[CHAR] Fleeting Memories [Fantasy RP]

[LovelyComplex]

Noli Littleflower

Name: Noli

Appearance:

~Throws fairy dust!~

Age: Too old to count

Gender: F

Race: Fairy

Class: Druid

Magic Description: Natural Caster

Personality:
Noli seems innocent for the most part, too cute to be evil, and in a sense she is. Very curious of the world, the fairy thrives off of nature and wants love to flourish everywhere! However, she's oblivious to the disasters she creates. Noli loves helping people but she tends to make problems worse either by opening her loud mouth or by losing control over natural elements. She loves to surprise people and finds it funny when someone gets caught in a trap. Lighthearted and sweet, Noli, twirling in happiness and throwing her fairy dust in the air, will dance through life without a major care in the world! A quirk the little fairy has is she has an obsession over true love. She may at times play matchmaker because... THEY'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER.

Who you were:
With a long, immortal life, Noli kept things simple. Her family of fairies traveled the lands numerous of times to make sure people were respecting nature. When they returned after a trip, they would maintain and protect the sacred lands of faeries from the greedy and disrespectful. Her homeland had a elixir that could grant someone their greatest desire, within the Great Old One (the oldest tree of their land). In the wrong hands, her sanctuary would crumble. Two weeks ago, she decided to go on a personal journey. She had recently caused a her family's tree to catch on fire... but her father fixed her mess, like he always does. She almost burned her home to the ground... what if she destroyed the Great Old One by accident? She needed to get better at her powers so she decided to go on a personal journey.

After traveling for a good day or two, taking in all that nature had to offer, Noli decided to make camp in a garden of poppies. And by making camp, she simply just laid her tiny self on the bed of flowers and went into a deep sleep. She woke up the next morning in a birdcage, within a wagon...

Now she sits in the same cage, in someone's study... "My head hurts... where am I? Did I do the thing?" The little fairy was full of questions... only coming to realize she had become someone's temporary pet until her execution.

[Rekaigan]

Reno

Name: Reno
Appearance (no real pictures):

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Age: 28

Gender: Male

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Monk/Berserker

Ability: During his rage state, Reno gains a considerable amount of strength and agility, however his body becomes more easily fatigued.

Personality:
Reno can be described as quite easy going, cheerful, and at times pretty sharp tongued, he's quite loyal to his friends and colleagues and is willing to protect them. During combat, however, Reno is prone to insatiable rages that cause him to fight endlessly until either the enemy or he is dead. If he survives the conflict (Which he has until now), he will often go into a bout of confusion and amnesia for a few moments before regaining his senses. This rage only happens when he begins to rely on instinct rather than his martial prowess. Despite his 'punch first, ask questions later' methods of communicating with those he considers to be suspicious, he is still quite intelligent in a broad kind of way.

Who you were:
Reno was a mercenary for hire, and he was often hired for extermination missions due to his reputation as a blood-thirsty, unstoppable killer. He was born into a family that lived in a temple within the mountains. Here he learned almost all of his skills as a martial artist. Most of the teachings of self control were lost when his colleagues were mercilessly killed during a escort mission that he had been hired to join. The very first mission he ever had. He went berserk, killing his assailants with the same mercilessness, tearing them apart with his bare hands.

After a few years of his violent escapades as a mercenary, his awoke. He couldn't remember what had happened, but he knew he was a slave. And his last day alive was ahead of him. His shackles were tighter than most of the other slaves, his arms shackled together in clasps without even an inch of room to move. His body was wrapped be a chain around his torso, further securing his arms in place.

[Smoke With Me]

Grinn Hurrclaw

Grinn Hurrclaw

Appearance

The beast of a woman stood at an imposing 6'7" and weighed about 180 pounds, brandishing a hulking mass of muscle. She held a powerful frame and strong build, partly due to her racial inclinations and natural tendency toward strenuous psychical activity. Her massive arms would couldn't be wrapped around by two hands and she stood tall and proud on a set of thick and powerful legs. Broad shoulders contributed to her figure and aside from some feminine curves and features, one might mistake this being for a male from a distance.
Upon closer inspection, the gender of this Half - Orc was more obvious. Although her jet black hair was cut some what short, ending just below pointed ears with golden studs in them, lips that bear the faintest hint of pout, high cheek bones, and a slightly upturned nose which held a golden ring through the septum were just some of her womanly qualities. Bright yellow eyes search their surroundings with scrutiny and determination, seemingly always on the lookout for danger.

Her heritage was obvious. Dark green skin and two large teeth that stuck out of her lower lip gave away to Orcish origins. Due to her size, one might think that she was more Orc than Human, though her appearance wasn't that of some grotesque Humanoid. Instead, if one could look past her monstrous traits, they might even consider her to be beautiful in her own right.

Scars riddled the woman's body, most of them obviously marks from a blade. The most intriguing ones were the crescent shape across her stomach which circled around her belly button and the thick pink line that ran across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes. The lash marks across her back were numerous and large, intersecting one another in a horrifying array. It was obvious that the Half - Orc was no stranger to combat.

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Race: Half - Orc

Class: Barbarian

Magic Description: None

Personality

Grinn seems to be quite reserved for someone of her nature and status. She is often quiet unless directly questioned or addressed and almost always seems to be analyzing things and thinking to herself. Upon hearing her speak, despite the confidence and well thought out language, she usually kept herself at quieter tones. One might wonder where and how this Half - Orc had been educated, as she was far more intelligent and capable than most.

Those who might become her friend would find the woman to be fiercely loyal, though extremely cautious at first. Although she took a neutral stance on most people and things, tending to avoid conflict or decisions unless they directly affected her, she would easily sacrifice her life in a heartbeat to those who she might eventually become close to.

However, the woman has a dark side as well. It seems that when conflict does arise, when combat is the only option left... she loses all control and slips into a mighty rage. In an angry howl, the Half - Orc will suddenly grab the nearest weapon, preferably a great sword, and heave it toward her foe with little regard for her own safety. At this point, the only goal is to see the flowing blood of her enemy.

Who She Was

Grinn was born to the slave of an Orcish chief. Although the first few years of her life were spent among a tribe of barbarians, her mother had escaped slavery at some point. Returning to her family with a half breed monstrosity, Grinn's mother was surprised by the acceptance that they had received.

Receiving a formal education and pleasant upbringing thereafter, Grinn grew up with many opportunities those of her kind were often denied. By the time that she was ready to go on her own, her ambition and knowledge of the world made her feel as though she were invincible. The only problem was that the outside world often shunned her kind and no matter what, she could never truly escape the bloodlust of her Orcish heritage.

Feeling dejected and unwelcome by society, Grinn traveled as a lone mercenary for the rest of her days, taking work when ever and where ever she could. This was the daily imprint of her life until one day she awoke as a slave with no memory of her past and a growing anger trying to take control of her rational thoughts.

[The Muse]

Echo Notaras

Name: Echo Notaras

Appearance

Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Race:
Nereid (Sea Nymph)
Class:
Assassin
Magic Description:
Arcane
Personality:
At first glance Echo appears to be friendly and warm, very welcoming to new comers and new situations. She believes in the term "keep your friends close, and your enemies closer". Her kind nature is often feigned and the moment she no longer considers it useful to be your "friend" she becomes as cold as stone. Some have been known to call her fake, but she prefers to keep people people on their toes and constantly asking themselves what she might do next. She has always been a very independent soul, never relying on friendships or family for that matter. Echo tends to be very sneaky, as she has always been a curious individual and ends up sticking her nose in places that it doesn't belong. Though her curious, independent nature got her into numerous amounts of trouble as a child, it has proved useful later in life.
Who you were:
Echo grew up on the coast of a small island by the name of Linde, or what some people liked to call "The Dragon's Lair." While the island was mostly inhabited by her own kind, it did indeed harbor a great dragon. Luckily for her people, the dragon tolerated their existence so long as nothing the dragon considered valuable was stolen from it. The nymphs provided outside protection on the waters, as a common pass time in her culture would be to lure sailors to their deaths, and the dragon allowed them to live there - also providing protection against hopeful colonists occasionally.
The young nymph grew up with a single mother - her father having never been in the picture, and her mother never wanting to talk about it. Echo's mother taught her the ways in deception initially, as she would often travel to a more inhabited isle and coax men out of their money. It was easy for a nymph, considering their natural allure could easily deprive any other race of their senses.
Several days after Echo's 15th birthday her mother sold her for a fairly hefty amount to a recruitment scout for assassin training. The scouts often came to Linde looking for nymph recruits, considering their natural ability to deceive others. Echo had no other choice, but she left without a fight to the southern island of Llanda - a cold and snow filled area completely opposite of Linde. In Llanda she learned the ways of an assassin, taking her first kill at age 16. By the time she was 18 Echo was released from the training and allowed to take contracts on her own.
To her own misfortune she recently took up a contract for the assassination of a knight close in the circle of the Grand Marquess Edun Lonefire. What he did to get his name written on that contract she didn't know, and didn't care, but she would get the job done. Or, at least, planned to get the job done. Until she ran into a person who was there for a different contract, who nearly got them caught, and who bested her in a hand to hand combat fight that ultimately knocked her out. The next thing she knew she was being swarmed by guards, unaware of anything. Not even who she was, or why she was there.

[Life in Stasis]

Horace Upland

Name
Horace Upland

Appearance
A tall blond, not altogether exciting. When Horace arrived at the slave camp he was clean shaven, neatly groomed, pale skinned, and somewhat wispy for a man over six feet. By now he’s a little less delicate than before, a lot more untidy, and sporting a very masculine chin of reddish stubble—which does not at all match his straw colored hair. His blue eyes reflect bitter surrender, too tired to be confused anymore about the absurdity of his situation.

The only thing that’s remained the same about him since his arrival is the arid look of contempt he offers the camp guards.

Age
25

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Class
Priest

Magic Description
Divine

Personality
One part piety and two parts dry wit. Horace is easy company for anyone with a lot to say. He enjoys listening more than speaking, and he’s a good source of advice or a sly joke when it is sought. Many would describe him as easygoing, more liable to bend with the breeze rather than stand in the storm, but they would be wrong. Like an extinguished hearth, his cool ashen mein hides a bed of glowing embers.

Despite his approachable demeanor, Horace does tend to be a bit personally withdrawn. He possesses a self destructive streak when he becomes hopeless (like now, for instance), as well as a very unpriestly appetite for vices of all sorts.

Who you were
A novitiate from the Temple of Truth. Before Horace was caught up in this mess, he was a young priest in service to Lord Ceron, God of Knowledge. The Temple boasted a well tended library, often visited by scholars and students, as well as an altar and large marble image of the bearded god himself. Not a great fan of archiving, however, Horace usually served Ceron by visiting nearby villages to treat common ailments with his magical talents, as well as educate young children and curious adults.

Orphaned in his early teen years, Horace was not skilled or unscrupulous enough to resort to thievery and pickpocketing to get by. Instead he begged for coin on street corners where he was paid to please stop singing because busking was clearly not his calling. Over years he became more useless, relying on friends to pay for him to get drunk at pubs and taverns until he was rowdy enough to be thrown out.

One memorable occasion with a duke’s daughter nearly landed him in a situation not unlike the one he’s in now (and when he remembers that, he’ll be appropriately spiteful). A gray-maned priest of Ceron intervened and claimed that Horace was merely teaching the girl history, not unlacing her frock. The duke was skeptical, but the priest was earnest and trustworthy. It was enough to drag Horace to safety by his arm.

Horace’s future looked grim, and confronted with the powerlessness of his existence, he followed the priest to the Temple of Truth in an attempt to fill the void in his heart.

[Lord Sawsaw2]

Dotazaic Nobleforge

Name: Dotazaic Nobleforge

Appearance: Heavily built, even for a dwarf; broader at the shoulder than almost his entire clan. Long brown hair and a typical dwarvish beard frame his scarred and weary face, with his hard and calculating green eyes being the first thing that people tended to notice about him. One could hardly call him handsome any more, but he had a certain rugged charm back in his youth, and remnants of that remain in his face still, though he doesn't charm the barmaids like he used to.

Alhough he may be a caster, no true dwarf is averse to brawling and physical work, and so beneath his loose grey robes, Dotazaic is just as muscular as you'd expect a dwarf of his age to be. Aside from scars from injuries over the years, he has managed to avoid any serious injury so far, and has no real standout markings to identify him, which has served him well in some of his less savory lines of work.

Finally, the clothes he typically wears are in true dwarven style: A full length grey robe, hemmed at the sleeves and neck with simple but eye-catching gold filigree, and cinched at the waist with a thick leather belt which proudly displayed the emblem of his clan. A full length travelling cloak in a slightly darker grey and a matching hooded mantle completed his regular travelling gear, with his heavy leather boots being practically standard issue for all dwarves.

Age: 186

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Class: Arcane Caster

Magic Description: Abjuration Specialist

Personality: Dwarves are hardly jovial while sober at the best of times, and Dotazaic is an excellent example of the stoicism of the dwarvish race as a whole. Outbursts of emotion are very rare for him, and he tends to deal with life as it comes to him, dealing with things one step at a time in the only way he knows. His long years of life have only strengthened this trait in him, in a way that only seeing the worst of the world first hand can do. Slow to trust and slower to become friendly, Dotazaic now has few people left who he can truly call friend, and has lived the twilight years of his life interacting with strangers only when it was strictly necessary. However, once he chooses to put his trust in a fellow being, he is a loyal and reliable companion, and expects the best of his fellows, both on the battlefield and off it.

Who you were: Born to a minor family of the Nobleforge clan, Dotazaic showed aptitude for magic from an early age. Schooled privately by the resident sorcerer, he quickly mastered the fundamentals of Arcane magic, showing particular strength when it came to the field of Abjuration. At the same time, he also learnt traditional dwarvish skills, such as how to use axes, hammers, and polearms, as well as how to craft with metal (although this was never one of his strong points). Reaching the traditional age of majority, Dotazaic set out into the world in order to hone his skills and find his calling in life.

Unfortunately, not everything went as planned for the young dwarf, and he unknowingly trusted all the wrong people and found himself both deep in debt, and also much too deep into what he only realized too late was a criminal organization. Rather than bring shame on his clan for his involvement, he chose to leave the country as quietly as he could in order to let the relevant people forget; after all, there was no question that he would outlive the majority of those to whom he owed money. And so, joining a caravan as a guard, he set off for distant lands.

Along the way he would find his teacher, an elf by the name of Infineon. Despite the initial friction between the two of them, they each found things they respected in each other, and so Dotazaic spent some years with his teacher, learning more and more about the topic of Abjuration until his teacher declared that any guild in the world would be happy to declare him a master of the class. Having nothing more to learn, Dotazaic bid farewell to his teacher and continued his travels, using his variety of worldly knowledge to keep him alive, though not always above the law.

Now, finally, he is returning to his homeland once more, just over 140 years since he left it. Feeling the need to make amends to his clan for his disappearance and to settle down for the last years of his life, his home called out to him, and he could no longer bring himself to stay away. Before he could reach his home however, he became embroiled in a rather sticky situation, and is now finding his dwarvish body being put to good use deep in the mines of a prison camp...

[wispered]

Zeal

Name: Zeal

Appearance: Zeal stands at a height of 6' even with an athletic build. She is olive-skinned, her square face a bit harsh in it's aquiline features. She has grey-green eyes, often stormy. Her black hair is curly and get cropped short in a pixie-ish style, though the curls give it a slightly wild appearance. She has many scars, several old and faded.

Age: 120

Gender: Female

Race: Elven

Class: Knight

Personality: Zeal is of a dry, sarcastic wit. She is a fighter, yes, but relies more on tactics and thought than brute force. She is more than willing to be a team player. She does, however, have a cutting tongue and a tendency to use it. She avoids getting too close to others and tends to shut people out from her pain. Though she is always outwardly confident, she is constantly doubting herself privately and tends to think others are always thinking poorly of her.

Who you were: One of the Elite Guard, it was her duty to protect the Grand Marquess and her family.

Edit: Just making it a bit easier to read.

[Viciousmarrow]

NPC List

• Tychus, the Shadow Reaver

  Age: ???, Elderly
  

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  Info: Rescued you from the prison camp. He is a member of the Shattergarde.
• "Ivory", the Giant Knight [+]

  Age: ???
  

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  Info: Bounty hunter chasing you
• Lady Bounty Hunter

  Age: ???, Seems young
  

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  Info: Bounty hunter chasing you, perhaps leader of the duo