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I'll put something here eventually. Specifically for this site. Just getting back into the grove of things.

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This is for my own sanity. Read at your own curiosity. I leave them vague here to help with conversion. Also rated based on who I enjoy playing more.

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Character Name: Nivaar Dean Swann [Tobias Dean Swann for modern settings, but I will keep with Nivaar for the rest of the profile.)

Nickname/Alias: Niv or Swann

Date of Birth: [Subject to Change based on RP] Usually 25-30 years of age

Place of Birth: [Subject to Change based on RP] Usually a small farming village/ranch/homestead

Place of Residence: [Subject to Change based on RP] Usually considered a 'vagabond', staying at Inns/Hotels/Tiny Apartments

General Appearance:

His frame is the first thing most folks notice when the 'Paladin' walks in. Standing at 6′ 4″, Nivaar is a very large individual. His form is well cared for as he usually is in heavy plate or in a career where physical fitness is required. Blessed (Or cursed) with a classically handsome face, Nivaar's deep-set eyes are blue in color and betray more of his emotions than he'd like. His nose has clearly been broken once or twice, a small bump and scar marring the once straight sniffer. He normally keeps a clean shave, but once in a while he'll let the darker blonde beard hairs stick around. He keeps it short. His hair is a much lighter blonde color than his beard and he has mastered the 'bedhead' waves. He uses no gel or products other than a brush.

Handedness: Left-handed, though he eats with his right.

Tattoos/Marks: Usually a 'knight' or 'law-keeper', Nivaar has a plethora of scars and marks. The most noticeable one, as it's on his face, is the small scar on his nose. It dips to the right of his nose and stops just before the cheek. He has no tattoos.

Best Qualities: He is a loyal friend and once you have his trust, it will take a lot to break. His kindness can be seen as a good/bad quality, but he’s not a pushover who will just be blindly kind to anyone. His laugh and smile. It’s infectious.


Bad Habits/Vices: He tends to think he has to take on problems by himself, leaving some of his best friends in the dark as to how he’s really feeling/handling things. He's terrible at talking about his own wants or desires, usually turning the conversation or action back on itself or into a circle.

Phobias/Fears: While he has no phobias (That he knows of), he's uneasy around overly sexual people and situations. He'll avoid them like the plague. He also fears making a mistake large enough to cost a life.

Quirks: He collects things, and when he says things, it literally means things. Weird bent metal, vials of dirt or sand. Rocks with interesting formations. Papers with strange writing or signatures. Anything he likes, he puts on a shelf. Usually there is a story behind the item such as a location he visited or a person he met that left an impression.

Sexual Background: (Everyone's favorite part) Nivaar Swann, at the age of 17, took a Vow of Celibacy. More as a promise to himself than for any religious reasoning. Knighthood/Law Career takes a lot of effort and he believes his time is better off spent working rather than finding a partner. Despite that, he has stated that he would have no preference as to who his partner would be if he were to have one. The vow is not forever.

Favorites:
Food: Ice Cream
Favorite Meal: Lemon-pepper chicken with garlic red-potato wedges.
Drink: Milk
Alcoholic Drink: Beer, specifically red ales.
Clothing: Loose fitting cottons. He's usually not very picky. Tends to wear layers.

Goals and Motivation: Duty, Honor, Justice. (Yeah, yeah...)
Morality/Ethics: Nicknamed the 'White Knight', he's a lawfully good man. He hates the loss of life and will even go to extremes to make sure that there is none. He's been known to step into situations based on what should be done, even if it's against his own feelings. This does not mean he will not reap justice when it's clearly due. He will always choose the quickest and most painless methods, whether it's in execution, imprisonment, or representation.

More to Come!
Thanks! I hope so too! I feel as an old man getting out of bed may, bones cracking and blooming with arthritis, but the old man still remembers how to ride a bike!
So, as the title says, I'm back after a two year hiatus. My father passed right as I joined and the family tornado swept me up and kept me hidden from tech for awhile.

Back and refreshed, I'm looking to get back into old hobbies I never wanted to truly give up. Here's to round two!!
Nivaar and Sonya are going to spend hours talking food, I can see it now.
As a warning to folks, I just received news of my father's death. I'll try to post as much as possible, but it may be a day or two between posts. Sorry.
Just as a warning to folks, I just received news of my father's death, but I will try to post as much as I can. It may be a day or two between, but I am enjoying this roleplay and would like to continue with it. Something needs to keep me mentally sane.
I am going to have to drop out of this.

I just received news of my father's death and I can't promise on a set posting schedule. I'm lessening my load until I can take it all back. I apologize for the sudden leave.
Looking down to the Elfling, Nivaar smiled and stuck his hands into his pockets, "Thank you, Cameo." He patted his belly and then returned his hand to his pocket, "Been feeling a bit heavy the pass few days though. Glad to see you're out of the medical tent." He rocked back on his heels as Blim started to speak. When he mentioned the fisheries, the half-elf perked up. Fish!? Frozen fish? On gods above he could make some nice meals with that. Make it last for weeks if he could get to it in time and preserve it. He started making mental notes on what he'd really need to bring now.

At the mention of their team leader, Nivaar removed his hands from his pockets to chase down the Orc. He of course gave Cameo a quick pat on the head and smile before leaving. Despite her being older, he found it hard to not be as protective of her as he was with the other children. Even though she could probably wipe the floor with his skinny ass.

Once catching up to the Orc, he called out, "Oy! Ral'gene!" His lope-sided grin was in place again, holding his hand in greeting. "It'll be nice working with ya, finally." Despite having offered to be a Dweller, Nivaar had had to first earn his place as one. This would be his first raid with the Outsiders.
There's no limit on post size in the Free Roleplay section, she/he can post as large or little as they want unless stated by the GM. I believe that;s why people like using the Free Roleplay section.
Legal Name: Whiteloft, Valaeli
Date of birth: March 15th, 1944
Parents: Sven Whiteloft - Deceased
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Female
Extra-Curricular Activities: Chorus, gardening, student body president (three years)
Languages: English, Spanish, learning Latin

The following questions are hidden, as to not alert those that see it. Anything written in this
area will be invisible to most people.

Species: Human
Mystical abilities: Can sometimes sneeze golden dust.
How are you special: Thin white horns sprout from her head, growing at an alarming rate with a
twisting pattern. Silver scale clusters appear in certain areas around her eyes, neck, chest,
fingers, toes, and legs.


Having been born in a small town in Europe during the Second World War, Valaeli and her father fled to the United States of America in search of freedom and a place to hide. Despite cutting and shaving down her horns, covering her scales with makeup, and making her always sneeze in a hankie, Valaeli never aged and that was noticed quickly. They traveled around, never staying in any place longer than five or six years.
Having out-lived her father by many years, she continues to run while cutting down her horns and hiding herself from the world, still believing she was just a freak of nature.
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