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    RP Characters

    I really enjoying building a theme and story around my characters. I name them, equip them and play them all a certain way. It gives each character their own personality, and makes the game-play more enjoyable to me. I have 8 characters total (2 of each spec) and while I don't play all of them, I enjoy the process of creating them to match their specialization.

    Post your stories here if you role-play heavily or even slightly. It's fun to read about how others experience the game.

    Armageddon - US1 - Lightning Warrior




    Armageddon heaved a great sigh as he sat upon the rickety bench of the Trader's Tavern. The youngsters who frequented the joint gave him a respectful nod as they filled their satchels for upcoming adventures. Armageddon smiled bitterly as he watched them. He sank back into the corner and reminisced about his younger days, when he too could heft a sword, and ride out into the night among his allies with the thrill of blood and battle awaiting him.

    He was born upon the barren mountain-tops of Maiden. Among the snowy peaks he was raised by an ancient tribe known as the 'Naz'Ber', often translated to: "They who will not be moved". These people were isolated from the rest of civilization. For them, their tribe was the whole of the world. They knew nothing else. They upheld a tradition for generations that limited them to stay inside the boundaries of their land. They believed anything beyond their charted terrain belonged to the spirits and was not for mortal men and women to witness. However, these boundaries did not stop the curious Ka'Per. As a child he ventured to the edge and occasionally beyond these imaginary restrictions. The elders feared he would bring doom upon them all, and thus dubbed him Armageddon. As years passed, Armageddon grew in size and strength. Eventually towering over even the largest of his people. Their chastisement of his continued expeditions to the boundaries went unnoticed by him.. until eventually, one day he simply left.

    Years later, Armageddon found a home among the people of Ardent. His shock at discovering that there were other lands full of people was second only to his realization of one particular attribute he had never witnessed among his tribe. Evil. Lord Pyrrus reigned during the peak years of Armageddon's training among the warriors of Ardent. He had shown his battle prowess time and time again as he lead the charge to thwart monsters such as the Shadow Oracles and the Queen of Banshees. His comrades called him a 'Tank', as he would rush into battle without any plan of action and surround himself with as many enemies as he could muster. He would never fall, despite his injuries, for he was young and full of life and the lust for violence. This notion held true as Armageddon and his allies confronted the vile Stone Lord himself. Armed with his Electric Great-Sword and supported by his companions, Armageddon was confident of their victory. Time slowed as he fought, he laughed a deep booming sound of pure joy as he witnessed his friends alongside him. There goes Tnarg, blazing fast and decimating foes! Here comes Kia2, running to our aid with shields and heals! There goes an arrow, zooming past me to meet an opponent! Only Snow Fairy can be behind such accuracy. What a team, what a life!!!The team fought their way through hoards of monsters and vanquished their great enemy together. They cheered and huzzahed their way home, drinking in the companionship and adrenaline of the night. Another battle fought, and a hard won victory gained.

    10 Years later. Another call to arms, this time in Dartrey Woods. Armageddon saddled his lightning steed, rallied his reluctant friends and together they set off to challenge this new foe. This was the moment he had been waiting for, this was what he lived for... why were his allies not excited? Wasn't this their true calling?

    As the battle began, Armageddon lead the charge as per usual. He carried his shield and swung his sword with a ferocity he believed unmatched. He noticed the new generation of heroes had come to join this battle. "Came to learn a thing or two eh?" Armageddon growled as he grinned through his untrimmed beard. He was met with only a few cold glances as the new generation cut through enemies with a passion. "This is not your fight old-timers." Someone called from the rear. "Leave, before you get hurt." Armageddon's face burned red as vowed to himself to teach these young-lings some proper respect. However, as the battle progressed, it dawned on him that he was having difficulty keeping up. His energy sapped, he panted with exhaustion as he struggled to wield his sword. Just been a while.. he thought. Slowly it became apparent to him. He looked around and pinpointed his old team among the chaos of battle. They were weary, arms drooping, expressions fixed with unyielding determination, yet their bodies could no longer keep up. PAIN! Armageddon reared back as he attempted to stop the flow of blood through a deep gash in his chest-plate. He looked up in disbelief. The creatures gathered around him, and for the first time Armageddon feared for his life, feared that his body simply could not continue, and that he would fall. Faster than he could imagine, one of the new Heroes cut through the encircling enemies in a frenzy. "Get clear old man!" Armageddon would die before retreating. He shouted a guttural cry and charged back into the fray. Only when the last foe had dropped, did he collapse.

    5 years later (Present Day): Where does the time fly.. Armageddon thought as he bound his greying hair into a warrior's tail. He walked through his once vibrant Village and waved at his old compatriots. They were not many left. Some had fallen in battle, others had vanished to time, and a few had chosen to relocate to the newer settlements and instruct the next generation of Heroes in the old ways. He watched his old friend Chad hobbling around his garden, massaging his aching back as he bent over to harvest his crops. He smiled as he glanced at the old couple Durnik and Marchella, having a picnic by the waterfall. He loved them all dearly, but whenever he looked upon them it only reminded him of all they had lost, of what they used to be.

    Armageddon opened the heavy oak door to his home and sat upon the musty couch, already tired from a simply journey from Trader's Tavern. He gazed at his old Armor and Great-Sword. Too heavy for him now, they hung as trophies upon his wall. He knew and accepted that his time had come. The days of him and his friends adventuring throughout the realms was at an end. Their cheers replaced by new voices, as the vicious cycle of time took its toll. He knew he would never wield that sword again. He knew he would never again lead the charge to battle.

    Anarky
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    Korruption
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    Execution - US1 Marksman Hunter



    Born among the freezing glaciers of Shiverspine, Execution had but one option for survival: Hunt. The tribes of Shiverspine believe in a solitary lifestyle, as the game is sparse, and greater numbers are a burden. Execution was abandoned at an early age to fend for himself, left with a splintered bow and half a dozen arrows, he was left to die. Instead, he embraced the isolation. Bracing himself to the frigid winters, he set out with a cold determination to survive, no matter the cost. He quickly learned that the only means to successfully hunt in the pale barren lands of Shiverspine, was to blend in. Execution fashioned an arsenal for himself from the carcasses of his foes, frost bear tunics and blizzard elk masks.

    On a quest to obtain wood from the rare white Oaks of the ShiverPeaks, Execution confronted one of his deadliest adversaries. Celestial Sabre-tooth Tigers were an anomaly in the region, and only those with an ambition for death would willingly face one. For 5 days and 5 nights the two beasts fought not with savagery, but with stealth and suspense. Neither could best the other, despite their efforts. At last on the final night of their confrontation, the Sabre-tooth appeared, panting with exhaustion and bowed its head. It was not an indication of defeat, but an acknowledgement, that they were equals. Execution repeated the gesture, and wearily approached the magnificent animal. With a hand upon the Tiger's brow, they both realized that together, they could conquer any foe. Thus the bond was formed. They were silent, and moved as a shadow itself, eliminating wildlife with an ease that quickly turned them into a local legend. Tooth and Claw they were.

    It was during his young adulthood that the wretch Villarus sprung up from the grave, attacking tribes and turning them into his skeletal army. With the thought of survival in the forefront of his mind Execution sprung into action. Together with Claw he snuck behind enemy lines and found Villarus. Camped far behind his army the vile demon was piercing captured tribesmen with his Icy blade and converting them to his cause. Execution and Claw fought as one. With the element of surprise they wounded him. Working together they attacked at different times and angles, Villarus was helpless against their tactical onslaught. With a final shot from his bow Execution finished his foe, saving the tribesmen, and earning his name.

    Extinction - US2 Ice Wizard



    Brayard and his family lead a simple life. Among one of the many farmers in Goldenvale they lived by the seasons, planting and harvesting as time flowed by. They visited neighbors, sharing crops and stories, enjoying the lush environment and pure prosperity acquired from living on the land. It was a good life. However, their spans of peace were often interrupted by the thud of heavy hooves in the dead of the night. For the minotaurs were becoming ever more territorial, and wished to expand upon the lands of Ardent. King Leo had sent his Heroes abroad, to some distant lands solving foreign disputes in Stormhold. The villagers left to themselves were defenseless, any who resisted the periodic raids were swiftly cut down.

    Brayard locked the door and shuttered the windows, his wife and children, familiar with the routine but no less frightened, huddled in the basement. Distant shouts could be heard from down the valley, and Brayard hoped his fellow villagers wouldn’t stir up trouble. He leaned on his cane and proceeded down the stairs. Brayard had been through dozens of raids in his lifetime, but none would change the course of his life as this one had. The minotaurs were savage creatures, and furious when provoked with even the slightest offense. Brayard soon realized they had forgotten to leave the customary tribute of crops by the front door, before he had a chance to resolve this, the entire door was blown open. Four hulking minotaurs charged in and quickly knocked Brayard upon the ground. They ravaged his house, furious that he had refused to comply with their traditional tribute offering and that they had to do the work themselves. To Brayard’s horror, one of the Minotaurs stumbled upon the basement door which he had left ajar. With guttural noises, he notified the others, and they proceeded to enter the basement, hopeful for hidden treasures. Helpless, Brayard struggled to his feet, grabbed his cane and followed. A pitched scream brought a chill to his bones, and he raced down the stairs clumsily. Brayard could never forget the sight he beheld, it was enough to leave him gaping at the pure monstrosity of the savages. His entire family lay slaughtered, while the Minotaurs excitedly rummaged through the few belongings. They turned in unison as Brayard dropped his cane, one approached with a blade, however the largest, clearly in command stopped him with a grunt. They needed someone to harvest crops for next season after all. They cleaned out his house and lumbered out, knocking Brayard to the floor as they left. He didn’t even feel the physical pain; his emotions were still in torment as he blacked out.

    Years passed, and the cold fury built up over time. Brayard had left that night, after burying his family. His mind devoted to a single cause: vengeance. When he looked around he saw no more of the beautiful golden rows of corn, the clear blue sky and soft breezes. He only saw a graveyard. He traveled the world, learning all he could, absorbing knowledge. He journeyed to the distant Wizard School, and after learning his story the headmaster sympathized, and offered to teach him, despite his poor upbringing and lack of funds. He learned well from Rotburga, choosing to excel in the mastery of ice. Despite his accomplishments and the clear regard the other students and instructors showed him, Brayard never smiled, never interacted with any other. His stoic expression remained as he learned all there was to learn. He departed Rotburga as an equal years later. With respect, his former headmaster wished him well with his task. Brayard bowed his head slightly, donned his equipment and set out towards the Minotaur Lair. A grim smile slowly spread across his face as he traveled. His first in years. He wondered if they would remember him, as the old man with the cane. He wondered if they would be surprised, that they had created their own Extinction.

    Sinizter
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    Kayaus
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    Vyrus
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    Last edited by SKAAVEEK; 23.01.2018 at 07:32.

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    Very nice!!!!!! More. I want to read more.

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    That was amazing. And I agree with Sarah... MORE!!

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    Maple Syrup, US1_Shadow Priest, hidden skeleton in her closet...

    Maple Syrup was born to Breakfast. At the time of her birth, in the morning rise of her family breaking their fast in the cold hills past Memorial Pond, her birthing Mother, anxious Father, and twelve older brothers we eating waffles. Her Mother was pouring delicious, hot maple syrup over her chocolate chip waffles, and oh dear... out came Maple Syrup.

    Maple Syrup then grew up addicted to breakfasts. Even breakfast for lunch. And breakfast for dinner. Then to top it off, breakfast for dessert and sometimes a late night snack. She became addicted to breakfast so much that it grew to an ashamed, hidden passion. To hide her passion Maple Syrup became an avid Shadow Priest because there was something so dark in her history that only the aspects of Shadow could hide her true affections.

    She runs around Ardent concealing her imperfection by claiming a Mastery in Tailoring, or by ranching sheep instead of the ardent producers of sunny side up eggs, and thick slaps of honey baked ham. She also dines in secret with her best friend and mentor. Yes. The Banshee Queen.

    However, there are at times hidden meanings left unchecked that can be found in clues laying around about her authentic life style. Her faithful companion, Waffles, the ultimate handsome unicorn that found her wandering in the Swamps of Grugol will run around Maple Syrup's pen of sheep. One might think he is herding the sheep already locked away in the pen, silly right? But the true meaning of his rant of prances is... he is playing with Strawberry (Maple's ember sheep), and Bananas (Maple's golden sheep), and Cool Whip (Maple's arctic sheep).

    So there you have it; Maple Syrup on top of Waffles with Strawberry, Bananas and Cool Whip. Anyone hungry?
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    Vuljin as a youth lived in a small village far to the west of Ardent City. It was a small quaint village with the smell of fine wines aged in extravagant white oak barrels. The air always smelling of spirits and the finest cooked meats. Vuljin grew fond of the bug lore skill due to the moist soil and mass amount of graveyards in the lands. Everything was perfect for Vuljin sheltered in his little town. But all things good must come to an end. Vuljin and his family where about to experience this first hand.
    At the age of eighteen Vuljins village became the target of a traveling horde of skeletons fleeing from the soldiers of ardent city. The skeletons forced to retreat due to nobels and politicians wanting to create a haven for retired members of Ardents most esteemed diplomats. The skeletons saw the weak humble town as an easy target to destroy in their search for a new resting place. They began ravishing the village killing people of any age. Vuljins parents instructed him to hide for his sake in a hidden door that doubled as a bookshelf. He had to listen as his friends in family were murdered feet away from him. When the destruction settled he stepped out to a sea of corpses. It left a permanent scar in his memory as these were people he bonded with. His family lay there cold and pale. Scarlet the local librarian, laying cold and headless. She had given him many a books which he got lost in. Tyrion the retired pirate, impaled by an arrow. Oh how he'd miss the pirating adventures Tyrion would reminisce about.
    Vuljin left to join a crew of pirates the "Keepers of Lore" who covered antiques and books. It was merely an act to escape the horrors of his past. The crew felt for this young man and took him under their wing. Vuljin learned of exotic lands and crafting. All the while learning the ways of the holy priest. Studying day and night to become the most valuable healer known to man. His obsession with books drove him to insanity. Years of having his nose in books made him a loner who frequently talked to inanimate objects.
    Now Vuljin a twenty five year old is a priest of mythical proportions. Using his vast knowledge base of words to inspire the most frightened of warriors to take arms and charge an enemy against all odds. His skills with epic poems and speeches was endless. Throughout his life he feared to kill. But had no problem healing his allies to kill for him. Making them feel almost god like. Be wary of the mythical Vuljin as his insanity knows no bounds and can be unreliable as he still battles ghost of his past. Often having hour long conversations with random objects or fleeing from invisible demons only he can see.

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    Royal Guardian SKAAVEEK's Avatar
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    Thanks for reading!

    I added in story # 2: Extinction.

    Feel free to add your own, loved reading yours maple / vuljin!
    US1: Armageddon, Anarky, Korruption, Execution
    US2: Sinizter, Kayaus, Extinction
    US3: Vyrus

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    lol good guy Rotburga

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    Tekno1, Bounty Goon, Mangrus II, Master Alpha
    Ermm... got 7 characters!

    Tekno1. (Teknonero1 Nerola)
    Born in Mideastern Glittermore, into a family of Miners, and Politicians, as a son of, a not-so-rich Lord. Lord Mangrus Nerola the second. In his family, in the line of family, people has numbers in their names, to show which Occupation they are. 1 is for a Professor, 2 is for a Business Man, 3 is for a Hero, 4 is for an Artist, 5 is for a Builder, and so on. Mangrus II, has a small mining company, that had mined for example Gillyway Tunnel, the Gold Tooth Hill Mines and the mine in Ironwoods grotto. Mangruses father is Glittermorean and his mother is from Halcyon. Tekno1's mother had died when Tekno was five days old. She had been killed by Thorncrestian Mallok Cultists. Tekno's mother was from snowy frozen far south realm of Koiver, and her father was a Koiverian and mother from Stormhold. Their life was well. Then one day, Mangrus sold his Mining Company, and gave the money to Tekno, to study in Stormhold. Tekno, hopped onto a horse, and rode into Halcyon, since there had been a storm on the Great Sea, for weeks and was predicted to keep on going, until Lysas, Zonas and Anobries kept fighting against Coruscans there. From Halcyon, to Sunkentooth Marsh, From Sunkentooth to Greenhaven, from there through Ardent into Stormhold and into Maiden. He walked into the T.U.T.T.I. (Tardis. Using. Time. Transporting. Island) School. In there, were people from many times, universes and dimensions, because, there was a time-transporting portal. There were Young Valuspa, Young Ceratiidae, Young Ux, Young Frederich, Young Doctor Greenlight, Robert and Rodney, Rottenburgas, Hugo Gummel, Maplecrest's son, Stormhold Prince Willy, Garry ''Gargoyle'' (greatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgrandson of Volva) and Oxton Odd (Orphan Knight), to name a few. Tekno were best friends with Willy, Gargoyle, Oxton, Ceratiidae and Robert ''Rottenburga'' Rotburga, but enemies with Ux, and Rodney Rotburga. Rodney was a gambling bully, and Ux was Rodney's superior. Maplecrest was the Headmaster. After Tekno, had ended his studies, he went lava surfing, with Gargoyle (Fire Resistant Spells), under Shiverspine, and angering Karackus, the arch nemesis of Gargoyle. Then he flew with Willy, into Royal Emperor Palace and to fly with Dragons. Then he went to ride on Royal Ardentian Horses and duel with Oxton. Then Tekno1, went riding into Ardent, to get a job and a house. While in Lady's Lake, he was kidnapped by Ugler the Mean and his bandit team. He was their slave for weeks, and had every day, clean up their carriages and ship and do whatever Ugler wanted. One day, at shores of Ethos Island, Cappi, Shulker and hShulker's Pet Skink, Giomar from the Bandit group were sent to get Limes and Boar meat, from Ethos. Hour later, Shulker and Giomar, ran back to the ship, with only few limes, and being chased by angry Summer Hollowians, Shulker hopped into the ship and told that Cappi, had escaped from the group of Bandits, and took a job as a guard one the fruit farm, in Dagmar Strand in lower ethos. Ugler got angry and kicked Giomar off the ship, and jailed Shulker, and left Ethos shores. Shulker broke the bars, in the jail of the ship, and started fighting against Ugler's gang, and killing multiple bandits. Tekno, took the change, and jumped off from the ship, and swam to Ethos. Tekno got tired and fainted at the beach, since it had taken him 30 minutes to swim to land, because of waves. Giomar, took from Tekno's hood, and pulled him from the shores, so Tekno would not drown, when the tide comes high. Hours later, a old man, with unknown name, came by, and with help of Giomar, put Tekno, into the Man's carriage. The man gave Giomar, Boar and Tuskermoon meat with limes, and took Tekno into Summers Hollow, and returned to Marigold Marina, to take care of Giomar, and live. Tekno was sleeping on a hillside, in Summers Hollow. A young male blond priest, called Jilletchester came by Tekno. -Are you okay? He said...



    To tired to make the other 6. But those are characters are: Mangrus II, Prince Willy, Bounty Goon, Master Alpha, Sir Odd and Gargoyle.

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    Royal Guardian SKAAVEEK's Avatar
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    Added in a new story: Armageddon the Lightning warrior! All the way at the top
    US1: Armageddon, Anarky, Korruption, Execution
    US2: Sinizter, Kayaus, Extinction
    US3: Vyrus

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    Makarios, Hunter
    An Interview with a Ranger
    An adventurer clad in studded leather, obscured by a worn green cloak, blocks the last rays of the setting sun as he enters the small tavern in Kingsport. The place is all but empty, save for a young woman scribbling notes onto a pile of papers. She looks up, discreetly pushing up on her glasses to get a better view of the stranger. He takes a slow look around before making his way to an empty table near the bar. The woman quickly gatherers her pages together and starts toward the visitor, silently cursing herself for not catching his eye as he entered.
    "Excuse me sir, you are new in town?" She blurts out, practically crashing into him before he can sit.
    He stares at her for a moment with his piercing blue eyes and pushes back a long strand of blond hair that had escaped from his ponytail, "I am, but surely you see many new faces in this port. I'm just passing through."
    The dark haired woman bites her lower lip and studies him, considering her response. But before she has a chance to speak again, the stranger pulls out the bench and offers her a seat. "Please, join me. What are you drinking?"
    "Oh.." she blinks as she sits at the table. "I'm sure I don't drink like you hunters do, ale doesn't sit well with me."
    He offers her a crooked smile and chuckles, "You assume much," then looking towards the other end of the tavern he calls, "Barkeep, two glasses of your red from the western lands."
    As they take their seat across from each other, the traveler carefully sets his longbow on the bench beside him while the woman sets down her papers and writing instrument on the table.
    He glances at her, "So, are you some sort of welcoming committee? Everyone else in this town seems to be in such a hurry?"
    She offers him a big smile, revealing the dimples on her slightly freckled cheeks, "The name's Stella and I'm actually a reporter for our weekly post...."
    The stranger begins to stand, "Gracious no, I'm just passing through and have had nothing to do with the local business around here," He proclaims, almost defensively.
    "No, please sir, we've had many travelers come through and I just want to get some news from outside Ardent. As you said, everyone is in a hurry, but you stopped in here for a reason. Won't you humor me? Where are you from, what brings you here? What is the life of a hunter like?"
    He slowly lowers himself and smiles. "The name is Makarios and I'm not a hunter, at least not as you know it."
    Stella looks at him quizzically, "The bow, the leather armor...around these parts, you fit the bill pretty well."
    Makarios leans back as the barkeep brings them the goblets of wine. He lifts his up in a gesture of toast, inviting the reporter to do the same. She grins as she raises her glass before taking a sip. She watches as he savors the taste of the wine before setting down his cup. "So, if not a hunter?" she finally breaks the silence.
    "A Ranger. I hail from Halcyon in the west, and am part of a long tradition of Rangers. Yes, we hunt but our connection to nature is strong. We can live equally out in the wild or amongst the villagers."
    Stella jots down some notes and looks up, "So...a hunter."
    The 'hunter' sighs, and appears slightly agitated. "The Rangers of Halcyon live by a code. I have seen no such code from the hunters of Ardent. Here, they have no problem dipping their arrowheads in poison, or sneaking in the dark to stab someone in the back. Honor, Valor, Spirituality; this is the Ranger Code that has been passed on to me from many generations."
    "You don't use stealth in attacking your prey?"
    Makarios ponders for a moment, "I can avoid being seen if I wish but the Code is more of an attitude, a way of looking at life...and death."
    "So these three...things?" she interrupts,
    "Virtues."
    "You're quite educated for a hunter..."
    "Ranger."
    Stella blushes.
    "As I said, the Rangers have a long tradition where I come from and we are trained in many things, including storytelling and history. Ultimately it's about connection. It's that connection that allows us to discern good from evil, whether it is in defending the innocent, vanquishing the darkness, or simply knowing which herbs and insects are useful in brewing a remedy." He smiles and picks up his goblet, obviously more at ease now that the reporter seems to understand.
    She continues to study him and ask questions, at time completely forgetting to take notes. But she too is at ease, knowing that she just might finally get published, but more importantly - perhaps she too, learned something about connection.