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**TheBlendercat** · 07-13-2012, 01:45 AM

Gereln Armion

GENERAL

Name: Gereln Armion
Nickname: None
Race: Elf(Do I need a class of elf?)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Occupation/Class: Mage
Alignment: Good, although he doesn't always act like it

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Weight: About 140 lb
Height: 5'11.5"
Skin tone: Slightly pale
Build: Slim, not excessively broad shouldered. Not noticeably muscular either.
Hair color and style: Bright, pale blond. Messy cut, it's short on the front of his head and hangs down to about the nape of his neck on the sides and back.
Eye color: Orange
Clothing: Wears robes identical in design to these(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx...yvn0o1_500.png) however, instead of black and gold, his are white and a deep crimson.
Piercings/Tatoos/markings (if any): None
Magic: He excels at conjuring things, often being known to conjure swords when in a battle. He also has been trying to practice necromancy in secret, however, such attempts have not yielded good results. He also is well-versed with frost magic.

PERSONALITY

General Personality: Hard-headed and full of himself. Always thinks his ideas are best, although he'll take time to consider ideas from someone else if he knows them well. He thinks he knows everything and often gets himself into trouble because of this. He is not one to hold his tongue, saying what he thinks regardless of who is around. He's a bit bipolar, going from happy and high-spirited to verging on what we modern folk call emo in less than five minutes. He denies it, but his self esteem is on the lower side of the scale. To get over this, he'll often insult people without much reason. Due to his parents' death, he will often show off with whatever he does, believing they are watching him and wanting him to impress them.
Likes: Other elves, being superior, being right, being victorious, being
Dislikes: Orcs, for no reason whatsoever(He has taken to calling them 'sweaty meat-bags'), every other race(Although he harbors a special hatred for orcs, as seen above), having to take orders, being in the wrong, losing, dying
Bad experiences: Being told that he would never become anything, and would never have any significance in society, and that he would never find love by another elf.
Best memory: Breaking said elf's nose
Skills: Swordfighting, stealth, magic(Especially conjuration), dishing out insults
Things they find difficult: Any sort of archery, equestrian activities, direct battles, taking insults, coping with loss
Biggest Desire: To 'impress his parents' and feel better about himself.
Worst Fear: To have everything the elf said to him come true.

HISTORY/BACKSTORY: His parents were murdered for nothing but their gold when he was only 14. Upon seeing this with his own eyes, he ran as fast as he could, not stopping until the next town. He was taken in by a mage in said town, but he never grew especially close to him. This was where he was taught all that he has learned with magic, as well as being taught how to read(The mage encouraged seeking knowledge, but Gereln couldn't care less). The village was destroyed in an Orc raid(If this doesn't fit, let me know) and this event is not the source of his intense hatred for Orcs, rather, it has simply fueled it. He clumsily grabbed a horse and fled(although said fleeing was anything but graceful), praying to Selik for a solid day and night that he would escape safely. Since then, he has fled to Thonione, and seeks out an occupation with the Royal Family(Is that what they're called?)

**cubanpete24** · 07-13-2012, 03:29 AM

Name: Solus Vinland
Nickname: Sir Solus
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Occupation/Class: Wanderer/Warrior
Alignment: Very Good

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Weight: 214
Height: 5"11
Skin tone: Very tan
Build: Very toned body for the most part, but he has a bit of a belly
Hair color and style: bald
Eye color: green
Clothing: Chainmail armor, white tabard with his vigil. Iron plate helmet with a red feather sticking out of it. Iron pauldrons covered by green fabric. Iron boots. A leather glove on his right hand, and an iron gauntlet for his left.
Piercings/Tatoos/markings (if any): n/a

PERSONALITY

General Personality: Solus is very jolly, and never lets reality bring him down. He is very willing to help people, and doesn't mind getting bullied, as long is it's done verbally. In cases where people draw their weapons on him, Solus is quick to do the same. Solus has no personal quarrel with elves, humans or any other race. He has a strange obsession with the sun, an obsession shared by anyone in his house.
Likes: The Sun, helping people, seeing people in a good mood, being alive, using fire as a means for survival.
Dislikes: Killing, hurting people, hunting, watching fire being used as a means for destruction
Bad experiences: Since Sir Solus is so trusting of anyone he comes across, he is very susceptible to getting mugged. In most cases, he is able to ward off the robbers with his silver tongue and positive outlook, but in some cases, he is forced to deal with them. Not being one to take a side in this war, this has caused much confusion.
Best memory: Watching the sunrise, and sunset with his family.
Skills: He is an excellent swordsman, he is able to cheer almost anyone up with his optimistic attitude, and he is an excellent chef.
Things they find difficult: Having to kill someone, being pessimistic, turning down an opportunity to help someone
Biggest Desire: For the world to engage in jolly cooperation.
Worst Fear: Murder, partaking in war, deaths of innocent people.

HISTORY/BACKSTORY: Solus is on an impossible pilgrimage, why? Because nobody, not even Solus knows where he's going, or what he's supposed to accomplish. Whenever somebody encounters this strange man, and ask what he's doing, he answers "Finding my own sun". This generally leads many to assume that Solus is a lunatic, and a fool. Regardless of what people think of him, it doesn't change the fact that Solus is all about helping the helpless. He's made a name for himself in Codale, and in the places around it. People identify Solus with his large round shield that has his sigil on it, and his helmet with a red feather sticking out of it. He's become somewhat of a symbol for the better part of humans. Before he became a knight, Solus was a member of the Sol Household, based in a small village in the deserts between Codale, and Essead. The village has long since been forgotten, and Solus is the last member of his house. Nobody really knows how this village fell off the face of the earth, or why the Sol household seemed to have vanished...

**HellsSniper** · 07-13-2012, 10:41 PM

GENERAL
Name: Julius Tyrus IV
Nickname: None
Race: Human
Gender: M
Age: 47
Occupation/Class: Noble - Lord of the Human Empire
Alignment: Good

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Weight: 190 lbs
Height: 5'11"
Skin tone: Tan
Build: Bulky
Hair color and style: Black - slicked back
Eye color: Brown
Clothing: Empire Robes - In battle: Tyrus Family Armor
Piercings/Tatoos/markings (if any): Mark of the King - (picture will be added later)

PERSONALITY
General Personality: Easy-going, extremely serious during war crisis, respects his elders. Extremely family-orienated, based on upholding the Tyrus Empire and making a name for himself.
Likes: Tyrus Family - Dwarven Weaponry/Architecture
Dislikes: Fiends, Elves, anything that goes against his family.
Bad experiences: Death of his father and the death of his younger brother, Tiopus.
Best memory:
Skills: Charismatic, skilled fighter
Things they find difficult: Diplomacy
Biggest Desire: The Destruction of his Enemies
Worst Fear: The Fall of the Tyrus Empire

HISTORY/BACKSTORY: Julius Tryus the IV is the 4th-born Lord of the Tyrus Empire. It began almost 300 years ago with his Great-Grandfather Lord Tyrus I defeating the Fiends. Tyrus the IV was born into his throne and took over at the age of 27 when his father died of unknown causes. His brother died a few years later with an assassination. He has believed it was Asar and his army, but does not know. Since then Julius Tyrus IV has ruled with an iron fist, quelling any rebellions, except Asar's. He likes his motives, and thinks he will be of value when the time comes, but does not know when this time will be. However with the violation of the Eternal Concord Tyrus IV is faced with a dilemma, wait and see what the Elves are doing or mobilize his army, the largest in the world, and move into the Elven lands.

GENERAL
Name: Eztanzi Vizali
Nickname: Vic
Race: Fiend
Gender: M
Age: 54
Occupation/Class: Warrior/Academic - King of the United Fiends
Alignment: Evil

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Weight: 210 lbs
Height: 6'1"
Skin tone: White
Build: Extremely large and strong
Hair color and style: Bald
Eye color: Green
Clothing: Fur coats + pants
Piercings/Tatoos/markings (if any): Mark of the Slave

PERSONALITY
General Personality: Vengeful, extremely hard to get along with, and despises all things non-fiend.
Likes: Fiend women, weaponry, and books
Dislikes: Humans.
Bad experiences: His first defeat
Best memory: His first kill.
Skills: Fighter, natural leader, able to take a beating
Things they find difficult: Ruling over the Fiends
Biggest Desire: The Destruction of Humanity + conquer of their lands
Worst Fear: Isolationism....again.

HISTORY/BACKSTORY: Eztanzi Vizali was born into peasantry. His parents were murdered and he he was sold into slavery at age nine by Fiend-raiders. Eventually at the age of 24, he gained his freedom, but always carried the memories and mark of being a slave. He joined a group of Fiend Raiders a year later and took revenge against his former masters. Killing each one, brutally, efficiently and effectively. When, at the age of 34, he grew discouraged by his leaders ability he slaughtered him in hand-to-hand combat. With this, Vizali, or Vic as he became known, now led the Fiend-Raiders. His numbers grew and over the course of a few years he had united hundreds of Fiends under one banner. By age 46, he had over seven thousand fiends under his command, and they marched on what became known as the "Fiend Capital." This area was most inland, away from the preying eyes of the humans and elves. There, he conquered the Fiends, and united the more than 15000 residents under his banner. He became known as the King of Baeli, the King of the Fiends. Since then, he has begun building his military waiting for the moments to strike against the treacherous humans that killed their kind 300 years ago. He wants them dead, and will see to it that this goal of his is succeeded, at any cost.

**Kairu** · 07-13-2012, 11:11 PM

Finaeli entered the court of High Elves. Immediately upon entering, he got the latest reports of the Humans, both Tyrus' Empire and Asar's latest attacks in Quennore territory. His closest advisor, Omior, hovered over Finaeli has the boy-Prince took his seat on the throne. Omior read the report along with Finaeli. "Milord, I think it's time to strike against Asar," Omior spoke quietly to Finaeli. "Yes, of course," Finaeli replied, hesitation in his voice, matching Omior's volume. Finaeli considered it one last time, but his wisdom in Omior prevailed. Finaeli stood up to address the court of High Elves. "Morning everyone, as you may or may not know, there was another attack by Asar last night. He struck a small village south of Essead... no survivors. If any of you have kin there, you have my sympathies. However, it's time that we stand up to Asar. I will prepare our forces to invade the Mayheath Empire to search for Asar's stronghold and squash this racist tyranny."

Many of the the Elves cheered, however, several showed concern for Tyrus' possible retaliation. Finaeli countered with the fact that Lord Tyrus IV was lazy and unwilling to stand up to the Quennore and the Borar. Convinced, the High Elves approved of Finaeli's motions.

Meanwhile:

Asar stood out on his balcony which towered over the countryside. Below his citadel was bustling with guards and activities. Asar allowed merchants to enter or exit the citadel once a day for a single hour. He saw the merchants below trying to finish their business quickly so they could leave and not have to pay the outrageous price of a room at the inn.

**HellsSniper** · 07-13-2012, 11:20 PM

Julius Tyrus IV was at the Temple of Jundall in Mayheath. He had often visited this temple the last few days, seeking strength and wisdom from his Goddess. He prayed in the temple, as his guard stood outside.

Julius: Goddess, grant me strength this day, for Asar has struck once again. He believes this slaughter will go unnoticed and the Elves will not interfere, but I fear they soon will. Goddess, grant me strength in these coming weeks so I may strike against my enemies and uphold the Eternal Concord, as well as uphold the Tyrus Era.

Julius finished his prayer and bowed at his Goddess' statued. He turned and walked out of the Temple, his guard saluted at him. He nodded at the seven members and made his way back to his castle.

Meanwhile:

Eztanze Vizali had made contact with elves a few days prior, they need his help, and he needed theirs. In exchange for a blockade and siege of Mayheath, the Fiends would be granted a fleet of 100 ships, enough to land his forces into Tyrus' lands and crush the smaller towns.

Vic instantly accepted the offer and the treaty between the Elves and the Fiends began. He prepared his soldiers, thousands of Fiend-Raiders, over 10,000. He watched as they prepared for battle, loading into the boats and packing enough supplies for a long siege of Mayheath.

He awaited word from his Elven friend.

**Kairu** · 07-13-2012, 11:34 PM

When the Elven High Council meeting adjurned, Omior went back to his office. He grabbed a parchment and some ink and began to write a letter to Vizali.

Originally posted by Omior's Letter

Dear Friend,That fool Finaeli has agreed yet again to my advice of invading the Mayheath. He feels that Tyrus will continue to sit idly by while we violate his land 'looking for Asar and his forces'. What rubbish! I will ask to be deployed with the army and redirect them to attack Codale. You may proceed with your part of the plan. Make sure that if you attack the Human fleet head on, that there are NO survivors. In order for this to work, the Humans must not know about your involvement. However, the attack yesterday by Asar is troubling. Be careful, he has spies everywhere and will not stop at any expense to eradicate all non-Humans.

Sincerely,
Omior

PS. You can keep the bird.

Omior tied up the letter and went down to the owlry. He attached the parchment to the bird's foot and told it it's destination. Even though the hesitation showed the fear when it arrives, it knew it wasn't coming back.

**HellsSniper** · 07-13-2012, 11:46 PM

Julius continued his walk through Mayheath.

Eventually he was approached by one of his military advisors, his father's old advisor.

Opis: My Lord Tyrus, our Scouts report that Asar has made another move against the Elves, along with a town of Dwarves in the southern area of Mayheath.

Julius cursed under his breath.

Julius: **** him! Gather the council, we must discuss our plans for the upcoming weeks.

Opis nodded, he bowed and backed away. Within moments, Julius was at his castle gates and walked into his palace. He dismissed five members of his guards and then moved into the council area. Fifteen minutes later, the council was assembled. Three political advisors, an economic advisor, and six Legates. The Legion was the largest military power in the world and he needed all the commanders he could get.

Julius: Asar has made another push...and his forces once again disappeared. I am also being told by some of my spies in the Elven Empire that their High Elf has made military steps. His military has grown, and the Dwarvens are losing confidence and doing the same. It is time we take action before we lose faith.

One of his advisors stood.

Political Advisor: My lord! Our Naval forces have this city defended with the highest guard. And our army here is the most talented, we could meet an invasion force head on and win the battle! There is no need

Legate: But think of the people, my Lord. They will be terrified if Asar's threats continue...and if the Elves make moves, we must act. Mobilize our armies! Push us into the Elven lands!

**Kairu** · 07-14-2012, 12:02 AM

Filaeni entered the Elven Barracks down the road. He went to talk to one of his Themas, which was about the rank of General or Legate in other militaries. "Thema, prepare the army. We're going after Asar. It's time we strike back. Send out some scouts first to probe the Mayheath Empire. Our maps are outdated and we need intel. Make sure they are not spotted. We'll send the army in a couple days." The Thema was surprised at the sudden orders. "Yes, Milord, I will begin preparations immediately!" the Thema snapped to attention realizing that the Quennore are about to officially declare war and that the Elvens were going under wartime procedures.

**HellsSniper** · 07-14-2012, 12:16 AM

Political Advisor: That is a horrible idea! Our people will hate another war.

A Legate stood and yelled at the advisor.

Legate: You fool! If we do not step up precautions and show that we are not the lazy humans they call us to be, there will be revolts!

Julius finally slammed his fist and face palmed.

Julius: Silence, all of you! None of this bickering is helping.

Julius stood.

Julius: My Legate is right. Mobilize our army here, in Axgate, and gather the rest of our forces in Leminster. Prepare them for my arrival, we must leave in case the Elves...or Asar try to do anything foolish. This meeting of the Council is adjourned. Legate Finidis, you will stay here, protect Mayheath at all costs.

The Legate nodded and bowed to Lord Tyrus.

Legate Finidis: It will be done my liege.

The Legate left, preparing his army. The rest of the council began to pack up their things.

Julius called back his guard and sent two of them to get his carriage ready.

Julius stood and walked to his palace rooms.

Meanwhile:

Vic saw a bird fly overhead, it landed on a perch outside his throne room. He slowly walked towards it, attached to his foot was a letter.

He read it and a bright grin appeared across his face.

Vic: Excellent. The time has finally begun. My revenge against the humans begins today.

Vic held the bird in his arm. He adored it.

Vic: You will be Villi. And you will be mine.

Vic walked away towards the Fiends military HQ, with the bird pitched on his arm. On his way, he picked up his weapons. Two axes, made ages ago by the Fiend-Raiders he were originally led. They made them for him and he killed many with his prized weapons.

**Kairu** · 07-14-2012, 12:31 AM

Asar watched the drawbridge to his citadel close. All of the merchants, except one, managed to leave on time. He tried begging and bribing the guards with no avail. Asar left his quarters to go and meet up with his two Commanders in the briefing room behind his throne room. Before them was a tactical-political hybrid map of Earth. His commanders spent some time plotting the next attack, suggesting ideas between each other. Asar walked in, "What about we attack Mayheath itself? We can send someone to 'visit' the wonderful military HQ there and 'enlist' with the army only to unleash the prototype weapon on his back. It's unfortunate I must dispose of a soldier, but there's no way the capital would be unattended to safely planted the weapon." Asar's commanders grew a wicked grin. They loved it when Asar came up with new devious plans to wreak havoc.

**HellsSniper** · 07-14-2012, 12:37 AM

Julius rushed to his carriage. His personal guard took him there as fast as possible. They could waste no time.

He jumped into the carriage and it sped off.

Meanwhile:

Vic walked into the Military HQ. There were four other military leaders in the room.

Vic: Are the ships ready?

The military leaders nodded.

Vic grinned.

Vic: Excellent, prepare for my personal guard to lead the first troops. Our intel is correct on the location of the fleet?

Military Leader: Unless the Elves are trying something, the intel is the best we have.

Vic nodded.

Vic: Then let's move! I want us ready to destroy the human fleet at once!

**TheBlendercat** · 07-14-2012, 01:29 AM

Gereln walked into the castle in (Elven Capital(I don't wanna look up the name :P )). He walked up to the most official looking person he could find, who was probably just a guard. "So, I want a job with the Royal Family, or organization, or whatever. Where can I find one?"

**Kairu** · 07-14-2012, 10:18 AM

Finaeli walked out of the Military HQ in Thonione. He noticed a fellow Elf inquiring a guard about joining the military. "You there! You want a job with the military? It's a good thing for you that the military is hiring."

Asar accompanied his commanders to the weapon prototype research lab. There was already a man getting prepped for the prototype. The lead researcher approached Asar, "Sire, we've been testing this prototype for a few weeks now, as I'm sure you know. Our test trials have proved to be successful. We're allowing this... 'volunteer' to see the effects on Humans." Asar was thoroughly impressed so far by the research of his new weapon. "I need you to speed up the research. I want the prototype to be used in Mayheath," Asar ordered. "I suppose we could send another 'volunteer' out to perform the job you're requesting," the researcher said pondering the idea.

**Mysterie** · 07-14-2012, 02:05 PM

GENERAL
Name: Natalya Shronski
Nickname: Talya
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Occupation/Class: Bounty Hunter/Drifter
Alignment: Neutral. She refuses to take a side, and will accept a job from anyone as long as the pay is good.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Weight: 124 lbs., all muscle
Height: 5' 7"
Skin tone: medium tan
Build: sleek and lithe
Hair color and style: red-gold, cut short so it just barely reaches her chin.
Eye color: Ice-blue. Her eyes rarely show any emotion.
Clothing: Leather armor, designed for both comfort and protection. When not wearing her armor, she wears a dark tunic and dark leggings.
Piercings/Tatoos/markings (if any): Pale lines crisscross her entire body, scars from her past. Most are from previous battles, but some are not. Her back and arms are covered in thick, raised scars, from being burned and beaten as a child.

PERSONALITY
General Personality: Angry, cold. She never smiles, never laughs. Never feels happiness or love. Just that endless, ice-cold rage that fills her heart. She has blocked out all other emotions for so long, she has forgotten how to feel them.
Likes: Being left alone, and fire.
Dislikes: Crowds, being touched by men, seeing other people get abused.
Bad experiences: Living with her abusive father. *Details censored*
Best memory: Killing her father and burning down the house where she had suffered for so long.
Skills: stealth, tracking, fighting, ignoring pain.
Things they find difficult: Letting anyone get close to her, accepting kindness, showing emotion
Biggest Desire: To be free from the burden of her past.
Worst Fear: Being trapped, helpless to defend herself, held prisoner by men like her father.

HISTORY/BACKSTORY:
Her father abused her horribly as a child, torturing her for the fun of it. He tortured and killed her mother right in front of her. She finally escaped him when she was 16 years old, killing him and burning the house down with his body still inside it. But by then, she had already blocked out all of her emotions, and had been doing so for years.

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((Where would be a good place for me to jump in?))

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