Elfyria!

[kipponoui]

It's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
The Elfyria that we've all come to know and love is here, finally, after many a months! But first, for those of you who don't know the story, (or just forgot it) then here's the synopsis:

Elfyria. A land of magyk and wonder, of ogres and demons, nymphs and faeries. For several centuries, it has been a land of... well, 'peace', per se. There have been no wars, and blood shed has been minimal. There have been the occasional trollings (if you'll excuse the pun) and vampire raids, as well as a short-lived vampyre outbreak; but nothing too serious. Until the Winter solstice, that is. The day the sun went down, and never returned.
Outside the land of Elfyria lay the territories of Light, Darknesse, and Nuetrality. These lands have many other names, such as Heaven and Hell; however, those who live there haven't changed. In Darknesse, demons rage their wrath upon poor mortals foolish enough to wind up their; Lorde is the most ferocious of them all. In Light, angels sing their hymns to the high lord Kami. Nuetrality, the most powerful of the 3--yet the one very few are even aware of--is home to the Balancer, the one who maintains Balance between Light and Darke.
Lorde is the reason for this eternal Darknesse upon Elfyria. It is he who has trapped the Balancer and Kami away and spread his Darke throughout the land, affecting all but the select few who, for various reasons, were not affected. It is these few who must defeat him, or risk losing themselves permanently.

~--Legends--~
Throughout Elfyria, there are multiple things that can aid in the destruction of Darknesse.
These are the Legends, the things spoken about and passed on from generation to generation.
As these can restore the Light, the Darknesse has begun to search for them, so that they can never be obtained and used against the Darknesse.

Together, these three things are said to defeat anything or anyone. Seperately, they are of no use against the Darknesse. All three must be assembled before Lorde can be defeated, and Light restored to the land.

The Staff of Legend - Forged by the gods, this staff is said to be the most powerful magykal device in existance. It is able to summon great tidal waves or seismic cataclysms with a single tap upon the ground or wave through the air. However, it can only be wielded by the most skilled in magyk; those unfit to wield it faced a very disturbing ending.

The Bow of Legend - Arrows of magyk fire from this bow that never misses. It can pierce any armor, no matter how tough, and never runs out of arrows.

The Sword of Legend - It is unknown if this item is still in existence anymore--it's location has been lost for centuries. However, it is said that this Sword was forged by the Gods in the flame of the Dragon. It's hilt is rumoured to be made of man's most precious metal, the dwarves' most precious gems inlaid. It stands for a unity among everything and everyone, a symbol that can last forever. It is as strong as the Ones who made it, its source of power from the unity of the People.



~--Bios--~

Bios should use the following format:

Name:
Age:
Race:
Alignment: (Light, Darknesse, or Nuetrality)
Appearance: (You can just put up a picture, if you have one)
Weapons:
History:
Weakness (must have at least one):
Other:


Rules:
I just have a few simple rules that you need to know. Also, there's some info I need to give on races.

~Godmodding~
Ah, yes. the All-important problem in an rpg. No godmodding, please? If someone gives you permission to post under their character, kindly let me know in an OOC, mmkay? Also, please be considerate of your posting.

~Mary Sue~
Okay, for those of you who aren't familiar with the term, a Mary Sue ("author's pet") is the 'perfect' character. Everything works for them on a first try, and everything goes their way. And when something doesn't go their way, something just *happens* and suddenly everything's going their way.
I don't mind having Mary Sues (in fact, this entire story is perhaps one of the most Mary Sue-ish out there.) but please, just keep them from being copies of another character. Make them your own, please.

~Race~
Nothing too powerful, okay? I don't want a dragon running amuck with a band of humans, it's just too imbalanced. Okay? Okay.

~The difference between a vampyre and a vampire~
Yes, there is a difference. A vampire is your typical bloodsucking fiend, a vampyre is like a vampire but feeds off of abstract things, like emotions, energy, or age. Dun get them confused, mmkay? Mmkay.

~Control by the Darknesse~
If you chose a being, and it has been changed by the Darknesse, it gains power over a certain aspect of Darknesse. Fire bearers can now control dark fire, etc.
All Shadow Beings gain control over 'normal' shadow powers.
Here's an example of what I mean:
Elves - Excellent in both speed and agility. Very strong, and hard to kill. Their specialty magyk is in nature and healing.
If Darkened - gain Darke powers of Nature. Can turn plants evil, can decay instead of Heal.
Humans cannot be gain the power of Darknesse, it devours them.

And now, it's time for Mei's bio. ^^

Name: Meian
Age: Appears to be in 23-ish, is really centuries old.
Race: Fallen Angel
Allegiance: Light
Weapons: Mainly uses Magyk, but can use swords, daggers, etc. just as well.
Appearance: long, gray hair that is never tied back. It comes to just past shoulder-length. He also has creepy eyes that alternated between black, white, and swirl-type mixtures of the two.
He wears a long white robe with a black cape, He carries a double katana, though people have yet to see him use it....
Personality: Contains a near-infinite amount of wisdom, he also views things as a 'whole' rather than a 'piece', as most people do.
History: Previously an angel up with the gods, he's a self-Outcast. After going through a series of painful depressions, he chose a solitary life. He has been living up in the mountains, but when he sensed something was wrong, he ventured South to find that Darknesse was spreading. He then stumbled upon the group of Outcasts, and joined with them to save the land so he could return to his solitary life.
Weakness: He goes through temporary and short depressions, but they start at random, and often cause him to become antisocial for a time.
Other: He is most likely the one who's going to be affected by Darknesse the most, as he is vulnerable during his depressions.


Okay, and with that, I bid you ado for now! I'll be back within the week to check any character sheets up here. Also, for those of you in the original version, I managed to save your character bios--if you want them, just let me know.

[Eva]

I suppose I'll stay with Andra and Dahlia.

[Shorik]

First up.....

Name: Shorik Arlion
Age: 17
Race: Human
Allegiance: Light
Weapons:
Warrior's Sword- A longsword that has also been made with the width of a broadsword. The blade shines beautiful silver. The hilt is navy blue, with no special design, whle the handle is covered in black cloth, and has a sapphire embedded on the bottom.
Minor Magyk- Shorik can cast basic spells, like gusts of wind, fireballs, lightning strikes, etc.
Appearance: Shorik stands at 5'11", and weighs 137 lbs. He has a skinny frame, though he's built it well with muscle. His eyes are a sapphire blue, and are sometimes covered by his semi-short, brown hair, which has no particular style. He wears black pants, and brown travelling boots over his lower half. Up top, he wears a red tunic overtop a mythril chainmail shirt. The tunic also has steel shoulderguards attached to it. Shorik's hands are covered by leather gauntlets, which are steel-plated.
History: Shorik grew up in a fair sized village. In his early years, he learned the ways of combat from his father, and grasped basic magic from his mother. Life was alright for the young boy.

Until the sun set for the last time.

At first, not much changed. People were afraid, but nothing bad happened. But, maybe a week into the eternal darkness, the villagers began turning into dark fiends that began to prey on other villagers. Shorik's family was devoured by said fiends. Shorik himself, fended them off, and ran from his village, distraught by what had happened. For a few days, Shorik was afraid that he'd become a fiend too, but it never happened. Getting over his fears, the young man resolved to find a way to restore Light to Elfyria.
Weakness: Shorik's loyalty to people can easily lead him into a situation where his life is at risk. His emotions can also run wild, sending him into deep despair, or a raging fury. Typically when hsi emotiosn run wild, he loses control of himself.
Other: Shorik is well-trained in swordplay and can wield a second sword if the opportunity presents itself.

Then.....

Name: Argon Devroid
Age: 27
Race: Half-Demon, Half-Human
Allegiance: Darknesse
Weapons:
Demon's Blade- A singled-edged broadsword. Despite its size (and weight), Argon is able to wield it with one hand at will.
Appearance: Argon stands at 6 feet, and weighs 169 lbs. He is very-well built, where it is evident that he has muscles, but not to the point where he looks like a freak. He has red eyes, and black, shoulder-length hair. He also usually carries an evil grin. For clothing, Argon wears an black, no-sleeve, armoured tunic, black pants, and black, steel-toed boots. The thing that sets Argon appart from others most is his left arm, which is that of a demon's, with red, natural plating, long claws, and red flesh. He will hide this, however, with a navy blue cloak he wears over top his other clothes. To others, it would appear that he doesn't have a left arm, even though it is neatly hidden under the cloak.

History: Argon was the result of a human woman and a notorious demon. His 'father' didn't stick around, while his mother died giving birth. He grew up alone, and became accustomed to it. Other people were afraid of Argon, even though he wouldn't do anything. Eventually, Argon lost his temper, and slaughtered his village. He enjoyed such violence, and would seek it out every so often. To him, acts of violence were like blood to a vampire. He needed it to survive. Or at least, that's how he thought. When the Darknesse took over, Argon embraced it, and gained more dark powers with the promise of serving Lorde.
Weakness: Argon is overconfidant in his abilities, and will continue to fight until he is an inch from death. He could be outnumbered, and he would still dive into battle willingly. Also, when he gets angry, he tends to lose control of himself and might even hurt himself.
Other: Argon is quite talented in using Darke magic, but it is the only kind known to him. He can't cast any healing spells, nor can he cast any other elements apart from Darknesse.

And lastly.....

Name: Shudin Elcerion
Age: 22
Race: Human
Alignment: Light/Neutral
Appearance: Shudin stands at 5'11", and weighs 142 lbs. His frame is average, and his muscles reflect that. Shudin's skin is fair, and he has semi-short, messy, blonde hair. His eyes are a calm green. In the way of clothing, Shudin wears a navy blue tunic, black pants, a brown belt with numerous pouches, brwon boots, a black sleevelss coat, and a red bandanna over the top of his head.
Weapons: Shudin carries two weapons. One is a sword fit for a king, crafted from the finest steel, with a gold hilt complete with encrusted gems. The second weapon is known as the Bounty Boomerang. It is a steel, bladed boomerang capable of grabbing items and bringing them back to the owner. As a weapon, though, it's not that powerful.
History: Shudin was born an orpahn. He was taken in by an old woman who raised him through his earlier years until she died. Afterwards, Shudin took care of himself, taking advantage of a knack for stealing. By the time he was 17, he founded his own clan of thieves that went about Elfyria, stealing items of value from people, or the occasional ancient ruin. Shudin had gained the respect of his clanmates, and was given the title "Prince of Thieves".

Then, when Elfyria became shrouded in Darknesse, Shudin's clan sucumbed to the darkness, eventually destroying one another, alogn with their hideout. Shudin escaped before he could be caught by the madness, and sought out a new clan.

However, through his travels, Shudin realized that not many people were left to join his clan. And even so, Elfyria was no longer a land filled with riches to plunder. It was a dark land of despair. With this in mind, the Prince of Thieves decided to do waht he could to restore Light to Elfyria, even if his reasons behind it wern't that noble.
Weakness: Shudin is not much of a fighter. He can defend himself, certainly. But, he can't take on much without help. Also, Shudin tends to look after himself before anyone else. It's rare that he'll jump into a situation to save somebody if his life becoems at risk.
Other: As one would assume, Shudin is a master theif. He can steal almsot anything. As a result of this, he is capable of sneaking around unnoticed.

[Amber]

Well, cover me in **** and **** me sideways with a **** and shove a **** in my **** on a **** frisbee, this is just what I was looking for. Elfyria's back, baby!


Name: Edith
Age: 25-30 physically, well into the 1000s actually.
Race: Arch Angel
Allegiance: Light
Weapons: Edith is a master mage, capable of casting powerful spells of both defensive and offensive origin. However, her powers are severely crippled by the Darknesse, so she cannot use the magyk she normally can. Like Meian, she can also fight with weapons; in Edith's case, a white staff and a glowing sword.
Appearance: Edith has straight snow white hair that falls down her back and is tied in an alice bow. Her eyes have pupils, but her irises are white. Edith's skin is a shining pale. The angel is tall and voluptuous, although her posture is more intimidating than seductive. Her wings are almost never visible.
Her clothing consists of a long white dress with a white stole. The stole appears to be made out of a fur, but is far softer and warming than any known animal.
Personality: Edith is as calculating and methodical as any angel. She is capable of seeing the actions of others in more ways than just 'good' and bad'. Edith is also more than a little annoyed by the selfish habits of mortals.
History: Edith has and always will be an angel of Kami. She has ventured from the safety of the Light and into the realm of mortals, prepared to strike down those whom she knows to have caused this horrible imbalance. To her surprise, she has found an old aquaintance who is also seeking the same...
Weakness: As a being devoted to Light, Edith is substantially weakened by the Darknesse. While less vulnerable than others, as long as she keeps her guard up, she is not as powerful as she would normally be.
Other: Plays a mean game of cards.

[Tusk]

(( Ok I think I will go with two ))

Name: Tusk
Age: 145
Race: Half-Giant Half human
Alignment: Nuetrality
Appearance: Tusk stands roughly 12 feet high and with a heavy build. His brown hair is wild and goes to his shoulder. His green eyes are slightly covered by the hair and he keeps a scruffy brown beard. His arms both hold tribal tatoos of wild animals, the largest ones being Bears on both his arms. Scars litter his body and most are seen do to a brown bear fur vest that is unbuttoned and no shirt underneith. He wears a pair of brown leather pants that have metal plates cover them and two metal bracers on his arms. He wears a pair of Old brown boots that still look sturdy. He wears a belt that holds his axes and a bag filled with random things. He also wears a necklace that holds several teeth, one of them belonging to a dragon.
Weapons: He carries a greatsword with several arcane writings on the blade. He keeps it at his back. He has two axes that also has the same writings on the blades. These weapons can cut through, absorb, or reflect magyk. If absorbed, Tusk can make it where his attack also deals that magyk as added damage.
History: Tusk was born in the mountains to a giant mother. He was smaller and weaker, so his mother tried to kill him. She threw him to the wolves....literally. Tusk was saved by a nomadic people who just appeared as his mother left him. Due to his giant blood, he aged slowly, but grew rapidily. He was also not the brightest child in the caravan, infact he was one of the dumbest. However he made up for it with a brute strength that was far superior to most other races. When he was 50, or 12 in appearance, his tribe was under attack by a rather small dragon, but a dragon none the less. Tusk fought it and after almost being killed, he went into a rage and emerged victorious and took the dragon's tooth as a trophy. The Tribal Chief realized he was destined to carry the weapons of the first cheif. These weapons have survived thousands of years and was much too heavy for any other tribal member to weild. With these weapons, he earned the respect of the tribe. He was their warrior. He learned brutal fighting styles that used his size to his advantage. When the sun never rose, He was the only one who did not turn. Due to this, he was forced to kill his entire tribe due to them attacking him. This has made him drink even more heavily.
Weakness (must have at least one): Tusk is dumb. He can not grasp complex plans and it really affects his social skills tremendiously.
Other: Tusk goes into a rage that is triggered by extreme anger or desperation. This makes him stronger, faster, more ferial, and no state of mind. In rage, he does not stop attacking unless he is unconcious, dead, or he destroys what he wants to destroy. He can not distinguish friend from foe and if anyone looks like they are going to attack him, he will first. He is an animal in rage.


Name: Davean Sori
Age: 245
Race: Half Elf, Half human
Alignment: Light
Appearance:
Weapons: He carries a mace that can erupt in a holy fire. The fire seems normal, but Anyone aligned with the Darknesse finds it very hard to look at. He carries a sheild with his holy symbol, a picture of a dragon surrounded by the sun. This gives him the ability to reflect many darke magyks. He also carries a holy symbol of Kami that is just too bright to the Darke undead that they need to run away. He also uses Divine Magyk that is excelent in defence and healing. It also is a great weapon against the Darknesse but it does not harm Light sided and mildly affects those who devote themselves to neither
History: Davean was born into a very poor family who could not take care of him. The left him as a baby to be orphaned by the Clergy of Kami who had an orphanage. Davean grew slow in the terms of humans, but that never stopped him from enjoying life. However, due to his slow aging, he was always picked on by the human kids that he grew up with. He found comfort in the words of Kami and when he was able to, Davean joined the Clergy. He learned everything he could about the divine magyk of Kami and he showed a certain power in weilding it. When others were turning old and grey, Davean just hit his teen years and he began his duties in preaching the word of Kami as well as performing healings to those who needed it. He always treated everyone with respect and was always humble with his abilities. Due to this, his name was passed around and more and more came to him for healing. Davean then traveled Elfyria preaching and healing. He soon hit the other side of the land when the sun stopped rising. Now he searches for a cure to the Darke. He healed what he could, but that just was not enough. He is now with a group of others dedicated in stopping the madness.
Weakness (must have at least one): Davean finds it extremely hard to kill anyone. No matter the crime or threat to his own safty, he just can not bring himself to kill.
Other: Davean Is a master in defense and healing as well as battling with the Darknesse. His devotion to Kami gives him strength when he fights the Darknesse and gives him unwavering will to do what is good.

[Vale]

Name: Armarant Kangre
Age: Appears in his late 20's.
Race: Shadow Planeswalker
Allegiance: Dark
Weapons: Temporal Magyk.
Appearance: EXACTLY THIS

Personality: Armarant is what some history books call a "planeswalker". Although not even close to having limitless powers, that is the overall goal to Armarant's journey. He views everything through a looking glass, and extrapolates the meaning and knowledge from anything and everything. Although unsure by even himself how old he really is, he views all things as younger, and therefore less intelligent than himself. Currently, his master is Lorde, and he works as his personal Missionary to spread Darkness and ill tidings.

History: Although nothing is truly known of Armarant, due to his timewalking powers, he's managed to erase any formal presence of himself in any history book, map, or anything. Although it is known by Lorde, that Armarant is much older than the Darkness in Elfyria, and his existence predates most man. However, this again is due to his timewalking abilities. It's been noted that he fought for the Human Warlords when they rallied against Tyrants at the turn of the millenium, as well as apparently in the future. Although this could just be mere rumors, as even Armarant says "the future isn't set in stone."

He is motivated by one thing primarily, knowledge. And for the past 1000 years, he's been searching for a particular staff, one in which people believe to be the Staff of Legends.

Other: Temporal Magyk: He fights by opening small riffs in time (ultimately let's say someone casts a spell at him he'd counter it by sending it back 10 minutes *or ten seconds* and behind the person who casts it at him.) The more distant the time, the more energy it requires to cast the spell. So he typically keeps it fairly short so he could ultimately have someone's spell hit the caster instead of himself. The same works for physical strikes, but Armarant prefers to just jump through the rifts to escape.
He believes in possession of the Staff of Legends, he would have the power to blink all life out of existence, or as he views it "saves the world from the destruction he knows will come." However, he views himself as a self-styled god, and truly since multiple copies of him have existed at several points in time, it was in fact believed that he is in fact a god.

Armarant refutes this godlyhood, and only replies.
"Gods have ends. I have traveled where none have before, and I have returned to ensure that none will follow."

[Eva]

Name: Iphigenia Esmeralde Andromeda, known as Andra
Age: Over 1000.
Race: Vampyre
Allegiance: Balance
Weapons: Her fire magyk and her own energy usurping powers. Sometimes she just slits throats.
Appearance: Andra has long, silky dark blue hair that she often lets flow. With her pale skin, this gives her an enchanting look. She has been able to preserve her beauty by draining the youth from young women.
Andra almost always wears a black cloak with flared sleeves. Her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of cerulean. She is, in her own words, beauty personified.


(with blue eyes and without all the futuristic shit)

Personality: Andra is an...interesting woman. She has a habit of speaking in riddles and rhetoric to confuse others, usually to buy time for her to drain them. She takes pride in herself and others who take pride in themselves and does not like ugly people. She is patronizing and, very often, downright not very nice to be around. She is perfectly capable of feigning emotions, but she finds it to be a boring way to go through a conversation. Andra enjoys toying with the emotions of others, often comparing it to a game. She is also not exactly chaste, with men or women. She is not stupid, but rather allows people to believe that she is nothing but a shallow, pretty face.
History: Andromeda's history is fairly uninteresting. Her years before becoming a vampyre, though, are unspoken. She tends to neglect her own past and future in favor of living a decadent present.
Weakness: She is, clearly, a narcissist. While this fits well with her love of fire, she can be a bit...negligent of her duties. She almost let someone escape her grasp, after witnessing her draining someone, simply so that she could check her cosmetics.



Name: Dahlia Kain Blackfire (born Alessa Antiope Verdema-Andromeda)
Age: 18(appearance and approximate years active)/105(years alive, but inactive for 87)
Race: 1/4 Elf, 1/4 demon, and 1/2 Vilia. She has Vampyric traits (see her history), such as energy draining and fangs, but has no Vampyric blood.
Allegiance: Darknesse-attuned, but Light-serving.
Weapons: Black magyk. Dahlia is also capable of weaving intricate and nearly flawless illusions through a deep understanding of mental magyk. She is also a competent healer, although she is only an apprentice in that line.
Appearance:
Personality: Dahlia is, suprisingly, calm and level-headed. Despite her parentage and bloodline, she is warm and kind, but not a pushover. She tends to solve things in the most rational way possible, even if that way is dangerous for her or other people. Dahlia's calculating and calm demeanor tends to suprise people, since she is so young. Dahlia is also very sarcastic and condescending towards people that she dislikes.
History: Dahlia's life has been...interesting. She was conceived by a demonic elf father and a wicked Vilia mother. However, in a strange turn of events, Dahlia's father accidentally cast a spell that caused the nearest woman, a pregnant Vampyre by the name of Andra, to swap wombs with Dahlia's mother. Thus, Dahlia was birthed by Andra and Andra's son, Rowan, was birthed by Dahlia's mother, Electra Verdema. Andra named her 'daughter' Dahlia, but the child's true parents named her Alessa. Soon afterwards(meaning, the next day), Dahlia's father was killed in a magykal 'accident', and Electra was forced by a mob of townspeople to exile, due to her...troublesome ways. This left both Dahlia, who was still called Alessa, and Rowan to be raised by Andra. The Vampyre, suprisingly, took care of the two quite well. She had them for a decade and a half before she was forced to leave them, for reasons that she never explained. In order to keep herself and Rowan alive, Dahlia married a wealthy vampire named Xerso Blackfire, and officially had her name changed to fit her new title. After several years of boring 'formal' life, Dahlia left Xerso's manor and set out to find both of her mothers.
Weakness: Dahlia is acclimated to darknesse, but is not naturally affiliated with it. Because the source of her power is darknesse, she is extremely vulnerable to it yet has a strong resistance to it. Thus, if her resistance fails, she is doomed to become entirely engulfed in darknesse.
Other: Dahlia wields a scepter known as the Night Star, which is mostly for sentimental value but does help her during battle.


Name: Tellah Ventress
Age: 571
Quote: "Beg."
Race: Demonic elf.
Allegiance: Darknesse
Weapons:
Wrecker- Large axe with darknesse-attunement. Can split to become a throwing axe and a staff, but only if Tellah actually says the command ("Become two!"). Tellah can wield it any way she chooses- two handed, one handed, with her knee, etc. Shown in picture.
Call- Summoning monsters.
Appearance:
Personality: Tellah is relatively even-tempered and calm. She has a shrewd way of making herself known, and while her fighting is anything but subtle, she herself is coy. Tellah has a strong aversion to healers in general, especially those who attach a religious sentiment to it.
History: Tellah is(was) an elf before the Darknesse came. Shortly after she was born, her parents sensed a strange affinity in her for 'dancing with the dark'. Tellah was literally straddling between purity and corruption, with her essence itself torn. When the Darknesse arrived, it was obvious which side would win. It was only a matter of time until Tellah showed herself to Lorde in her unwavering support, wanting nothing more than to be completely purged in shadow so that she could cease being torn. But even now that she lets herself become submerged, there remains a piece of herself that refuses to let go of the Light...
Weakness: Tellah lacks any sort of natural seeing capabilities. Her sight comes from allowing the darknesse to show her the affinity of those around her, thus showing what they are. Thus, if there are two people of the same affinity around her, Tellah will not be able to distinguish them without hearing or smelling them.


Name: Priss Vayhew
Age: 23
Race: Human
Quote: "I saw how happy they were to be in tune with the Darknesse. And I'm glad they were happy. I just didn't want to have to watch."
Allegiance: Light
Weapons: A long knife and a short bow. She also...sings. And dances. It gets better, trust me. Not only are her performances distracting(if some spaz started singing and dancing during a fight, it would probably cause their opponent to brainfreeze), but Priss can manipulate the earth around her to fight. For example, if she was doing a samba, which involves rapid steps, it would send a ripple of earth at her enemy. It varies.
Appearance:
Personality: Priss is a cynic. In spite of her pretty blonde hair and soft voice, she has a somewhat twisted view on the world. She still fights for change and to help people, but she often remarks about the futility of it. She isn't depressed or without hope, but merely 'realistic'.
History: Priss was a travelling gypsy with her parents and their friends, doing whatever it took to stay alive. She sang, danced, stole, and fled, which to this day remain her best skills. When the Darknesse came Priss believed that her family's travelling kept them safe from becoming effected.
Naturally, she was wrong. When everyone in the group began to change, Priss did what needed to be done; everyone was killed, none left alive for the possibility of changing. Priss struggles with her decision every day, not because she doubts it(she admits that it was the best idea she ever had), but because she wonders whether it was for nothing. Priss has since used all of her abilities to make a living. She, along with a band of people she has gathered, plunder the empty villages and cities of valuables. Sometimes they're confronted with demons or fiends, but usually they only lose a few people. Priss has adapted to the new world much better than most others, and doesn't mind if Elfyria stays this way. She'll fight to restore order, but if she fails, it won't be the worst thing that's ever happened to her.
Weakness: Priss is the least likely person to contribute ideas or theories that aren't completely disheartening or depressing. As a thief, she depends entirely on speed, so any plan that doesn't involve speed is immediately stupid to her.

[Gafe]

Name: Sylence of the Night [Syle or Sylence when shortened]
Age: His human part appears to be around 30, real age being 52.
Race: Centaur
Allegiance: The Balancer
Weapons: Bow and arrow for the most part. He knows his way around a sword and basic magyk too.
Appearance: Syle has short, black hair which grows at a fast rate. He has eyes that are a dark shade of blue, a peaceful shade of blue. Like any other centaur, his sturdy jaw seems to be sticking out of his face when looked at in the proper angle. Syle’s rather muscled torso and arms are covered in a fair share of bruises and a couple of scars, most of which are hidden under his clothes.
His horse half is sturdy from Syle’s travels through the land, good part of this has been done by running, he’s a pretty good runner too. Its fur is a dark mixture of brown and black, but has no spots or special marks in the fur.
Syle dresses with an old, brown leather armor, underneath a red shirt on his chest, with silver bracers on his wrists. His horse part is unarmored except for metal greaves protecting his shins.

Personality: Sylence is a man – err, horse-man – that lets religion dictate his life. He is knowledgeable in many aspects of religion and will not let anybody tell him anything he believes in is wrong or flawed. He does not favor any deity over another, for he firmly believes balance is the proper path of life. Surprisingly enough, he is not one to try and convince others his path of belief is the only correct path.
As his name indicates, he isn’t very talkative nor is he a fan of trying new things.
Syle is proud of being a centaur and, because of being one, his wisdom is great in the fields of astrology and botany.

History: He was raised in the prairies where centaurs live and hunt, and mostly because of his mother, Wysp of Fyre, he was taught to dislike Kami, and light. Weird thing, since centaurs are mostly light lovers. His mother was an outcast. But as his life progressed he decided, following his devotedness, to see the world behind the prairies and traveled through woods, mountains and towns. In the latter, he found out what Darknesse was capable of and thus started his dislike of the Darknesse, however, he could not forget what his parents had taught him. The dislike towards both factions eventually evened out, and led to his allegiance with balance, augmenting his like towards the Balancer. To this day, he still travels through Elfyria, although his destinations are very limited.

Weakness: Like his kin, he is a lover of parties and wine, and tends to end up very violent in the situation of drunkenness. He’ll also follow his beliefs anywhere.

I'll try again with Syle, but I have also two more people in mind.

[Bryden]

Name: Xee
Age: 19, nearly 20
Race: That’s a loaded question with Xee. She claims to be a surviving human. But she has pointed ears and a few…quirks…that make people wonder. She’s just a little too smart and a little to quick to react to things to seem normal.
Allegiance: You might assume she’d work for the dark, but she actually doesn’t. Xee loved the forever night and the power of pure evil at first, but changed her mind once things stopped going her way. Things started seeming less like nature and more like magik. Xee HATES magik.
She now just wants things back to normal so she can get on with her life and kill people normally. And if she has to work with a bunch of goody-two-shoes to achieve these ends then so be it.
Weapons: Twin obsidian daggers with skull-shaped rubies inlaid on the hilt. They are said to be cursed, and Xee is in no hurry to debunk that rumor. Adds to her “fear factor”.
Appearance: In a word, "intimidating". Xee is incredibly tall, at 6"10. Her weight is none of your business, but she's lean and more muscled then your average girl. Her hair is a severe black bob, with two long parts in front of either ear reaching to her shoulders. These cover up her strange pointed ears. Her face has a rather Eurasian look about it. Her eyes are slightly slanted, steel-grey, and frightening. They look right at you with such intensity that you feel like she can see inside your soul and read your thoughts. Most people won't make eye-contact with her for this reason.
She usually wears black leather (not sexy leather, business-like leather) armor that goes to her elbows and mid-calves. At her joints, she has thin, bloody-red plate armor covers, along with a chain-link belt of the same color. She keeps her daggers at this belt, even when she sleeps. She has black shoes the thickness of boots, but they only come to her ankles, and fit very tightly on her feet.
Her most outstanding feature is her birthmark. It’s a vivid purple winestain birthmark that stretches from her lower right arm, across her back, and up her neck, ending on her left cheek. Whatever you do, don’t let her catch you staring at it, because you will regret it.
Personality: Bitchy, sarcastic, caustic, rude, and far too intelligent for anyone’s own good. And that’s just being kind! She is not a nice person, and knows it full well. Xee will talk to a shopkeeper, a little girl, and a tough guy in a tavern in exactly the same way, and usually make all three cry. People don’t like Xee, and Xee doesn’t like people. In fact, she’d be thrilled to avoid human contact all together, but a girl’s gotta’ eat. She’s also deadly smart, and can and will insult your mother’s grave in 5 languages, all in the form of a haiku.
Her only redeeming quality is her honor code. As a rogue, Xee makes up her own laws and will follow them to her death. She has nothing against dirty tactics, backstabbing, and all manner of tricks and betrayals, but she knows exactly where to draw the line. (For example, she won’t kill children or anyone who has saved her life. However, this doesn’t mean she won’t be a bitch to you, life-debt or no.)
History: Xee grew up in the frozen lands to the far north of Elfyria, in a city built of ice and iron. She was part of a small family. She had 2 parents, 12 brothers, and 8 other sisters. Did I say small? I meant small for the northlands! The infant mortality rate is so high that large families are practically required if you want to keep your bloodline going. She is currently one of the 14 surviving children, the third oldest and the 5th girl. She never could play quietly with her sisters, so she roughhoused with her brothers. That’s where she learned how to fight, epically with dirty tactics. Xee never liked kids her own age. They teased her about her birthmark. Some even said she was a witch and a devil-child and attacked her. So she mostly avoided people, living inside book worlds and only playing with her siblings.
At the age of 15, Xee left home for good. She wanted to see the world. She made her way up and down the land for years, paying her way with the money she made killing people. Since then, she’s become bitter and has seen too much before her time. She no longer wants to see the world, she just wants it to get light out again.
Weakness: Xee’s anti-socialness truly stems from the pain of her childhood. Nobody ever liked her, and so she feels like the world is out to get her. Ergo, she will usually jump to the conclusion that everybody hates her. Physically, she can’t stand heat. It’s like putting a polar bear in the Gobi desert. Her system just can’t handle it.
Other: Xee kills people for a living. She’s an assassin. Her loyalties only last as long as her contract does, and she’ll work for either side as long as the pay is good. She’s merely predisposed to stopping the Dark because it is in her current best interests.

Gafe, if you want to make a Dareth char, it might be fun to have Xeareth in something other then Starfish(?)

[Weremouse]

Name: Michelle LaViolette
Age: Appears about 23. Who knows how old she really is?
Race: Vampyre.
Alignment: She's pretty much in the exact same shoes as Xee. Originally, she supported Darkness, but got tired of the boundaries. Now she strives for balance so things can go back to normal.
Appearance:
Weapons:
Sanity Sucking -
Michelle can suck your personal sanity. Mostly, you become disfunctional and powerless. Typically, her victims become agoraphobic, run for corners, and imagine their worst fears. Often (weather they fear them or not) they imagine cockroaches crawling in swarms across their bodies. She is fully capable of giving back sanity (she doesn't burn it out or use it or anything, it just sort of stores in the back of her mind, so she can GIVE sanity as well.)
Small Dagger -
Without her sanity sucking, Michelle is mostly useless. Just in case said power gets taken away, she keeps a small (mint condition) dagger in her back pocket. She's never had to use it before, but she's paranoid, so...
History: Michelle was an only child, born to humans in a small cottage in the middle of a completely vacated forest (or so her parents thought. In reality, it was practically invested with elves, but they stayed clear of the humans) Abused as a small child, Michelle is completely mute. She was born a sociopath, but for some reason was always shy and never seemed to use her "abilities" tried to commit suicide in a dark alley at the age of 23, was bitten by a vampire. She lived life as an ordinary vampire for a long time, but was cursed by gypsies. The curse went wrong (it was supposed to put her in mortal agony) but they didn't realize she was a sociopath, and a small change in her brains makeup made the whole spell backfire. The entire gypsy tribe died instantly, and Michelle LaViolette became a sanity-sucking vampyre. In her vampyrism, she mostly just tortures people for fun. She's gone a little...unwound we'll say. Don't get me wrong, she's a criminal mastermind and knows what she wants and is aware of what she's doing, she just really has no idea what she's supposed to be doing. She has never met another vampyre before, so she feels alone. She amuses herself in her solitary living. Usually, she'll find the richest person she can see, and steals their sanity, so she can live in their house, claiming to be a cousin or a nurse.
Weakness: Has no skills whatsoever (can run moderately fast, but still) other than her sanity sucking, she's mute (that's not really a weakness, but it has its disadvantages).
Other: I already mentioned this several times, but she's mute.

AND

Name: Aimi (EYE-me)
Age: Appears 17. Nearly as old as Elfyria itself.
Race: Angellic being. She usually changes the subject of race when people bring it up. Some even say she was sent by Kami or The Balancer to take a closer look at the world.
Alignment: Light, but tries to support Balance as well.
Appearance:
Weapons:
A....harmonica?
She carries a harmonica around with her everywhere. WAIT. IT GETS MORE INTERESTING. With the magic she has, she can turn said harmonica to any instrument on the planet. KEEP WAITING. It's her musical skill that's the real weapon. She can play a certain song that repels the darkness. If the being is pure darkness, it will die. If the being is partially darkness (just corrupted) it will be in excrutiating pain, and will not be able to get too close to her. (The closer the darkness is, the more pain it's in). She cannot hurt beings of Light, or beings that have no darkness in them, unless she hit them over the head with a piano or something.
Wings
Her wings give her flight, but she cannot lift others, and she can't carry very much (no backpacks, they won't fit over her wings.)
Magical Fingers
She can cast random spells with her fingertips.
History: Really, who knows? Her history is almost a legend. Some say she was sent down by Kami or The Balancer to make sure the lands wern't taken over by Lorde. Some say she's a mage who added on costume wings and started pretending to be an angel. Some say she's an ape in disguise. I personally think the first one is the most probable.
Weakness: She cannot hurt beings of Light or beings with no darkness in them. She also has very little physical strength (she only has enough to lift her enourmous harp, but not the piano.)
Other: Nah-dah.

[Gafe]

Name: Dareth
Age: 19
Race: Human
Allegiance: Light, though only by words, not actions.
Weapons: A simple dagger with a leather handle and a silver blade. One side of the blade shreds, while the other side slices. Its shape allows for quick, swift and unexpected attacks. There’s also a small knife hidden between his clothes; and few small, fire-imbued marbles (he used to have several, but they’re running out now), which create small, semi-weak explosions when thrown with enough force.

Appearance: Common just about describes him. There’s nothing special about his appearance, not a notable feature, not a scar, nothing! This normality has saved his life more than once.
Dareth stands at about 5’11’’, and has a slender build. He’s not muscled, muscles were not really needed when the Darknesse hadn’t taken over, and by the time it did, there was no time to develop muscle mass. There’s something to be said about his speed though, he’s faster than a dog and his reflexes are amazing.
He has somewhat long, black hair that is always a mess and sometimes hides his brown eyes. Like any survivor, Dareth’s shirt and pants are torn here and there. He also wears a resistant, leather armor vest over his shirt and boots on his feet. Finally, he wears a thick belt, which helps holds small bags of this and that, mainly food.

Personality: Dareth’s a noble man, whereas his actions are all but noble. He’s a thief, you see, and lives at the expense of others. Although he knows his occupation isn’t the best, events in his life made him recur to it, and now, with the darknesse’s occupation, there’s not much else he can work as. He does try to ratify for all the wrongs he’s done.
Although he’s been more fruitful since the occupation, Dareth would rather have the land return to how it once was. He says he sides with light, but in truth, he’s done nothing to help light. Dareth’s also not sure how to act with people around. He’s a loner and has been for the major part of his life. That’s not to say, however, that he dislikes company.

History: Dareth was born on a city far to the south of the capital. In the mountains, where cold and tornadoes ruled better than any government. He came to be born on a poor family and when he was 14, he decided to get an income. And the easiest way to get one was by stealing. Since then, career as a thief began: he stole, broke into places, and sometimes he assassinated. Soon after, his family began rejecting the money he was bringing into his house, and with it, they began to reject Dareth himself.
After leaving his hometown off his own accord, Dareth decided that if he wanted to live a better life he had to move to a major city. When he got there, it was not very different. He found he was too young to work in most places, and thus resumed his thieving career: Stealing, breaking into places and assassinating were all in a day's work.
After the darknesse spread through the land, Dareth became a frightened. There was nothing, nowhere, none he could turn to. He ran away from the city as fast as he could with as much supplies as he could carry. He didn’t care where he went, he just ran nearly as fast as the wind. He found an empty cave on some strange valley, and he spent there as much time as he could, until his supplies ran out. When that happened, he headed out to a nearby village, which seemed deserted, except for a few monsters here and there, it was deserted. Taking advantage of the solitude, he took everything he could use from the houses and returned to the cave. His life has been much the same since: changing homes, robbing villages when possible, fighting minor fiends that attack him, running from the larger, so on and so forth.

Weakness: He’s quick to trust people, as long as they appear to be people, Dareth’s not suited to be a proper warrior either (no strength, no willpower to become one, etc.) and he has no initiative to change the world, though he does want to see it change.

Roughly this:

[kipponoui]

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay~~~ so many people!~ It makes me happy :')

Everyone here--well, most everyone--gets a pass in. So welcome!
xD
I only have one warning, and one question regarding a racial issue.
To Travis (Assuming Valentine=Travis. Sorry if I be wrong, I still be learning people's names here), You get the warning. I trust you to not go insanely omnipotent, especially since you understand the process of further distance in time = more energy expenditure, but I need to give a warning just 'cuz it's my policy on Temporal Shifting and the whatnot. I can't wait to see how it plays out ^^
My question goes to TheMouse (Jaya?) in regards to Aimi. And her race. 'Fallen angel' is actually someone who's no longer considered "angellic". You're idea of being sent on a mission by Kami or the Balancer is great, but the fallen angel race is contradictory. So um, question? xD

Aside from that, yer in, and i'll be starting up soon-as-possible

[Weremouse]

Yeah, you guessed it .

Anywho, changed. I don't think I was mentally competant when I wrote that line, or at least wasn't remembering my fantasy folklore very well. Can't wait to get started!

[Allison]

(<_< i'm a little rust with the RPGs right now. I've taken a well-needed RPG break and have turned to brainless zombie-minded crappy stuff. TELL ME if my bio sucks and i will withdraw it.)

Name: Heideiki
Age: 79. She seems a good age of 25
Race: Angel
Alignment: Darknesse
Appearance:
Weapons: Sword, obviously.
History: Heideiki was born in a failed ritual to summon a god of immense power. The priests shunned her and she was cast out onto the world of Elfyria. She has never once in her life had a permanent home. She later quickly learned that she was supposed to be a help for the good and be an 'incarnation'. Again, the incantation did not work. She found herself in a dark monastery and being taken in by more priests where she learned to fight. She was not good at spells at all, but she was able to fight with a sword and become semi-useful. Sadly one day a priest insulted her and while they were sparring, he blazed her with a spell and severely burnt her hand. Heideki was so angry that she killed 7 monks and a knight that came in to help. She has been on her won ever since.
Weakness: Hates fire, and can be struck down by mostly all the elements.
Other: She is 100% convinced that the Dark power is actually Light and vi-seversa.

[Weremouse]

Extra Credit: Aimi's Song

Click this to hear it

(The play button is on the right)