On each road leading into Estark is a Mage registration check point. Each one is a small outpost a half a mile away from the city. You are given 50 gold for use in stores and betting on tournament matches.
The current rules can be found here . Be sure to read the "Starting Characters" section.
Name: Falnir Silvermane Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Leonin Height: 6’ 5” Weight: 240 Appearance: A tall well built Leonin with a silver colored mane. Arms are formidable in size challenging the size of some tree trunks. Wears a set of white leather armor that covers most of his chest and parts of his legs. Right arm is set in thicker metal plating that covers both his forearm and shoulder. His satchel is a plain looking leather bag that sits off under one of his arms. His dagger is a long silver blade that Falnir ties into his mane to keep it back.
A slenderly built man walks up to the checkpoint clad in a robe with a bluish hue. There are streaks of white around the sleeves, his robe extending down past his knees. A hood is cast just over his eyes, a white rope belt strapped around his waist. Snug within is a satchel, almost like a pocket that extends from his robes.
As he walks up closer to the outpost, he lifts his hood from over his head, revealing a head of short, brown hair, and a white headband around his head. With a quick smile, he reaches into his satchel, and displays a scroll with the following contents:
Name: Arguas Kinneley
Height: 5' 11" (1.7 meters)
Weight: 160 lbs (72.7 kg)
Appearance: Tall and slender, a noticeably kind face with a charismatic aura. Hair is short and well kept. Skin is light, deep blue eyes, with a robe of a matching color. Blade is sheathed and concealed under the right arm sleeve, a rope keeps the blade within its sheath, but a quick pull will loosen it at a moment's notice. Deep blue eyes are often concealed under a white hood. When cowed, he has an air of mystery, when proud, he appears quite the opposite. Lowest rims of hood are loosely woven, so he can see outwards while others cannot see inward.
House: Benalia Paladins
After the papers are looked over, Arguas smiles and bows graciously, and continues on his way towards the city, concealing his eyes to those who would threaten him.
A shy girl walks up to the outpost, her body masked by a brown traveler's cloak. upon arriving at the checkpoint, she lowers her hood and speaks. "umm...hello. I was told to give you some information...here it is..."
Name: Wynn Aeros
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Apperance: Wynn is a petite girl with green hair running about halfway down her back and soft, almost alluring green eyes. She has a strong sense of honor and duty to keep her surroundings peaceful, at least when she can. A learned young woman, Wynn's first weapon is her mind, trying to either reach a peaceable compromise, or else look for her best opportunity to disarm her enemy. She has come into possession of a locket made by Mishra, which has no known effects as of yet.
House: Benalia Paladins
Guild: Azorius Senate - Sky Hussar's 2nd Wing
Total Exp: 15.5
Exp to next level: 4.5
10th Edition, Onslaught, Ravnica, Guildpact, Dissension, Time Spiral, Planar Chaos, Future Sight
Weight: 200 lbs
Apperance: Long haired tall male, cloth pants dragging along the ground with a robe like shirt hanging off his shoulders, his satchel swings from a belt. Short scruffy beard with defined nose and cheek bones giving way to his dark blue eyes
House: House of Hammerheim Sorcerers
Dav walks up to the gate keeper and slowly hands the paper over to him, waiting for his response
Name: Edmond Fury
Weight: 160 LB
Appearance: Before you stands an imperious figure, clearly of aristocratic origin. He stands tall and cold, like most of noble birth, however his hard grey eyes can oft be seen turning to a fiery red, or a dark blue, depending on his mood. He is clothed in a set of crimson robes, with a long flowing cape of the purest red. His scales are of fine green, with an orange tint. His mouth boasts a sharp, white set of teeth. His forked tongue darts in and out on occasion.
Despite his high standing, Edmond is not the sort to see common folk as mere cattle, indeed, he feels that he and the aristocracy as a whole can learn a great deal from the most interesting of the lower classes - an attitude that has often gotten him into trouble (and often dangerous duels) with the other members of the aristocracy - especially those that favour blue magic, of whom Edmond sees as the most arrogant jackasses that the world has to offer. For this reason, he has left his noble rank and standing at home in the mountains. But do not take this sense of willingness to learn as a sign of weakness - for Edmond will not tolerate weaklings of any make, no matter their position in society.
He also carries a finely-crafted iron dagger in a sheath in his boot.
Name: Long-Fur Age: 17 Race: Nezumi Gender:Male Height: 1,4 meters Weight: 47 kilos Appearance: From the first glance, because of his short height you could say that the figure standing against you belongs to child, but such height is normal to each nezumi. More unusual than his shortness is his clothing. This nezumi wears an old and ragged brown cloak. His face doesn't show any facial expressions except for cold, dark eyes. Usually Long-Fur doesn't show his face and travel with a hood. On one of his shoulders nezumi keeps a skull of an unknown animal. His cloak's sleeves are longer an wider than normal. Under it's cloak nezumi wears a wooden armor and where the dagger is hidden is unknown. Another strange thing about Long-Fur is that he always keep some Kishkaval cheese in his black satchel (just in case he gets hungry). Because of that, all of his clothing have a strong smell of that cheese.
Name: Simon Segrel Age: 21 Gender: Male Height: 5'5" Weight: 170 lbs Apperance: One word. Messy. Simon has poor hygiene. His hair is greasy and uncombed. His fingernails are chewed down to their nubs. He wears a heavy tan overcoat, appearing to be a hand me down. The sleeves are too long and the coat is dusty. The rest of his attire are similarly colored, dark clothes. Brown sandals, black cotton shirt and pants. He wears thick black glasses, but did you expect anything less?
Name: Thanin "The White Fur" (Edited Because Luna's Glance Sounded Stupid for a rat) Age: 47 (Point* Very Old For a Rat, Like almost 60 in Human Terms) Gender: Male
Race: Rat Height: 5'2 Weight: 96 lbs Apperance: He Walks straight Backed, Wearing a grey cloak. He wears Strange glasses that seem to be home made. His Fur is a Dark Grey Color. He Also Walks with a Staff. His eyes are Dark In Color, but you can see a Hint of blue. Some times You can see a Blue Flicker around his Head.
A woman unlike any who have come to pass before walks up to the man at the counter and hands over her papers. Once approved she continues her way into the city.
Name: Angel of Keld Age: 37 Gender: Female Race: Keldon Height: 5’ 8” Weight: 135 Appearance: Angel at first glance is a very tall well built bronze skinned woman. Closer examination though shows that there is much more than meets to eye to the woman. Her muscles seem to demonstrate unnatural fitness and agility. Here eyes carry a feral gaze that is both alluring and yet frightening. She wears a bronze color metal tunic, arm guards, and shin guards. Slung across her back is a very wide gladius covered in a worn leather sheath. House: Shanodia Druids Guild: None Level: 1 Exp: 1.5 Gold: 0
While the man had Brother Tyler aside, another woman came up to the watchpost. He looked her over and her paperwork. "Finally, an easy case. Welcome to the glorious city of Estark, Angel!" He then turned back to Brother Tyler.
After a short while, his papers were also approved, although the steward seemed to snicker at the man's antics.
A dark looking man comes forward wearing a deep green cloak, carrying a woven satchel with a dagger fastened in such a way that he could draw it without notice. He carries with him an oaken walking staff that no one seems to notice. He is of ebon skin and starlight locks. He seems to always be in deep thought, and he does not say much to most people. He shows his papers to the man at the gate, and awaits his response...
Name: Abim Jarihel
Height: 6' 5"
The man at the front of the outpost looks at the papers that Abim showed him. He looked at Abim quizzically. "Sir, this is but a blank piece of parchment. May I see your real papers, please?" (Please pm me your satchel contents, so that I may approve you)
Appearance: A dark purple cloak which looks black in color. To big for young Ther-os, however, it works quite well for him. The hood of said cloak always covers his face. The only thing you can see is his piercing fiery purple eyes. Purple flames consume his entire body and they pulse with each breathe that he takes. The rage that builds inside him only make these flames bigger and brighter as time passes. He wears a holster on his thigh which holds his trusty, purple, rusty dagger. Along with that he carries his satchel(s) tied around his waist like a commoner. Under his cloak he wears a black cloth tunic, black leather boots, and black cloth pants. His skin is without color making it look as though he was lifeless, it is easy to mistake him for a dead man walking until you look into his fiery eyes. His emotions and personality are frozen cold just like his heart.
The man up front looked around, and then looked down at the kid and smiled. "Well, aren't you a wise one to be training so early in your life. You have come to the right place, and your paperwork is filled out correctly. Welcome to our city young man! I assume that your parents are no longer here to watch over you? If so, then if you wish, I can escort you into the city."