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My first attempt at RPing, please be gentle...

Name: Arctuurus the Ravager
Gender: Male
Race: Polar Barbarian
Appearance: 7' tall, 300 lbs (all muscle), covered in white fur, brown eyes, black nose, usually wears full plate (except the helmet), wields huge great-axe (Icefang)
Demeanor: Grumpy. Aggressive. Condescending, only showing respect to warriors that best him. No tolerance for people weaker than him. Always ready to pick a fight, and frequently does. First into combat, last to leave. Known among the tribes of the North for his rage and lack of mercy. What he lacks in finesse, he more than makes up in ferocity.

History: Born on the frozen tundras of Frios, he was raised as a normal Polar Barbarian child. He quickly learned to survive in the harsh tundra, and learned even more quickly how to kill. When he saw his parents killed before his eyes, he sunk into a deep rage, brutally slaughtering the assailants. The only thing that has been known to stop him from killing is music. The Tribes usually have a few musicians handy in case someone manages to make him angry. Usually sides with the underdog, mostly because then there is more for him to kill. Happiest in the thick of combat, he usually belts out a tune of combat, even occasionally making up his own. Usually avoids the topic of his past, quoted as saying, "I killed people. And you?" Can be quite intelligent, but usually only in relation to combat.

Abilities:
Axe Mastery- One of the finest axe wielders you'll ever see, and quite probably the last.

Thick hide, thick heart- A lifetime in the Frozen North has given him a particularly thick layer of skin, as well as thick, slow-moving blood.

Bloodrage- Once in a fight, he goes completely insane with rage. The only thing that stops him from attacking everything in sight is music.

(Sorry it's so disjointed, it tried to follow my thought patterns. :P And now, back to lurking. *Lurks in a dark corner*)

((new character, large story. due to the connection to my fantasy character in pg 24))

Name: Talia Shade

Age: 175 years old (looks 21)

Appearance: Height: 5'3"

((not in image)) wings on her head (there's slits in her hat to put them through) the back wings are larger than the size shown. she has a leather belt with two small half-circle shaped harnesses on the sides for her two sais, the belt buckle is in the shape of a cat head silhouette (silver colored). she wears purple, black trimmed high-heel boots that go halfway up to her knee.

Species: Succubus

History: Talia was born sometime in october 1855. her father leaving her, and her mother the very same day that she was conceived.

Talia never knew what she was, mainly because of the wings on her back. everyone else feared her, but they never explained why. it wasn't until she turned 25 that she knew the truth. the morning after her birthday, she woke up to find that she had wings on her head, she freaked out. trying to figure out what was going on, she went to her mother to find out anything about the wings on her head. when her mother saw what Talia had become, she was shocked. the next day her mother had vanished. Talia thought that her mother had abandoned her, but news on the television showed that she was killed, her body had been ripped apart. an eye witness told their story, explaining that they saw what looked like a large werewolf looking creature tear her mom limb from limb ((a wendigo)).

after the funeral someone approached Talia. the woman then tried to comfort her "I'm sorry for your loss my dear. come with me, i can help you find your true purpose in this world." Talia was a bit hesitant, but it seemed that this woman knew what she was and could help her understand what was happening to her. she finally decided to go with the woman. everything seemed to go black for a while, and she thought that she was dieing but wasn't dead. when they reached their destination she was terrified, they were in the fiery pits of hell. when she settled down and tried to take in the new surroundings she noticed that the woman had changed. the woman looked just like her "i never actually introduced myself have i? call me Lust, an odd name i know. but it's what everyone calls me, now that i'm the leader of an army of succubi and incubi. which my dear, is exactly what you are. enjoy your stay here, because for the next 100 years, this will be your home until you come to terms with what you are. from now on, you belong to me. if 100 years have passed and you havent accepted your fate, you will be executed."

for the full 100 years, Talia was stuck in hell, trying to understand how she came to be a succubus. she never accepted that she was destined to force humans to mate with her and make more cubi, and then kill them. but she had to at least act like it so that she could escape. finally, one week before she was to be disposed of, she made her move, approaching the devil himself instead of Lust. she managed to make a fake story saying that the succubi leader wouldn't believe her and was a stubborn B**** for that very reason. the devil allowed to leave without direct orders from her so called boss. "but if you try to run from your duties, you will be hunted down and executed.

she did run, and for 22 years had managed to avoid being killed ((she left hell in 1988)). but that changed some time near the end of spring 2010, when a raging demon assassin caught her in a snare trap. she was almost killed when a nearby stranger, wielding a strange sword appeared and killed the demon. Talia, having mastered her powers, had shifted her form so that her wings had vanished and had kept it that way for 21 years (when she realized that the wings were a dead giveaway that she was a succubus). the stranger said that his name was Raphael when she asked him. he offered to keep her safe until reaching the next town, but she requested traveling with him, despite the dangers. at first Talia was uneasy around him, thinking that he could turn on her at any time, but then she loosened up and got to know him. they became close friends, but she wanted to be more while he wanted it to stay as is.

after a few months Raphael told her that he knew all along about her true self. she was shocked, but for some reason, confused. when Talia asked why he didn't kill her all he said was "because you're not evil, i can sense it." she was relieved, and for a few more months she traveled with him. always at Raphael's side, much to his disliking ((no, he's not gay. he just doesn't feel like having any relationship with anyone at the moment)).

in 2011 Raphael left for a tournament. by orders of the tournament host, Talia wasn't allowed to go with him. they decided it was best to go their separate ways, and hopefully they would meet again. she searched for him for months. finally one year later in Asia, she managed to get some valuable information about Raphael's whereabouts. she left without hesitation. she altered her form in the area so as not to freak the population out and found Raphael in a weakened state, with a succubus entering his dreams. she saved him, repaying him for the time that he saved her nearly 2 years ago. now they're traveling together once more, grateful that they both finally have a familiar traveling partner. neither one has a debt to be paid to the other, relieving some tension between them.

Personality: a bit of a flirt at times ((usually to Raphael, which bugs him)) she's kind to anyone that's nice to her, and a total b**** to anyone that's not. she isn't a big fan of demons, even though she is one physically. her main goal in her eternal life is to aid Raphael until he is no longer among the living, hopefully seeing him once more if he returns from heaven or hell (whichever one depending on if not heaven has accepted him or not).

fighting style: variant/adaptation: her moves are never routine, or from any known fighting style. she can fight head on, or indirect and defensive depending on how the opponent fights. and can always find a way to dodge or block complicated attacks.

Weapons: a pair of sais; Requiem, and Judgement. they are completely identical in shape. the difference between each one is that they have a different gemstone in the end of the handle. Requiem has a cleanly cut ruby, and Judgement has a cut sapphire.

Abilities

Elemental control: being a succubus, she can control the elements: fire, water, earth, and wind. sometimes combining two or more to create devastating attacks.

Shape-shift: she can alter her appearance to anything that she wants. she can even change the appearance of her gender (which she has never had any reason to try yet)

Mind invasion: she can read peoples' thoughts, and can enter their dreams. but she has never done it out of agression, mostly out of curiosity or if she needed to get information from a stubborn person that refused to tell her willingly.

Flight: she can use the wings on her back to fly in the air, with enough effort, and by using her power over wind, she can carry one person with her (so long as they aren't too heavy)c

seduction: although she doesn't use this one often, she can seduce anyone with enough effort (the amount of skill used varies depending on the person), she can turn one enemy against its allies if she succeeds in seducing the target.

Strengths: her succubi powers can keep enemies at a distance if there are too many to handle in hand to hand. her demonic lineage also gives her enhanced strength and speed, especially in the air, though she doesn't have as much strength while in female form. if and when she changes to a male form, she has even more power to the upper body but less speed. she can also seduce enemies to get them to fight each other.

Weaknesses: being a female most of the time, her upper body strength isn't the greatest in the world. even with her demonic strength. she usually has to rely on kick most of the time and her sais for upper body attacks. the opposite can be said for the male form; strength is increased, but speed is lowered.

@Raphael.

I know, but i have found using old cliche's in different ways can add to a character over all.

This will be my first RP attempt. Feel free to make any suggestions/corrections if I am not doing this quite right.

Name: Stormbringer
Race: Anthro Dragon
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Birthplace: Unknown
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 195 Lbs
Occupation: Adventurer/Mercenary Mage
Likes: Helping Others, Making Friends, Adventuring
Dislikes: Selfishness, Rudeness, Ignorance

Strengths:

Though not skilled in hand-to-hand combat he is physically strong enough to use his talons to piece anything softer than steel. Though not as completely resistant to magic as his full dragon brethren, Stormbringer is strongly resistant to magic barring physical attack spells such as fireballs or lightning. He can fly but not for great lengths or periods of time.

Weaknesses:

Stormbringer is almost completely inept at all forms of melee combat save for perhaps hand-to-hand. Perhaps his greatest weakness is the almost total obliviousness to his surrounds while he is casting anything more than minor spells. His slower metabolism lends itself to a few weaknesses. If Stormbringer gets drunk he tends to stay that way longer than other races. He heals considerably more slowly than other races as well. Any great length of flight leaves Stormbringer weak and unable to do much other than walk, let alone use magic. This makes flight for him a last resort.

Skills/Abilities:

Stormbringer and use most forms of magic but is only truly skilled in battle magic. He has committed himself to the dark arts but will not let them control him. He is ever on guard against the enticing allure and subsequent corruption that greater power can offer. Stormbringer does have some meager skill with a dagger but if the situation is in such dire straights that he has to rely on it, he has little hope of survival.

Physical Description:

Before you stands a lean anthro dragon of just over six feet in height. Despite the menacing myths surrounding his species it is quite obvious that this dragon has a warmth about him thought their hides a shadow of agony in his deep blue eyes.

His body is mainly sapphire in color with a slightly lighter shade running from his chest to his inner-thighs. Unlike true dragons, his skin is smooth, cool, and softer than one might expect. His scales give him no greater protection from harm than normal human skin. In fact without magical aid he heals more slowly than humans overall.

He has muscular arms but not to muscular, much like the arms of a gymnast or swimmer. The palms of his hands are the same lighter blue as his chest and his fingers end in jet black talons. He stands on strong legs that are well muscle from leaping into the air at the start of flight. Behind him a sinewy and flexible looking tail stops just short of touching the ground.

Finally your eyes are drawn to the wings he has folded along his back. While folded, the wings reach almost as high as the tip of the eight inch black horns on his crest. The wing span must be a little greater than twelve feet. The wings are the same sapphire as the rest of his body, save for small black talons at the tips.

He wears a black silk robe which implies that though he looks friendly he may have a less than honorable past. The only other articles he wears are gold bands on each wrist, each ankle, his neck, and the base of his tail. The bands are snug but do not look uncomfortable. Each one is inscribed with different runes which might suggest that this Dragon may be a mage.

Biography:

For centuries Stormbringer had studied the darker side of magic. He was once compelled to increase his magical powers at any cost. This brought him to the verge of becoming black of heart and soul. Several decades past, Stormbringer had attempted a spell that was supposed to increase his magical powers ten-fold. He selected a Magi academy as the spot to attempt this spell as there was already a great concentration of magical power there. He did not know the costs of such an endeavor. Upon casting the spell every living thing within a ten mile radius was drained of life force. All that life force was transferred into Strombringer all at once, driving him to the brink of insanity. Hundreds of people and countless creatures lost their lives that day. After that day Stormbringer vowed to use his magic in the aid of others to make amends for the great wrong he had committed. Now he lives by a strict moral code, ever on guard against the dark seduction of power. He did gain some forbidden magic from that fateful day but he has never allowed himself to use it. These days he can often be found drinking in the local tavern. He may have a brooding expression on his face but is always willing to share his table and lend a friendly ear.

I don't see anything particularly wrong with him...are you SURE this is your first try? Ever? 'Cause if you wrote a book or two, that counts.

anyways, might be filtering in the characters from my story thread-"The Return of Dr. Romanov." Oddly enough, the titular mad scientist is about ten times cooler than the heroes, from my view...

ahhhh, another batman class character ((read the rule nazi citadel thread:1st post)).

feh, Tvtropes does a better job. Antihero is the word you're looking for.

antiheroes: characters in a story, show, book, or game, that do deviant acts, and help others only when it suits their own needs. also known to have a lack of history and determination.

i think that fits the bill for him.

i couldn't really care less about what a person's character is like, it's their choice to make them that way.

I personally prefer the Marquad Volker-style ones.

You know, lift you up to save you from a pack of massive mutant roaming hounds... to mug you. Then, after taking everything, throw you back to the hounds. Oh, and then start a pool with a 'partner' on which gets the most of you.

On the Profile: I'm failing to see how it would look 25ish, but then again I can't tell age in anthro's for the life of me.

Otherwise, quite good. The loss of someone dear to so many RP characters is a bit high, but not too bad [Tragedy does happen, after all].

that's life. people die unexpectedly, and sometimes, for the wrong reason.

Yes.

The number of people turned Grimdark because of it is unfortunately high anyways, you have to admit.

I try to avoid the whole "tragedy made me all dark and brooding" thing. *Hides Drisk's Redemption history under a loose floorboard*

i saw that Drisk! you're trying to cover your tracks.

you FAIL!!!

umm... uhhhhh.... *takes out shotgun* that's it, I'm turning this into another killing contest *shoots Raphael in chest*

*sinks into the shadows and reappears, fully healed*

dude, this is the character thread, not a Rambo RPG. cut it out.

((i cant believe i just said that :shock:))