.: The Mountains :. (Sign Ups!)

[Bulbasaur4]

The Mountains

“Get it! Fire NOW!” Arrows rained down upon the madly dashing figure, as it seemed to gracefully avoid the shower. Several people, clad in leather-bound armor were madly wandering about the forest in pursuit of the dashing creature. It was apparent however, that this creature knew the forest well and was easily getting away. Swiftly passing the trees, weaving in and about the great massive trunks of the olden trees gave him safe passage. The humans eventually gave up their pursuit, as one of them turned to a darker-dressed figure.
“ We lost him again.” The darkened figure nodded, narrowing his eyes as he slung his quiver about his shoulder.
“He’ll return… he always does. Besides, eventually our works will be completed and we can find them, and finally claim our land.” His low voice seemed to growl as he looked to the others. With a very definite authority, he ushered them to head back down the mountain.
“Back home, men.”

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The figure continued to run for the rest of the day, swift as the night overcoming the land. The ‘figure’ of course, was that of a centaur-like creature. His main body was that of a deep ginger-black horse, of course except where the horse head was supposed to be, was the torso and upper half of a human. However, he also had wolven and hawk-like features as well. Even slight hawk wings protruded from his horse-like body, although it was clear that he could not fly.
Swiftly however, he came to a clear jutted rock which overhung outwards from a steep cliff. The jutted rock overlooked the entire valley below… which seemed to be almost surreal. Trees of all origins grew below… intermixed with intertwining rivers and a few light ponds. Lush patches of valley-like grass sprouted about, along with several forest-like areas of beautiful arrays of flowers. However, the most magestic of all this were the several glimmering palace-like structures which seemed perfectly intermixed with the forest. It was obvious a great kingdom was imbedded in the forest.

The figure seemed trapped however, standing upon the jutted rock with seemingly no way to get to the lush kingdom below. Yet with out hesitation, suddenly he leapt forward… as if committing suicide. His body plunged below, until he slowly opened his smaller-portioned wings which allowed his fall to come to a slower pace. It almost seemed as grace rested upon his shoulder, as he plunged into the small pond in front of the main portion of the land below. Instantly his wings folded back up, and his legs wildly went about so that he swam back up to the surface. Swimming for a little bit, he came to the rocky outcropping of the pond and his horse hooves instantly found footing there. Hoisting his body back out of the water, he shook his fur and then swiftly went into a gallop.

An extremely small, stoned-clad path showed his way as he ran through the thick, intermixed forest. Vines hung low about his head as the forest seemed to hum and buzz with excitement. He passed a few similar creatures who seemed to be attending to the trees, who stared as he whirled pass. They knew who he was… and it wasn’t long until he ran over a small river, finally reaching a grand structure. It was obviously the root or the center of the forest… white, ceramic-looking walls glittered in the sunlight as he approached. The structure was quite tall and the origins of its construction was a mystery. The stone path widened infront of the palace-like structure as he neared, slowing his gallop as he went up steps. There were no doors… so he swiftly entered the structure. After passing many large corridors, painted beautifully and embroidered well… he finally reached an opening in the middle of the palace structure. It was there, several centaur-like creatures stood, as if waiting.

“Ah, Churoan… you have returned.” A large Centaur-creature came forth, bowing lightly to Churoan who did the same. He was obviously male, having male humanoid-features as another, lighter figure came forth as well. She smiled quite lovely, eagerly speaking.
“Tell us the news.. is it true that they’ve finally passed the second mountains?”
Churoan gravely nodded, taking in a breath.
“ The humans are upon the second mountain as we speak. I do not know why they are so intent on taking over and destroying the forest. However, they are searching to get rid of us and the Gods so that they can fully claim the forest and destroy it. They ran into me, and I fled their arrows… but it doesn’t matter now. They’re heading to the top of the second mountain and plan on destroying Vieniia first.”
Many faces turned pale and grew shocked and worried. Churoan gave a grave nod once more.
“ Excuse me for saying so, but we cannot hide any longer. We must join forces with the Gods and fight.”

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Yes, in celebration of my health… (long story) I’ve made a new RPG to kick off my return. You can look in the AWAY topic for the story. Anyways, this is a new idea I had… and you can thank the movie, Princess Mononoke, for this idea.

Basically, here’s the plot:
There is a great city, to the west of a series of mountains in where humans live. They live in a valley, where they mine the forest for many different minerals and sell it all around the country. They are quite wealthy and powerful… although they currently are at war with a farther off kingdom due to the dispute or fight over the ore-enriched mountains. Yet, these humans are less worried about the war and are more into taking over the mountains for good. There are 4 mountain ‘lines’ and the humans have destroyed, or completely dried out the 1st mountain line. They have begun to enter the 2nd mountain line, but there they have met resistance.
Gods, four in fact, live in the mountains. One god lives on one mountain for each mountain line. The first God, Hurakon, was destroyed by new human technology (obviously forms of guns). Hurakon was the God of growth and harmony, and was the least destructive of the Gods. Three of the other gods represent other things as well.
Past the four mountain lines, is a great and rather mysterious kingdom. They harbor Centuar-like creatures called the Dirvons. They are just like Centuars, except for the fact that they usually have other animal qualities other than just horse and human. They have lived in balance with the forest and Gods quite peacefully for thousands of years. Their land is strange and beautiful… having great massive trees and plants which seem to be from all over the world, growing in one place. Like the mountains surrounding their kingdom, their land is mysterious and holds many secrets and strange creatures and places.


There yah go! So here are positions/character you can behold:

DIRVONS:
(I will be taking Churoan.)
- Make up your own Dirvon, freedom is granted here. Go wild with their appearance.
- There is a ‘king’ and ‘queen’, so you can be one of those.
- Dirvons have a council and pretty much any class… so go wild.

HUMANS:
- Free range here. You can belong to the army or the village that is attacking the Gods and the Dirvons, or you can be a freelancer. I want the majority of all humans to be against the Gods and Dirvons for their own reasons. (It can be you’re seeking power… or perhaps revenge. Or maybe you’ve heard a legend that you can be granted wishes or perform miracles with the death of a God…)
- Humans need a leader too. You can put that you’re the leader of the humans attacking the Gods. If you are the leader, please name your city!

GODS:

- There are three remaining Gods. You may create their name and their two representations. Every God (Or Goddess) has the form of an animal, but that animal is far larger than normal. You can alter appearances a bit as well. You are a God after all.

You can have two characters, although they must be from different categories.

Alright… now here are the forms.


Name:
Gender: (F or M)
Age: (Approx. will do.)
Species: (God, Dirvon, or Human?)
Breed: (If you’re a God… what’s your animal form? If you’re a Dirvon, please tell what animal parts you are. You MUST include some human (for the torso) and horse. 3 other animal parts are allowed. If you’re a human, then you can leave this blank or add your own heritage.)
Position: (If you’re a God, just put GOD. If you’re a Dirvon or Human… put your rank or position in your society.)
Appearance: (Descriptive please. Pictures are accepted.)
Personality: (No need to be too extensive.)
Side: (Whose side are you on and why?)
History: (Any history we need to know?)
Relations: (I will allow some humans to have known Dirvons… but no blood relations. Dirvons can know Gods… humans do not know the Gods. They have rebelled from that path long ago.)
Other: (Anything else?)




Name: Churoan V’chorix
Gender:Male
Age: About 100 years.. (considered a young adult.)
Species: Dirvon
Breed: Human, Horse (Arabian to be specific), Wolven and Hawk.
Position: He’s considered ‘the guardian’. His job is to border their mountains and keep an eye on the humans as well as interact with the Gods. His job is respected, although he doesn’t officially have much political power.
Appearance: Churoan is medium-sized for a Dirvon. He has the main body of an Arabian horse, with a ginger-black coat. However, instead of having a horse tail he has the tail of a wolf. Towards the hooves of all his legs, his fur becomes thicker and coarser like that of a wolf’s as well. He also has two golden hawk-wings which protrude from the middle of his back. They’re quite useful for long drop-offs and jumps… although he cannot fly. His human half is considered ‘handsome’ on human terms. His skin is slightly tanned and toned. His face has defined cheekbones and a slender jaw. His eyes are hazel with flecks of extreme light green and yellow, which stand out even more so with his rather thick eyelashes. His hair is slightly fluffed and has a bit of a curl towards the top of his hair, along with being a rich dark brown in color. He has a tattoo upon his right shoulder- the marking of the Guardian. The symbol is a crescent moon with an arrow going through the two pointed ends of the crescent.
Personality: He’s level headed and down-to-earth. He has good communication skills and has great knowledge of the world beyond the Dirvons. Many younger Dirvons go to him for stories or information, as well as older Dirvons. He’s compassionate and good natured, although he tends to get a bit angry and rash when it comes to humans.
Side: He’s with the forest. He’ll do what’s best for the forest. His reasons are because he’s supposed to protect the Dirvons, and they rely on the forest as well as all living things. Plus he’s on good terms with the Gods… and they protect the forest.
History: Churoan’s mother and father passed away several years ago, but they were respected ‘Tree Keepers’. Churoan was fond of learning but often would break away from groups to go exploring with his friends. He left the kingdom on a little adventure when he was merely 20 (quite young) and got into a lot of trouble with his parents and the higher council. (It’s forbidden to leave until you’re 30.) However, he accelled with learning and was quite intrepid, so it was fitting that with the death of the old Guardian, he became the new and youngest Guardian to take position- 65. Since then, he’s met all the Gods and at least been aquainted with them enough to be allowed to speak of them in each of their realms. He’s spied and traveled far to see the humans as well.
Relations: He knows all the Gods. (Perhaps better friends with some Gods than others?) All other relations are accepted.
Other: Churoan is known mostly for his speed. He needs to be fast in order to get around the mountains.

[Mystic_clown]

Glad to see you're back B4.

Anyway, can I reserve a human and, if it's okay with you, a God too? I'll try to get my forms in as soon as possible.

[Samchu]

KALAH! *huggles* eh heh...welcome back.

Anyways can I reserve a human? And possibly a Dirvon...still undecided on that but I'll have it decided by tonight.

[Bulbasaur4]

Yay! Okies.... two humans, one god and a Dirvon reserved.

[classy_cat18]

Um, can I join too? I would like to reserve a human if that's okay with you. Oh, and can my human know your human, M_c? It's good to have you back, Kalah.

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Senpai is alive! *glomp*
Um.. I hope violent gods are acceptable...

Name: Mikelats
Gender: F
Age: Errh... very, very old? As old as the land itself? 'Thousands of years' should cover it... although she's not the oldest god.
Species: God
Breed: Hyena
Position: God. *grins*
Appearance: A very large and scary hyena, at least six feet tall, of the spotted variety. Her teeth seem to be the main fear-inducing factor: they are large, carnassial, faintly yellow, and often shown in a wide, mocking grin. Her breath is heavy and cloying with a faint reek of dried blood, and her muzzle is marked with the scars of previous fights. Mikelats' fur is tawny and spotted with dark brown and black. She has the rough look of a war veteran who will fight to the death if a fight is picked with her. Her eyes are yellow.
Sometimes, usually in human eyes, she may appear to be a dark-skinned woman, with yellow eyes, tawny lionlike hair and a wild look about her, and thirty-two sharp, pointed teeth. (<--- Is this fine?)
Personality: At best, Mikelats is not a very nice person. As per her representations (war and chaos) she is violent and not necessarily fair. She possibly has good intentions but no one can really tell under all that contrariness. The only thing that's certain is that she will defend the forest. If you are quick and witty with your words and actions you could be on your way to amusing her and ensuring your longevity. She has a rather twisted sense of humour.
Side: The forest. Because it's her duty. Though this doesn't mean she won't have some 'fun' while doing her duty.
History: Until now Mikelats has never had any real purpose, the areas of her dominion having scant little to do with anything the peace-loving Dirvons and the denizens of the forest did. She just was; a fierce, cantankerous goddess living atop her mountain range (nicknamed the Unreachables), which is notably the most forbidding and dangerous to approach of all four mountain lines, with death-inducing cliff faces and precious little footholds. Now that the humans have come, stirring up war and bloodshed, she's gained a fair amount of importance, as she's likely the God who is most willing to fight and hardest to kill.
Relations: Uh.. I'll edit more in when other people sign up. She looks upon Churoan as a 'favourite son', ie. someone she likes to rile up/talk to, and would probably not hurt or kill; this also applies for Jolonar. Aheheh.
Other: She is the goddess of war and chaos. In this respect she finds the humans amusing; they seem to enjoy war so much.

EDIT: Put in some relations; might edit more later once I get to talk with xhin.

[Vulpix.ck87]

Howdy B4 ^^ long time no see!! Could i please, please reserve a Dirvon? I'll post my form tomorrow - i know exactly what he's gonna be like.. :biggrin:

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

Erm.. hoping to have a God! Hey Wen, wanna do what we were tentatively discussing?
Okies! Editted my profile. ^.^

Name: Kirian
Gender:Male
Age: So old that he’s not too sure himself
Species: God
Breed: puma concolor(not too sure about this),or Cougar (well I saw a documentary on cougars/mountain lions a few nights back) ^_~
Position: God I guess?
Appearance: He normally has short greyish brown fur with a snowy white underside. Like normal cougars, he has a black tipped tail. His head is somewhat larger in proportion to his body than that of a normal cougar(he likes to say it’s because he has a bigger brain), but this isn’t noticeable unless you place him side by side with a normal mountain lion. Larger than a normal cougar, he weighs over five hundred pounds. His body about 3 metres long, and his tail is bout half of his body length, and his shoulder height is roughly about 6 feet tall, so his total height when he’s standing on four feet is about 7 feet(roughly). He has a pink nose that turns red when he gets angry or embarrassed, and his two ears are also black tipped like his tail. He has silver eyes(Well Mikelats has golden eyes you see so I don’t wanna have golden eyes too), and his muzzle is blackish with stripes of the greyish brown fur. He has extremely long legs, and very muscular limbs, with huge feet. Do I need to mention extremely sharp teeth and claws?
In his humanoid form, he is a tall man with longish silver gray hair, silver eyes that are slit like a cat’s, and he has three reddish stripes on each cheek, that looks like a cat scratched him from his jaw to his hairline .
Personality: He get angry quickly, and has very little patience and even less tolerance for stupidity or incompetence. However, even if you anger him, you might still be safe as he might suddenly just feel too lazy to bother with you, but mind you, he holds grudges. He doesn’t like picking fights though, and usually goes out on his way to avoid arguments. He enjoys what he calls “verbal sparring”, and also a good hunt. Loves a good joke, finds odd things funny. He hates too hot or too cold weather, and enjoys napping.
Side: The forest. Because trees provide lovely shady spots for him to nap in.
History: The occasional hunting of various creatures(for sport because he doesn’t really need to eat), lazy napping in tree and chatting with the Dirvons is basically all that Kirian wanted in life. He found out that his domain functioned pretty well without constant supervision, so he lets things run along with as little effort from his part as possible.
Revelations: He hunts random creatures occasionally to have some “excitement” in his life. However the prey he hunts will somehow turn up again the next day alive and confused, with no memories of what has happened within the past twenty four hours. For this reason, the inhabitants of his domain call him the “Eccentric God”. He rewards the “prey” occasionally and give them their hearts' desires if they have been a decent challenge and an enjoyable hunt .
Other: He is the God of Dreams and Illusions(?? trying to think of a related thing to dreams and this is the closest I can think of). Once in a while someone will annoy him by saying a god of dreams and illusions is basically a god of nothing. That's when you hear the screaming, because his domain of "dreams" also include nightmares.

[Bulbasaur4]

Alright, humans and Dirvon-craving people... don't worry. I really don't have a set limit so reservation isn't needed, but it is noted.
All Gods that have been posted (Chiko-sai and Hype) are accepted. However, Hyper how about you have one of your two God traits as final? What I mean is... while he can be 'unsure' of his representations, how about one of them is for sure while the other is unknown. That way the Dirvons and the other Gods would know why you'd be considered 'a little bit' of help. lol...

Oh, and normally I'd say that MC would have to take Vieniia now... but I'm gonna open another God spot. A 5 God if you will... (since one of them died.) But this God has free range about the 4 mountain lines. So I'm guessing THAT GOD will be a birdy-ish god. Have fun.
Oh, and Chiko-sai... your god will have range over the 3rd Mountain line AKA "Unreachables". Hyper, your God has the 4th Mountain line.

[Samchu]

Name: Sabin
Gender: M
Age: 27
Species: Human
Position: none (look below for explanation)
Appearance: http://www.cinemas-online.co.uk/film...ty/3-large.jpg he carries a longsword over his back.
Personality: Sabin is a...somewhat undefinable character. He seems to only care about himself but he never does anything that would harm the forest. He tries to remain cut-off from any civilisations so as to preserve the life that he has created for himself. Due to this, his social skills aren't as civil as most humans' but he can successfully handle a conversation - should the need ever arise that is.
Side: freelance - none
History: TBR
Relations: None
Other: Sabin lives in the forest and has spent most of his life there (reason will be revealed l8r). He lives in balance with its harmony, unlike the humans from the village. He keeps himself secluded from all life, he doesn't want to get involved.

Name: Cailyn
Gender: F
Age: 98
Species: Dirvon
Breed: Human, white stallion.
Position: Midwife - it's her job to deliver the Dirvon newborns and to occasionally help with their upbringing
Appearance: Cailyn is a small/medium Dirvon with the main body of a stallion. The fur that covers her body is a brilliant white with well-defined legs. Her skin is a lightly tanned hazel and she has deep blue eyes and long ivory hair that stretches down past her lower torso. She normally wears it tied in a long braid to stop it from interfering with her work.
Personality: She's very strong and level-headed, she has her views and has the courage to stick to them. If there's something she really wants, then she'll try to get it no matter what it takes to get it. By nature, she has a somewhat gentle disposition but she is one person you do not want to cross.
Side: Forest, it's her home and she'll die protecting it.
History: nothing important here
Relations: 'Likes' Churoan
Other: She can fight - it's just a closely kept secret at the moment.

[EngiMatikul]

Hmm... I'll take the 5th God spot if it's not taken. MC can choose whether he wants the god with a mountain or the one that wanders, I can make up a char for either.

[Bulbasaur4]

So, unless MC signs up... all God spots are taken.
Samchu, your sign ups are accepted! ^_^

[classy_cat18]

Name: Kiva
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Species: Human
Position: Nurse
Appearance: She's about 5'9", with brown skin, small brown eyes, and shoulder-length dark brown hair worn in two pigtails. She has a skinny build with long legs that are usually covered in long pants. She also wears a white long sleeved T-shirt and simple leather shoes. Around her neck she wears a necklace with a crescent moon pendant made of an smooth unknown stone. She wears a black belt with a holster for her dagger.
Personality: She's tomboyish, but caring when it comes to the sick and wounded. However, she is stern with people who carelessly hurt themselves. She always wants to give people a smile when she meets them. She's nobody's fool and usually knows when someone is lying.
Side: Neutral. She just wants this conflict to stop.
History: Her father helps mine minerals from the mountains. Her mother died while giving birth to her. Um, I'll add more if I can think of anything.
Relations: None, but any takers?
Other: *stabs other*

[Mystic_clown]

Sorry I'm late to reply. Man, a lot of stuff can happen in one day. Engi, would you mind if I took the wandering God?

Name: Noah
Gender: Male
Age: ?????
Species: God
Breed: Raven
Position: God
Appearance: His beast form is similar to that of a large raven, possibly three times the siz of a normal bird. However, while raven's are usually, this bird has traces of white in it's feathers. His eyes are a brilliant green and his beak and talons are black with a tint of yellow.
Personality: Noah is usually calm and collected. It's pretty rare to see him show any emotion, let alone anger. But, this doesn't mean he wont fight if he has too. Despite his preferance to remain neutral, he can't stand by when a gret injustice is being commited. He doesn't have much love for humanity, especially for what they're doing now.
Side: Forest, mainly because he feels he cannot stand by while the human's commit this crime on them.
History: Not much is known about this god. He rarely shows his face to anyone, whether they're human, dirvon or even a fellow God. He prefers to watch others from a distance. He will shwo himself to others ocasionally, but only for a short period of time, he prefers not to get close to anyone.
Relations: none, but open.
Other: (Anything else?)

Name: Malik
Gender: Male
Age: looks between 26-28
Species: Human
Breed:
Position: Mercenary
Appearance: He stands at about 6'05'' and has a well toned build. He's quite handsome, depsite his sort of pale-ish complexion. He has short-ish, raven black hair, which is left in a messy fashion, has a small amount of facial hair and his eyes are a mixture of borwn and a red-ish tint, giving them a sinister look.

As for clothing, this guy wears a fair bit of black. A dark grey, turtle-neck shirt with a red pentagram on the chest. Over it he wears a pitch black over coat which goes down to his knees. Black leather pants and black, knee-high boots. He also wears a pair of black gloves with rine stones on the knuckles.
Personality: Malik has that mysterious charm to him that attracts people to him. He's normally quite casual, cocky and even playful on some occasions. He rarely seems to take anything seriously. He's known to love a challange and to follow any order without question, if the right amount is offered. He has a tendancy to annoy people, even his employers. But one can't help but wonder if there's more to him then that.
Side: Humans, mainly because he was hired by them, however, his motives for accepting their job is unknown.
History: Noone knows much about his past, but numerous rumours have spred. Some people claim that he learned his skills from a great swordsman and gunman. Others say he sold his soul to a demon for such skill while there are a few that believe he IS a demon.

But, whether these rumours are true or not, there's no denying the skill of this man. His willingness to sell his skills to the highest bidder is what made him perfect for what the vilage had planned for the forest. He was hired to help eradicate the dirvon and to even take out the Gods. He was offered a king's randsom in exchange for his services. He wasn't one to turn down a good job and this was no excaption.
Relations: none, unless someone asks nicely.
Other:

What do you think? I may add a bit more.

[Heald]

Name: Milus Johannes
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Species: Human
Position: Captain in the Human Army (btw what is the city called?)
Appearance: He is 6' 2", has medium length brown scruffy hair, usually has visible coarse stubble. He is quite muscular and well-built. His attire consists of black boots, black trousers, a white shirt and over this he wears a dark brown leather hooded-cloak with black & silver (in colour, not actually proper silver) lightweight plate armour at the shoulders, chest, stomach, waist and thighs.
Personality: Up front he delivers the impression of being a stern military figure but he only does this to maintain his authority. Those who know the real Milus will attest that he is a caring individual who would never recklessly destroy life, human or otherwise. He is a heroic individual who would gladly risk his own life to save others.
Side: Humans - he was born in the human city and has been brought up in the human army.
History: He originally came from a poor, destitute district, raised in a foster home for abandoned children as he was orphaned at birth, his father having died in battle before he was born and his mother shortly after his birth. Having inspiration from his father to lead the life of a soldier yet the compassion to understand how damaging death is, he rose through the ranks as a great warrior but also a great man, honest and proud.
Relations: None.
Other: His weapon of choice is a great sword, but he also carries two long swords as well.

[Bulbasaur4]

[color=royalblue]
I was going to let the leader of the city (whoever chose to have that character) decide the name of the city as an attractive bonus! However... if no one takes it, I'll most likely take that character and name the city myself.

Everyone is accepted, however there are a few problems with your profile, mystic_clown. Only a few... firstly, your God cannot have a human form. Gods don't like humans, they don't wanna look like humans.
Your human character is fine, just maybe tone down the appearance a bit. Metal and iron are hard to craft, so steel-toed boots really aren't in existance here. (Think Princess Mononoke.) I'll allow it though, but no glasses. They don't have those.. but that's it, other wise you're fine.

So Engi, looks like you get to take Vieniia. ^_^ Have fun with the God(dess).

[Pichu Luver]

[font=Garamond]Name: Jolonar (Joe-lun-are) Vykaendys (Vi-can-diss, cookies to who can tell me where her names come from ^^)
Gender: F
Age: 265 (uh . . . mid twenties I guess?)
Species: Dirvon
Breed: Human, Horse (Rocky Mountain Horse) and Seabird (Albatross)
Position: Scout. She spies on the humans from great heights and generally keeps tabs on their movements and expansions.
Appearance: Her coat is dark chocolate brown colour, fading to black on her lower legs. The brown part of her coat also has a dappled effect to it. She has a flaxen tail (means it lighter), fading from the dark chocolate of her coat to a light blond. Her hair has the same fading colour as her tail (look at the horse’s mane in the pic). She has extremely long wings, about 25 feet long. They are narrow and made for long distance flying, similar to the Albatross. She has to be going quite fast to take off, but she can stay in the air for days at a time. She prefers to launch off of cliffs, as it is much easier then launching from the ground. Once she is up though almost nothing can out fly her. Her skin is very tan from staying up in high altitudes all the time. She also wears a loose light brown t-shirt, with a dark brown jerkin. She also wears a chocolate brown cape that stretches over her rump and almost to the ground. Here is a pic of the horse body.
Personality: Calm, cool and collected is her basic run down. It is almost impossible to make her angry. She replies with perfectly normal conversation if someone is being rude, or yelling at her (if anyone has seen Serenity, think that assassin dude). She doesn’t usually make jokes, or laughs overly much. She is not snobbish however and will talk with anyone that wants too. Not that they do often . . .
Side: Forest.
History: She was orphaned young by humans killing her parents and basically raised herself. She became extremely proficient in weapons use and basically anything you can think of, she know how to use. She specializes in the bow and arrow however, and never goes anywhere without her bow and quiver. She is also especially stealthy for a being so large as well.
Relations: Um knows Noah rather well because she travels so much; if that ok with Mystic_clown. Mikelats finds it amusing to try and get her angry, and Jolonar greatly enjoys the very dumb things they can ‘debate’ over. She likes to use the cliffs as launch pads and so got to know Mikelats. Good friends with Churoan V’chorix (ok Bulbasaur4?). Also knows Vieniia from her needed time spent in um, his/her forest.
Other: When you can catch her singing, (which is almost never) she has a great voice.

[EngiMatikul]

Hmm... My character is going to be a little.. unique. I hope this is ok...

Name: Vieniia
Gender: True gender is unknown. However, for convenience, many have classified it as "Male". (will be explained later)
Age: ?
Species: God
Breed: Rumor has it that its true form is the spiritual form of a large butterfly. However, this has never been confirmed. (again, will be explained)
Position: God
Appearance: Vieniia has an enigmatic aura around him, and his appearance is never of himself, but of those who are viewing him. He has the ability to change his appearance to whoever has "seen" him (in the sense that they had an encounter with him and recognized he was there; if Vieniia was sneaking around and spying on people, he would not be able to change his shape until they have noticed he was there). The change is almost immediately upon recognition; once a being lays eyes on him, Vieniia is already the mirror image of him/her/it... if he chooses to, that is. More will be explained further on in the profile.
Personality: Vieniia is a very visual person; he would rather present his message through movement rather than speaking. However, he is able to speak, and when he does, he sounds exactly like the person/being/thing he has taken the form of. Vieniia is the God of Identity and Truth; he attempts to make people realize their existance and the place that they belong in the world. Because of this, most first encounters with the God prove to be confusing and frustrating; however, those who attempt to understand his meanings (usually) find themselves more confident and strengthened than before. Ironically, he does this by creating illusions and playing mind games... take note, however, that he does not physically "attack" his enemies. In fact, he rarely makes any physical contact with anyone at all, and thus seems to be a fairly harmless God. Those who have done vice versa, however, and made physical contact with him, think otherwise...
Side: Forest. His "War" against humans, however, is more towards attempting to convince them to realize the "truth" behind their ways rather than actually fighting them. If all else fails, he certainly can baffle the heck out of them.
History: The 2nd line of mountains is a popular retreat fo those who run away, feel lost, or want to know more about themselves. The area is usually enclosed in a thick mist with immense and looming evergreen trees; those who enter the mountains immediately realize that they can get lost really easily. In fact, the mountains are enchanted so that Vieniia can choose who can leave the forest once they have entered, and usually he doesn't let them leave until he has a few encounters with him. When he encounters an individual, he does not speak (much), but instead attempts to interpret his message through movement. When he does so, memories of the past, tragedies of the present, and dreams of the future may be brought up inside the mind of the individual, causing a bit of "angst" (for lack of a better word) and confusion. Vieniia would then attempt to help sort out these feelings for the individual until he feels he is renewed, which then he allows them to exit the forest. Though humans would just see him as a rather deceptive God, the Dirvons revere him for "showing them the way" and is essentially responsible for ensuring that very few Dirvons are confused about their existance. Many Dirvons believe that his true form is actually a part of every being rather than having an actual embodiement of the god himself (but there is! :O).
Relations: Recognizes any Dirvon who has "searched for themself." This includes Churoan and Jolonar (if it's ok with you two, B4 and Asayake), and has indeed helped them during their own trying times through life and allow them to become the confident versions of who they are themselves.
Other: Ok, Vieniia's powers are rather strange in itself (It's not just like "FireBALL!!" and I throw a ball of fire at you ) so I think I'll attempt to explain how they work. First off, he has NO OFFENSIVE POWERS AT ALL. So he can't attack, he can't even touch anyone. However, this doesn't mean he's a Harmony and Balance God clone. For example, the maze he set around his mountains is more than enough to stall the humans at least for a while. Even if humans cut down the forest, as long as that mist is around, it seems like there's another 2 trees for every one tree that's cut down. A second thing is when other people attempt to physically contact him. When he takes the form of a being, he not only seems to have every aspect of that being, but he can cause the being he is impersonating to feel whatever contact that God feels. So in other words, if a human shoots an arrow at the God who is impersonating him, and it hits the God's arm, the human will suddenly feel as if the arrow he had just shot was shot at him instead. But no, Vieniia not immortal and overpowerful; there is a method of killing him off that is very easy, but you humans will have to figure that out. :p Oh, one more thing; for whatever reason, his mountain line contains no large bodies of water. Before you ask, no, he is not weak to water. If you splash water on him, you'll just find yourself dripping wet. :p

EDIT: stupid confusion smilie

EDIT2: BS_Writing++

[Tyler and Hobbes]

Know that in the past few RPGs I've signed up for I haven't...participated as much as I've wanted to, but the holidays should give me time to clear my head. Hope it's okay.

Name: Iao Tzelmoth (“Iao the Great”)
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Species: Human
Position: Prophet; servant of “The True God”
Appearance: Although young, Iao’s face and demeanor seems to belong to a man twice his age. Most of the time, a slight twisted smile can be seen to play on his lips, as if recalling a joke that only he knows. Long dirty blonde hair falls just short of caressing his shoulders. Short stubbles dot his chin. His highest virtues (or vices, in his standards) are his two star-like blue eyes. His skin is slightly on the pale side, as if he hasn’t seen the sun in about a week. Despite all of this, he is considered devilishly handsome, but only by those who’ve seen him face to face. Taller than most men, Iao holds a commanding air, as if expecting people to jump with a snap of his fingers. Slim, he nevertheless appears to have appropriate muscle, though only when it suits him. He wears no armor, expecting no one to challenge him. Expecting it. All he wears is a long snow-white wool robe, with a red Latin cross on the back of it. It appears very uncomfortable.
Personality: Twisted, malicious, and hypocritical. Iao is all of these; made worse by the fact the he speaks “For God”. All is false and hollow. He hates life, and all of those who side with it, or anything in it. His personality is very chaotic, fluxing between a self-righteous holy man, and a suicidal maniac. At best, he can be seen as having no emotion, or thought of any kind. He is quite mad. He considers all of the things of the world; all pleasure, all joy, all happiness, to be things sent by the Demons (see History) to distract all “good and holy people” from the “truth”. All of these things are swallowed up and melded into a flaming sort by Iao the Great’s one true emotion: ambition. Anyone who is not with him is a servant of the demons.
Side: None (His own)
History: Once upon a time, Iao Tzelmoth was known as one of the greatest composers and musicians of the cities. Too bad nobody knew his name though…

The man known as Iao the Great, Prophet of the “True Creator”, rose to power in almost unknowable time. His following grew like, “thunder and lightning, in seven days”. His name spread throughout the realm of men, prompting ordinary people to murder in his name. Iao the Great had a new message, that the so-called gods who lived in the mountains were nothing more than idols. At best, they are demons, at worst, some kind of twisted monsters of the world. He told of a “True God”, creator of the world. Some said that Iao was this god, while others…they worshipped him as the Lord of Lights. As he plunges the world into chaos, only one last thing is what he wishes for. The Gods will bow to him. And he will plough the ground with a sword.
Relations: Relationships of the flesh are, “beneath him”.
Other: A master of a string type instrument, like a harp, and the flute.

Hope I didn't screw anything up [please don't shoot me...]^_-

[Bulbasaur4]

Yay!

Asayake- I like it! Just one thing... Dirvons are skilled in weaponry (non-fire weapons, but arrows...) but they generally are peaceful, so they wouldn't have your character's job yet. However, within a few first posts of the RPG they will have to defend the forest... so they can give you or 'title' your job. How about before that however, you were to keep an eye on the humans... a scout, much like Churoan except exclusively upon the humans. Just when Churoan went to look at them, your character was looking at one of the other human camps. (we can assume that there are scouting troups and base camps.) In that way, when you return to the DIrvon kingdom... your character can gain a new position as an assasin as well. Your messages could be delivered by Churoan or carrying-birds. Churoan is 'officially' supposed to be peaceful, and his main job is to watch over the forest in all of it's qualities and all of the species which inhabit it.

Engi- Very good! Creative like always...

Fireguardian- Glad to see you've been given a spark to join. I'm glad you've chosen a baddie, and a very good character-type for it too.

Thanks! All accepted! The God positions are officially taken. We need more human characters... and some Dirvons.
Depending on how that happens, we'll take off then.

[Weasel Overlord]

Hey! B4! Good to have you back. I'd like to reserve the Dirvon King, if that's ok...otherwise, just an ordinary Dirvon will do.

*claps* Hooray! Thanky! The form will be done either tonight or tomorrow.

[-/Deathborn/-]

Quick question, about when around here would this take place? I just want to know that before I go and post the sign-up. This is very interesting.

[Vulpix.ck87]

Name: Rhouxal Koeh [Roo-al Koh]
Gender: Male
Age: Approximately 62 years - (adolescent/ fifteen-ish in human terms?)
Species: Dirvon
Breed: Human, Horse, Red stag and Harris hawk
Position: Shaman apprentice (on the sly!)
Appearance: Rhouxal's build is slightly smaller than that of the usual centaur as he is not yet a fully grown male. However, he’s well on his way: he's broad shouldered and tall, and at no disability from his missing foreleg - if anything it has made his other three stronger. His heavily muscled rump and thighs are hidden amongst a thick shaggy fur, and the bottom of his human torso makes an easy transition into his equine features with a sudden growth of profusely tufted fur along the horse shoulders/breast/collar. Unlike most of his centaurian companions he has no horse's tail - instead he has a docked golden tail of the deer variety. His gold-red hide is pocked with white speckles, some of which reach along his spine as well, whereas his underbelly and the inside of the thighs are a warm cream colour.
His human features - ie. His body from the torso up - are unmarred by animal traits, all but the crimson-russet feathers that jut from the top of each shoulder blade. A growth of black-brown feathers run down below these, and recede along his ribs towards his stomach. His chest is increasingly speckled towards the shoulders with russet skin pigmentations, oval shaped birthmarks that increase in diameter towards his feathers. His face is almost completely human, and the only animal like features are his golden eyes - flecked with deep brown and bearing large pupils they are quite hawk like. His facial features are smooth and gentle, yet also defined and bold at the same time. His nose is straight and reaches a nuzzled end, his cheeks and jaw high, strong, but also softened by his still youthful features. A pair of horse ears rise up from the mop of russet red hair that adorns his head (his fringe comes in at the side of his eyes, and a longer tuft falls down between to tickle his nose, with longer strands framing his cheeks. The rest of it, coming to rest at the nape of his neck, bears toned strands of stormy-grey amongst the rich red-brown.) and a pair of would-be antlers rise out through the copious amounts of hair as bony velvet nubs.
Personality: For the most part he’s a very gentle person, and while he say’s what he thinks he prefers to present his ideas in a more diplomatic way, always sensitive to what other people might think. He’s been raised this way, to use tact with his language, and yet he’s young and often forgets himself. The occasional onslaught of teenage testosterone sends him into a downward spiral of alternate rage and sulkiness, but it is to be expected, is it not? He’s a quite curious fellow, eternally seeking information, and can be a little blunt going about this, though is hardly ever considered ‘nosy’. He’s determined to prove himself to the forest, to the memory of his master, and to the people of his own race.
Side: He’s with the forest of course
History: His parents belonged to a rogue herd of Dirvon and for reasons unknown were slaughtered by the group when Rhouxal was only a foal. Though his father fought for him, he was left orphaned and without the use of his front left leg, which ended up being amputated when he was picked up by the better known more civilised herds of the mountains. He was taken in by a great shaman and taught seer magic, plant based medicines and traditional tribal dances, as well as wilderness skills and archery by some of the other older males The other Dirvons never really knew the extent of the shaman's work and abilities, and so think Rhoux is merely learning of medicines and the likes.
Relations: The shaman died and so left his young apprentice to continue his work alone. Rhoux’s on good terms with the other centaur but pitied because of his 'disability'.
Other: He has more shaman ability than the old one knew, and he’s now beginning to realise how valuable he can be to the winning side.

Centaurian.. *shifty eyes* …yeees.

[Bulbasaur4]

Weasel- Yes, you may have the Dirvon King. ^_^

Deathborn - Think of Princess Mononoke times... so around Fuedal Japan-like Era, although there really isn't much of a 'time frame' in this world.

Vulpix- Yay! Good like always and definately accepted. ^_^


Alright... I'm closing the sign-up forms for Dirvons now. We have plenty. Now we need some huuuumansss....

If you're playing one character, remember you may have another *cough*humans*cough*

yeppers!

[-/Deathborn/-]

Heh. EDIT: Will edit later.

Name: Morgan Black
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Species: Human
Breed:...
Position: Military, he's a commander of an elite regiment of (this is a mouthful) Doppelsoldner-class swordsmen. Look below for pic.
Appearance: http://www.maj.com/gallery/Commander...pelsoldner.png Scanned picture. Like this, but lose the hat. Lose the smaller swords in the sheaths(sp?). The majority of his uniform is pure black, save the armor(gauntlets, chest plate, boots) He's about 6'2'' and his hazel eyes match his dark-brown hair.
Personality: He is no strategic minded commander- he must often turn to his 2nd in command for strategic advice of almost any kind. Morgan is quite impulsive, too-you mention him in a good or bad way, he'll start bragging about how strong he is, and some gorey advice on ways to kill a Dirvon with one swing of his 7ft sword.
Side: Human. Reason is because...well...he works for the military. He wants to drain all four mountains.
History: He is the son of a blacksmith, so his whole life was around swords, spears, and strong people. He eventully was taught to handle and fight with swords, starting with knives and soon escalating to two-handers, then eventully a genuine Zweihander blade 6ft long. This sword he would re-forge, lengthen, and call the Black Haze. When he was recruited into the army, they put him into a usual swordsmen regiment, but when he was training, he would often break the sword more than the target. So, he was put as the commander of an elite regimen of 7 strong soldiers-all armed with the 7ft sword.
Relations: None.
Other: Warg...Okay, he calls his sword the Black Haze. His troops often say when he swings his sword, a black mist pours from it. Many a Dirvon have had gorey deaths at the hands of Morgan's sword.

[Weasel Overlord]

EDIT: Finished! However, a note to Vulps...I didn't see your sign up when I wrote mine...so I did not steal the first part of your name, ok? I don't want you to be wrathful...*cowers*
EDIT EDIT: (heh) Why did no one tell me that I had a human part to describe too? *feels like a fool* Not like it was obvious or anything...

Name: Koehwyn Orion (Ko-eh-win Or-ee-on, the first ‘o’ in Orion is harshly sounded, one short syllable)
Gender: Male
Age: 357
Species: Dirvon king
Breed: Huge, shaggy Shire horse in grubby white and grey, Human, and Red Elk.
Position: King, need I say more? What? I do...? Fine...Koehwyn trained as a Ranger before ascending the throne, and as a result of this he is possibly the best Dirvon with a longbow, his muscular arms providing all the strength he needs to pull the string. Maybe this should come under history...
Appearance: Koehwyn is large, about 18 hands, which is roughly 2 hands taller than your average Shire. His fur is a creamy white colour that fades to pure white at his shaggy hooves and glimmers almost silver in his tail and the velvet covering of his majestic horns. Along his back he has a ridge of shorter, coarser hair that is muddy cream in colour and this goes all the way to his rump. His tail sits neatly, despite his otherwise rough appearance and it doesn’t easily tangle, the same with his long silvery hair which is fine and glimmering.
From his head sprouts a pair of branching Elk horns covered in velvet silver. They have at least fifteen small branches coming off the main five on each, the sheer number of branches indicating his superior wisdom and strength. The tips of the horns are sharp and pointed, and would quite easily run through anyone who bothered Koehwyn of threatened his people. His fine hair lays between his horns and comes down between his eyes, half covering them so he is often seen tossing it out of his face. It reaches to the top of his spine and flows down his haunches to around his knees.(?)
Koehwyn has dark green eyes, which is odd for a Dirvon and they are deep pools of wisdom with pale centres, and his facial features are strong. His skin is pale, almost ethereal, and he goes pretty much naked on his top half. On the Hunt, he throws a richly embroidered cloak over his shoulders to keep away the scratchy thorns, but more often than not it falls off and some yound Dirvon gets picked for the onerous task of finding it! This cloak is dyed with a rich green and has the same twisting vine pattern as his bow and horn. The embroidery is thick and covers all of the cloak, inside and out,, and the details are picked out in hues of brown and gold. The cloak is quite heavy material and it ties at the neck with a slim, wooden leaf-and-thorn brooch.
Becasue of the ritual loss of his cloak, all of his top-half is criss-crossed with thin, white scars. However, Koehwyn sees these scars as trophies, and he scrapes a stick coated in green pigment through the fresh ones, leaving a fresh trail of dye that sinks into his skin and stays there. Because of this, his torso, back, arms and hands are a mass of swirling rune-like green, a perfect example of his fighting prowess.
Over his shoulder, he carries a large hunting horn carved out of Oak and embossed with twisting vine patterns that are picked out in deep green pigment. This horn has a rich and melodic tone and he uses it to start off the hunt, usually, although it will probably see more use in the coming war(?) with the Humans.
When Koehwyn became King, he declined the traditional hunting spear and continued to carry his longbow. This bow is the size of Koehwyn himself and carved out of supple Willow. It is strung with twisted threads of silver Aspen bark, and is so powerful that only Koehwyn can draw it, let alone loose an arrow from it. Swirling designs are embossed down the length of the wood that resemble those of his horn, other than the fact that these have leaves dyed with green-tinged gold and deep brown dyes where the branches twist and weave their way about the bow. The arrows are around half the size of Koehwyn’s longbow, made out of sturdy Oak and fletched with brown-dyed feathers.
Personality: Koehwyn rules his people with a strength and wisdom that is instinctive to him and his judgements are rarely challenged. Though he is king, he prefers to get involved with the ‘normal’ Dirvons, often helping in the hunt, and he has quite good relations with the younger ones especially.
Koehwyn is both warlike and gentle. When at peace, he is the mildest Dirvon around, but when he is enraged his wrath is dreadful to see. And who wouldn’t tremble to see the weight of the King galloping towards them, hooves denting the ground and horns lowered? At times like this, his eyes fade to an almost demonic green and glaze over with bloodlust. So much to say, he is totally immersed in the hunt, with no thought other than his prey.
Completely the opposite in peace, he can often be found sitting with a group of children, telling tales of Dirvon legend or singing historical ballads in his grave voice.
Side: The Forest, his realm.
History: Koehwyn became King when his father died at the hands of a Human mining party. Koehwyn was roughly 200 when this happened , but he took to the throne like the proverbial fish to water, gaining the trust and love of his people and a fierce fighting reputation.
Before his ascension to the throne, Koehwyn was a Ranger trained in longbow fighting. He loved this job and parts of his rule now still reflect his roots; he allows no Dirvon, young or old to disrespect the Forest. It is rare, but in such a case he metes out just discipline to the erring Centaur.
Koehwyn was one of the best Rangers in the group, his territory spanning over a quarter of the forest. (Rangers are allocated a territory to guard when they begin that increases over time as the Ranger’s skills grow), and he was often seen driving straying Humans away from his home, loosing mighty arrows as he went.
Relations: Good friends with Rhouxal, if that’s ok Vulps? Maybe they could be distant family…what with their similar names and all...?
Other: Hrrm…he has yet to find a wife to join him in his rule of the Forest, although he is on the look-out as it were.

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

EDIT: Now *Almost* Finished

Name: Wilhelmina (Mina) Mitmakis
Gender: F
Age: 21
Species: Homo sapiens
Breed: Hedgewitch; as in, a herb healer and local psychologist, whom villagers would go to for help. She's the last one.
Position: Refugee on the run. Sort of.
Appearance: Her face and hairstyle are roughly like this. Her hair is white and her eyes grey. She is thin and angular, and usually wears severe black dresses with a high collar and minimal trimmings, although her stockings are striped red and white. Her earrings are carved bone. Her boots are hobnailed and steel-capped and not friendly to knees.
Personality: Mina comes off as a cold fish, most of the time. She is very opinionated and doesn't hesitate to voice her thoughts, depending on the situation. She has a short temper and a very firm sense of justice and balance; everything that happens has a backlash, whether positive or negative, in her view. She has a lot of common sense, and generally won't hurt anyone unless they've hurt her first, or unless she feels that they're rotters. Also rather too sarcastic for her own good.
Side: Freelancer; she's on her own side. She does want to do some God-hunting, because of the rumours of miracles, though... she just thinks that the humans who are destroying the forest solely for their own economic or theological interests are fools. However you could consider her 'evil' because she wants to commit god-icide.
History: With the recent religious upsurgence brought on by Iao, the formerly respected hedgewitches were quickly set upon by frightened villagers and subjected to 'witch trials', sort of like the Inquisition. Mina is the last one of these hedgewitches that actually admits to being one; she is very proud of her heritage.
Relations: She will eventually begin to know and recognise the Dirvons in this RPG, because she's not the type who forgets anything easily. She has never seen the Gods, but she wants to know more about them, and eventually hunt them down and gut them like fish. Also thinks Iao is an idiot. (sorry... Mina's just like that ^^')
Other: She can hit people very hard with a well-placed kick.

[classy_cat18]

One little question, Kalah. What is the medicine like in the RPG? Is it fairly modern or is it just like Feudal Japan?

[Tainted]

Name: Harlequin

Gender: Male

Age: Thirty-Seven

Species: Human

Position: Wandering Drunk

Appearance: Harlequin sports alabaster skin, and medium length black hair. His facial features are powerful, with a chiseled jaw, strong chin and high-set cheekbones, but at the same time they seem very fragile. His face is laden with a short layer of stubble, and his eyes when not bloodshot are a pale blue.

He is lightly muscled and has not an ounce of fat on him, so thin he appears sickly. Harlequin stands at 6’5. He wears ragged black pants, the legs of which were ripped off somewhere between the knee and ankle far too long ago. Harlequin also wears a sleeveless black vest in a V-neck, the V stretching down to the bottom of his chest. The vest looks as if it once did have arms, but they have since been lost. He wears absolutely no kind of shoe, the soles of his feet hardened from many years of walking without protection. On his left hand there is a fingerless black leather glove.

Harlequin carries a strange curved blade in a black sheath that is connected to a sling he wears over his shoulder. He loves this sword and treats it like a man would treat his own child.

Personality: At first glance most would think Harlequin was insane. He mumbles, talks to himself, speaks in riddles often and is drunk most of the time. What people don’t know is there is an actual person behind the drunkenness, a very intelligent and well-spoken person. He hates to fight, despite being very good at it. He doesn’t like other people very much, unless you’re one of a special few that he doesn’t mind. Harlequin generally decides in the first moments he meets somebody if he will love them, or be indifferent to them for the rest of his life.

Side: Neutral. He doesn’t care for sides and rather acts as a median.

History: Harlequin’s father was a skilled swordsman of the army famous for his seemingly strange technique of fighting. His mother died in his youth, so he was raised for the most part by his father, who taught him everything he knew about anything. Most of his father’s teachings focused on the use of his special blade, the slim, slightly curved blade that was used in a style that was more agile than it was physical. It concentrated on using the opponent’s own energies against themselves, and weaving in and out of large and long blade swipes to get up close with the enemy. Around his thirteenth birthday, when Harlequin was at a very pivotal point in his sword training: his father passed away.

With his father’s death, there was brought a great depression that seemed to seep into everything Harlequin did. Harlequin became an empty shell that focused only on his sword training and bettering himself, so that one day he would be as good as his father, as he had promised him. His friends and town members had began to wonder why he preferred to be alone so much, and it was then that he began drinking. He thought his friends and town members would see drinking as a suitable source for him being different. If he drank, they didn’t ask questions: they assumed.

Relations: None.

Other: He has the ability to remain completely silent when he wants to be. He is known to creep up on people without them even having the faintest clue anybody was nearby. Harlequin has perfected this ability by not wearing shoes. Ever since he was a child his father denied him the privilege of wearing shoes, his father never wore shoes either.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Bulbasaur4]

Medicine is at a minimum. AKA- HERBS! lol, no magick healing 'cept maybe for the Gods... but they don't seem to be the healing type. Humans killed off the one that would have been healing.


Oh, and I'll have my form up soon and then the RPG will start.

[Erandi Brazul]

How about one more human?

Name: Utgar Mandella
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Species: Human
Position: Leader of the Ax-wielders
Appearance: Long, black hair grows down to the middle of his back, and all of it is pulled into a pony-tail. He has no bangs, so you can clearly see his green eyes as he stares at you, penetrating you. His whole body is built; his face is sculpted, his biceps are well done...you get the picture. He stands at a whopping six feet, nine inches, giving him yet another edge to his leadership. Dark circles under and around his eyes make it appear as though he doesn't sleep. His outfit is simple, and black: A white undershirt is covered by a black over shirt and then covered by minor leather armor, also dyed black. An insignia of the Ax-wielders is displayed on the upper-left corner of the armor: Two axes crossing each other. Even though the axes are for chopping down trees, he carries around way more than he needs. Two, hand-held axes are either at his belt or in his hands, two throwing axes are connected at the ankles, and a giant, two-handed axe is strapped across his back. No one has ever yet to see him pull that out.
Personality: Quite serious all the time. He wants to get his job done: He loves the smell of burning wood, as well as the sight of a dead enemy, such as a Dirvon. To Utgar, Dirvon are annoying creatures that get in the way of his duties. He has a short temper with those directly under his command as well, but huge patience when dealing with his superiors, which include kings and war figures.
Side: Humans (for reasons that are quite clear)
History: That you NEED to know? Not really. I generally tell the players what they need to know about my role-playing characters…like, if I think another player might know his parents or something…
Relations: Of course, Dirvons hate him and he hates Dirvons…he is quite the villain to them. He doesn’t believe in the power of the Gods, therefore the Gods despise him. Humans look up to him as a strategical leader; even though he controls merely the tree choppers, he has been seen working with the army commanders, and rumor has it that he has trained many of his ax-wielders in the art of attacking with the axe’s…