Name: Basil Desima
Age: 850
Gender: Female
Race: Human, or Vampire Vampire
Appearance: Basil Desima
Bio: Basil is known for her quiet nature and ruthless anger. Most who know her call her simply Basil, as anything else might get you killed. She is quiet as the night, but her age has given her time to practice her skills. For three hundred years she spent her time alone in a hidden vale. Living off the animals and the wandering travelers who happened to pass by. Her skill in hand to hand combat is nothing comapired to her skill with manipulation.She may be quiet but her silence mean that her mind is at work and that she is ploting.
Other: She always keeps twin dagger tucked into the tops of her mid-thigh boots.....
Name biggrin raken
Age:23
Gender:Male
Species biggrin emon
Element:Spirit
Bio:N/A
Pic:Draken
NAME: Tamea Goldenrod
AGE: 67
HEIGHT: 5'4
WEIGHT: 115
SEX: Female
CLASS: Bard/ Warrior
RACE: Drow
WEAPONS: A shimmering scimitar on her right side. It has a slight purple hue that hangs about the slender blade. The hilt is shaped like that of a unicorn, gracefuly carved and smothed. It almost seemed alive. On her left she has a short sword named simply dimmergloom, little is known about the weapon
ABILITYS: She has like all drow the ability to do simple drow magic ((See magic D)). She is a two-handed fighter, and moves with the grace of all the elven race. Being a bard she also has minor bardic spells ((See magic B))
MAGIC D: Sleep, puts enemies into a deep slumber. ((This drow spell is one of the strongest sleep spells out there)) levitation, She can raise herself only. Darkness, drops a blanket of blackness over everything within a ten foot radius.
MAGIC B: Bard song, raises group moral. Magic missile, tiny missiles shoot from her fingers. Fireball ((Self-explanitory))
DIETY: Miliekki
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
APPERANCE: Tamea Goldenrod
CLOTHING: She wears black tights, with a tunic of a shimmering soft black material. The top is tight fitting and the front is open almost to her navel. Her skin looks deeply tanned , with a slight grey cast to it. She wears mid-calf knee high boots, the tops turned down slightly and a small red button or jewel on the outside of each boot. Two gleaming dagger hilts peer over the tops of the boots .About her neck hangs a thin golden chain with a golden unicorn on its end. The medalion sits at the base of her throught. A red belt is about her waiste, hanging slightly lower on the left side. Her weapons rest easily in there sheaths.
HISTORY: She was raised in her elven home. Deep below the earths surface. a place nown to all those above the land as Despinade, to the Drow it is known simply as Arginotha. Its true name given it bye the first evil elves, who's story is ancient. ((Ask me maybe I shall give it))
She would be one of the first Drow females in the school of melee . A place that taught the best of the drow, and once a year held a tournament for senior students. All the student would compete against each other. The last one standing would win. She did not like this idea, of killing or injuring other drow, even though the rest of the race thrived on this type of activity. She choose to leave in her last year. Late at night, well what would be night in the eternal darkness of the underdark. She took with her only what was needed, weapons cloak and a backpack. Inside her backpack was a wineskin a bedroll, and rations to keep her going. After many days of wandering through the miserable underdark she came to the surface, via a small cave in the side of a mountain buried deep in the woods. Behind her followed her vile drow kin. Tossing her over the ledges edge, into the darkness of the woods below.
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Username -Tamea Goldenrod
Name - Jezabell Se'loria
Age - 2584
Race - Pure Vampire
Personality - Intelligent, filled with wisdom of the past ages. Quite most of the time, unless she feels there is need to talk
Bio - Unknown
Weapon(s) - A whip that is said to sting with the bites of a thousand vipers. Twin daggers in her boots, and her razer sharp silver nails.
Powers - Flying, agility
Tattoo Appearence - three stars on the edges of both her eyes.
Appearence - Jezabell Se'loria
Clothing:Black tightfighting lace tanktop. Black booty shorts and leather boots that rise to mid thigh. On her left forarm is a metal armbrace of sorts, ingraved with the vampiric runes of her clan.((The pieces on her calves in the picture are over her boots and are a golden colour))
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Name: Chandier Le'Modrag
Age: Unknown
Race: Drow/ Myrdrall
Appearance: She stands 5'4 with long silver hair. Her skin is tanned, with a slight ebony cast to it . Deep purple eyes filled with wisdom beyond her apparent age. Her pierced ears and clothing are strange to any of the lands. Seeming to come from beneath the sea itself. Her back is smooth and shows no sign of her large bat like leather wings.
Chandier Le'Modrog
Companion: Belth' azer, A horse of a strange kind. Seeming to be made of water, but solid. It was ebony grey in color wih the same silver hair as its master for main and tail. Swirling designs seemed to come to life beneaths the horses shimmering coat
Abilities: Flying, Infravision,
Magic: water magic
Weapons: A syth with a deep black hue about the curved blade. Golden runes encase the long handle. Her claw like nails with silver tips. As well as a dagger she wears hidden beneath her skirts. It is blood red a thing of beauty. The only thing she was ever given from her mother. The blade itself could render any man her slave. A whip that she uses on occasion. It is said to sting with a thousand bites of a viper.
Bio: A drow priestess she would have been. The best, but misfortune took the 'twisted drow'. Swept her away into the sea. She studied for many a year under the sea folk wizards. Learning the art of water. A better companion was never found then Belth'azer. Her trusted horse and friend.She has remained hidden for a long time. below the sea, with the sea folk. Mermaids or some such thing . A cross bread of two vile creatures. Myrdrall, the twister ones who should not breed. It is said they are soulless. The winds of the earth do not touch them, not the weapons of men...And a Drow Elf...twisted in itself. The mind of the drow thrieved on chaos. Chaos coursed through her blood. The call for blood, louder then even a vampires.
Chandier lay at the edge of the water, she had long since existed beneath it's calming surface. Now she lay on the grainy sand of a beach, the dark night sky looming over her. She could feel the wooden shaft of her sythe against her finger's, and hear the water as it moved in and out against the beach. Each time just barely missing her feet as if teasing her. The elders had said it was time, for what she was unsure.
Shaking her head slightly she sat up slowly and looked around. The beach gave way to tree's no more then twenty yards from were she lay. wood's that stretched farther then her eye's could see. Or perhaps it was the lighting she had never seen before.
Standing up she ran her hands slowly down the front of her ankle length netted dress. It was cut low and the netted material clung tightly to her curvy frame. It split just abover her navel almost as if it was really a skirt and top. Sandles with leather ties laced up her calves and a belt of silvery gold was about her slender waiste. A few small pouches hung on either side of the belt. In both her ears were large star shaped earing. At the tip of her right pointed ear was a single large golden hoop. Traingulr shapes had ben tattooed on either side of her eyes, running down the sides of her face and neck. Sighing softly she gripped the sythe in both hands and took one last look up at the moon that rose high above her head
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Name:Elissindra Fandrangle
Age3457
GenderFemale
RaceFallen Angel
PersonalityQuite unless there is need for words
Appearance(s)Silvery white hair and milky white eyes that shimmer slightly beneath the surface. She is slender, an almost elven build but with pure white feather wings. Thick silver cuffs enclose her ankels and wrists, bonds of a life ages past. Her clothing changes as do most peoples from time to time, but most often white slippers adorn her feet, with soft bells at her ankels that jingle almost as if on cue.
Ellissindra Fandrangle
WeaponsA pure white quarterstaff with wolves carves in circles around the wood.
PowersHealing, white magic, ability to speak with wolves
Their LifeElissindras life was one filled with peace up untill her 475th birthday. Demons broke out on the earth, the devil unleashing his hellish spawn. She was part of a special faction of warriors, known for there skill with quarterstaffs. As well as there ability to communicate with wolves, a special gift granted them by there Lord. She watched as her comrades were picked off one bye one. There arms and legs ripped off in a frenzy of beastial brutality. Her last memory was of one of the beasts great gapping jaw coming towards her, and then blackness.
She awoke to find herself beneath the ground, in a large open room. No windows to shed a light unto her weary eyes. The constant smell of charred flesh her only friend. Here she stayed through many decades, her will to live strong as she sat haggard beneath the earth. She passed out of time and space, drifting from the memories of her kin and they from her.
Ages past as she sat chained beneath the earth. Thick steel links holding her captive in the hidden room as villages were built and re-built above. Alas one day she was rescued, found beneath the earth. Her life spaired, and an eternal dept earned.
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Username;Tamea Goldenrod
Name:Talouse Domandred
Age:unknown..appears 17
Gender:female
Race:vampire
Bio:Talouse grew up at a time before the war had really broken out. Before the war of the vampires Lycans and humans had even begun. Shortly after her 17th birthday she was wisked away by a man of shadows. Her world spun out of control with the late nights and the tortured dreams of the man she could only see when darkness fell. She still remembers the day nearly five hundred years ago when he came to her and told him his secret. She begged to be with him, salty tears streaming down her cheeks untill he knelt beside her. She remembers seeing into his mind as his teeth sunk into her neck, her hands clenching tight around his wrists.
A few days later she awoke, cold, alone and misserable. He had bestowed upon her the dark gift, and she hungered for something she had never before tasted.((Stopping here or this could go on forever))
Personality:quiet and quick to anger
Appearance:Talouse Domandred
other:She has a pet wolf named Little Brother
Name:Talouse Domandred
Age:unknown..appears 17
Gender:female
Race:vampire
Bio:Talouse grew up at a time before the war had really broken out. Before the war of the vampires Lycans and humans had even begun. Shortly after her 17th birthday she was wisked away by a man of shadows. Her world spun out of control with the late nights and the tortured dreams of the man she could only see when darkness fell. She still remembers the day nearly five hundred years ago when he came to her and told him his secret. She begged to be with him, salty tears streaming down her cheeks untill he knelt beside her. She remembers seeing into his mind as his teeth sunk into her neck, her hands clenching tight around his wrists.
A few days later she awoke, cold, alone and misserable. He had bestowed upon her the dark gift, and she hungered for something she had never before tasted.((Stopping here or this could go on forever))
Personality:quiet and quick to anger
Appearance:Talouse Domandred
other:She has a pet wolf named Little Brother
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