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Astoria Chronicles - Artorias

Hider

Appearance: Shen...well, he isn't really your average 'citizen' in this expansive world. Being the ilk of both a Drow and a Greater Man, he seems to take his physical appearance from his father - the Greater Man, while his inner workings comes mostly from his mother. Tall, with a very muscular, chiseled build that comes from someone that has obviously spent the vast majority of their life training, he has rather fair skin and a defined face. His eyes are odd - being a calm, deep blue most of the time, unless he channels his inner magicka - in that case, his eyes becomes a shining, electric whitish blue, the entire eyeball itself. Since he channels his magic almost 24/7, it's nearly always in this state. Name: Shen...just Shen. Status: Alive/Travelling. Age: 23 Race: Drow/Greater Man History: Shen's history isn't a very blessed one. Born to a husband and wife combo that had conflicting beliefs and races, he was constantly in on their bickering and fights - sometimes, in which they became domestic. Despite this, they both loved him, not knowing that every day, he watched them fight to the bloody end. His father was serious in his training to one day become a monk, while his mother was adamant in his training to continue her reign as an assassin. Due to this, he was constantly bombarded with training from both parties, nearly breaking the boy, until he learned to adapt, learn, and thrive. Meditation with his father, parkour with his mother, weight-training with his father, blade and claw-training with his mother, unarmed combat with his father, magic with his mother...it was impossible to cope with at times. When his mother and father got too far gone in their fight, when he was 18, Shen had to kill them both, so as to not have them come to a torturous end. Training has wizened and hardened him, and he did the deed quietly, with no trace. Burn and bury the bodies. He left shortly after, becoming an assassin for hire, that travelled the land. About Them: Unknown. To be revealed. Weaponry: He has two long, razor-sharp steel katars magically melded to the top of his gauntlets. They can be taken off to use as make-shift blades or daggers, as well. An unnaturally large, four-bladed Shuriken is wired to his back, and he has throwing knives and sharp wire in pouches on his waist. Etc: N/A

Dead Island

If you have room for OOOONE more, cool. If not, just alert me if someone drops.

Thieves Guild

Deep inside of one of Kalardia's most grandest towers, a cloaked shadow moved swiftly in the twinkling moonlight. There was nothing on his form to make him noticeable, although his face - grim, scowling, and slightly symboled was evident. A length of parchment - a document written in golden ink - was skillfully folded and placed within a hidden pouch on his leg. As he dashed passed a guard, the cloaked shadow suddenly leaped up like a crow, disappearing out of the Tower's top floor without a sound. If one looked up at the night-sky, they would see a long, sharp, dark purple and black crow gliding through the air. A bit more concentration would show that the giant crow was, in fact, a human.

Not exactly the 'Digital World'

I'll join

Astoria Chronicles - Artorias

Ayyy. Feel like everyone's going to go assassin/rogue as usual, so I'm doing warrior.

Medieval Fantasy Rp

Seems cool. I remember you, by the way.

The Dark Arts Society

Darius rose an eyebrow; apparently he had been a bit too obvious in his staring. Taking another bite of steak, he chewed once before swallowing. The British slang confused him slightly, along with the accent, but he assumed that half-inched meant...stolen? "Either that, or they had some in the kitchens." He responded with a smirk, taking another bite out of his food, and then a sip of soda. "Name's Darius, but you probably heard from the Hat."

Thieves Guild

Name: Crow. Age: Unknown. Appears in his early twenties. Weapon: A long, slightly curved blade that he keeps clasped on top of his hand. It extends a few feet passed his fist, and can be retracted into his glove. Tools: Lockpicks, throwing knives, shuriken, wire, smoke-bombs. Bio: Crow was born as a young boy on the streets, in the ghetto. He first made his kill as a six year old, running away from a butcher with a loaf of bread. Afterwards, he was recruited into the guild. Not important info: Fast, strong, and skilled. He doesn't change his clothing as a thief. Let them fear him.

Trip City

It's cool~ I'll post soon.

Thieves Guild

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