Seravia: Official Announcement

[The Demon Auditor]

Character: Thomas Bonds, a.k.a. "Night Warrior"

Age: 36

Race: Human

Class: Lancer (Ice Dragon)


Brief History: In the terms used by the modern Seravian, Thomas Bonds was a wealthy noble from a far-off and mysterious land. His fortunes rapidly changed dramatically though (as fortunes are oft want to do), and through a series of mischance and perplexing heroism, he found himself in the land of Seravia to rebuild his wealth. He wears a strange and brilliant silver armor into battle fashioned with a black cape and cowel. His weapon of choice is a unique double-barrelled flint musket halberd crafted by dwarven smiths, capable of spitting lead at long distance, and puncturing into standard armor at close quarters. He is proficient with a short sword and a magic "rushing" mace as well.

Tom's story in Seravia began many years ago, and is full of daring adventures and epic quests. He traveled to Seravia from the far, far north, beyond the mountain home of the silver elves, in a land dubbed the World's Edge. It was there he learned the ways of the Lancer from a female ice dragon whose name is hidden. He carries a blue medalion as a symbol of this bond, and some have rumored it is the source of his power.

He was one of the many celebrated heroes of the war with Cylos, and joined General Starfire in the War of the Rising Dead. After King Jordan came into power, Tom moved away from Kronum to live near a different city, one just beyond the new king's reach, where he established himself and became a secret anti-Jordan sympathizer, providing aid to those on the run from the King's tyranny and death squads. He waits for the day a hearty adventurer such as himself will be needed again.

[Seraphine Phoenix]

Character:
Seraphine Phoenix

Age:
134

Race:
White Elf

Class:
Fire Mage

Brief History:
Seraphine first arrived in Kronem when the Queen ruled and the people were free. She travelled to the great Capital City with the hope of working under a great Mage. A High Lady of Elements. While Seraphine was considered a great talent, it was her beauty that made her the talking point in the city. She was considered a rival of the Queen herself. It wasn’t long after her arrival that the great city of Kronem was attacked by the neighbouring nation. Suddenly without warning Seraphine was recruited into war.

Once the battle started not only was Seraphine known throughout Seravia as the most beautiful Elf in all the world, but a Mage of amazing talents. After the war and during Jordan's rule, Seraphine knew something was fishy from the get go, she went into hiding, but showed herself as soon as things started turning nasty. She was publically captured by Jordan’s men after almost obliterating part of the Castle. Her current whereabouts are unknown. But it’s been whispered in the streets that Jordan desired her for her great beauty.

[starfire]

need to get a count: How many people want in on just General RP with Seravia, and how many want to be involved with the aforementioned plot?

[Moridanu]

Im in. Ill be posting up my C bio and intro this weekend.. but its my bday weekend, so it might be either delayed, short, or written while extremely drunk ( or a combination of all three. )

[Vice and Virtue]

Character(s): Vice and Virtue.

Other names:Furiae and Phaedras (Unknown except to family or close friend.)

Age(s): 180 years.

Race: Silver Elves.

Class(es): Dragonlancer (Vice) and Druid(Virtue)

History: Vice and Virtue were born in the far northern lands to a tribal band of Silver Elves. Twins born to Eladrin and Syhephesta, their childhood was on average normal for their settlement. The girls kept to themselves, were taught in the fashion typical of their race and grew to young women without incident. However, the twins held a secret close between them due to the customs and beliefs of their race; both girls were magically endowed. Though Furiae's skill was not remarkable in the larger scope of the world, to the Silver Elves her abilities would become of great concern. Phaedras's magical abilities soon grew to significant proportions, her raw talent surpassing the abilities of many a fine and well-trained mage. However, due to the taboo nature of magic in their race the girls kept these abilities secret to their and their tribe's detriment. Phaedras's abilities soon grew beyond her scope of control and accidents began to happen around her, accidents that remained minor and unnoticed until people began to get hurt. Once their natural talents were discovered Furiae and Phaedras were cast out from their tribe. Given provisions, mounts, and warm clothing and tents to sustain them, they were disowned by their family and left to fend for themselves. Though shocked and more than a little disillusioned with themselves and their world, the girls soon learned to cope on their own and left the northern wastelands in search of help and perhaps a new settlement where they would be accepted. However, in the course of their journey both girls learned of their chosen paths and set on them, Furiae training relentlessly to become a dragonlancer, her affinity for flame leading her to her teacher. While Phaedras, vowing to use her skills to help rather than harm, took the path of the druid, training alongside her sister as often as she could. Both of them still learning, but also having nurtured a deep sense of adventure and restlessness, they owe their allegiance, respect, and affection only to each other. No one else.

[Ouranos]

Character: William Mardus

Age: 29

Race: Human

Class: Lancer (Water Dragon)

Brief History: William is strong. It's the most any of his former masters will ever tell anyone who asks about him. His strength. The man is built for battle, has a keen mind and a sharp eye. His wit is razor sharp when someone earns his respect enough to hear it. Much like the dragons he styles himself after, he is reclusive, in nature, and personality, and though he is a common sight patrolling the lands alone, those who have spoken with him at length are few and far between.

He is large of body, standing a full seven feet and then a little more in height, with muscles that are long and strong, not big and bulky, making him of impressive stature and strength without being slow and unwieldy. His eyes are crystaline-ice blue, his military trim hair black. His face is routinely shaven, daily. His armor is of full plate, shined to a gleaming polish, and unlike most lancers, instead of a light lance and a shield, he carries a greatspear, an eight and a half foot long steel shaft with a nine inch long six inch wide and inch thick at the point it meets the shaft head. Afew inches back from that are a quartet of short three inch blades pointing back with a slight curve at the wielder, used for catching enemies at length and pulling them close. It is decorated only by a single, blue stripe that runs the length of the shaft, in a flowing spiral around it from pommel to tip, while the shaft itself is blackened and the head sharpened and polished to remain bright. His armor is mirror finish, and blued slightly, fashioned of course to look of scales covering his body, even opting to use scale-shaped links of chain for the mail that covers the vulnerable joints.The helmet he carries for using in battle has of course been fashioned to make him appear more like a dragon, but the faceplate of it is more open then most, and projects far far shorter then most, so his vision in battle is completely unobstructed and it moves easily. His cloak is white, kept clean whenever possible, and flows long and wide from shoulder to the back of his legs, just short enough as not to touch ground. it is unmarked completely to the naked eye, but the magically inclined can see the runic pattern weaved into it, the enchanments of protection and safety.... and love? He is every inch a warrior, prepared for battle at all times.

[Moridanu]

Issidora Nighthill

Age: 432

Race: White Elf

Class: Ranger

Brief History: Issidora has lost her few family members during the many wars and dangerous years of the Doom and now lives alone in a small cottage completely hidden from the outside world by a thick veil of protective magic. The cottage is just within the outskirts of the forest outside of the town of Rivertowns Crossing. Although her father had built the cottage long before the Doom had been unleashed and therefore could never have forseen the benefit of building a home so close to the one main remaining bustling hive of commerce, Issidora suspected that he had indeed had some vision of the future when he had first constructed the family home. Small, but more than adequate to suit her needs, the cottage is made from sturdy stone, painted a light golden brown and trimmed in a soft yellow. The walls are now nearly completely overcome with the green moss that is so common in this area as well as a mysterious vine that creeps up and over all the walls of the cottage. Brilliant large flowers bloom from sunrise to sunset on the vine, their colours changing depending on the mood of the cottages’ mistress.

The small garden at the back of the cottage is tended to by Issidora daily, and although several large trees and rose bushes border the garden, it is only as a shield for anyone talented enough to pierce through her thick protective magic shield who might see her garden for what it truly it is. Hidden from sight are many thick, healthy plants baring vegetables and fruits long thought extinct in the land of Seravia. A medium sized pen containing 6 chickens ensures Issidora will always have fresh eggs to eat, while a larger pen housing her cow Brigadier ensures she will always have fresh milk. The chickens, cow and crops are so healthy and productive due to Issidores love and care, and magic of course, that she always has an abundance of food in a time where food is so scarce. During her many trips into the forest to search for fire wood or small animals to hunt and eat, she has come across several small tribes of Elves and has made it her mission to deliver fresh vegetables, milk and eggs twice a week. In these towns, sickness is unavoidable, and while she tries her best to make potions and charms with her many herbs and flowers from her magick garden, she is loathe to admit that medicine from Rivertowns Crossing is sometimes necessary. It is then, and only then, that she sets off for town, her list of supplies that she can not grow herself clutched tightly in her hand and her long time friend and familiar, Rosedier by her side.

Appearance:

Hair: Long silky hair that is such a light blonde, it is almost white. Her hair is usually worn loose with two long braids from either side of her head fastened with a brown leather cord at the nape of her neck.

Skin: Alabaster in shade but almost translucent.

Eyes: Pale green with flecks of gold.

Build: Lithe and long. She is tall with long limbs and fingers.

Wears: Usually soft brown leather pants, a pale green tunic and brown leather sandals. A brown leather cord hangs around her neck, which has a large wolf canine bound to it.

[Catrux]

Name: Kirik Nightrunner

Race: Silver Elf

Age: 207

Class: Rogue/Assassin

Description: Kirik is a devoted follower of the God of Light, which tends to rub Paladins the wrong way. Self rightous and over zealous Paladins start arguments with him claiming some one of his kind mocks the God of Light by wearing his symbol. Not being a shy person and also being the devoted follower he is, Kirik loves putting the paladins in their place saying "I walk where my God cannot to bring light and justice to his enemies, you Paladins are cowards and only stand up against his enemies in the light where he can protect you."

Brief history: Kirik gave himself and his abilities to the church of the God of Light over a hundred years ago and quickly became one of the few members of the secret organization known by few as The Holy Shadow. The Holy Shadow is a type of special forces for the church of Light, comprised of others with his type of skill set. It didn't take long for Kirik to ascend the ranks of The Holy Shadow, and is now one of the senior members of the secret organization. Kirik and his brothers had aided Leif Starfire in the wars and never turned their backs to him even after his fall from grace.

Appearance:

Hair: Roughly shoulder length Silver hair that tends to fall around his face, hiding it from the sides.

Eyes: His eyes are a deep emerald, that hint at the wisdom behind them.

Body: Like most silver elves he has a well built and toned body. His skin is nicely tanned from his love of being out under the sun when possible. Upon his chest is tattooed the symbol of the Holy Shadow, a partially eclipsed sun, and on his back a full sun.

Attire: Kirik is almost always seen wearing a black leather vest with many straps holding many daggers, both throwing and standard melee. His pants are a relaxed fiting black leather. Around his neck hangs a golden symbol of the God of Light.

I am the Light in the Darkness.

[Domar]

Character: Morgen Stern

Name: Morgen Stern

Race: Human

Age: 47

Class: Rogue

Description:

Brief history: Morgen has since his first year of life been an intelligent person, though saying he is smart or sly would be a huge understatement. While most of the children his age were learning to read he was scribing texts for the local temple of light. After learning almost everything the priests had to teach him he moved onto less reputable sources of knowledge. In particular he sought the tutelage of a daring thief and a blademaster. He spent years learning the tricks of the trade from both of them and in a training accident with the blademaster he lost some function in his right leg. Having lost his mobility he figured his training had been a waste. He took a year off of everything to figure out what he was going to do with his life now that he was damaged. However near the end of that year he met a fire eater who peaked his interest. He asked the man how he was able to overcome the pain of the fire he consumed and the man had three words for him, "Mind over Matter." The fire eater took Morgen on as an apprentice for a while and Morgen took his lessons and applied them to other things, namely his leg. After a while Morgen was able to overcome the damage to his leg and even surpass what he was capable of doing before the accident. Having used a cane for so long he decided to change it into a weapon that he still uses to this day, his trusty cane sword. Finally at the age of 22 he returned to the church and told the Father there of all of his adventures and lessons. The only reason the priest didn't kick him out immediately was because through everything Morgen had endured and learned he never once lost faith in the teachings he had received there. Morgen never found out how but news of his skills, faith, and potential had reached the agents of the Holy Shadow and he was taken under the wing of a Silver Elf by the name of Kirik Nightrunner. He is now one of their best agents, though he is still of low rank due to the fact he has only care about his work outside and not his ascension through the ranks.

Appearance:

Hair: 2 inch long brown hair slightly graying at the temples.

Eyes: Sharp electric blue eyes that always seem to gleam with mischief.

Body: Morgen has a thin yet well toned build. Though he is older there is no hint of wrinkles when he is out of his disguise. His leg has a few scars on it from his accident but they don’t really affect him anymore. When out of disguise many would think him younger than he is but most of his time is spent emulating an elderly man with a limp and a cane.

Attire: When in disguise, which is almost always, Morgen wears simple black or brown clothing and a matching brimmed hat. He is never seen without his cane-sword which is of a simple, yet deadly, design. The 2 ½ foot blade is housed in the mahogany shaft and is attached to 6 inch finely wrought silver handle, which is shaped to resemble a dragon’s claw grasping the world. When sheathed the sword is unrecognizable from a regular cane. Unless meeting with other members of the Holy Shadow he never shows the small tattoo of a partially eclipsed sun on his right shoulder blade.

(Catrux is ok with Morgen’s background)

[Anyldor Col]

Character: Lord Anyldor Col

Age: 143

Race: Grey Elf

Class: Bard (Rogue)


Brief History: Anyldor Col is the young prince of Coltaladanten City, one of the grey elf city-states hidden deep in the forests from prying eyes. In an effort to learn more about the outside world, he permitted himself to become a noble of Kronum City and established a large estate just beyond the city walls where he could paint in peace and make a name for himself as a master artist.

It was in Kronum he met with one of Seravia's most powerful sorceresses, and fell in love. Their affair was short, but explosive. The sorceress was betrothed to another, a general in the Kronum Army, and Anyldor was forced to accept that he was merely the "other man." The sorceress' twin sister (evil, natch) took Anyldor's heart in her hand, and exposed him to the truth of the matter, whereupon he went blind instantly in a fit of rage and jealousy (and perhaps a curse). With his eyesight permanently shut away beyond his reach, he left Kronum in disgrace.

Almost two decades have passed since that time. Wars have been fought and Kronum has a new king. Anyldor once again ventures out into the kingdom of Seravia, but he is not the same man he used to be. The shy and timid painter he once was is gone, his artistic talent almost all but evaporated. Instead he carries a new brush at his side, a razor thin rapier by the name of Elwyndieth, tipped in silver and hilted in mithrill. He still carries the paint box and easel he used to use to woo women and break hearts, but with much less enthusiasm. The blind artist can only paint what he feels, and not what he sees, making his brush lax, but his sword deadly.


Appearance:

Hair: Long, silver hair that tends to fall in one sheet, and is rarely contained in a ponytail.

Eyes: Amber, with no pupils to speak of.

Body: Ashen-grey skin over a lithe and limber frame that has seen better times.

Attire: Typically a cloak of earthy green and brown trim. Underneath a rich, red vest exposing his small, yet masculine chest, tucked into fashionable brown pants. A leather belt around his hips holds knives and his rapier, and black leather boots adorn his feet. "Adorn" is such a fitting word for a pussy like him. Sorry, did I let that slip out?