name Sky
age 16
gender male
race human
occupation traveling bard
weapons longsword, bow and arrows, fists
appearence Black shaggy hair that curls sometimes. He doesn't bother to do anything with it. Grey eyes, tall, muscular. slight beard.
attire black trousers, white longsleeve shirt, brown vest. blue bandana, boots, glooves with fingers cut off, wrist guards and a few other things.
history He doesn't remember much of his past. The last thing he remembers is strangling a man he didn't know, and the face of a girl crying. After that he remembers wondering into a town, where he became a bard's apprentice. The bard died of sickness a few years later, and now Sky wonders around, telling tales and singing songs with his lute and/or piccillo, and earning money.

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

I'd like to join this RP! Hope that's alright with you Meldy.

Name: Nataniel Trovoglyst.
Age: 26
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height, on the thinner side, with rough and sharp features. Pointed, protruding chin that almost narrows to a point, blue eyes, shallow cheeks, brown hair that hangs down to his shoulders and is wavy. Willowly and pretty flexible, not overly muscular. Small beard.
Attire: Grey leggings, dirty blue tunic that hangs loosely on him, with a off-white shirt under it. Black leather boots and very scuffed. One thin rapier which he sometimes wears, but hardly ever uses.
Personality: Rummy, tends to pop out with odd comments at odd times. Not very bright on picking up on what others are doing, but has a genious and cunningness that borders on insanity. Extraordinarily vain and concieted. Very entergetic and impulsive.
Weapons: Spanish rapier, with a beautifully sculptured handle. Dark silver.
History: He was born in a poor home, to a poor family... but by sheer luck happened to get a job working for aristocrats, and in turn living with them. He picked up some very odd mannerisms and habits from this, before he began to see how truly ridiculous the noblemen were, and so he went back to the common folk, and has preferred them ever since.
Pictures: http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179 ... johosh.jpg
http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179 ... ohosh2.jpg

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Yayness! It's an FM! Of course it's okay, I'm thrilled

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Time for PotR's second character

Name: Silvryn Seilhera
Age: 24
Race: Elf
Gender: female
Appearance: Black hair, usually held out of her face somehow and brilliant violet eyes. Slightly taller than average; strong due to training, but not excessively so.
Attire: A semi-long tunic and leggings, red trimmed with silver; very utilitarian and suited for travel
Personality: Sharp-tongued and not very trusting; extremely pragmatic and very slow to get emotions involved
Weapons: Sword, but she's resourceful in a pinch.

I was getting tired of looking on the second page

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Name: Khraven
Age: 127
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Phantom
Occupation: Miner
Phys. Appearance: Short, bulky and muscled like any other dwarf after a youth of hard working in the mines. He has short yellow hair and a long, typical beard with that is slightly tied at the end of it.
Attire: Brown clothes(the usual), a chain mail armor with plate gloves and a helmet.
Weapons: A short sword(works almost as a longsword for a dwarf) and a buckler, a mining pick that he has tied to his back.
Personality: Stout, loud, easily gets agitated by insults and tends to answer with fists when he cannot out speak the insulter. Surprisingly selfish and greedy in the end despite his normal attitude of aiding others.
Background:

Khraven came from a normal dwarven miner society, he spent his youth in the mines like any other dwarf, but decided one day to leave in order to gain greater wealth. Yet his adventure was doomed to fail from the beginning and he ended up working in a human town, trying to gather up the scraps he could.

Yet he survived in the poor conditions and learned a thing or two about the human society as well as street life when he worked as a thug in order to get money for travel. He traveled alone into the mountains in search of his own independent excavation and the riches the mountains might hold. He too residence and expanded the old tunnels built by the dwarves, unaware that they were used by other at the time being.

Picture:

http://uk.games-workshop.com/dwarfs/pai ... -miner.jpg

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Feuer Padrone [Vengeance]
Gender: male
Race: human
Age: 23
Occupation: Thief, mercenary if need be (assassin more like)
Weapons: knives, light weapons. sword. A natural enemy of the Oh-So-Evil-Axe.
Personality: speedy. enjoys enjoying scenery. obnoxious , easily distracted. Loves stealing for fun and then, sometimes, returning what he stole (if its unlikely he would be able to safely sell it). Enjoys cracking off jokes (sometimes lame jokes) at others expense. Also enjoys pairing with other obnoxious individuals.
Info: [s]likes pistachios[/s]. correction: LOVES pistachios. Grew up in the streets, until a random lord came along and took him under his wing - training him to be an assassin, and also training him to be a thief (for political affairs drive one to the extremes). Had a very hard life under the lord, until he finally (after he'd grown up and was used as a tool) ran away and started a new life in the capital, looking for riches. (the lord, lets say he lives at the other end, or as far from the capital can be, of the country/kingdom/empire.)

Appearance: Black hair tied back in a ponytail. Grey-green eyes. A tall nose. Oval shaped face, with a kind of pointed chin. There is a stubble of mustache, because Feuer isn't one to shave everyday. Thin frame, lithe, but not overly strong. (wit and agility over muscles and strngth). about 5'6. Wears worn black leather tunic and pants (do you call them pants?) and boots. An emerald earring adorns his left ear, which he fingers when he's thinking out of habit.

Weapon:
Sword with slit on the bottom. very light. Sword can slide down through the slit to the opposite side and also can slide halfway to be doublesided. Hole in handle allows Feuer to control the sliding of the sword.
Sheathed in a special scabbard- scabbard has metal linings that can come off to reveal sharp edges that can be used as a second weapon when in need, but Feuer usually does not need it.

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Name: Dante Salone
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Affiliation: none
Occupation: Cartographer.
Phys. Appearance: A bit stout, but not terribly so. Brown eyes, dark brown hair with bits of grey around the edges.
Attire: A stained off-white blouse, brown breeches, and a second-hand waistcoat.
Weapons: Fists, random sticks, anything object which looks like it might work.
Personality: Dour, pessimistic, generally has a bad attitude towards everything.
Background: Although his youthful ambition had always been to become a diplomat, and that was also the occupation he studied for; his lack of connection to any nobles left him without an open position. So instead, he inherited an unknown uncle's cartography business, and slaves away there with no real purpose.

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"The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air."

Name: Haiyya Renkath
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Neutral, but in favor of a rebellion
Occupation: Officially bard, but all-around general wandering entertainer.
Phys. Appearance: Medium height, about 5'5", slender, blonde, blue/grey eyes, not bad to look at but looks are more refined, not bite-your-head-off/spitfire. Long fingers (important for a musician), usually graceful.
Attire: long-sleeved, knee-length dark dress over warm leggings/hose. Belts it with colorful scarves, has hunting knife and money pouch, as well as random stuff in traveling pack. Mid-calf high boots, warm cloak for travel.
Weapons: Two large dancing-fans with sharpened steel ribs. Also trained in stick-fighting. Hunting knife as last resort, doesn't really know how to fight with it.
Personality: Casual acquaintances call her "sweet", close friends know that she has a powerful gift of understatement, coupled with a penchant for sarcasm. Generally she just goes with the flow, but if she gets really mad, "ice queen" is a good description.
Background: The eldest of seven children, she was sent off to the Kytana School of Bards at the age of thirteen, to learn that profession. She studied several instruments, as required, as well as dance and storytelling. After ten years of study, she left to make her own way, traveling from inn to inn, and great hall to great hall. She's been all over Kytana, seeing a complete cross-section of the population, and is entirely disgusted with the Regency.

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