Oh, what a day it had been.  He had slept it through.

Kilarhas yawned and sat up.  The sun was setting, and the elf was ready to travel.  He didn't always move at night, but sometimes he loved to walk in the wilds in the dark of the night, when he could hear the crickets and the frogs and feel at peace.  It was so serene, so beautiful, the elf was looking forward to getting out of the city and into the wilds.

He got out of his bed, he had stayed at an inn, and got dressed.  He pulled on his knee-high boots and fastened his cloak around his shoulders, but the elf did not pull the hood up.  He slung his quiver of arrows and bow over his back, shouldered his pack, and left the room.  He walked from the inn and into the darkening streets.

It was quiet, and beautiful.  The shopkeepers and farmers were going to bed, and the thieves and rouges were coming out.  Kilarhas nodded to a man who was filling the sheathes on his belt with daggers in an alleyway and the man nodded back.

Kilarhas walked through the streets, and as he was just passing out of the city the streets were alive again, with the less savory members of society.

Kilarhas was now out of the city, and he was once again alone, and he was glad of it.  He walked with his eyes closed, his staff and feet making no noise on the dirt road as he walked.  Soon Kilarhas turned off of the path and into a forest.  He walked silently through the trees, the moon had now risen, and Kilarhas opened his eyes too look at the forest, bathed in the midnight glow of the moon.

The elf ranger wasn't going anywhere specific, but he didn't need to, he was a wanderer, an adventurers, and adventurers rarely found adventure by going with the norms of society.

His deep thoughts were broken as the elf mage sensed something.  A magic, and a magic near him.  He looked around, but saw nothing, he hadn't expected to.  He closed his eyes and reached out with his magic, probing the area.

There.  A being, a wolf?  A small wolf, no, not a wolf, there was magic around it, an aura.  A werewolf?  A shapeshifter?

Kilarhas looked in the direction of the being. "Who are you?" he asked softly, his voice floating through the air towards the wolf-being.

__________________Quick Stats
Name Dergan Metalstone
Age 80
Lifespan About 140
Gender Male
Single or Taken? Single
Species Dwarf
Height 4' 5"
Eye Color Gray
Hair ColorBrown with a lot of gray
Affiliation Good
ReligionBelieves in the dwarf god Daegan, worships but not completely religious.
Occupation Blacksmith, jewelsmith
Birth PlaceAdela
Location Adela, but he sometimes travels for his business or to visit his many relatives!

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Physical Description
Typical dwarf build.  Short and stocky, very muscular and hairy.  He has a long beard of which he is very proud.  He wears a simple short-sleeved tunic and strong breeches.  He also wears a very thick leather belt and knee-high sturdy leather boots that weigh more than some halflings could lift.  His hair is very long and both it and his beard are brown with a lot of gray.  He has piercing gray eyes, tanned skin, and always carries a small mallet on his belt, as well as several pouches.

PersonalityGruff and stubborn, but a real softie on the inside.  He will always defend the innocent, even if later he berates them for getting into that situation, but he does it in a caring way, though if you don't see it don't be surprised.  He will stand up to a group of bandits or bullies even if he has no chance of winning the fight.  He has a sharp tongue with those he both hates and likes, but with the people he likes the sharpness will be tinged with caring.  He will almost always say what he thinks, he's not one to let his emotions build up inside.  He'll let them out the moment they come, sometimes to the displeasure of those around him.

Weaknesses
This is sometimes a weakness, but not always.  He is stubborn and if he has a good cause, loyal to a fault.

Strengths He is stubborn and loyal to a fault!  He will stand up for any innocent or person he believes deserves his help.  He is also very, very, kind and caring.

Likes Ale.  Lots and lots of ale.  He like to have fun, which usually involves drinking, though he doesn't often get uncontrollably drunk.  He loves the stones and metalworking.  As a dwarf, he is very attuned to the earth and natural materials, especially metal and stone.  He enjoys his work as much as anyone could.

Dislikes Kind of dislikes elves, but will help one if they need it.  He dislikes thieves but knows that sometimes they are doing it because it is the only way they know how to survive.  If he would meet a thieif he would try to help them get onto a better path in life.

Magic/Abilities Has awesome skill in working stone and metal.  And he has some acient dwarven magic.

Notable Possessions:  His small hammer, named Banefriend, which he crafted himself, and he also made a beutiful set of dwarven armor.  Though he has never worn it or needed to, he keeps it, he cannot bring himself to sell it.  Both the armor and the hammer are imbued with ancient dwarven magic.

Family TBD

Friends TBD

Foes TBD

History TBD

Current Threads (Not in chronological order)
A Wonderful Blasted Day!
A Jewel-Hunting We Go!
Finished Threads

Faelis Gindien looked around the barroom and sighed.  There wasn't a seat open in the whole joint.  He swore quietly and left the tavern, it was dark and he was looking for a place to get a drink, though his usual haunt was bursting at the seams with drinkers.  He walked down the street and realized he as getting into a better part of the city. Blech.  All the same, he saw a tavern and walked inside.  It was a nicer place than the last bar he'd been in, and he was going to leave until he saw the young woman.

She was dancing on the low stage for entertainment, and as soon as he saw her Faelis knew he was going to stay for at least one drink.  He went to the bar and ordered a drink, then he got a seat with a good view.  Gods, she was good at what she did, Faelis hadn't seen someone this beautiful since that weird thing that happened in Essyrn three years ago that was kind of strange and he didn't really want to think about it. . . He directed his attention back to the young woman and was lost in her movements.  He sat, watching her dance and drinking his brew until the musicians stopped playing and they took a break.

Faelis was sitting at a table right in front of the low stage, and the elf called to the woman. "Excuse me?  Would you like a drink? It's on me!"

The thief smirked as he heard the grumbles of the other men around him, as they were about to ask the young woman the same question.  Every single person in the tavern who thought the young woman attractive, and, boy, was she attractive! probably wanted to talk with her.

Hi everyone!  I got a fairly new character, Ariznim Farith, The Mosquito and I'm looking for plots!

She's a mosquito/anthro/hybrid, and despite her sometimes strange appearance, she's a very gentle person.  She's also very sad and depressed, she believes that she is the terrible monster everyone says she is (though she's really not).  She made a mistake when she was a child and is paying for it continuously throughout her life her life. 

Plots I'm interested in playing:
A plot about someone being sent to kill her and then there's conflict would be fun.
I would kind of like to RP conflict, maybe with some romance involved?  But, really, anything would be great!   

I know that many of you prefer organic relationships, but I would like to plot some romance! 

The whole story doesn't have to be about romance, but it would happen.  The plot could be something completely random, like slaying an evil being or something.  Like I said in my Wants and Limits page, I'm not really comfortable writing really intimate stuff.  Please no sex, but kissing is perfectly fine!

Currently, I would only like to plot F/M relationships.  Nearly all of my character are open and I would be fine writing romance for them all (except for the very few who are listed as not open for romance).  I would prefer to write one of my female characters, but the others are great too!

__________________Quick Stats
Name: Ariznim Farith
Other Names, Titles: The Mosquito
Age:17
Gender: Female
Single or Taken?: Single
Species: Mosquito/Anthro/Hybrid
Height:  As Hybrid: 5' 7' As Half-Hybrid: 5' 2" As Full: Size of regular mosquito 
Eye Color:Mousy Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Affiliation: Unknown
Religion: Worships the goddess Lilithi, the goddess of, well, insects and small animals.
Occupation:
Birth Place:
Location: Travels, stays at the outskirts of town, in a wood or something, but tries to stay away from people.

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Physical Description:
Hybrid form:Thin but pretty, her hair is long and worn in a loose bun at the base of her neck.  She has two long thin antennas on her head than can sense many different things.  Her eyes are like a humans except that the irises are patterned as a bugs eyes would be, though the rest of the eye is humanoid, except a bit larger than average.  She wears simply grayish-brown knee-high boots and pants and a knee-length grayish dress with a darker sash tied around her waist.  She has two large insect-like wings and instead of hairs on her arms and legs she has very small and sensitive antennas, which act as sensors.  If she opens her mouth, out of her throat a long proboscis can extend very quickly.  It has a sharp end which she can stab into a creature and dink it's blood.  Though she enjoys drinking blood, she can survive on most foods, though she prefers a carnivorous diet.  Her hands are long and slender and her fingernails are sharp spines.

Half Hybrid Form: She almost takes the form of a full mosquito, here are the differences.  Her body, though segmented, is in the shape of a human female, though it is covered in the bug-like scales and spines of a full insect.  She has six limbs, though the two bottom ones are shaped more like human legs and the four top ones like human arms, though not completely.  Her head becomes completely insect.  Her height in this form is five foot two inches.

Full Form: A complete mosquito, size and all. (Except she thinks more like a human)  She had great trouble transforming into this form, it takes great effort and time.


Personality:
Despite her somewhat intimidating appearance, Ariznim is quite a shy young woman.  She can fight, but has hardly any reason too.  She is often shunned, as people think she will try to drink their blood, as if she were evil, but, though she sometimes has the desire, Ariznim doesn't drink human blood.  She believes she is nothing, because of those who have told her she is worthless scum.

Weaknesses: She is self conscious and believes herself to be lower than everyone else, as everyone who has shunned her have taught her to believe.  She doesn't think she deserves anything good.

Strengths: She is kind, but I can't think of any others! :(

Likes: She likes people.  But she has never really been in contact with anyone for too long as everyone she has met has despised her.  She has a desire to be with people, but hasn't found anyone who will accept her.

Dislikes: She dislikes herself.  She thinks herself unworthy of anything good.

Magic/Abilities: She has no magic, but her natural weapons can defend her fairly well, though she is not very skilled at fighting.  She can fly and usually uses this natural abilities to get away from people trying to hurt her or drive her away.

Family: They hate her.

Friends: None.  None at all, even she doesn't think she deserves them.

Foes:Everyone who has tried to kill her for being how she is, though she doesn't call them foes herself, she believes that they are right to hate her, though somewhere inside she knows it's wrong.

History:Her parents were human, but when she was born she was bitten by a mosquito with a strange sickness, causing Ariznim to gain mosquito-like powers.  She has complete control over her powers, unlike a werewolf.  She grew up normal until she was four, when she started to grow antennas and wings.  Her parents tried to hide her from the other villagers, when she was seven, she uncontrollably turned into her hybrid form and drained one of the villagers blood.  Since then she learned to control her powers, but then she couldn't help herself.  Her parents and the other villagers hated and feared her, and they tried to kill her.  She ran away to save her own life.

Current Threads (Not in chronological order)
Alone and Unworthy
Bugs of a Feather

Finished Threads

What does the abbreviation WIP mean?  I've seen it in the titles of some posts, but I don't know what it is?  Any help?

__________________Quick Stats
Name Kornos Dinan
Age 27
Gender Male
Single or Taken? Single
Species Humanoid
Height 6' 9"
Eye Color Gold
Hair Color Black
Affiliation Neutral Evil
Religion Believes in some gods but is not religious
Occupation Bounty hunter, other
Birth Place Thanatos
Location Travels
Character of mine most likely to. . . Kill someone

__________________In-Depth Stuff


Image from http://www.fanpop.com/  Link: http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/disney-villains/images/1024456/title/shan-yu-mulan-photo  Character from the Disney movie Mulan.

Physical Description Kornos is huge.  He towers over almost everyone and he is not a thin man, though there is not a scrap of fat on him.  His body is complete muscle.  He has long straight black hair (not balding!) and a goatee.  He wears simple breeches tucked into tall boots and a long sleeved black shirt.  Over it he wears a breastplate of leather armor, a cloak and several belts crossing over his chest.  He has several battle scars, the most noticeable of which is a thin scar running across his cheekbone.  His eyes are deep set and shadowed by his dark eyebrows.  He carries a broadsword which he carries on his back and has a large dagger on his belt.

Personality Despite his size, Kornos's voice is very soft, though almost always menacing.  He is outspoken, but does not speak a lot.  He is not stupid, as some people had the idiocy to tell him, they ended up regretting it.  Despite his superior strength, Koronin could as easily disable a foe with a few well-placed jabs to nerve clusters as to forcibly knocking them out.  He is intelligent and dislikes people who he does not think are capable, not just physically, but mentally as well.  He will not hesitate to take a life, so far he had come across no one who he has ever had qualms about killing.

Weaknesses He would think this a weakness, but it's not really.  He is not as cruel as he believes he is.

Strengths He's not as cruel as he believes he is.  He is a pretty good judge of character, though often he does not care who he works with or for, or who he kills.

Likes Money, but is not overly greedy, like many bounty hunters.  Sure, he likes it as much as the next man, but who doesn't like gold?  He also likes being in the position of power.  Often he works for people, but not simply as a bounty hunter, sometimes he's controlling them when they think they are controlling him.

Dislikes People he thinks are not capable, physically or mentally.  He does not respect women but has no sexual tenancies whatsoever.  I doubt he's ever even thought about it for longer than thirty seconds at a time.

Magic/Abilities He possesses some dark shadow magic, but mostly he uses his mind and extreme physical discipline to fight or get things done.  The magic is not his, but he can use it because of his sword, The Gashing Shadow.  If he were to lose the sword, he wouldn't be able to use the magic. He can see in the dark without the sword or any other magic.

Notable Possessions: The Gashing Shadow. The Gashing Shadow is a large two-handed broadsword, though he is skilled and strong enough to wield it with one.  It has dark shadow magic always swirling around the blade.  The magic is black and is in the form of wispy tendrils, always moving and swirling around the blade.  If Kornan wants it to, the sword cuts like a normal sword, the shadow magic having no effect, but if Kornos wants it, when the blade cuts or touches anything, the shadow magic can spread to the thing, completely covering at and if it is not very powerful, killing it.  The Gashing Sword can return to its master when it is summoned, and once it chooses a master, in this case Kornos, others can use it but not use it's magic and it will still be able to be summoned by Kornos.

Family None he cares of

Friends None

Foes To many to list, some people he's after, some previous employers who he's betrayed, some people out to get revenge for him killing someone they knew.

History Kornos could almost be considered a mutant among Thanati.  He is over a foot taller than most Thanati men and his eyes and hair are different as well, gold and black.  He is purely Thanati, or so he believes.  He truly has a demon living in him, like a parasite.  The demon entered Kornos before he was even born, but if it hadn't entered, his personality would have been similar, he still probably would have been a killer, be he would have been a bit less evil, perhaps sparing people who he should have spared but didn't because of the demon.  The demon has tainted him and lives within him because when it entered it was dying, just a floating wisp of smoke, but within Kornos it can live.  It can only live outside of him for short periods of time, and if it died, Kornos would be free and possibly a better man, though maybe not.  The demon sometimes leaves this world to visit its natural domain, but it always does so when Kornos is asleep, so the man never knows when the demon is gone, but as it's leaving or entering his body and mind, he has terrible nightmares.
Kornos knows nothing of the demon, and when he was fifteen he left his family and his people.  If the demon hadn't been inside of him, he would have left as well, still a considerably bad person, but he wouldn't have left in the way that he did.  He burned down his house, none of his family died, but if they had, he didn't know if he would've cared.  From there he traveled around, starting the life of a bounty hunter.

Current Threads (Not in chronological order)
Speak No Evil

Finished Threads

This thread is tagged to @Road Kamelot

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Karisk Maelin looked around the bustling streets of Essyrn, scanning.  She was supposed to find a demon and bring it to another demon named Jakal, who had hired her.  She didn't understand why she was supposed to get this demon, but asking questions wasn't her job.  Her job was to do whatever the person giving her money told her do.

She had been told he was a Raven Demon, but she didn't really know what hat meant, besides, of course, that it meant a demon who had some raven-like powers.

Well then, she'd just have to find out what a Raven Demon was.  Who would know about demons?  Karishk asked herself.  A mage.  A mage or wizarding type may know.  She made her way to the nearest mage shop.  She knew her way around this part of Essyrn.  There were many bounty hunter hirers around this place, as well as bounties.

She entered the dark shop and the scents of herbs and other strange items flooded over her.  She walked to the front desk, where an old crone sat.

"I need information," she said. "About demons.  I want to know what a Raven Demon is." Karishk knew to get what she wanted out of her mouth quickly, or some people would charge you for every sentance.  The crone held out a gnarled hand, and Karishk dropped a coin into it.

"Raven Demon's are demons that can, for one, turn into ravens," the crone croaked, "they also have a human-looking form.  They possess magic, sometimes, but the type can greatly vary."

"That's all you have for me?" Karisk asked.

"That's all I know."

Karishk turned around and left the shop.  Well, at least she knew what the demon might look like.  either a human, any human, or a bird, a dang bird!  How in all the hells was she supposed to find a specific demon amongst thousands of people?  She didn't even know if he was in Essyrn!

OOC: Tags to @massimo scaffaldi

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"Ew ew ew ew ew!" Sieera stepped gingerly through the mud, tiptoeing but her shoes were still getting muddy.  "I was just taking a walk!  Just taking a walk!"

She had been, she had been taking a walk through the streets of Arca and had stepped into a muddy alleyway.  Her family was rich, but not very influential, and Sieera had just been taking a stroll through the richer part of the city.

"I just have to get out of this alley, and then I'll be fine," the young woman told herself.  She carefully made her way out onto the main street, and when she got there, she wasn't as muddy as she had expected to be.

"Well, now that that's sorted out, I'll get back home."  She looked up from her shoes and then realized she didn't really knwo where she was. "Oh no!  Oh no, oh no, oh no!" she cried. "I knwo I should have brought some guards along with me!" She too ka deep breath. "Well, I can't be too far away from home, I haven't been walking for to long."

She knew if she went back though the alley she would be on a street she knew, but there was no way she was going through that mud again.

"I'll just have to go around."

But she had a terrible sense of direction, and after ten minutes of walking in one direction, she realized she was still as lost as before.  And it was getting dark.

"I'm almost there," she told herself. "Almost there."

She started walking again.  She was going to ask for directions, but there wasn't a person in sight.  And why did the houses look so tumbledown. . ?  She looked around some more, and realized with a jump of fear that she was in one of the few very poor, very shady parts of the city.

She wring her hands in worry and fear, what was she supposed to do know?  She couldn't ask for directions, who knew what kind of people lived here?  Murderers, probably, and thieves and other criminals!

She felt tears spring to her eyes, she had to get out of here!  She started running, and running is not a thing you want to do amongst thieves.  Some take running as a weakness, an easy target. . .

__________________QUICK STATS
Name:Sieera Vielin
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Serenian
Height: 5' 5" "
Occupation: Noble's daughter
Residence: Arca

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description: Long blond hair and deep blue eyes.  She is a very beautiful young woman, almost 'perfect' some would say.  Her skin is pale and flawless, and she wears fancy but tasteful dresses and often long white gloves.  She wears jewelry, but nothing gaudy or to bright.  She wears her hair down most of the time, but with it is always slightly styled.   

Personality: Sieera is very timid and proper, she is a model 'Lady', and is the kind to take sunlit strolls in the garden or ride horseback sidesaddle.  Not one to go out on adventures or climb trees.  She wants nothing more in her life than what she has, has really no desires or dreams, except perhaps for finding her 'Prince Charming'.  She's pretty much a wimp, and is completely terrified by thieves and beggars. (That's why RPing and plotting with one would be great!) 

Magic/Abilities: Is well learned in subjects that a Lady would need to know, but knows nothing of swordplay or living in the wilds.  She does carry a dagger in her fancy heeled boot, but if there was ever a situation she was in where one might need a dagger, she may as well not have had it.  She knows nothing of how to use it and would never be able to get to it fast enough. She has no magic that she knows of.

Relationships: Her parents and other lords and ladies, she has a few other young ladies she would talk with every now and then, but she has no real friends.

History: Not really anything exiting.  She grew up a noble and lives as one, she's had nothing extraordinary in her life, no excitement, a pretty boring lifestyle, but she doesn't mind at all.  She doesn't want for anything.

__________________THREAD TRACKER
Current Threads
A Target Running

Finished Threads
None yet!

__________________QUICK STATS
Name: Cirick (Kir-ick)
Age: 20
Lifespan: Around 115
Gender: Female
Race: Demon-like, don't know if she's a demon yet.
Ethnicity: Unknown
Height: 5' 6"
Occupation:
Residence: Everywhere, prefers the dark of night, caves, and such

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description: Very thin, long thin arms and legs, though she is bipedal,she walks on her toes, like a dog, her foot is very long and her heel almost never touches the ground, they're digitigrade.  Her skin is colored like that of a Serenian, though she is not Serenian.  She wears no clothing, but the parts that would generally be covered are actually not there.  She has some indication of breasts, but they are small.  She has four fingers and three toes, and they are long and thin.  She has long sharp talons on each finger or toe.  She has an extremely long tail with a sharp barb on the end.  Her tail is quite dexterous and strong.  Two thin lines went up from the corners of her mouth to almost her ears, and she could really open her mouth very wide, though she kept her mouth at a regular human size most of the time, it tended to scare people when she fully opened her jaw, revealing a lot of small, very sharp, teeth.  She can also unhinge her jaw, though she usually doesn't, and has a long forked black tongue.  Her eyes are red and she can see in the dark.  Other than those things, her face is otherwise mostly humanoid.  She has a hooked nose and two curving rams horns on her head and two smaller horns closer to her forehead.  She stays mostly slightly crouched, her legs bent and her head down but looking forward.

Personality: ?? Will add later

Magic/Abilities: She can fight well with her talons, teeth and horns, they are sharp and deadly.  She can blow fire, and despite her being so thin, she is strong.  She can scale almost any surface and can also climb upside down on some materials.  She has heightened senses, she can hear very well, see very well, smell very well, and has somewhat of a sixth sense.

Relationships: None yet.

History: Unknown.

__________________THREAD TRACKER
Current Threads
Reporting for Duty
Finished Threads

I'm back!  That's all there really is to say, and I'll get back to posting as soon as possible!  Thank you all who I have threads with for being patient when I couldn't thread!  :)

Hi everyone!  I won't be posting for about a week, I'll be really busy and won't be able to get to it.  I'll be back though, and I'll get back to all my threads!

I'll be posting again soon, and thanks for understanding!  ;D

'I'll be fine.'

Karishk braced herself for the next blow.  She knew it was coming, and sure a enough, a second later she was gasping for breath as the man withdrew his fist from her stomach.

"If you don't let me go you will severely regret it," she glowered at the man.  He was large and burly, but Karishk knew he was stupid.  The young woman was chained in a dungeon, her arms pulled up above her head, just letting her feet touch the ground.  She had been on a job to steal a very valuable artifact from some rich person and had been caught while sneaking in.  Usually Karishk was good at sneaking around, though it wasn't her specialty.  She knew nothing of the person she was stealing from, if they were good or evil, and if they would approve of the way she was being treated.  She had just been hired by a little man who had offered her money.  He had paid half up front, so she had taken the job.  Karishk wasn't perhaps the most honest citizen, but she would do her best to get the artifact for the man who had hired her.  She was not one to run off with the half-payment she had.  She had some pride left.

"Get your master down here, I want to talk with them," Karishk said.

"I'm not doing anythin' you say, girlie!" the large man growled.

"I'm sure that your master will be happy to find you've killed me, especially since I have something of the utmost importance to tell them."  A lie, and not a very good one, but the brute bought it.  He backhanded Karishk across the face and then turned and left the cell, locking it tightly behind him.

Karishk didn't think lying any more was going to get her out of here, what could she say?  She accidentally was climbing through one of the windows?  Even the dumb guard wouldn't believe that.

Karishk sighed, and leaned her head back against the cold stone wall, her two curving horns clacking against the stone.  Her long tail twitched in anger, she would get out eventually, but how? Or she would be killed.

'Not me.  I've lived this long,' she thought savagly.  'What am I anyway?' she asked herself. 'I have never seen anyone who looks quite like me, am I a mutant?  I have no magic I know of, but I have rams horns and a donkeys tail!'

She shook he thoughts from her mind.  It was rare that she felt so insecure as she did now, she was a strong woman, and usually was firm with her life. 

'Now, I have to devise a way to escape,' she told herself, but her thoughts were cut short as she heard someone approaching the cell. 
 

__________________QUICK STATS
Name: Karishk Mealin
Age:24
Lifespan: As long as a human's
Gender: Female
Race: Unknown.  Humanoid
Ethnicity: unknown
Height: 5' 8" "
Occupation: Mercenary, bounty hunter
Residence: Wanders, goes where her job takes her.

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description: She has shoulder length thick, shaggy, black hair with streaks of white in it.  Two sheep's horns curl from her head, she has a long donkey tail, and her ears are pointed, but those are the only non-human characteristics about her.  Her eyes are gray and her skin is pale, despite her long hours outside. She wears tall leather boots that go just above her knees and a short leather skirt with split sides, under which she wears short shorts (she's rather attractive).  She wears a short sleeved white blouse and over it a tight leather vest.  Around her lower arms and hands there are cloth wrappings and over those leather bracers. She wears several belts with pouches and daggers on them, but her main weapon is a plain, unadorned, but very reliable, sword. 

Personality: Grim, would be how her employers and acquaintances would describe her, but if anyone were to get close to her, to get through that tough outer shell, Karishk is a very caring, kind, woman, and though she would be strong for people she loves inside she is rather vulnerable.  If she gets close to someone and something bad would happen, it would cut her very deep.  But she has no close friends or family she knows of, so her light side is tucked tightly away.  She will do most jobs, though there a few she will not agree to.  Her morals really fluctuate.  She doesn't kill innocent children, that is her one moral that is set in stone, or so she believes, but her other beliefs vary greatly depending on the situation.  Who hired her, who she's after, her mood, those sort of things.

Magic/Abilities: She is a good fighter, with or without her sword, but against a very skilled swordsman, or woman, though she would be able to hold out for a while, they would eventually beat her.  She has no magic she knows of.

Relationships: None. . . Yet. . .


History: For as long as she can remember she had lived on the streets.  One day she seemed to just appear on the face of teh earth.  She didn't feel like she had ever been anywhere else.  She knew nothing personal about herself, but she knew how to fight and live.  Not knowing what type of being she was she gave herself a name and had a mage find out her age magically.  They said she was twenty, so she remembers nothing of her life before she woke, but she carries on and doesn't really care.  She also learned from the mage about howl long the rest of her lifespan will be, since she doesn't know what kind of being she is.  The mage said her lifespan's about the same as a humans, perhaps a few years longer.  She became a bounty hunter after finding she was good at it, and also sometimes guards caravans.  She doesn't know what kind of being she is, the mage couldn't find out.
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Caught in the Act
A Bird Amongst Birds
Cheated?
Just Another Job?

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Kilarhas ran his fingers through his long silver hair. "By all the elves in Le'raana, I have to have a brother who's a thief just for the fun of it!"

Kilarhas grumbled under his breath as he looked around the street.  It was dark and the elf was on his way to a nearby inn to ask around for his brother.  He was in one of the few parts of Arca that were shady.  Right where his brother, Faelis, would probably be.  His brother had left their former home a year before Kilarhas had been exiled, so Faelis didn't know that his brother had been exiled.  Kilarhas was now looking for his brother because he had heard of a robbery not far from where Kilarhas was now, but in the rich part of town.  He had heard the description of the robber, knew it to be his brother, and had decided to go looking for him.

Kilarhas didn't want to meet his brother, Faelis always had been careless and reckless, spoiled because who cared what he turned into?  Their parents hadn't cared.   Kilarhas was the only one that really mattered, he was going to be the king.   So they had groomed him to become a king while Faelis and Kilarhas's other siblings got to do whatever they wanted while Kilarhas was studying to be a king.

Kilarhas smiled darkly as he walked through the street, his cloak's hood pulled down low.  Well, look at him now, look where all that studying put him, a ranger and a mercenary, exiled by his parents for saving the kingdom.  It served his parents right, putting everything into him, and now his youngest brother would be king.  An elf who had never studied for the position, while his two older brother traveled the world on their own.  Not he was the one who could do whatever he wanted.

Kilarhas shook the thoughts of his parents from his mind as he walked into the inn.  The main room was dim and the low ceiling and smell of stale drink and made Kilarhas sure that this was the right place. It was filled with people who Kilarhas assumed to be thieves and other unsavory characters.

He scanned the room and then walked over to the bar, where the bartender was cleaning a class with a dirty rag.  It had been seven years since he had seen his brother, but when the bartender looked up, Kilarhas recognized the other elf right away.

Faelis didn't seemed surprised to see Kilarhas, and he smirked when he saw him.  He leaned on the bar and looked at Kilarhas. "What are you doing here, brother?  On a mission for your kingdom?"

Now it was Kilarhas's turn to smiled. "Far from it, I was exiled by are dear parents a year after you left."

Faelis did look surprised now, and he raised his thin eyebrows, his piercings glinting in the dim light. "Exiled?  What for, brother?  I thought you were the perfect one."

"I wasn't that day," Kilarhas said, and he proceeded to tell Faelis why exactly he had been exiled.  When he was finished there was a silence between them, then Faelis spoke up.

"So you say you're a ranger now, so I have to assume you're here for someone.  A self-respecting elf like you wouldn't come to this place for a drink."

"No, but I wan't to know why you're working here, I thought you were a thief?"

"I am, this job is just for a bit.  I currently have no money on me, so I decided to try and earn a little." Kilarhas scoffed. "That's a change."  Faelis continued. "I know, I don't like it.  But I'm done working in an hour, and I'll not do it again.  Back to my question, who're you here for?

"Me?"

Kilarhas sighed. "Yes, you."

"Kill me?"

Kilarhas shook his head. "Not kill you, I don't kill unless I have to.  I'm going to have to take you to jail, though."

Faelis pursed his lips to keep back a smile. "I'm afraid I'm not going to come quietly, If that's what you want.  I know you've always been a good fighter, Kil, with your magic and dagger and bow.  But I'm not bad either!"

And in the middle of his sentence he vaulted over bar at Kilarhas, but the other elf was ready for it, he ducked, but Faelis grabbed his shoulders and they tumbled to the floor, rolling across the ground.  Kilarhas kicked over a chair as they fought, and another man was hit by it as it fell.  He leaped up with a roar, attacking the man nearest to him, and soon the whole place had exploded into a full-on bar-fight.

Faelis got on top of Kilarhas and grinned down at him somewhat madly. "This is fun."

Then Kilarhas flipped him off and leaped to his feet, Faelis following suit.  Kilarhas leaped at his brother and they crashed out of the bar ind into the street.  The rolled across the ground, trading punches and other forms of attack.

"Not bad, brother," Faelis said, rolling to his feet and facing Kilarhas, licking a bloody lip and still smiling. "Not bad at all."



(OOC: Sorry for the long post!)

QUICK STATS
Name Faelis Gindien
Age 22 
Lifespan About ten year longer than a human's.
Birthday August 24
Gender Male
Sexul Orientation Pansexual, prefers women
Species Corrian Elf
EthnicityFormerly of an elven kingdom in Southern Le'raana 
Height 6'
OccupationThief, trickster, adventurer
Residence Travels
Character of mine most likely to. . . Start a fight, for fun!


Physical Description Faelis has light golden skin and long wavy/shaggy black hair with golden strands in it. It falls just below his shoulder blades.  His eyes are dark gold with flecks of red in them and are lined with kohl.  Like most elves, he is slender and graceful, yet strong, but is handsomer than most.  He dressed himself in black leathers and his clothes and hair are adorned with feathers and gold beads, pieces of metal, and small bones, he also has a few small dreadlocks in his hair.  His boot are knee-high, leather, and high-heeled.  He wears a short long-sleeved leather jacket, and under it he has several belts crossing his chest and around his waist.  They hold many small daggers and pouches which are filled with all manner of things.  His main weapons are the small daggers and knives hidden all over his person, though he can shoot a bow fairly well.  His pointed ears are pierced with six piercings each, all of the earrings are gold.  His left eyebrow is pierced twice and he wears two gold rings in it.  His lip is also pierced and he wears several rings on both hands, though they are not very elaborate.  Some are gold with small intricate carvings in the metal and others are ones he stole, liked, and kept.  As a Corrian Elf, his lifespan is only a decade longer than that of a humans'.  All in all, he kind of looks like a punk-rocker.

Personality Faelis flirts with nearly every woman he comes across, but hardly ever lets it get farther than a few kisses, though he lets the other believe whatever they want.  He is a scoundrel and is cocky, but can be rather kind.  He is a smart-aleck, and can really get on peoples nerves, often on purpose.  He often deliberately starts bar fights, often over a rude remark on his part. He is reckless and there's not a building in Le'raana he's come across that he wouldn't be willing to break into, but that's not to say he'll never find one.  He's a cat burglar, getting in and getting out quickly and quietly.  He's actually a bit, well, more than a bit, a lot, of an adrenaline junkie.  Hardly anything scares him, so he is rarely cautious, so that greatly adds to his recklessness.

Despite his profession as a thief, Faelis is not obsessed with money, he's more obsessed with the adventures that come while acquiring said money.  Even if there is little, or no, profit involved, Faelis will take part on an adventure, and occasionally acting as a guide or mercenary, though usually for individuals, as he prefers one-on-one interaction or a very small group rather than a whole caravan.  Besides that, he doesn't really advertise as a mercenary or guide, but will make an offer if he meets someone in need of one of those things.  He will often ask for payment, but sometimes not, as he's really just in it for the adventure, though he may, just for the fun of it, stir up an argument over pricing.

While Faelis can be rude and arrogant, he does not reserve his scorn for any class or race of being.  He's actually very much about equality and not judging a person by their appearance, and, in his book, that means he can insult everyone.  And while he may pick on a person's appearance or class, it's because he wants to start something (a fight, etc.), not because he is truly judging them.

Note: May possibly be Is a bit insane.  Though inside Faelis is actually a goodhearted man (most of the time), sometimes a dark side comes out.  Sometimes when he's in a fight, or when he feels deeply threatened, he becomes sadistic and sometimes ruthless, though in a quiet and deadly way.  This dark side also once in a while comes out at random times, and during this dark time he becomes even more reckless than before. He can't control it. Not much scares him, and this is one of the few things that really does.

Magic/Abilities He is very agile and strong, and is skilled in hand-to-hand combat as well as fighting with and throwing his daggers.  Though he is not does not excel at this, he can shoot a bow with fairly good accuracy. He has no magic other than he has a connection to the earth and nature, like most Corrian elves have, and has an immunity to some magics.  He has a high tolerance for alcohol and some mind control, but that's because he is so stubborn and willful.

Notable Possessions His numerous small daggers are magical, though only in the way that they never dull and never break.  They are made of silver but are not super shiny, and though they don't get tarnished, they do get dirty and need to be cleaned.  He doesn't go anywhere without them, and he would have them on his person even in a place where he feels safe.

Relationships His brother, Kilarhas Gindein, though as Faelis is a thief and Kilarhas a ranger/do-gooder, they don't get along to well and haven't contacted each other since Faelis left the elven kingdom.  As Faelis let first, he doesn't even know that Kilarhas later left the kingdom.

His sister, Flordia.  She was only eight when he ran away, and while they got along, he hasn't seen her since he left, and doesn't feel much of a connection to her or any of his family anymore.

Leyla Armitage.  Leyla is a new friend of Faelis', and has opened him up to himself more than anyone else he has ever known.

Other than Leyla, Faelis doesn't really have anyone that he really cares about.

History Faelis was a prince, but thew away the title when he left the kingdom for search of a more exiting life at fifteen.  He abhorred the boring life of being a prince in his kingdom.  As Kilarhas being the heir to the throne, when his parents died, Faelis would be left with almost nothing, would have to get married to some Lady elf, and live out a uneventful life watching over some village, solving the villagers problems, and doing the same boring routine every day.  So he left and became a thief.  That hadn't been his first intention, even though he knew he loved to sneak into places and have the victory of getting one-over someone, but then he saw the beautiful necklace around a woman's neck on the street and he wondered if he would be able to take it off without her noticing.  He tried, and got the necklace, and it went on from there, Faelis daring himself to do things.  He kept whatever loot he needed to live and threw the rest away.  As in walking up to random people and slipping a necklace or a sack of coins into their bags, another challenge to himself to see if he could do it.  Though he's stolen a lot of things, he's only been caught a few times, so if he were to get caught again, his record would only show that he had committed a few thefts, rather than the whole of his exploits.

Current Threads (Not in chronological order)
Out of the Darkness and Into the Sun
Yes, of Course I'm Staying to Watch!
The Quest of a Lifetime Pt. 1
A Hunting We Will Go!
In A Thieving Pickle
In a thieving pickle - now with Arca~! (Part 2ish)
Sure, I Can Be A Guide
A New Dawn, A New Day
Pirates of the Hivanibbean
A Fine Drink for a New Arrival
No Place for the Civilized

Finished Threads
The Cat's in the Bag!
Brothers, to the Fight
Searching for the Lost Caravan

Okay, I don't know if I'm going to make myself clear.  But instead of having the URL code for my character catalog,

Example : http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=18573.0

I would like to just have the words 'My Characters' and those words are a link that go straight to my character page.

How do I do this?  It looks much nicer and neater, but I can't find out how to do it!   :P

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Name Jiminie (Jim-in-ee)
Age 15
Lifespan About ten years longer than a human
Gender Female
Species Dragon
Ethnicity Forinn Dragon
Height 12 inches tall (9 inches to her shoulder)
Occupation None, she doesn't need one!
Residence Wanders
Character of mine most likely to. . . Get killed just to shut her up

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Physical Description Looks like the standard western dragon, four legs, long tail, two bat-like wings.  Her whole body is silver and her scales hard like armor.  Her eyes are jade colored and humanoid, with round irises and pupils, but are capable of seeing in the dark and much farther than a humans'.  On her head she has two small curving horns and a fanning ridge runs from her head all the way down her neck, back, and tail.  Her ears are surrounded by webbed spines.

Personality Happy and Peppy and Bursting with Love!  If you've read the Dragonlance books, Jiminie is Kenderlike.  And for those who haven't read those books (which are great, by the way) they're very innocent and can take almost all situations with a smile on their face.  The way Jiminie isn't like a Kender s that she likes to play tricks every once in a while and tease people, about everything.  But she doesn't do it in a malevolent way, to her, it's all in fun and if you don't have a sense of humor, that's your problem.  She is easily distracted by shiny things, and other random things she thinks are cool, and she can ramble on and on about random stuff.  She can be quite irritating.

Magic/Abilities Breaths fire, can fight fairly well with her teeth, claws and breath weapon.  She's a very fast flier and when she does get into a fight, which is rare, she uses her speed to get around attacks from the enemy and make an attack herself.  She is small for her kind, as most female Forinn Dragon's are twenty inches tall and the males generally the same to five inches taller.  She can speak common, but also sometimes sent mental messages to people, though they are usually composed of only a few words, as the mental stuff is hard for her.  She can see in the dark, hear exceptionally well, and can creep around silently.

Relationships Her parents and siblings and old flock, all alive and well.

History She was born in a flock of Forenn Dragons and lived with them until she was thirteen,and then she decided to travel.  Forenn Dragons are jungle dwellers, most of them live in the jungles of Yoreiq, and when she decided to travel she took a boat to Le'raana and has been there ever since, traveling around.  As a Foress Dragon, she will live to be about one hundred.

The colors of her kind are usually bright greens, purples, and other colors that blend in with the jungle around them.  They are long and slim creatures, and their skin is more like a lizards, smooth and soft, that scales.  But when Jiminie was born with silver scales hard like armor and her body more compact and muscular, it was a great surprise to her family and the rest of the flock.  But that didn't stop them from liking her, and, unlike most stories, Jiminie was perfectly accepted, not teased, not shunned, she was a full member of the flock just like everyone else.

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