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LeonXIII · 10-22-2009, 04:01 AM

Name: Rai Shackle
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Backstory: Rai is the Northlander's main engineer, whos skills range from blacksmithing to inventing new items and attachments. Although his skill isn't like that of his previous master, his work is still durable, and his knowledge valuable.
Personality: Quiet and diligent, Rai will go through great lengths to surpass his master.
Race: Northlander
Appearance:

This picture but more human and less bearish.
Class: Engineer
Weapons: A large, double-handed wrench used for multiple things, along with a small hand wrench and spanner.
Skills: Brute strength but a little slow

Fieryfly · 10-22-2009, 09:20 AM

Name: Aryeh (actually it just means lion in hebrew...but i like it :P)
Gender: Female
Age: 18 and a half
Background: She had always lived in the forest, for her family was the offical family for helping the king (asuming there is one), but actually there were just spies, murderers, they hid in the shadows, so almost no one did no that they existed.
Personality: Cheerful but also quiet, she most of the time looks to things from the bright side. She is smart and knows almost everything there is to know from the forest. She loves to walk throught the forest one her own but can also show something of lasyness for things she don't want to do. She is very loyal to the king and her race, she would not decieve them if not necessary. If necessary she will do everything she need to do to keep herself alive. But Aryeh is also someone for a good fight with an official chalange.
Race: Kaijan
Appearance:
big picture so: http://s938.photobucket.com/albums/a...t=Cat-Girl.png
Aryeh is kinda small for her race but is stil around 1.80 (feet... mwa don't know anything about them..). She wears easy clothes, who seems to be able to melt into the forest with ease. On her beld she wears weapons, a small bag with some herbs and poisons and some water in a (what do you call it...) leather bottle...
Class: Actually Spy -- kill so fast, swift and quiet as possible. but she seems to forget that sometimes and then she is more like a really Warrior, strong and fierce.
Weapons/Skills: A weird looking sword: short but very broad (you see it a bit on the picture) and sharp on both edges. She also has a copple of knifes hidden and some poisons to kill with. She is fast and agile and is able to hid very well.

kain222 · 10-22-2009, 11:00 AM

(( My god, there're so many Kaj's...

That's what I get for making a furry race. >.>'

*Ahem.*

Anyway, starting post! Those that're thinking of characters can still join during the early stages. ))

Bugger.

That was all that could run through the young prince's mind (Allthough he dbouted he could be classed as a prince anymore.) As he stumbled across the lush green fields of the midlands. His eye was throbbing like crazy - mercifully he had encountered a merchant who he bought an eyepatch on. He had yet to look at himself in a mirror, but he hoped that the eyepatch atleast made him look handsome in a rugged way.

He nearly burst into laughter as he tried to imagine himself as a rugged warrior, and shook his head.

Over the horizon, the slum-city of Qal stood: Billowing smoke from the more industrial-ized parts of the city rose into the sky, steam and coal-powered engines doing their work. He had allways had an odd fascination with the Northlander's grasp on technology, it was... Impressive, to say the least.

As he reached the town, he gripped his rapier by his side. Slightly weary about the stories he had heard. He hoped that the fact his eye was removed, and the state he was in physically after nearly dieing at the fate of many assassins and soldiers, would cover up the fact most people he met recognised him as a prince.

Kilav shook his head, stepping into a musky alleyway of the slums. He looked down to the gold pouch he had at his side. It hung looseley from his belt, and nearly bulged with it's contents. He subtley slipped it into his pocket to protect it from pick-pocketers. He supposed that would keep him going for a year or so, but what would he do then? Perhaps he could become a mercenary - or an assassin of sorts. The prince shook his head at the idea of killing for money, that wasn't the life he wanted. Allthough he had been forced to kill, he had never enjoyed it.

He blinked, becoming snapped from his thoughts as he bumped into a Northlander, who was obviously drunk. He was about 3 foot in size, but incredibly muscular. The Prince had heard more than enough stories of their mighty strength to know that he shoudln't mess with them.

"Oi! Whurr do y' think y' goin, lanky shit!" He bellowed at Kilav - his Slum-accent standing profoundly out. The Prince grimaced, before raising a hand defensiveley.

"I didn't mean no harm, I just wanted to p-" He then leapt over a swipe, the fist of the Northlander ending up in the wood - and through it, splinters flying everywhere. In a blurr of motion, Kilav drew his rapier, swerved behind the Northlander, and placed the side of the weapon to his throat. "I suggest you run. Quickly."

He seathed his weapon, and the Northlander grumbled - quickly embrarrased by the ease at which the Prince had put him in a life-or-death position, and decided to keep walking.

Eventually, he found a bar, deciding to rest his legs, he opened the door. The air was musky and old, thick with smoke from goodness knows where. Despite the dangerous air inside it - rugged adventurers, theives, murderers, and death-dealers, Kilav found the inn suprisingly warm. And reveled in the refuge that came with it. He sat at the bar, carefull to stick to the corners so that he wasn't noticed.

Fieryfly · 10-22-2009, 11:38 AM

((srry I allready had a chara in mind and I didn't want to change it...))

Aryeh was sitting in a crouch on a roof of a great building and was looking down to the alley below her, carefully scanning the people who were walking down there. Not one cachted her interest, they were all normal people it seems. She had almost given up and wanted to turn away as her eyes fell on a guy she had never seen before since the time she arrived here. Quickly she scanned him, young, not to young but he had not yet seen all the horrors of this world, she estimated him around 18, 19, he clothes seems to fit quite well, so he must be quite monied and.. he was quite handsome although he wore an eyepatch she thought smiling. But the most what catched her eye was a shimmer of gold that dissapeared in his pocket.

Quickly she made her way down, making use of the many prominences (if that is the right word..) of the building and followed him. She saw how he enconted a drunken Northlander and how the guy beated him in a few seconds. Good fighter as well it seems.. She thought, hiding in the shadows. He walked off to one of the many bars in this city, choosing a spot in the corner. Also smart hea.. or maybe not so smart.. She grinned a bit as she walked casually to the bar ordering a drink, but her ears were pointed in his direction, her tail swinged a bit. She licked her lips and then walked towards to guy, plumping down on one of the chairs beside him.

"So.. new around here.." She asked with a grin on her face.

kain222 · 10-22-2009, 11:46 AM

The Young Prince shot her a sidelong glance, raising a brow and nodding slightly. Not sure what to make of her - Though he had an odd suspicion that she had caught his coinpurse. "Yes... I am." He stated, his accent seemed to stand out. And he looked her straight in the eye, though wondering if she had recognised him yet, or not. He was often curious what Qal's population would think of a prince sitting in one of their bars. He scanned her over - her kind tended to intrest Kilav, they were... Mysterious, in an odd way. "Is there somthing you want?" He inquired.
(( That's fine. :P ))

Fieryfly · 10-22-2009, 12:50 PM

((mm forgot to say in my sheet Aryeh likes joking around a lot :P))

Mmm polite.. maybe from a rich family or ... There was something about him that Aryeh couldn't explain, like he was kinda familiar but she didn't know why or from what.. Also an accent. This is quite an interesting guy. She thought as he looked her straighed in the eyes, she did not look away but looked a bit argesive back, like she wanted to say I'm not scared of you. She made a skew grin to him, twitching her ear a bit, her tail curling up around the chair-leg. "So were are you from?" She asked, completely ignoring his question. She sipped from her drink, placing her legs under the table in a comfortable way, then she looked questioning to him. "Ow and by the way.. do ya want a drink to?"

kain222 · 10-22-2009, 12:59 PM

Kilav frowned slightly, creases of concern snaking their way through his forehead. But he smiled warmly at the girl - She seemed... Intruiging, dangerous - but the kind of person that would be fun to hang around. He hadn't come up with a backstory. But he could easily pass as just a regular teenager of sorts from a rich family in his City. Yes, that would work.

"I'm from Valstram." He stated bluntly, he had enough money to buy himself a drink, but it would be rude to refuse the offer. "Sure." He said.

Fieryfly · 10-22-2009, 01:20 PM

"Well wait a moment then." Aryeh said as the guy accepted her offer, she jumped up and walked away, her tail waving behind her as she walked. This gave her some more time to think. Valstram.. Valstram.. interesting.. She ordered a drink at the bar, the same she had and then looked around to bar, but no one seems to have noticed her and the other guy. The barkeeper, a middle sized man, smiled to her as he gave her the drink. She smiled back but then gave him the money and walked back again.

"There you go." She said as she placed the glace on front of him and she sat down again. "Valstram hea.. I've been there once.. maybe twice.." She tried to recal every thing she did when she was there, that was not much... So she moved on. " So if you come from there tell me, I heard it was destroyed, attacked, so what happened?" She looked to him with an asking face, while sipping again from her drink.

kain222 · 10-22-2009, 01:25 PM

Kilav felt a twinge of guilt pull at his soul after the mention of the destruction of Valstram. He was meant to be the leader in his father's lack of presence, he was meant to protect them. "They..." He murmered, his eyes looking distant. "No-one knew who they were, they struck so fast. I di- We, didn't stand a chance." He took a pained sip from his drink, the firey beverage rejuvinating him slightly as he felt the burning in his throat.

Jackarhius · 10-22-2009, 04:15 PM

Name: Turok
Gender: Male
Age: 78 (Looks mid thirties)
Backstory: Turok was just a normal Kaijan cub until his village was pillaged by Raiders, he then lived in the forests for the rest of his childhood with the other refugees of his village. When he grew older he decided to train in double handed sword and musket skills. He later became a mercenary.
Personality: He doesen't really talk, but when he does he sounds very gruff and gets hot headed easily.
Race: Kaijan
Appearance:

With dark brown hair, he also wears a large leather armor over his torso which has no sleeves, long pants and some boots. He also wears fingerless gauntlets which go up to his elbows.
Class: Kaijan Mercenary/Barbarin, they like to wield large swords or muskets.
Weapons/Skills: Double handed sword and carries a musket over his back, he can hold the double handed sword in one hand.
Anything else: Nope.

10-22-2009, 09:20 AM	#22 (permalink)
Fieryfly Dixie Banana Bar Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: the Netherlands Posts: 294	Name: Aryeh (actually it just means lion in hebrew...but i like it :P) Gender: Female Age: 18 and a half Background: She had always lived in the forest, for her family was the offical family for helping the king (asuming there is one), but actually there were just spies, murderers, they hid in the shadows, so almost no one did no that they existed. Personality: Cheerful but also quiet, she most of the time looks to things from the bright side. She is smart and knows almost everything there is to know from the forest. She loves to walk throught the forest one her own but can also show something of lasyness for things she don't want to do. She is very loyal to the king and her race, she would not decieve them if not necessary. If necessary she will do everything she need to do to keep herself alive. But Aryeh is also someone for a good fight with an official chalange. Race: Kaijan Appearance: big picture so: http://s938.photobucket.com/albums/a...t=Cat-Girl.png Aryeh is kinda small for her race but is stil around 1.80 (feet... mwa don't know anything about them..). She wears easy clothes, who seems to be able to melt into the forest with ease. On her beld she wears weapons, a small bag with some herbs and poisons and some water in a (what do you call it...) leather bottle... Class: Actually Spy -- kill so fast, swift and quiet as possible. but she seems to forget that sometimes and then she is more like a really Warrior, strong and fierce. Weapons/Skills: A weird looking sword: short but very broad (you see it a bit on the picture) and sharp on both edges. She also has a copple of knifes hidden and some poisons to kill with. She is fast and agile and is able to hid very well. __________________

10-22-2009, 11:00 AM	#23 (permalink)
kain222 Loric's Lunatic Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: I leif in caektown, of course! Posts: 2,643	(( My god, there're so many Kaj's... That's what I get for making a furry race. >.>' Ahem. Anyway, starting post! Those that're thinking of characters can still join during the early stages. )) Bugger. That was all that could run through the young prince's mind (Allthough he dbouted he could be classed as a prince anymore.) As he stumbled across the lush green fields of the midlands. His eye was throbbing like crazy - mercifully he had encountered a merchant who he bought an eyepatch on. He had yet to look at himself in a mirror, but he hoped that the eyepatch atleast made him look handsome in a rugged way. He nearly burst into laughter as he tried to imagine himself as a rugged warrior, and shook his head. Over the horizon, the slum-city of Qal stood: Billowing smoke from the more industrial-ized parts of the city rose into the sky, steam and coal-powered engines doing their work. He had allways had an odd fascination with the Northlander's grasp on technology, it was... Impressive, to say the least. As he reached the town, he gripped his rapier by his side. Slightly weary about the stories he had heard. He hoped that the fact his eye was removed, and the state he was in physically after nearly dieing at the fate of many assassins and soldiers, would cover up the fact most people he met recognised him as a prince. Kilav shook his head, stepping into a musky alleyway of the slums. He looked down to the gold pouch he had at his side. It hung looseley from his belt, and nearly bulged with it's contents. He subtley slipped it into his pocket to protect it from pick-pocketers. He supposed that would keep him going for a year or so, but what would he do then? Perhaps he could become a mercenary - or an assassin of sorts. The prince shook his head at the idea of killing for money, that wasn't the life he wanted. Allthough he had been forced to kill, he had never enjoyed it. He blinked, becoming snapped from his thoughts as he bumped into a Northlander, who was obviously drunk. He was about 3 foot in size, but incredibly muscular. The Prince had heard more than enough stories of their mighty strength to know that he shoudln't mess with them. "Oi! Whurr do y' think y' goin, lanky shit!" He bellowed at Kilav - his Slum-accent standing profoundly out. The Prince grimaced, before raising a hand defensiveley. "I didn't mean no harm, I just wanted to p-" He then leapt over a swipe, the fist of the Northlander ending up in the wood - and through it, splinters flying everywhere. In a blurr of motion, Kilav drew his rapier, swerved behind the Northlander, and placed the side of the weapon to his throat. "I suggest you run. Quickly." He seathed his weapon, and the Northlander grumbled - quickly embrarrased by the ease at which the Prince had put him in a life-or-death position, and decided to keep walking. Eventually, he found a bar, deciding to rest his legs, he opened the door. The air was musky and old, thick with smoke from goodness knows where. Despite the dangerous air inside it - rugged adventurers, theives, murderers, and death-dealers, Kilav found the inn suprisingly warm. And reveled in the refuge that came with it. He sat at the bar, carefull to stick to the corners so that he wasn't noticed. __________________ Thats right, ladies. 500 posts! TWO THOUSAND POSTS BIATCH.

10-22-2009, 11:38 AM	#24 (permalink)
Fieryfly Dixie Banana Bar Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: the Netherlands Posts: 294	((srry I allready had a chara in mind and I didn't want to change it...)) Aryeh was sitting in a crouch on a roof of a great building and was looking down to the alley below her, carefully scanning the people who were walking down there. Not one cachted her interest, they were all normal people it seems. She had almost given up and wanted to turn away as her eyes fell on a guy she had never seen before since the time she arrived here. Quickly she scanned him, young, not to young but he had not yet seen all the horrors of this world, she estimated him around 18, 19, he clothes seems to fit quite well, so he must be quite monied and.. he was quite handsome although he wore an eyepatch she thought smiling. But the most what catched her eye was a shimmer of gold that dissapeared in his pocket. Quickly she made her way down, making use of the many prominences (if that is the right word..) of the building and followed him. She saw how he enconted a drunken Northlander and how the guy beated him in a few seconds. Good fighter as well it seems.. She thought, hiding in the shadows. He walked off to one of the many bars in this city, choosing a spot in the corner. Also smart hea.. or maybe not so smart.. She grinned a bit as she walked casually to the bar ordering a drink, but her ears were pointed in his direction, her tail swinged a bit. She licked her lips and then walked towards to guy, plumping down on one of the chairs beside him. "So.. new around here.." She asked with a grin on her face. __________________

10-22-2009, 11:46 AM	#25 (permalink)
kain222 Loric's Lunatic Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: I leif in caektown, of course! Posts: 2,643	The Young Prince shot her a sidelong glance, raising a brow and nodding slightly. Not sure what to make of her - Though he had an odd suspicion that she had caught his coinpurse. "Yes... I am." He stated, his accent seemed to stand out. And he looked her straight in the eye, though wondering if she had recognised him yet, or not. He was often curious what Qal's population would think of a prince sitting in one of their bars. He scanned her over - her kind tended to intrest Kilav, they were... Mysterious, in an odd way. "Is there somthing you want?" He inquired. (( That's fine. :P )) __________________ Thats right, ladies. 500 posts! TWO THOUSAND POSTS BIATCH.

10-22-2009, 12:50 PM	#26 (permalink)
Fieryfly Dixie Banana Bar Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: the Netherlands Posts: 294	((mm forgot to say in my sheet Aryeh likes joking around a lot :P)) Mmm polite.. maybe from a rich family or ... There was something about him that Aryeh couldn't explain, like he was kinda familiar but she didn't know why or from what.. Also an accent. This is quite an interesting guy. She thought as he looked her straighed in the eyes, she did not look away but looked a bit argesive back, like she wanted to say I'm not scared of you. She made a skew grin to him, twitching her ear a bit, her tail curling up around the chair-leg. "So were are you from?" She asked, completely ignoring his question. She sipped from her drink, placing her legs under the table in a comfortable way, then she looked questioning to him. "Ow and by the way.. do ya want a drink to?" __________________

10-22-2009, 12:59 PM	#27 (permalink)
kain222 Loric's Lunatic Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: I leif in caektown, of course! Posts: 2,643	Kilav frowned slightly, creases of concern snaking their way through his forehead. But he smiled warmly at the girl - She seemed... Intruiging, dangerous - but the kind of person that would be fun to hang around. He hadn't come up with a backstory. But he could easily pass as just a regular teenager of sorts from a rich family in his City. Yes, that would work. "I'm from Valstram." He stated bluntly, he had enough money to buy himself a drink, but it would be rude to refuse the offer. "Sure." He said. __________________ Thats right, ladies. 500 posts! TWO THOUSAND POSTS BIATCH.

10-22-2009, 01:20 PM	#28 (permalink)
Fieryfly Dixie Banana Bar Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: the Netherlands Posts: 294	"Well wait a moment then." Aryeh said as the guy accepted her offer, she jumped up and walked away, her tail waving behind her as she walked. This gave her some more time to think. Valstram.. Valstram.. interesting.. She ordered a drink at the bar, the same she had and then looked around to bar, but no one seems to have noticed her and the other guy. The barkeeper, a middle sized man, smiled to her as he gave her the drink. She smiled back but then gave him the money and walked back again. "There you go." She said as she placed the glace on front of him and she sat down again. "Valstram hea.. I've been there once.. maybe twice.." She tried to recal every thing she did when she was there, that was not much... So she moved on. " So if you come from there tell me, I heard it was destroyed, attacked, so what happened?" She looked to him with an asking face, while sipping again from her drink. __________________

10-22-2009, 01:25 PM	#29 (permalink)
kain222 Loric's Lunatic Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: I leif in caektown, of course! Posts: 2,643	Kilav felt a twinge of guilt pull at his soul after the mention of the destruction of Valstram. He was meant to be the leader in his father's lack of presence, he was meant to protect them. "They..." He murmered, his eyes looking distant. "No-one knew who they were, they struck so fast. I di- We, didn't stand a chance." He took a pained sip from his drink, the firey beverage rejuvinating him slightly as he felt the burning in his throat. __________________ Thats right, ladies. 500 posts! TWO THOUSAND POSTS BIATCH. Last edited by kain222; 10-22-2009 at 03:37 PM.

10-22-2009, 04:15 PM	#30 (permalink)
Jackarhius Super Duper Uber Mega Ultra Extreme Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: United Kingdom Posts: 870	Name: Turok Gender: Male Age: 78 (Looks mid thirties) Backstory: Turok was just a normal Kaijan cub until his village was pillaged by Raiders, he then lived in the forests for the rest of his childhood with the other refugees of his village. When he grew older he decided to train in double handed sword and musket skills. He later became a mercenary. Personality: He doesen't really talk, but when he does he sounds very gruff and gets hot headed easily. Race: Kaijan Appearance: With dark brown hair, he also wears a large leather armor over his torso which has no sleeves, long pants and some boots. He also wears fingerless gauntlets which go up to his elbows. Class: Kaijan Mercenary/Barbarin, they like to wield large swords or muskets. Weapons/Skills: Double handed sword and carries a musket over his back, he can hold the double handed sword in one hand. Anything else: Nope. __________________ 'The greater good? What is the greater good? I sure as hell know that it's not enslaving and killing innocents.' ~Crazy Wolfgang, In darkness, We shine. 'Whoever does not miss the soviet union has no heart. Whoever wants it back has no brain.' ~ Vladimir Putin Click here to feed me a Rare Candy! Get your own at Pokeplushies! Last edited by Jackarhius; 10-22-2009 at 04:33 PM.

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