat.
He finishes his pear and unfastens his coat to enjoy the welcome cool of the light afternoon breeze.
As his coat comes undone, you see the multitude of pockets lining the inside of the cloak, along with the hilt of a concealed weapon.
“Maybe he’s not so inexperienced after all…” you quietly muse.
“Joey!” A voice calls out. Joey looks up at the sound of his name.
“Joey… That must be his name” you think, your curiosity in this newcomer growing.
He rouses himself from his comfortable position and picks up his rucksack, heading towards the check point.
As Joey walks past you and steps out of the shade, the sunlight hits his face and you realise that his eyes, which were formerly dark, are a striking deep purple in colour.
Watching him walk up to the check point, you feel his quiet confidence as he converses with the guard attending him. You get the feeling that there is more to him than meets the eye. “Interesting kid...” You quietly laugh, wondering if you would ever see him again.
Name: Damien
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 270lbs.
Race: Human
Appearance: Damien wears a long jet black trench coat, leather gloves, combat boots, black pants and rarely wears a shirt. He appears as a very tall and fit glamorous Male with short, spiked brown hair and has piercing dark green eyes
Appearance: Storyl looks mostly like a human with the exception of his cyan blue skin. He has short black hair and purple eyes. He is very withdrawn and doesn't initiate many converstations unless it helps him on his goal. He is currently wearing a royal blue robe with gold Embroidery, and leather boots.
Backstory: Storyl is a Simic Experiment who was created as an experiment to see whether the vedalken would gain anything by intermixing with humans. After he was "born", and researched for 5 years, he was deemed a failure and given to Cornellia Ravenbolt. She continued to care for him as she was working as a Simic understudy. He possesses an extraoridnary memory, but feels more compassion then the vedalken, which was deemed un-necessary.
Name: Atticus Highwind Age: 18 Gender: Male Height: 5' 8'' Weight: 145 lbs Race: Human Appearance:
Light skin tone with brownish-blonde formal medium wavy hair and long sideburns that cut off right above his jawbone and a dark brown soul patch with aftershave surroundings. Noticeably bushy eyebrows and long eyelashes.
Small metal shoulder pads and a long brown trench coat over brown leather armor with blueish-white steel markings and baggy tan cotton pants. Over his leather boots are stylistic lightning greaves. On his hands are brown leather gloves with four metal bolts forming a square over his hands. A grappling hook swings at his side.
Personality:
Atticus Highwind is a witty and intelligent adventurer. He likes to make punny jokes and has a very sarcastic and hyper personality. His wild antics can even be seen in his battles, doing anything from running around his enemies with his superhuman agility and speed, or his unique, unorthodox way of fighting. He takes pride in cheep shots and winning, but he is a true hero in times of trouble, sacrificing his own life for that of other's. Although he can be insane in other's eyes, he is actually a great scholar and can predict his enemy's movements by watching them for a few seconds. He is a great tactician but doesn't like to fight in groups and is more of a solo or duo person because he loves to take the spotlight off of everyone and on himself. He is very weak in terms of strength and can take massive blows from larger enemies. He has trained his body to endure great feats such as getting stabbed or surviving in bad weather, but he's never been able to hold his breath for a long time underwater and can't swim.
Name: David Elwes
Age: 21
Height: 5'9"
Race: Human
Appearance: A black cloack covers up tattered clothing that consists of a white tunic and brown pants with a few brown patches sown around the kneecaps. Brown hair, Hazel eyes.
Name: Thrask
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 700lbs.
Race: Minotaur
Appearance: Thrask has the fur color of rust. He has his hair braided and laid along his shoulders, they reach the lower half of his back. His horns are a black with a milky white tip. His horns sprout from his head, and then travel down-word towards his jaw extending a few inches past his maw.. They look more like tusks than they do horns.. Thrask's left horn looks as if it has been broken a while back, as it ends in a splintered top, missing the milky white tip. It also falls short of the other horn by about 4in. Thrask wears a faded leather harness that holds a strap for his small hand-axe upon his chest. Upon Thrask's right shoulder, he bears the skull of what seems to be a great wolf. He dons a kilt of sorts made from chain mail to cover his lower half. He bears a cape of a bright red color with a hood. He wears the hood of his cape when traveling, He always lowers it when being spoken too, or speaking to another being. It is a sign of respect for him. Thrask has mixed colored eyes, his left is green, while his right is gray. He bears a scar upon his right side of his face, it starts just above the eye, and extends to the lower section of his jaw.
Name: Alexis Duponte, aka Alexis the Razorstorm
Age: 25
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 117
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Though Alexis herself is reluctant to speak of her own past, many clues to it can be gained by simply looking at her. Pale blond hair that hold the promise of glorious, flowing length is crudely hacked short into a style more function than form. A long, thick, puckered scar mars her otherwise delicate features from forehead to cheekbone, the better part of it hidden beneath a black patch that covers her left eye. Though shorter than average, she holds herself as one who is used to being in command. She is slender in the same way acrobats and tumblers are: more wiry muscle than simply lack of fat. Many calluses and fine white scars along her hands speak to her combat experience. Seldom is she seen outside of an outfit of worn leather armor. Clasped around her shoulders is a stained, torn, yet somehow regal white cloak. At her left hit, an ornate scabbard sits comfortably, decorated with a fine, silver filigree and studded with settings for spell gems. The handle of a fine looking longsword emerges from it. Only when drawn can it be seen that the blade itself has broken, leaving only half of its jagged length. On her other hip hangs a loose leather bag used for carrying other assorted goods.
Name: Bryxx Vhallon
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight:175
Appearance: A well built man wearing padded white clothing, which includes a big enough hood to hide his face. His hair is normal blond, long enough to touch his shoulders. He carries an iron branded dagger, which he uses when all else fails. On his right shoulder area he has a tattoo of a griffin in a yellow sun.
Name: Flame-Tongue, Wind Rider of Jamuraa
Race: Viashino
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Height: 143cm
Weight: 66kg
Appearance: Posessed of a lithe build, this viashino's wirey muscles can be seen to ripple beneath his hide of fine scales ranging from sandy beige to mossy brown as he moves. His eyes are hidden beneath ruddy-lensed goggles strapped tightly to his reptilian head by two bands of worn, coarse leather. His attire is minimal, more a utilitarian system of straps and belts holding his possessions than clothing.
Ennu walks witha spark of hope in his eyes "maybe this is is the place where I can start again"
When he gets to the door takes his papers and, without say a word, show them to the guard
Name: Ennu Dhrumcire
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6', 4"
Weight: 220 lbs
Appearance: Ennu is a tall, light brown, green eyes and curly black hair and generally has a pleasing and somewhat attractive, has a personality somewhat aloof, but once you feel confident is playful and uninhibited
Name: Olid Turgun
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 11.5"
Weight: 140 lbs
Appearance: Shrouded. Wears a black robe, over a dark gray robe, and if you are really luck and the wind blows his robes just right, you can see his dark navy breaches and tunic. Straps of cloth run from the corners of his hoods across his face, covering his nose, shadowing his eyes, and keeping the hoods in place at all times. A short, but thick curly black beard, and a similar mustache, obscure his lower face. His hands are covered with loose black gloves secured with cloth straps, making it look like his fingers are broken and dangling at the ends. The gloves extend all the way up his arms. He has large black boots made more to obscure his feet and legs than to walk around all day.
His body is slight, and tall, but not thin. He would look agile, except those robes look like they restrict his movement something awful. His face, when visible, is gaunt and sunken, but not in a hunger-sort-of-fashion. His breath smells like a school of fish beached themselves and rotted on the shore for weeks. His eyes, when you get to look at them, are bloodshot, with pure black pupils.
Race: Not human. Kept secret. Only one other knows, and he's the reason Olid is a - Shhhh!
Description: Tall even among his brethren, Hróðvitnir isn't hard to notice from afar. Under his hand made green cloth cloak, the same emerald shade of his eyes, he sports a long coat of charcoal fur except for two rune shaped silver spots on his chest and back that cover matching brands. Although naturally he would wear only his cloak, now that he is in polite society, he has begun to sport pants made of wrapped green cloth around his legs, he has to admit pants are pretty comfortable.
House: Shanodia
Gold: 0
Exp: 0
Level: 1
Weapon: 1/0 Natural Weaponry
Current Quest: [???] Into the World of Flesh and Spirit
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 139
Appearance: Torl looks as if though he had seen many battles, or has dabbled in areas in which he had no reason, but yet managed to survive. His jet black hair is kept short and his eyes are a piercing blue. The black and blue robes shimmer and change as if though on their own.
Weapon: 1/0 Whip
Gold: 0
Level: 1
EXP: 0
House: Shimia Warlocks
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 70 in.
Weight: 75 kg
Appearance: You see a tall human wizard of slightly above average height but relatively thin. He wears robes with a design that incorporates numbers and formulas - a closer look reveals that the numbers are measurements for the shapes in the design, a tool favored among scientists who don't want to stop their work to find a ruler - he also carries a staff with similar markings.
Gold: 0
Age: Looks to be around 23 years of age
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. Abandoned to the Forests at a young age, he quickly became attuned to the forces called “Mana” and with it was able to survive. For him the rules are simple. It’s kill or be killed in the forests, and Rythos has learned that well. He is the Alpha male in the forests, he is the strongest in the woods, he IS the forest. However, now he finds himself drawn into civilization where the rules are not so simple. Why he is there, no one knows. What he seeks to accomplish, no one can guess. One thing is certain, he needs to figure out what drew him from his forest home, and fast.
His dark hair is long and unkempt, having lived in the forest all his life. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm, and it serves as crude armor. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. Keeping with his philosophy of wasting nothing, he accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his spell satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
LVL: 1
EXP: 0
Gold: 0
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 342 lbs
Appearance: Rythos has muscles in places most people don’t even have places. His dark hair is long and unkempt. His deep blue eyes seem to hold secrets few can fathom. He wears crude clothes made of the skin of a Craw Wurm. He also carries a crude dagger made from the bone of the same Wurm. He accented his armor with other bits of the bone, and his satchel is made from the stomach of the great beast.
LVL: 1
EXP: 0
GLD: 0
Race: Ratkin
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 3' 6" bent over, 4' 2" fully raised
Weight: 90 lbs
Appearance: A typical ratkin, Evan weards a black body shawl, has matted black fur, carries a blackened blade that is made just for his size that he hides in the folds of his shawl.
Gold: 19
Level: 1
Exp: 2.5
House: House Shima
Items on person:
Satchel
Dagger: 1/0
House Shima Coin
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Quinne, PW
Age: 23
Race: Soratami
Gender: Male
Height: 1.93 m
Weight: 75 kg
Appearance:Pale blue skin, with an aura of elegance, Soru has light grey, almost white eyes that stare with an almost constant indifference. He wears a hooded silken garb, which hides his long ears. His satchel is made of the same material as his robe and several gems cling inside. A rather small and light dagger hangs by his side.
Gold: 30
Level: 1
Exp: 2.5
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120 lb.
Appearance: Genesius has shoulder-length black hair, his bangs occasionally falling over the right side of his face. He has a healthy tan and dark brown eyes that you could see your reflection in. His face is clean-shaven and is usually adorned with a charming smile that's often associated with mischief. A spot of ash always seems to be on his face and his pet hawk is usually found perched on his right shoulder.
Not much can be said about Genesius' modest brown clothing, except that all of it is clearly too big for him. His baggy pants sit at the hip and shuffle when he walks. After being dragged along the ground for so long, the bottoms of his pants have frayed, partially obscuring his sandals. What keeps his pants up is a simple rope belt that is mostly obscured from view by the shirt that falls over it, since it's always untucked. Even his cloak is too large. Not only does it sweep across the ground, but it often ends up getting caught in doors or having its wearer trip over it. However, Genesius does have the option of rolling the cloak up and securing it with a built-in cord. Even though Genesius is an average height, his oversized clothing gives him a smaller, almost comic, appearance.
House: Hammerheim Sorcerers
Guild: None
Gold On Hand: 50
Level: 1
Total Exp: 0
Exp to next level: 5
Satchel Size/Max: ??/40
Land Cap: 10
Spell Cap: 3 spells/cycle
- Hammerheim Sorcerers' Membership Token (held in coin pouch)
Special Abilities:
None
Core Sets: Tenth Edition
Standard Sets: Ravnica: City of Guilds, Guildpact, Dissension, Coldsnap, Time Spiral, Planar Chaos, Future Sight, Magic 2010
Extended Sets: Seventh Edition, Eighth Edition, Ninth Edition, Invasion, Planeshift, Apocalypse, Odyssey, Torment, Judgment, Onslaught, Legions, Scourge, Mirrodin, Darksteel, Fifth Dawn, Champions of Kamigawa, Betrayers of Kamigawa, Saviors of Kamigawa, Lorwyn, Morningtide, Shadowmoor, Eventide
Current Quest:
[Bounty] Timeless Germ
Prior Quests:
None
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Age:27
Gender:Male
Height:6' 2"
Weight:160
Gold: 50
Level:1
Appearance: Wearing Dark hooded cloak. All you can see is his cold dark eyes.
Weapon: Long wooden staff with an orb of onyx attached to the top. (1/0)
current quest:
Terisiare
old quest:
none
- Ghandi
Thanks piet for the avatar
Age: 36
Race: Human
Height: 6’ 7”
Weight: 200
House: None
Guild: None
Gold On Hand: 50
Level: 1
Total Exp: 0
Exp to next level: 5
Satchel Size/Max: ??/40
Land Cap: 10
Spell Cap: 3 spells/cycle
Appearance: A scruff looking man with a hood over his face and laughs at a joke no one hears. He wears a cloak of the strangest color and seems to have wet hair. Not thin, not fat, somewhere in between. Tall, he hunches more than most.
Satchel:
2x Traumatize
1x Telepathy
Race: Surrakar
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 350 lb
Appearance: A heavy-built specimen with grey leathery scales inspects the scene. Large, webbed hands drag along the ground, palms emanating a pale blue glow. An ornate tatoo of the same color is etched into his right arm, marking him as Surrak-Ish, a surrakar capable of speaking to other races.
Gold On Hand: 0
Level: 1
Total Exp: 0
Exp to next level: 5
Satchel Size/Max: ??/40
Land Cap: 10
Spell Cap: 3 spells/cycle
Weapon - Flintclaw Gauntlet (1/0) - A Surrakar's natural strength means they do not rely as heavily on weapons as most races. These gauntlets simply augment their natural abilities, giving their claws a more keen edge to slice with.
Gold - 50
Experience//Level - 0 // 1
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About the Surrakar:
For a long time thought to be simply mindless animals, the Surrakar proved to simply shun contact with other races. However, when the Eldrazi began emerging, some of the clan leaders began contacting members of nearby human, elvish, and sometimes even vampire settlements to warn them of the rising threat. Since then, certain members of each clan, the Surrak-Ish, have been learning the language of other races, some to act as ambassadors (they have found it almost impossible to create telepathic links with other races), some simply out of curiosity.
The Surrakar have a sixth sense, which allows them to sense the Aum, or mana-lines. As a result, their spellcasting techniques are rather different to most mages. Instead of incantations and rituals, they are able to intuitively control the flow of mana through these Aum. Many Surrakar who learn magic are blue mana wielders, able to severe mana flows and set Æther traps, although it is not unheard of for them to adopt black mana from their natural swamp habitats, or even green mana.
More to come...
[Clan Flamingo] Tier Archivist
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Untrophied Wins:
Perfect MCC Scores: 2
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Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: unknown
Height: 4 foot 11 inches
Weight: 103 pounds
House: Unaligned for now
Level: 1
Lifetime EXP: 0
EXP T.N.L: 0 / 5
Gold: 2
Gold in Savings: 0
Satchel Points: 13/40
Arena Record 0 - wins / 0 - losses / 0 – draws
Core Sets: Tenth Edition
Standard Sets: Ravnica: City of Guilds, Guildpact, Dissension, Coldsnap, Time Spiral, Planar Chaos, Future Sight, Magic 2010
Extended Sets: Seventh Edition, Eighth Edition, Ninth Edition, Invasion, Planeshift, Apocalypse, Odyssey, Torment, Judgment, Onslaught, Legions, Scourge, Mirrodin, Darksteel, Fifth Dawn, Champions of Kamigawa, Betrayers of Kamigawa, Saviors of Kamigawa, Lorwyn, Morningtide, Shadowmoor, Eventide
Spells Per Turn Cap: 3
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 240
Weapon: 1/0 Scythe (blade retractable, can be used as a walking stick)
Appearance: Muscular Build from years of farming, Tan, Fair Skin, Black hair kept short and in a well-controlled spikey mess. Eyes are a brilliant green, almost emerald, with a strong intelligence and kindness behind them. Wears a simple white body tunic with fur boots hidden by an almost full-length white cloak that bunches at the neck, obscuring the mouth, or can be pulled over his head as a hood.
Level: 1
Total Exp: 0
Exp to next level: 5
Gold: 50g
Items: House of Benalia Paladins Coin
Satchel Size/Max: ??/40
Land Cap: 10
Spell Cap: 3 spells/cycle
Standard
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:symw::symu: Venser Control :symu::symw:
EDH
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Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lb
House: Hammerheim Sorcerers
Level: 2
Lifetime EXP: 6.5
EXP to Level 3: 0.5 / 5
Gold: 5
Gold in Savings: 0
Satchel Points: 14.5/40
Equipment: 1/0 weapon - a carved wooden staff crowned by a ring of flames through which she channels her magic.
Land Cap: 10 / Spells Per Turn Cap: 4
Arena Record: 0 - wins / 0 - losses / 0 – draws
Past Quests:
[Estark] The Rubble of House Shimia
[Bounty] The Foolish Pupil.
[Bounty] Rogue Element.
Standard Sets: Ravnica: City of Guilds, Guildpact, Dissension, Coldsnap, Time Spiral, Planar Chaos, Future Sight, Lorwyn, Magic 2010, Magic 2011
Extended Sets: Seventh Edition, Eighth Edition, Ninth Edition, Invasion, Planeshift, Apocalypse, Odyssey, Torment, Judgment, Onslaught, Legions, Scourge, Mirrodin, Darksteel, Fifth Dawn, Champions of Kamigawa, Betrayers of Kamigawa, Saviors of Kamigawa, Morningtide, Shadowmoor, Eventide, Shards of Alara, Conflux, Alara Reborn, Zendikar, Worldwake, Rise of the Eldrazi, Scars of Mirrodin, Mirrodin Besieged, New Phyrexia
Brief Bio: Zalara grew up in a village in the wooded foothills where personal freedom, loyalty to family, and honor were held in highest regard. As a child, she was often sickly and unable to run and play with the other children. Both her parents were often busy, her father a mason and her mother a large voice on the village council; the imaginary friends she conjured were often her only companions. One day when she was ten years old, she began to babble about spirits in her feverish throes. Though her parents dismissed it as nothing, it drew the attention of the elder shaman, who began to tutor Zalara in magic. When she was eighteen, she finished her training and received the rites of adulthood, including a personalized staff indicating her chosen path. She used her skills to aid the village for six years before leaving for further training in Estark.
Personality: Zalara is a direct and headstrong woman who believes it the right of everyone to speak for him or herself. Though she observes courtesy, she has no patience for subtlety, preferring to let instincts guide her to a swift decision. The bonds she has forged with elementals have also given her a great respect for the natural world and its often dangerous forces.
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Name: Ma'yot
Age: Looks around 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 155
Appearance: Ma'yot is of average height with a muscular build and aristocratic features. He is always wearing clothes of the highest quality and holds himself in the highest opinion. His fingers have numerous rings of high value, one of which appears to be a large signet ring except the signet has been all but burnished off and to the untrained eye it is but a wide, flat, gold ring. He usually reacts with anything between boredom and disdain toward anyone below his station...unless they have something to offer him, in which case he can be extremely charming.
According to this study I should be deaf by now.
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It shouldn't be "dies"
It shouldn't be "is put into the graveyard from the battlefield"
It should be "is put into the graveyard from play"
Age: Early 20’s (21~24)
Gender: Male
Height: 182cm
Weight: 73kg
Appearance: Tall and thin, with short black hair and purple eyes.
Wears a large dark overcoat over travel pants and boots. Carries a small rucksack with no obvious weapons.
Level: 1
Experience:
Next Level: 5
Total: 0
Gold
On Hand: 50
Total: 50
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a new face approach the check point. You take in his tall slender build, short black hair and his unblemished face. “Hmm, a fresh faced young adventurer, lured here by the possibility of wealth.” You think to yourself, “He won’t last very long.”
He moves back from the check point, into the shade of a large tree nearby, waiting his turn.
As he steps into the shadows, he seems to disappear for a moment. You almost rub your eyes in disbelief. It was just a trick of the light, his dark overcoat breaking up the light, and his slow movements in time with the swaying shadow of the tree causes you to lose track of him.
He stops and leans casually against the trunk of the tree. Opening his small rucksack, he pulls out a pear and takes a large bite out of it.Watching him eat, you take note of his worn travelling boots, and large overcoat.
He finishes his pear and unfastens his coat to enjoy the welcome cool of the light afternoon breeze.
As his coat comes undone, you see the multitude of pockets lining the inside of the cloak, along with the hilt of a concealed weapon.
“Maybe he’s not so inexperienced after all…” you quietly muse.
“Joey!” A voice calls out. Joey looks up at the sound of his name.
“Joey… That must be his name” you think, your curiosity in this newcomer growing.
He rouses himself from his comfortable position and picks up his rucksack, heading towards the check point.
As Joey walks past you and steps out of the shade, the sunlight hits his face and you realise that his eyes, which were formerly dark, are a striking deep purple in colour.
Watching him walk up to the check point, you feel his quiet confidence as he converses with the guard attending him. You get the feeling that there is more to him than meets the eye. “Interesting kid...” You quietly laugh, wondering if you would ever see him again.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 270lbs.
Race: Human
Appearance: Damien wears a long jet black trench coat, leather gloves, combat boots, black pants and rarely wears a shirt. He appears as a very tall and fit glamorous Male with short, spiked brown hair and has piercing dark green eyes
Level: 1
XP: 0
To next level: 5
Gold:
Total: 50
On Hand: 50
Legacy/Vintage: Sneak Attack!, Reanimator, SuiBlack, Painter's Grindstone
Standard:Mono-Black midrange, BW Vamp-Blade
Extended: Mono-Black Vampires, Faeries
EDH: Jhoira, Glissa (In progress), Kaervec the Merciless.
Liliana Vess Collection count: 91 and 8 Liliana of the Veil
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Race: Human/Vedalken hybrid
Appearance: Storyl looks mostly like a human with the exception of his cyan blue skin. He has short black hair and purple eyes. He is very withdrawn and doesn't initiate many converstations unless it helps him on his goal. He is currently wearing a royal blue robe with gold Embroidery, and leather boots.
Backstory: Storyl is a Simic Experiment who was created as an experiment to see whether the vedalken would gain anything by intermixing with humans. After he was "born", and researched for 5 years, he was deemed a failure and given to Cornellia Ravenbolt. She continued to care for him as she was working as a Simic understudy. He possesses an extraoridnary memory, but feels more compassion then the vedalken, which was deemed un-necessary.
Gold: 0
Experience: 0
Current record (0/1/0)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 145 lbs
Race: Human
Appearance:
Light skin tone with brownish-blonde formal medium wavy hair and long sideburns that cut off right above his jawbone and a dark brown soul patch with aftershave surroundings. Noticeably bushy eyebrows and long eyelashes.
Small metal shoulder pads and a long brown trench coat over brown leather armor with blueish-white steel markings and baggy tan cotton pants. Over his leather boots are stylistic lightning greaves. On his hands are brown leather gloves with four metal bolts forming a square over his hands. A grappling hook swings at his side.
Personality:
Atticus Highwind is a witty and intelligent adventurer. He likes to make punny jokes and has a very sarcastic and hyper personality. His wild antics can even be seen in his battles, doing anything from running around his enemies with his superhuman agility and speed, or his unique, unorthodox way of fighting. He takes pride in cheep shots and winning, but he is a true hero in times of trouble, sacrificing his own life for that of other's. Although he can be insane in other's eyes, he is actually a great scholar and can predict his enemy's movements by watching them for a few seconds. He is a great tactician but doesn't like to fight in groups and is more of a solo or duo person because he loves to take the spotlight off of everyone and on himself. He is very weak in terms of strength and can take massive blows from larger enemies. He has trained his body to endure great feats such as getting stabbed or surviving in bad weather, but he's never been able to hold his breath for a long time underwater and can't swim.
House: Unaligned
Level: 1
EXP TNL: 0/5
Lifetime EXP: 0
Gold: 50
Weapon: Gladius (1/0)
Satchel Points: ?/40
Arena Record: 0 wins / 0 loses / 0 draws
Age: 21
Height: 5'9"
Race: Human
Appearance: A black cloack covers up tattered clothing that consists of a white tunic and brown pants with a few brown patches sown around the kneecaps. Brown hair, Hazel eyes.
Level: 1
House: Unaligned
Experience: 0
Experience to level 2: 0/5
Lifetime Experience: 0
Gold: 50
Weapon: dagger (1/0)
Satchel Points: 16/40
Arena Record: 0/0/0
There was once [The Pack], but no more.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 700lbs.
Race: Minotaur
Appearance: Thrask has the fur color of rust. He has his hair braided and laid along his shoulders, they reach the lower half of his back. His horns are a black with a milky white tip. His horns sprout from his head, and then travel down-word towards his jaw extending a few inches past his maw.. They look more like tusks than they do horns.. Thrask's left horn looks as if it has been broken a while back, as it ends in a splintered top, missing the milky white tip. It also falls short of the other horn by about 4in. Thrask wears a faded leather harness that holds a strap for his small hand-axe upon his chest. Upon Thrask's right shoulder, he bears the skull of what seems to be a great wolf. He dons a kilt of sorts made from chain mail to cover his lower half. He bears a cape of a bright red color with a hood. He wears the hood of his cape when traveling, He always lowers it when being spoken too, or speaking to another being. It is a sign of respect for him. Thrask has mixed colored eyes, his left is green, while his right is gray. He bears a scar upon his right side of his face, it starts just above the eye, and extends to the lower section of his jaw.
House:Hammerheim Sorcerers
Guild: None
Gold:50
Level:1
Exp: None
Satchel: 6/40
Weapon: 1/0
Softland cap: 10
Spells per turn: 3
Current Deck-B/U Control
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Ding Dong! The Jace is dead. Which old Walker? The Mind Sculptor!
Shouts out to Argetlam from Hakai Studios for the sig.
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Age: 25
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 117
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Though Alexis herself is reluctant to speak of her own past, many clues to it can be gained by simply looking at her. Pale blond hair that hold the promise of glorious, flowing length is crudely hacked short into a style more function than form. A long, thick, puckered scar mars her otherwise delicate features from forehead to cheekbone, the better part of it hidden beneath a black patch that covers her left eye. Though shorter than average, she holds herself as one who is used to being in command. She is slender in the same way acrobats and tumblers are: more wiry muscle than simply lack of fat. Many calluses and fine white scars along her hands speak to her combat experience. Seldom is she seen outside of an outfit of worn leather armor. Clasped around her shoulders is a stained, torn, yet somehow regal white cloak. At her left hit, an ornate scabbard sits comfortably, decorated with a fine, silver filigree and studded with settings for spell gems. The handle of a fine looking longsword emerges from it. Only when drawn can it be seen that the blade itself has broken, leaving only half of its jagged length. On her other hip hangs a loose leather bag used for carrying other assorted goods.
House: None
Guild: None
Gold: 50
Level: 1
Exp: None
Satchel: 11/40
Weapon: 1/0 - Broken Longsword
Soft land cap: 10
Spells per turn: 3
Expansions moved: None
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight:175
Appearance: A well built man wearing padded white clothing, which includes a big enough hood to hide his face. His hair is normal blond, long enough to touch his shoulders. He carries an iron branded dagger, which he uses when all else fails. On his right shoulder area he has a tattoo of a griffin in a yellow sun.
House:None
Guild:None
Gold:30
Level:1
Exp:None
Weapon: 1/0 dagger
Race: Viashino
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Height: 143cm
Weight: 66kg
Appearance: Posessed of a lithe build, this viashino's wirey muscles can be seen to ripple beneath his hide of fine scales ranging from sandy beige to mossy brown as he moves. His eyes are hidden beneath ruddy-lensed goggles strapped tightly to his reptilian head by two bands of worn, coarse leather. His attire is minimal, more a utilitarian system of straps and belts holding his possessions than clothing.
House: Hammerhiem
Guild: n/a
Gold:0
Level:1
Soft land cap:10
Exp:3.5
Weapon: 1/0 quarterstaff
When he gets to the door takes his papers and, without say a word, show them to the guard
Name: Ennu Dhrumcire
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6', 4"
Weight: 220 lbs
Appearance: Ennu is a tall, light brown, green eyes and curly black hair and generally has a pleasing and somewhat attractive, has a personality somewhat aloof, but once you feel confident is playful and uninhibited
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 11.5"
Weight: 140 lbs
Appearance: Shrouded. Wears a black robe, over a dark gray robe, and if you are really luck and the wind blows his robes just right, you can see his dark navy breaches and tunic. Straps of cloth run from the corners of his hoods across his face, covering his nose, shadowing his eyes, and keeping the hoods in place at all times. A short, but thick curly black beard, and a similar mustache, obscure his lower face. His hands are covered with loose black gloves secured with cloth straps, making it look like his fingers are broken and dangling at the ends. The gloves extend all the way up his arms. He has large black boots made more to obscure his feet and legs than to walk around all day.
His body is slight, and tall, but not thin. He would look agile, except those robes look like they restrict his movement something awful. His face, when visible, is gaunt and sunken, but not in a hunger-sort-of-fashion. His breath smells like a school of fish beached themselves and rotted on the shore for weeks. His eyes, when you get to look at them, are bloodshot, with pure black pupils.
Race: Not human. Kept secret. Only one other knows, and he's the reason Olid is a - Shhhh!
Gold: 50
Exp: 0
Level: 1? 0?
Current Quest: ________
Previous Quests: N/A
Ashamed of posts from years ago.
Age: 20
Race: Wolfir
Sex: Male
Height: 7'7"
Weight: 657 lbs.
Description: Tall even among his brethren, Hróðvitnir isn't hard to notice from afar. Under his hand made green cloth cloak, the same emerald shade of his eyes, he sports a long coat of charcoal fur except for two rune shaped silver spots on his chest and back that cover matching brands. Although naturally he would wear only his cloak, now that he is in polite society, he has begun to sport pants made of wrapped green cloth around his legs, he has to admit pants are pretty comfortable.
House: Shanodia
Gold: 0
Exp: 0
Level: 1
Weapon: 1/0 Natural Weaponry
Current Quest: [???] Into the World of Flesh and Spirit
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