Tail: Long and thin, darker blue nubs ridged down the middle.
Looks: Light blue skin, Grey-Green eyes, slightly pointed ears. Her body is an hourglass shape (developed hips and chest). Her Horns are a mix of Ombre black and her normal skin tone. Long white, fluffy hair (she ties it up in a bun or braid a lot)
Personality:
She is quite nice with a bit of a brisk attitude. She is fearless and likes to dive in headfirst into situations in which her friends have been hurt. She really likes small animals and can easily be swayed but just a visit to the Animal shelter. Her dog, Nicky, is her favorite of all animals. She got him when he was a pup and he has been pulling her sled tea, ever since.
Lore is a follower of Genesis, God of Ice and Tundra lands. She goes to see him when she doesn’t understand life or is just stress. Even though he is a god, she see’s him as a father figure.
She loves cooking, she will cook for anybody if given the chance. She likes making foods likes stew, soup, and breads a lot. Her special recipe is a Rabbit stew with chives and potatoes. She likes desserts but doesn’t like sweet things. She really dislikes chocolate and candies.
She likes studying things she doesn’t understand. She will spend days at a time studying one creature or topic to the point of dehydration or starving. She owns multiple books but keeps them at home in her special library. She likes to know how things work and will take apart small machines to see how the operate.
While she is kind, she also has a bit of prankster streak. She will purposely annoy people or trick them into doing things for her amusement. She will sometimes hide small trinkets such as A stylish pen or a small gold coin in tree nooks and watch for people to find them. Most of the time she is hiding from people in secret nooks and crannies to read with Nicky by her side.
Biography:
(Not yet available)
Relationships:
H.U.N.T.E.R unit [Friends/good]
Theren and Galax [Friends/neutral]
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Tail: Long and thin, darker blue nubs ridged down the middle.
Looks: Light blue skin, Grey-Green eyes, slightly pointed ears. Her body is an hourglass shape (developed hips and chest). Her Horns are a mix of Ombre black and her normal skin tone. Long white, fluffy hair (she ties it up in a bun or braid a lot)
Personality:
She is quite nice with a bit of a brisk attitude. She is fearless and likes to dive in headfirst into situations in which her friends have been hurt. She really likes small animals and can easily be swayed but just a visit to the Animal shelter. Her dog, Nicky, is her favorite of all animals. She got him when he was a pup and he has been pulling her sled tea, ever since.
Lore is a follower of Genesis, God of Ice and Tundra lands. She goes to see him when she doesn’t understand life or is just stress. Even though he is a god, she see’s him as a father figure.
She loves cooking, she will cook for anybody if given the chance. She likes making foods likes stew, soup, and breads a lot. Her special recipe is a Rabbit stew with chives and potatoes. She likes desserts but doesn’t like sweet things. She really dislikes chocolate and candies.
She likes studying things she doesn’t understand. She will spend days at a time studying one creature or topic to the point of dehydration or starving. She owns multiple books but keeps them at home in her special library. She likes to know how things work and will take apart small machines to see how the operate.
While she is kind, she also has a bit of prankster streak. She will purposely annoy people or trick them into doing things for her amusement. She will sometimes hide small trinkets such as A stylish pen or a small gold coin in tree nooks and watch for people to find them. Most of the time she is hiding from people in secret nooks and crannies to read with Nicky by her side.
*Oh, I've updated the Relationships of most of my characters.*
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Clothing type: Comfortable and snuggly, very warm. (Hoodies, cloaks, thick jackets) (masks consist of the following: Plague doctor mask, Crude made bone mask, white Ceramic mask)
Looks: Dark black skin with no features. His skin is moldable and he likes to scare people with it. His skin feels colder than normal skin.
Personality:
N/A for now :)
Biography:
-Childhood Backstory-
Born as a great grandson to a power mage named Hawthorn, Issac had a lineage of magical talent from him. His mother and father were both famous Smithers, they worked and toiled no-stop till the sun set. Issac was taught how to do this at the age of 8. His father would teach him to make small things out of metal like hooks or a simple knife.
When he was 17, Hawthorn visited them. For his birthday present, Issac was given a spell book bound in black and gold leather, it had the shape of the sun on the front and had a black steel chain on the spine. Inside the book were different spells ranging from easy to very hard. Hawthorn disappeared that night as well, never to be seen again.
Issac started teaching himself spells and tricks from the book each night. One night he was up, practicing a spell to turn flowers into crystal when he made an incorrect wording and caused his skin to become a pale Grey color and his eyes to go all black. He hid this from his family for years under a crudely made mask.
He was working at the forge with his sister one day when black crystals split from his jacket like hideous spines. He screamed in pain. His mother and father came in to see what was wrong with their son. When they got the whole picture of what was happening, his father pulled a gun on him, assuming a demon had taken over their son. Issac stumbled back and got the left side of his face fused with molten metal that was being poured out at that time. Issac broke free of the molten metal, now looking like a rock creature that climbed out from the depths.
Issac ran from his home that day. He was in pain and afraid of what he had become.
He ran as fast as he could, as fast as his feet would take him till, he was in the middle of the woods. He was just in his two hoodies he had layered on, both ripped and torn, and a pair of jeans. His sneakers were so dirty he could barely tell were the ground started and ended.
He crouched down in the leaves and slept for three days till he was awoken by a fox licking his face. A woman in her forties stood above him, she wore brown and green clothing, she looked like a tree. her skin was pale brown, and her eyes were completely black. She had horns that curled around her pointed ears like branches. She knelt and offered a hand for him to stand up. He took it and brushed the leaves off his clothes. The fox curled around her legs and seemed to smile in a friendly manner.
The woman sat on a log and asked his name and where he was heading. He couldn’t just tell her that he had been running away, so he lied. She chuckled, knowing he was lying. She said, “Boys with dirty shoes usually are running from something”. He had given up lying and told her everything, about his curse, about how he couldn’t do magic right anymore, about how he had left because his father and mother feared him. She chuckled again and leaned forward “there is no right way to do magic, everyone had their own.” She said and stood up, the fox getting up with her. She gave him an old and tattered backpack that looked like it had seen better days, inside was six candles, a box of matches, rations, and a book that looked all too familiar.
Before he could ask her anything, she was gone into the mist….
-Current backstory-
Issac held a cow’s heart up to the light, his one good eye studied its structure before he looked back at the cadaver that was laying on a table in front of him. He set the heart in a bowl of its own blood and moved it aside before picking up a scalpel and piercing the cadaver’s chest. He made a quick cut right down the chest then across it. He slowly unfolded the skin, examining the organs and bones carefully. He made a quick incision to the left artery valve and took out the original heart, putting it on the pan next to him. He brings back over the bowl with the cow’s heart and begins implanting it into the cadaver’s chest. With a few quick stitches, the new heart would be ready to go.
After Issac had met that woman in the woods. He was more confused then ever on where his life would lead. He managed to wander into a small town. There he met Alexander, a Wandering necromancer and former Doctor. The two instantly became quick friends. Alexander took Issac under his wing and taught him everything he knew about Medicine and surgery. The pair would often grave rob and were sent to jail twice because of it.
Issac soon knew as much as Alexander did. However, once the town found out the two newcomers were graverobbing and preforming the “devil’s act” upon resting souls, they formed a mob and attacked them. Alexander, with all his power, tried to protect Issac but died due to a Shotgun bullet.
Issac ran and ran. It was like when he was a kid all over again. He was alone all over again. He slept with one eye open that night.
That morning someone poked him with a stick. It was a small grey Tabaxi in Silver and Blue clothing. They smiled kindly. Issac was offered food and shelter by them. Their name was Fish sticks and turns out they were the same age as issac. Both were 20. Fish sticks told Issac he could stay if he wanted, it was nice to have company. Issac nodded, hesitant a bit. The Tabaxi and Him stayed together for three weeks before Issac had a relapsing episode.
Crystals grew from his skin and eyes. The tabaxi looked at him in fear but didn’t run away, instead they helped Issac through it. Issac grew to have feelings for them due to that, but those feelings were cut short. A hunger grew over him, a hunger for something that was insatiable. That night Fish sticks died. If anyone ever found him, they found a tent stained with tabaxi blood.
Issac was alone once more. was this going to his curse as well? To forever loose his friends? He was in a down time in his life. Often, he would try and harm himself such as jumping off roofs or letting out his blood.
One day he was sinking to the bottom of a lake with his pockets full of stones, when it hit him. This was all so stupid. Being depressed was so stupid, so what if he was a monster, he needed to focus on himself instead of others. He swam back up to the surface, a new ideology in mind.
He took up Alexander’s work and began stealing Dead bodies from wherever he could get them. He would work tirelessly to build flesh people And Golems. He would often be down in his lab for days without food of water.
He learned that his crystal that grew from him were triggered by stress. Whoever he would mess up an experiment, he would break out in them. He also learned they could be broken off. they were made of concentrated energy that could be used almost like a battery.
Appearance: 5'7 Female half-elf (Human: 10%, Elf: 90%) with Pale blue skin. She has white, fluffy, long hair that she ties up sometimes when working. She has Bright blue eyes and has a teardrop mole under her left eye. Pear shaped body.
Personality: She has motherly instinct and will emotionally adopt people she feels needs a mother figure. She is kind and generous, feeling like she, herself, means very little.
Biography: (In other Tavern)
Relationships:
Good: Krathain (In relationship) Azazel (Emotionally adopted) Nermia (Friend) The drow (Emotionally adopted)
Neutral: Most tavern goer's
Bad: N/A
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Occupations: Bounty Hunter (Current) Former Soldier (Former)
Appearance: (With helmet and armor off) Fair skinned with dark freckles. Dark hair that is shaved around the base of the neck. Right ear is torn up. Scars over face and arms. Dark blue eyes. Very muscular, can lift 3x his weight. (With armor and Helmet on) Metal skull like helmet with black glass visor. The mask itself is made of steel with orange and blue lines down the sides. His armor is thick plates made of steel and admintine. He carries both simple weapons, Guns, and a metal shield made of Admintine.
Personality: (Under the Helmet) Quiet, he rarely ever speaks unless he is getting information from his victims. He is very stealthy and can move in and out of places with ease. (Out of Helmet) Cold and Unfeeling. He regularly avoids people when out of his helmet and prefers to be other places then where people are. He has seen things because of his years in war and has a little PTSD from it but it never shows.
Biography: (Not available at the moment)
Relationships:
Good: N/A
Neutral: N/A
Bad: N/A
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Appearance: 5'12-6'0 White skinned Teifling with ridged horns. He has short black hair and bright orange eyes. He has marking of black and orange dots around his cheeks and back.he has a long, finned tail with orange and white skin.
Personality: He is playful and curious of some people but overall hides a loathing for humans and elves. Though he may seem kind and caring, he is a master at hiding his feeling under a large amount of deception. He HATES humans because of what they did to his family and how they treated certain special races. His personality can go from false kindness to cruel anger in seconds when he is truly pissed. Most days he comes off a nonchalant and "just around".
Biography: (Continuing to add to it)
Relationships: - Positive: None - Neutral: Azazel (Pretends to be his friend, investigating him) - Negative: Any sort of species that wishes to enslave teiflings for work.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Appearance: Slim figure with light skin, dark brown hair, and green eyes. Her face and skin are marred by jagged cracks that glow with orange flame. She usually wears a cloak and gloves that obscure all of her features.
Personality: Valitya is a bit uncomfortable around other people, especially people her age, and she's very hesitant to trust. However, she's also steadfast in her ideals, and will never give up on her friends. She views herself as a failure and a disappointment to her family, and doesn't want to hurt them more.
Biography: She ran away from her noble family after her skin was distorted, since she thought it would bring shame to them and to her.
Relationships: - Positive: Asari (friend), Lyra (role model), Kalani (friend), Poppy (helped her up) - Neutral: Mithris (nice to Asari), Zya (kind of scared her) - Negative: Morbius (attacked and threatened Asari), Avery (kidnapped her)
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Appearance: A tall, clean-shaven, severe-looking man with grey hair tied back into a firm knot and cold blue eyes. He wears the same ash-colored suit and coat every day.
Personality: Seferis Cirdir is a harsh man who suffers no fool, he wakes up at precisely 6:00 every morning and goes to sleep at precisely 9:00 at night. He is strictly regimented and finds it difficult to respect those who aren't. Gold strikes his fancy as much as any man, but he finds it a grudging chore to deal with any chaotic zealot or fanatic. He is easily hateable to most.
Biography: Seferis Cirdir was the brains of a local militia that grew into a mob that grew into an entire blooming army in the world of Kyphr. They carved out a small territory for themselves and settled there. Seferis thought of it as stagnation and worked tirelessly to move their strength onto the surrounding countryside, to conquer and become a massive empire. They didn't listen and due to the ever-turning political machine, and his unpopularity in it, he was ousted. He's been working for years now as a private contractor, working with small forces and supplying them with weapons. He hopes to find a force willing and worthy of ruling an empire, it is his highest ambition to do so.
Relationships:
- Positive:
- Neutral:
- Negative:
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Occupations: Petty thief, chef at the Tavern at the End of the World, rogue
Appearance: A slightly tall half-elf with dark skin, long fingers, and a single blind eye that (supposedly) was clawed out by a hook horror.
Personality: Klei is kind and witty, though he is a minor kleptomaniac. He also has a penchant for screaming.
Biography: Klei was a member of the Isyati tribe in Tiloka, a group of half-elves. However, abyssal creatures destroyed the tribe, leaving Klei as the only survivor. He escaped to the large city of Halberd, where he joined a thieves' guild. The thieves really enjoyed Klei's recipes, so Klei quit being a mainstream thief and instead worked as a chef in Halberd, though he was kicked out for stealing. Klei went back to being a rogue, and once stole a ring of invisibility. He ended up on the plane known as Entropy, and became a chef at the famed Tavern at the End of the World.
Occupations: Petty thief, chef at the Tavern at the End of the World, rogue
Appearance: A slightly tall half-elf with dark skin, long fingers, and a single blind eye that (supposedly) was clawed out by a hook horror.
Personality: Klei is kind and witty, though he is a minor kleptomaniac. He also has a penchant for screaming.
Biography: Klei was a member of the Isyati tribe in Tiloka, a group of half-elves. However, abyssal creatures destroyed the tribe, leaving Klei as the only survivor. He escaped to the large city of Halberd, where he joined a thieves' guild. The thieves really enjoyed Klei's recipes, so Klei quit being a mainstream thief and instead worked as a chef in Halberd, though he was kicked out for stealing. Klei went back to being a rogue, and once stole a ring of invisibility. He ended up on the plane known as Entropy, and became a chef at the famed Tavern at the End of the World.
Occupations: Petty thief, chef at the Tavern at the End of the World, rogue
Appearance: A slightly tall half-elf with dark skin, long fingers, and a single blind eye that (supposedly) was clawed out by a hook horror.
Personality: Klei is kind and witty, though he is a minor kleptomaniac. He also has a penchant for screaming.
Biography: Klei was a member of the Isyati tribe in Tiloka, a group of half-elves. However, abyssal creatures destroyed the tribe, leaving Klei as the only survivor. He escaped to the large city of Halberd, where he joined a thieves' guild. The thieves really enjoyed Klei's recipes, so Klei quit being a mainstream thief and instead worked as a chef in Halberd, though he was kicked out for stealing. Klei went back to being a rogue, and once stole a ring of invisibility. He ended up on the plane known as Entropy, and became a chef at the famed Tavern at the End of the World.
Relationships
Good: Poppy, a harengon.
Neutral: Galax, a kobold.
Bad: Ettor, a human.
galax practicly hates Klei
Oh yeah. Hey 0verkill, can you post something on Ettor? I'm eager to learn of this Meroving creature.
Appearance: Short, auburn-copper hair in a mock Mohawk, shaven on both sides. Very very pale skin. Crimson eyes that have darker red flecks towards the outside and that have darker shadows underneath. He is extremely muscular and is built like a warrior. He has scars on his arms and neck but somehow managed to heal, two small dot/piercings are on his neck. He has a Black tattoo in the shape of a sword on his left arm.
Clothing: He wears a black suit with woven steel fibers in EVERYTHING. Vampires are hunted and staked in his world. His clothing is light and flexible to fight back, thick enough to block the sunlight, and sturdy enough to protect against attacks. He would often go out in broad daylight somedays, so it had to be thick and heavy enough to protect him from the sun. He occasionally wears a cloak or hooded jacket but only outdoors. He has a specially made weapons holster in his cloak inner fabric for his weapons.
The clothing itself consists of a black, button-up shirt, a black vest, black jacket/suit coat/trench coat, a pair of heavy black trousers, and thick black leather boots/shoes.
Personality: Sable is charming. His overall tone and body language is charismatic. He can be crafty and sly when need be. He can be kind-hearted but is overall looking for someway to get his next meal. He enjoys a good conversation and loves a bit of gossip. He knows many back door people (Thieves, Murderers, Criminals) that he can talk to find out information.
He prefers to stay out of fights and use his brain over his brawn. Though he doesn’t participate in a fight, he is usually the one to start them with blade-like comments and blackmail (if he knows the person). Though he rarely fights, he is extremely agile and quick on his feet. He rather uses his claws and teeth over a weapon any day.
Biography: Relationships
Good: Silver (Close friend)
Neutral: Luzcian (Vampire Lordship)
Bad: EVERY CLERIC OF THE LIGHT
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Appearance: A 5'12 human he has pale skin, dark crimson irises, Messy hair (like a bedhead), and the color of his hair is inky black. He usually wears a black leather unbuttoned trench coat, with no shirt, baggy black leather pants held up by a chain, and a pair of boots that look like combat boots, as well as a pair of clawed gauntlets on both of his hands.
Personality: Very hard to describe, it's hard to tell exactly what mood he is in, but he always seems to be in a jovial mood. He is actually kind of a nice guy (no, not one of 'those' nice guys, actually a cool dude), he's just a bit strange due to the mental effect of being immortal. He's also very calm and carefree almost all of the time. He likes messing with people.
Backstory: Ettor was born in a small village, where he was wandering the nearby forest, and tripped into an ancient temple underground devoted to a thought to have been long dead god, Equinox. Since he had no current way out, he explored a bit, eventually finding a way out by climbing some vine plants. Later that night, he had a dream where Equinox's voice spoke to him, tempting him into a pact where if he acted as a revival vessel for Equinox, Equinox would make him immortal. Ettor, being a stupid young man, accepted the deal, and since then have been a host for Equinox. After spending a while in the Tales of Adventurers Tavern, he had some help to speed up the process, and now Equinox is somewhere. Later on, in the Tavern at the End of the World, Ettor gave someone else his immortality, leaving him mortal once again.
Appearance: A 5'12 human he has pale skin, dark crimson irises, Messy hair (like a bedhead), and the color of his hair is inky black. He usually wears a black leather unbuttoned trench coat, with no shirt, baggy black leather pants held up by a chain, and a pair of boots that look like combat boots, as well as a pair of clawed gauntlets on both of his hands.
Personality: Very hard to describe, it's hard to tell exactly what mood he is in, but he always seems to be in a jovial mood. He is actually kind of a nice guy (no, not one of 'those' nice guys, actually a cool dude), he's just a bit strange due to the mental effect of being immortal. He's also very calm and carefree almost all of the time.
Backstory: Ettor was born in a small village, where he was wandering the nearby forest, and tripped into an ancient temple underground devoted to a thought to have been long dead god, Equinox. Since he had no current way out, he explored a bit, eventually finding a way out by climbing some vine plants. Later that night, he had a dream where Equinox's voice spoke to him, tempting him into a pact where if he acted as a revival vessel for Equinox, Equinox would make him immortal. Ettor, being a stupid young man, accepted the deal, and since then have been a host for Equinox. After spending a while in the Tales of Adventurers Tavern, he had some help to speed up the process, and now Equinox is somewhere. Later on, in the Tavern at the End of the World, Ettor gave someone else his immortality, leaving him mortal once again.
Appearance: A 5'12 human he has pale skin, dark crimson irises, Messy hair (like a bedhead), and the color of his hair is inky black. He usually wears a black leather unbuttoned trench coat, with no shirt, baggy black leather pants held up by a chain, and a pair of boots that look like combat boots, as well as a pair of clawed gauntlets on both of his hands.
Personality: Very hard to describe, it's hard to tell exactly what mood he is in, but he always seems to be in a jovial mood. He is actually kind of a nice guy (no, not one of 'those' nice guys, actually a cool dude), he's just a bit strange due to the mental effect of being immortal. He's also very calm and carefree almost all of the time.
Backstory: Ettor was born in a small village, where he was wandering the nearby forest, and tripped into an ancient temple underground devoted to a thought to have been long dead god, Equinox. Since he had no current way out, he explored a bit, eventually finding a way out by climbing some vine plants. Later that night, he had a dream where Equinox's voice spoke to him, tempting him into a pact where if he acted as a revival vessel for Equinox, Equinox would make him immortal. Ettor, being a stupid young man, accepted the deal, and since then have been a host for Equinox. After spending a while in the Tales of Adventurers Tavern, he had some help to speed up the process, and now Equinox is somewhere. Later on, in the Tavern at the End of the World, Ettor gave someone else his immortality, leaving him mortal once again.
Name: Lore Amelia Azin
Age: 35
Race: Teifling
Occupations: Agent of chaos, warlock, scholar.
Appearance:
Height: 5’8
Horns: (1 set) Ram.
Tail: Long and thin, darker blue nubs ridged down the middle.
Looks: Light blue skin, Grey-Green eyes, slightly pointed ears. Her body is an hourglass shape (developed hips and chest). Her Horns are a mix of Ombre black and her normal skin tone. Long white, fluffy hair (she ties it up in a bun or braid a lot)
Personality:
She is quite nice with a bit of a brisk attitude. She is fearless and likes to dive in headfirst into situations in which her friends have been hurt. She really likes small animals and can easily be swayed but just a visit to the Animal shelter. Her dog, Nicky, is her favorite of all animals. She got him when he was a pup and he has been pulling her sled tea, ever since.
Lore is a follower of Genesis, God of Ice and Tundra lands. She goes to see him when she doesn’t understand life or is just stress. Even though he is a god, she see’s him as a father figure.
She loves cooking, she will cook for anybody if given the chance. She likes making foods likes stew, soup, and breads a lot. Her special recipe is a Rabbit stew with chives and potatoes. She likes desserts but doesn’t like sweet things. She really dislikes chocolate and candies.
She likes studying things she doesn’t understand. She will spend days at a time studying one creature or topic to the point of dehydration or starving. She owns multiple books but keeps them at home in her special library. She likes to know how things work and will take apart small machines to see how the operate.
While she is kind, she also has a bit of prankster streak. She will purposely annoy people or trick them into doing things for her amusement. She will sometimes hide small trinkets such as A stylish pen or a small gold coin in tree nooks and watch for people to find them. Most of the time she is hiding from people in secret nooks and crannies to read with Nicky by her side.
Biography:
(Not yet available)
Relationships:
H.U.N.T.E.R unit [Friends/good]
Theren and Galax [Friends/neutral]
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She sounds really cool. And pretty.
*Good to see you back*
*Oh, I've updated the Relationships of most of my characters.*
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Name: Issac Vincent Merrick
Age: 24
Race: Human
Occupations: Doctor, surgeon, golem builder, pyromaniac
Appearance:
Clothing type: Comfortable and snuggly, very warm. (Hoodies, cloaks, thick jackets) (masks consist of the following: Plague doctor mask, Crude made bone mask, white Ceramic mask)
Looks: Dark black skin with no features. His skin is moldable and he likes to scare people with it. His skin feels colder than normal skin.
Personality:
N/A for now :)
Biography:
-Childhood Backstory-
Born as a great grandson to a power mage named Hawthorn, Issac had a lineage of magical talent from him. His mother and father were both famous Smithers, they worked and toiled no-stop till the sun set. Issac was taught how to do this at the age of 8. His father would teach him to make small things out of metal like hooks or a simple knife.
When he was 17, Hawthorn visited them. For his birthday present, Issac was given a spell book bound in black and gold leather, it had the shape of the sun on the front and had a black steel chain on the spine. Inside the book were different spells ranging from easy to very hard. Hawthorn disappeared that night as well, never to be seen again.
Issac started teaching himself spells and tricks from the book each night. One night he was up, practicing a spell to turn flowers into crystal when he made an incorrect wording and caused his skin to become a pale Grey color and his eyes to go all black. He hid this from his family for years under a crudely made mask.
He was working at the forge with his sister one day when black crystals split from his jacket like hideous spines. He screamed in pain. His mother and father came in to see what was wrong with their son. When they got the whole picture of what was happening, his father pulled a gun on him, assuming a demon had taken over their son. Issac stumbled back and got the left side of his face fused with molten metal that was being poured out at that time. Issac broke free of the molten metal, now looking like a rock creature that climbed out from the depths.
Issac ran from his home that day. He was in pain and afraid of what he had become.
He ran as fast as he could, as fast as his feet would take him till, he was in the middle of the woods. He was just in his two hoodies he had layered on, both ripped and torn, and a pair of jeans. His sneakers were so dirty he could barely tell were the ground started and ended.
He crouched down in the leaves and slept for three days till he was awoken by a fox licking his face. A woman in her forties stood above him, she wore brown and green clothing, she looked like a tree. her skin was pale brown, and her eyes were completely black. She had horns that curled around her pointed ears like branches. She knelt and offered a hand for him to stand up. He took it and brushed the leaves off his clothes. The fox curled around her legs and seemed to smile in a friendly manner.
The woman sat on a log and asked his name and where he was heading. He couldn’t just tell her that he had been running away, so he lied. She chuckled, knowing he was lying. She said, “Boys with dirty shoes usually are running from something”. He had given up lying and told her everything, about his curse, about how he couldn’t do magic right anymore, about how he had left because his father and mother feared him. She chuckled again and leaned forward “there is no right way to do magic, everyone had their own.” She said and stood up, the fox getting up with her. She gave him an old and tattered backpack that looked like it had seen better days, inside was six candles, a box of matches, rations, and a book that looked all too familiar.
Before he could ask her anything, she was gone into the mist….
-Current backstory-
Issac held a cow’s heart up to the light, his one good eye studied its structure before he looked back at the cadaver that was laying on a table in front of him. He set the heart in a bowl of its own blood and moved it aside before picking up a scalpel and piercing the cadaver’s chest. He made a quick cut right down the chest then across it. He slowly unfolded the skin, examining the organs and bones carefully. He made a quick incision to the left artery valve and took out the original heart, putting it on the pan next to him. He brings back over the bowl with the cow’s heart and begins implanting it into the cadaver’s chest. With a few quick stitches, the new heart would be ready to go.
After Issac had met that woman in the woods. He was more confused then ever on where his life would lead. He managed to wander into a small town. There he met Alexander, a Wandering necromancer and former Doctor. The two instantly became quick friends. Alexander took Issac under his wing and taught him everything he knew about Medicine and surgery. The pair would often grave rob and were sent to jail twice because of it.
Issac soon knew as much as Alexander did. However, once the town found out the two newcomers were graverobbing and preforming the “devil’s act” upon resting souls, they formed a mob and attacked them. Alexander, with all his power, tried to protect Issac but died due to a Shotgun bullet.
Issac ran and ran. It was like when he was a kid all over again. He was alone all over again. He slept with one eye open that night.
That morning someone poked him with a stick. It was a small grey Tabaxi in Silver and Blue clothing. They smiled kindly. Issac was offered food and shelter by them. Their name was Fish sticks and turns out they were the same age as issac. Both were 20. Fish sticks told Issac he could stay if he wanted, it was nice to have company. Issac nodded, hesitant a bit. The Tabaxi and Him stayed together for three weeks before Issac had a relapsing episode.
Crystals grew from his skin and eyes. The tabaxi looked at him in fear but didn’t run away, instead they helped Issac through it. Issac grew to have feelings for them due to that, but those feelings were cut short. A hunger grew over him, a hunger for something that was insatiable. That night Fish sticks died. If anyone ever found him, they found a tent stained with tabaxi blood.
Issac was alone once more. was this going to his curse as well? To forever loose his friends? He was in a down time in his life. Often, he would try and harm himself such as jumping off roofs or letting out his blood.
One day he was sinking to the bottom of a lake with his pockets full of stones, when it hit him. This was all so stupid. Being depressed was so stupid, so what if he was a monster, he needed to focus on himself instead of others. He swam back up to the surface, a new ideology in mind.
He took up Alexander’s work and began stealing Dead bodies from wherever he could get them. He would work tirelessly to build flesh people And Golems. He would often be down in his lab for days without food of water.
He learned that his crystal that grew from him were triggered by stress. Whoever he would mess up an experiment, he would break out in them. He also learned they could be broken off. they were made of concentrated energy that could be used almost like a battery.
From that moment on, He was Issac.
Relationships: N/a
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Name: Allison Emily Vanderguard
Age: 58
Race: Half-Elf
Occupations: Gardener, seamstress, clothing maker,
Appearance: 5'7 Female half-elf (Human: 10%, Elf: 90%) with Pale blue skin. She has white, fluffy, long hair that she ties up sometimes when working. She has Bright blue eyes and has a teardrop mole under her left eye. Pear shaped body.
Personality: She has motherly instinct and will emotionally adopt people she feels needs a mother figure. She is kind and generous, feeling like she, herself, means very little.
Biography: (In other Tavern)
Relationships:
Good: Krathain (In relationship) Azazel (Emotionally adopted) Nermia (Friend) The drow (Emotionally adopted)
Neutral: Most tavern goer's
Bad: N/A
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Name: James Benjamin Carlile
Age: 29
Race: Human/Cyborg
Occupations: Bounty Hunter (Current) Former Soldier (Former)
Appearance: (With helmet and armor off) Fair skinned with dark freckles. Dark hair that is shaved around the base of the neck. Right ear is torn up. Scars over face and arms. Dark blue eyes. Very muscular, can lift 3x his weight. (With armor and Helmet on) Metal skull like helmet with black glass visor. The mask itself is made of steel with orange and blue lines down the sides. His armor is thick plates made of steel and admintine. He carries both simple weapons, Guns, and a metal shield made of Admintine.
Personality: (Under the Helmet) Quiet, he rarely ever speaks unless he is getting information from his victims. He is very stealthy and can move in and out of places with ease. (Out of Helmet) Cold and Unfeeling. He regularly avoids people when out of his helmet and prefers to be other places then where people are. He has seen things because of his years in war and has a little PTSD from it but it never shows.
Biography: (Not available at the moment)
Relationships:
Good: N/A
Neutral: N/A
Bad: N/A
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Name: Unkown
Age: Young
Race: Goliath
Occupations: Unkown
Appearance: 7'4" woman with pale skin, brown eyes, black hair and tattoos. She wears light winter clothing, and carries a shield and shortsword.
Personality: Unkown.
Biography: Stuff.
Relationships:
- Positive: Not Alice.
- Neutral: N/A
- Negative: Chris' new character(The one who overuses s).
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Name: Adder Warfield
Age: (Body looks 23) (Is actually 35)
Race: Teifling (Rare Race called the Cratch)
Occupations: Spy, investigator, pickpocketer
Appearance: 5'12-6'0 White skinned Teifling with ridged horns. He has short black hair and bright orange eyes. He has marking of black and orange dots around his cheeks and back.he has a long, finned tail with orange and white skin.
Personality: He is playful and curious of some people but overall hides a loathing for humans and elves. Though he may seem kind and caring, he is a master at hiding his feeling under a large amount of deception. He HATES humans because of what they did to his family and how they treated certain special races. His personality can go from false kindness to cruel anger in seconds when he is truly pissed. Most days he comes off a nonchalant and "just around".
Biography: (Continuing to add to it)
Relationships:
- Positive: None
- Neutral: Azazel (Pretends to be his friend, investigating him)
- Negative: Any sort of species that wishes to enslave teiflings for work.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
VTL, I've updated Ringmaster's relationships.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Name: Valitya
Age: 16
Race: Human, mostly.
Occupations: Formerly a noble.
Appearance: Slim figure with light skin, dark brown hair, and green eyes. Her face and skin are marred by jagged cracks that glow with orange flame. She usually wears a cloak and gloves that obscure all of her features.
Personality: Valitya is a bit uncomfortable around other people, especially people her age, and she's very hesitant to trust. However, she's also steadfast in her ideals, and will never give up on her friends. She views herself as a failure and a disappointment to her family, and doesn't want to hurt them more.
Biography: She ran away from her noble family after her skin was distorted, since she thought it would bring shame to them and to her.
Relationships:
- Positive: Asari (friend), Lyra (role model), Kalani (friend), Poppy (helped her up)
- Neutral: Mithris (nice to Asari), Zya (kind of scared her)
- Negative: Morbius (attacked and threatened Asari), Avery (kidnapped her)
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Name: Seferis Cirdir
Race: Human
Occupations: Former Tactician, now Arms Dealer
Appearance: A tall, clean-shaven, severe-looking man with grey hair tied back into a firm knot and cold blue eyes. He wears the same ash-colored suit and coat every day.
Personality: Seferis Cirdir is a harsh man who suffers no fool, he wakes up at precisely 6:00 every morning and goes to sleep at precisely 9:00 at night. He is strictly regimented and finds it difficult to respect those who aren't. Gold strikes his fancy as much as any man, but he finds it a grudging chore to deal with any chaotic zealot or fanatic. He is easily hateable to most.
Biography: Seferis Cirdir was the brains of a local militia that grew into a mob that grew into an entire blooming army in the world of Kyphr. They carved out a small territory for themselves and settled there. Seferis thought of it as stagnation and worked tirelessly to move their strength onto the surrounding countryside, to conquer and become a massive empire. They didn't listen and due to the ever-turning political machine, and his unpopularity in it, he was ousted. He's been working for years now as a private contractor, working with small forces and supplying them with weapons. He hopes to find a force willing and worthy of ruling an empire, it is his highest ambition to do so.
Relationships:
- Positive:
- Neutral:
- Negative:
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*Welp, time for me to remake Darkflare.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*evil scheming noises*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Name: Klei Farasten
Age: 19 and a half
Occupations: Petty thief, chef at the Tavern at the End of the World, rogue
Appearance: A slightly tall half-elf with dark skin, long fingers, and a single blind eye that (supposedly) was clawed out by a hook horror.
Personality: Klei is kind and witty, though he is a minor kleptomaniac. He also has a penchant for screaming.
Biography: Klei was a member of the Isyati tribe in Tiloka, a group of half-elves. However, abyssal creatures destroyed the tribe, leaving Klei as the only survivor. He escaped to the large city of Halberd, where he joined a thieves' guild. The thieves really enjoyed Klei's recipes, so Klei quit being a mainstream thief and instead worked as a chef in Halberd, though he was kicked out for stealing. Klei went back to being a rogue, and once stole a ring of invisibility. He ended up on the plane known as Entropy, and became a chef at the famed Tavern at the End of the World.
Relationships
Good: Poppy, a harengon.
Neutral: Galax, a kobold.
Bad: Ettor, a human.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
galax practicly hates Klei
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Oh yeah. Hey 0verkill, can you post something on Ettor? I'm eager to learn of this Meroving creature.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Name: Sable Addison Guidera
Age: 627
Occupations: Magician, Mage.
Appearance: Short, auburn-copper hair in a mock Mohawk, shaven on both sides. Very very pale skin. Crimson eyes that have darker red flecks towards the outside and that have darker shadows underneath. He is extremely muscular and is built like a warrior. He has scars on his arms and neck but somehow managed to heal, two small dot/piercings are on his neck. He has a Black tattoo in the shape of a sword on his left arm.
Clothing: He wears a black suit with woven steel fibers in EVERYTHING. Vampires are hunted and staked in his world. His clothing is light and flexible to fight back, thick enough to block the sunlight, and sturdy enough to protect against attacks. He would often go out in broad daylight somedays, so it had to be thick and heavy enough to protect him from the sun. He occasionally wears a cloak or hooded jacket but only outdoors. He has a specially made weapons holster in his cloak inner fabric for his weapons.
The clothing itself consists of a black, button-up shirt, a black vest, black jacket/suit coat/trench coat, a pair of heavy black trousers, and thick black leather boots/shoes.
Personality: Sable is charming. His overall tone and body language is charismatic. He can be crafty and sly when need be. He can be kind-hearted but is overall looking for someway to get his next meal. He enjoys a good conversation and loves a bit of gossip. He knows many back door people (Thieves, Murderers, Criminals) that he can talk to find out information.
He prefers to stay out of fights and use his brain over his brawn. Though he doesn’t participate in a fight, he is usually the one to start them with blade-like comments and blackmail (if he knows the person). Though he rarely fights, he is extremely agile and quick on his feet. He rather uses his claws and teeth over a weapon any day.
Biography: Relationships
Good: Silver (Close friend)
Neutral: Luzcian (Vampire Lordship)
Bad: EVERY CLERIC OF THE LIGHT
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
I can't believe I forgot to put him in here...
Name: Ettor
Age: 299 (appears 22)
Occupation: Lazy
Appearance: A 5'12 human he has pale skin, dark crimson irises, Messy hair (like a bedhead), and the color of his hair is inky black. He usually wears a black leather unbuttoned trench coat, with no shirt, baggy black leather pants held up by a chain, and a pair of boots that look like combat boots, as well as a pair of clawed gauntlets on both of his hands.
Personality: Very hard to describe, it's hard to tell exactly what mood he is in, but he always seems to be in a jovial mood. He is actually kind of a nice guy (no, not one of 'those' nice guys, actually a cool dude), he's just a bit strange due to the mental effect of being immortal. He's also very calm and carefree almost all of the time. He likes messing with people.
Backstory: Ettor was born in a small village, where he was wandering the nearby forest, and tripped into an ancient temple underground devoted to a thought to have been long dead god, Equinox. Since he had no current way out, he explored a bit, eventually finding a way out by climbing some vine plants. Later that night, he had a dream where Equinox's voice spoke to him, tempting him into a pact where if he acted as a revival vessel for Equinox, Equinox would make him immortal. Ettor, being a stupid young man, accepted the deal, and since then have been a host for Equinox. After spending a while in the Tales of Adventurers Tavern, he had some help to speed up the process, and now Equinox is somewhere. Later on, in the Tavern at the End of the World, Ettor gave someone else his immortality, leaving him mortal once again.
Relationships:
Good: Poppy (Significant other), can't remember anyone else.
Neutral: A few random characters he's had some passing dialogue with, Klei (Finds him funny), Tevelin (finds her funny as well)
Bad: He doesn't see anyone in a bad light, either he doesn't care, or he likes them.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
lore, he gave them the imortality
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Sounds like Sans. How does Ettor think of Thirteen or Tevelin?
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.