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Just a quick note, I just spent th e last half hour throwing up. I'm delaying the start of this until I feel better.

Get well soon Drexyl! Not just because I'm very excited to start this.

(I'd like to try something different here. )

Full Name: Fulgripthgth
Nicknames: (wife-woman calls Lazyshit)
Appearance: Since this is an "unlikely hero" I'll just try to give some physical details; a run-down, but sturdy, not handsome, drunkard peasant.
Gender: Male
Age: 42 (already an oldie by medieval standarts)
Race: Human
Affiliation: is a peasant of a greedy local petty landlord
Occupation: potato farmer (or any crop farmer in case potatoes don't exists here)
Physical Details: rough, unpleasant, unrefined but physically strong and endurant simpleton
Weapons: just some random farming tool
Apparel: regular clothes (rags)
Items: some local alcohol and a whip to beat his unloved children ( )
Personality: Hates. Hates his wife, hates his many children and hates his petty landlord. Hates his neighbors, hates the priest and of course hates his Lord. Oh and how he hates his life... Aside from being a sorry and angry ass he hates working, especially taking care of his family or house, but! He loves animals, especially pigs, boars and the like. Never bathes, never takes care of himself but actually spends a lot of time off-fields chopping firewood. Maybe this skill could come handy somewhere...? Sometimes he spends free time roaming the forest, who knows what he does there...
Skills: Farming, chopping stuff to smaller stuff, pig husbandry, some herbal lore, some navigation in the forests, some scary and profane local legends (lore-ish), unarmed combat (beating his family when drunk AND not drunk), improved stamina and endurance, extremely low inter-personal skills.
History: Fulgripthgth was born in a poor and opressed family and nearly copied his father's personality and manners. He spent his life being abused, ignored and often drunk. Sex is just an accidental act for him (although frequent, violent and... unusually fertile!). Love is unknown for him and manners have avoided him for no one ever liked him. Being so unsociable and hateful to humans led Fulgripthgth to spend some more extra time he ever had away from hard labor roaming the forest, observing, feeling, getting to know things. There he admired the pack life of boars and later when he got some at home, pigs. Lately, he hears some insistant voice in his head to go do strange things, things the name of which he doesn't know. An angry, impatient but resilient voice that he tries to drink away, perhaps some evil warlock calls for him to do his bidding...? 

I don't know if that will work, manticore, but I'm willing to give it a shot if you take this seriously.

My idea (spoilers ahead) is to create a calamity in a forest following an evil mage's commands and help evil spread... further complications are an option for the "good guys". You see, my "character" is not just "different", "not so heroic" but neither evil in himself. He's just a simpleton facing more powerful players like mages and evil abominations.

Full Name: Nova Arrakis Polaris
Nicknames: Servant; Inca; Ephemeral Warrior
Appearance:

Spoiler

Gender: Is shown as having a masculine persona, but has no true defined gender(or, better stated, Nova's gender is fluid)
Age: As far as actual continuously "living" undead, rather young...roughly 300 years or so...(However remains eternally early twenties)
Race: Undead Warrior/Incubi
Affiliation: The lich Moria
Occupation: A mercenary (not payed in gold, but payed in pacts and favors, and, if by pact, usually the person must give up something of themselves)
Physical Details: Has a rather long dark red spear-headed tail, eyes are bright violet, slightly bigger canines, has a tribal band on left shoulder, and a series of written foreign letters in different parts of the body where clientele have signed for service.
Weapons: A shield with Nova's insignia; poisoned (only mild) dagger that hangs from waist
Apparel: If he can't go nude, then a pair of tight leather pants.
Items: Besides weapons, a bejeweled anklet of gold and hellish precious gems.
Personality: Nova has a very hedonistic nature. Nova enjoys the pleasures of the world to the extreme. Nova is also a very artistic being. Whether it comes to painting, fighting, or torturing, Nova takes great care to add a bit of flair and artistic personality. If one were first to meet Nova, you would see carefree, happy, a small amount of  innocence, and a harmless flirt. Nova is this, but when one finds out the things Nova has done they would rather not be around for too long...
  Nova is also utterly in the hands of whoever Nova is serving. Their words are Novas short destiny. However, Nova has a habit of playing with the prey, and he takes as much initiative as needed to please himself. If Master were to die or release from obligation, Nova no longer will feel compelled to do what he was doing. However, the Master better have payed Nova the promise.
  Being also an incubi, Nova specializes in seduction and the other arts of that kind. Nova is also greatly manipulative and sadistic, having a very high mind for tortuous methods and calculative measures of destruction.
  Nova, however, can develop deep, passionate loves for certain people. This wouldn't stop Nova from disobeying Masters orders, but it will change the way Nova acts them out, and Nova will try many things to keep from having to harm the person.
  Nova is also highly charismatic and knows the Lore of the land, as living for three centuries has allowed Nova these insights.
Skills: Languages; Seduction; Torture Methods; Sex; Self-Preservation; Stealth; Swordsmanship; Dagger use; Poison knowledge; Lore and History; Slight Undead power
History: Nova was "born" roughly three centuries ago through an ancient right made by a rather powerful necromancer at the time. Nova had been trapped with the ephemeral realm for reasons that Nova cannot remember for certain. However, Nova knew how to act when meeting the necromancer, and quickly signed a blood pact that the necromancer gave up her voice for Novas service. Nova helped her secure her land holding, till, while Nova was out tracking down several rogue minions, she was slaughtered.
  Now that Nova was free for the first time, he quickly adapted, making way from city to capital to village, eating, sleeping, having sex, killing and torturing from time to time, and making some rather amazing pieces of art. Of course, word soon spread of his existence, and, suddenly, he was being asked by a multitude of masters...both the supposed "good" and "bad"...for his services.
  Since I'd rather not go into three hundred years of this, lets just say Nova has been under many Masters and done many things. Some notable examples was the in helping the establishment of the Tokoroto dynasty, the advancement of several different tribes during the Plain wars at once (not pretty), the assassinations, tortures, and murders of the entire royal family of Deskarb, has sired about 15 children(both as the impregnator and the impregnated)(all pretty much dead at the moment), and apparently, at one point, married Elf Lord Bresdon of Southern Croao (they had a wonderful time...until Nova had to poison him....very saddening). Also tons of other stuff I will hint at IC.
  Recently, Nova has come under the allegiance of lich Moria, and was just at the helm of the beseige of Cormalla...what-ever happens next is up too the lich to say...


  Yeah...I just really wanted to create a character like this....hope it's okay Nox...though it will involve some working togethers XD

OOoh, a bad guy, Let's try it

Yay...thanks Drexyl....just remember I take my orders straight from the main antagonist (plus my own initiative XD)...so if you have any plot twists that you feel my character would need to know and no one else should...well...or you can just keep it totally IC...up too you... XD

  Also, just to make it clear, I will promise not to godmod, as I could see hat happening, and, if I do, please let me know immediately so I can change it!

Full Name: Suller A'worlye
Appearance: Suller has the body of a gymnast. More built for maneuverability then for strength. His hands have interesting features with long slender fingers and tipped points as if they were designed to be more useful for building small things.
Gender: Male.
Age: This life, about the age of 17.
Race: Samsaran
Occupation: Tinker, clockmaker.
Weapons: A simple staff made of a sturdy wood and inlaid with beautiful pieces of metal.
Apparel: Suller tries most often to wear as little as possible finding most clothes to simply hinder the movements which keep him alive. But as he does understand social norms he wears some barelyshorts and a very loose shirt, when required to.
Items: Suller usually carries a messenger bag filled with any interesting or useful thing he could think to pick up. From little tiny metal springs to chestnuts.
Personality: A reclusive man. He far prefers the world of the ticking and the waiting then the infinitely complex world of humans. A good man, at heart. Though he often seems rude and ill meaning to people who don't know him.
Skills: An excellent mechanic. He also has spent much of his life testing and pushing his body in attempts to become more like the machines he adores. A clever mind that is good at seeing how things fit together and work.
History: Will be added later. Don't have the time or attention right this second, my apologies. He'll be a good guy. Likely isolated in some strange place. Kinda my favorite thing.

Approved

NEWS: Forests of Tauria is OPEN

Full Name: Lyrao Katai
Nicknames: N/A
Appearance:

Spoiler

Gender: Female
Age: 24
Race: High Elf
Affiliation: Freelancer; no loyalty to anyone
Occupation: Battle Mage
Physical Details: She is relatively short, has long brown hair under her hood that falls down her back, and neutral coloured eyes.
Weapons: A steel short sword, that she wields expertly with years of practice and use, it is engraved with the name of the village where she was raised.
Apparel: She normally wears robes that come down to her ankles while being able to reach for her sword from within. Underneath, she wears thin chain armour and usually relies on speed and swordsmanship to dodge and deflect attacks, and her abilities to help when that fails.
Items: Other than her weapons, Lyrao carries nothing more than the rations and money she needs to survive.
Personality: Calm and friendly, Lyrao tends to move towards the supporting part of the party rather than lead events, and is happy just to help others survive. However, she sometimes gets overlooked as she tends to like keeping a low profile. She's also sometimes far too trusting of others, and it has lead her into a few problems in the past.
Skills: Lyrao is skilled both in swordsmanship and in the art of healing magic, and in these two skills she excels, as she has completely focussed her attention here. She is also fairly skilled in navigation, but only knows the common language well, can swim and climb only at basic levels, and has no construction skills.
History: (Your character's story. How were they raised? How did they get to where they are? This is the place to include information on how your character attained certain skills, association with certain groups, etc.) Lyrao was born and raised in the company of High Elf battle mages. She excelled in all her classes, achieving high grades in nearly everything, but when she got to 12 years old, her division was attacked by Orcs. She was the only survivor, and after days of travel found herself at a human village some distance from her old home.

There, she was taken in and raised by a couple who, at her insistence, helped to continue her training in fighting with her sword. In exchange, she agreed to help the village doctor, and she soon became a pivotal figure in the village, both helping to defend and heal those within it. By the time she was 18, she had mastered the style of swordsmanship the village offered, one that focussed on speed and deflecting your opponents strength, and had become adept at healing all kinds of ailments. She was awarded the steel sword she still wields, engraved with the name of the village.

It was only when she recieved the plea for help from Tauria did she finally agree to leave the village in search of adventure, and to defend and heal those she would help along the way.

Approved, BTW i like that artist

I'll try something new, considering that my character I used the time I played DnD is almost exactly a male version of Drexyl's character.

Full Name: Theroc Mountainborn
Nicknames: "The Rock", Rocky, "Hey, you", Big Guy, Paladin
Appearance: Like any good paladin, Theroc is enormous and muscular and wears heavy plate mail and a serious expression. His complexion is dark, like the mountains he came from, and his messy hair is silver (the grayish-silver of well-aged hair, not literal silver).
Gender: Male
Age: 30-ish
Race: Human
Affiliation: None whatsoever. He only fights for justice and "right."
Occupation: Paladin
Weapons: His shield and his fists
Apparel: Wears simple clothing of a color appropriate for the environment over his plate mail.
Items: Rope, his shield, a light mess kit
Personality: Theroc acts macho and grim, but he became a paladin to protect people, and so he has a softness for the defenseless. Also, he takes great pride in his cooking and really cares about people's opinions of it. Finally, he detests water that is collected in more mass than a large puddle. As such, he does not swim except when his or others' lives depend on it.
Skills: Fighting, Cooking, Hunting (but with a peculiar method), Rope-Tying, Climbing, and a bit of healing
History: Growing up in the mountains of Gronn, Theroc grew up in relative safety. This, of course, is accurate only if "relative safety" includes dizzying heights, vicious aerial predators, and harsh coming-of-age trials. Theroc, being a naturally sturdy (large) and battle-ready (ornery) child, excelled in this life, learning a great deal and rising in the ranks with his mountain-dwelling people. Unfortunately for Theroc, his excellence in battle led to an increasingly arrogant attitude, which, in turn, led to his confrontation with a dragon. The dragon, which was commonly known to live in a cave at the top of one of the taller mountains, was understandably upset at being interrupted while having a nice afternoon nap, and though Theroc fought valiantly, the dragon easily grasped the warrior in three of its toes and carried him through the air and down the mountain. Mountain dragons, contrary to popular belief, are studied pacifists, but they don't stand for people trying to kill them. This one went only as far as the bottom of the mountain (he wanted to return to his nap) and dropped Theroc about a hundred feet into a monastery. The monks managed to save Theroc's life, but decided to keep Theroc there to work off the cost of the courtyard stones he shattered in his fall. Theroc, not wanting to hurt monks, complied. During his stay at the monastery, he acquired his cooking skill, healing ability, and devout belief in doing right. When the monks deemed his penance completed, Theroc decided not to return to his mountain home and left the monks for the cities of men on the nearby coast. During his time in these cities, Theroc decided a few things: he did not like cities, the ocean may be the single worst natural thing in creation, and many people need protecting. In light of this last decision, he made his way back inland toward the fabled Paladin's College. When he arrived, they turned him away after a short entrance exam, telling him, "You are ALREADY a paladin." He took this at face value and decided to act more like it. So he traveled, discovering along his way a unique method of hunting. Every time he encountered a battle, he took the side of whichever side he believed to be right. If neither side was, in his opinion, justified, he marched into each camp and did his best to negotiate peace. When fighting with armies, he stayed with the footsoldiers, talking with them and exchanging stories and skills. In this setting, he gained his ability with knots. And so, coming to the present, Theroc heard of the great evil in Tauria and decided there was nowhere a paladin was more needed.

Approved, although, if you really want to, we could use another ranger

 Hey Nox...ever receive my PM?