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[Maverick-Werewolf]

Welcome to the Wulfgard Fan-Fiction Characters Archive!

In this topic, everyone will be free to post their own, custom fan-fiction characters. Although there are no limitations on race, background, or anything of the sort, your character must fit into the canon realm of Wulfgard – so no werewolf gods or dragon lords.

Also, no discussion of characters in this thread. Any posts that are not new fan-fiction characters will be deleted. I’m going to do my best to keep this topic clean.
If you want to discuss your characters, it would be easier to just write a fan-fiction about them and post it separately, where it can be discussed more openly and in more depth.

Now for a brief explanation about some parts of the character sheet (DO NOT use this sheet to sign up; there is a code box containing the sheet with code at the bottom of this post; use that instead)…

Aliases – “Aliases” applies to both aliases they didn’t necessarily choose for themselves, such as “The Whitewolf” (which no, you can’t use ), and simple nicknames like Tom, if their name is Thomas.
Race: Human ([subrace]), Elf ([subrace]), Dwarf ([subrace]), etc.
Facial Appearance: Your character’s facial features and facial hair (if any), etc.
Physical Appearance: Your character’s build and how they carry themselves, etc.
Alignment: This is not required. This is a Roleplaying term; if you do not know what it means, do not fill this out, as it is not necessary.
Fears: I always include this now for the simple reason that all characters need to be human enough to have some fears. Call me odd, but I just prefer to know what a character’s fears are.

Copy and paste the text inside the CODE box, not the CODE box itself. This is the sheet you will fill out when posting your character. Have fun, and be creative (while bearing in mind that not everyone has to be something out of the ordinary – remember, this is a low fantasy setting )!
 

[b]Full Name:[/b] 
[b]Aliases:[/b] 
[b]Age:[/b] 
[b]Race:[/b] 
[b]Height:[/b] 
[b]Eye Color:[/b] 
[b]Hair Color and Appearance:[/b] 
[b]Facial Appearance:[/b]
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b]
[b]Clothing/Armor:[/b] 
[b]Weapon(s):[/b] 
[b]Personality:[/b] 
[b]Alignment:[/b] 
[b]Fears:[/b]  
[b]Character History\Biography:[/b]   

[Lord Boar]

Full Name:Count Andreas Hale.
Aliases: N/A.
Age: 35.
Race: Human.
Species: Westerner.
Height: 6'0.
Eye Color: Light green.
Hair Color and Appearance: A dark brown color.
Physical Appearance:
Clothing/Armor: When in battle, he wears chainmail, with plate armor over it. During peace time, he wears what the occasion fits, whether a simple cloth shirt, or a fine silk garment.
Weapon(s): He uses his longsword in battle.
Personality:
Alignment: Lawful Good.
Fears: Magic, to lose all his wealth and power, dishonoring himself.
Character History\Biography:
He was born to his Father and his third wife. He was the third male in the family. However, his eldest brother, William chose to join the Order of the Paladins, and thus he was now second in line for ruling. His Father's County was the territory of the Crossroads, and as such they we're a decently important family. They ruled from their Keep in the center of the town, making sure all was well.

When he was fifteen, a group of cultists came into the town, and thy began fighting with townspeople. They we're all killed, but in the fighting, his bother, who was in the City Guard, who killed in the process. Now, he was sole heir of the County. Andreas was now the sole heir of the County. His training and learning was rapidly increased, as his father was ill. His son's death had broken him inside.

His Father died when he was 25, and was done with his training. He became Count of the Crossroads. His first order increase the guard, doubling the troop count. He also improved their training and equipment. with this improved training, nothing like what happened to his family would ever happen again.

He married when he was 30, and they had a son. Now, he trains his son for rule, and ruling, making sure nothing bad happens in his County.

Edited by Lord Boar, 25 June 2010 - 10:01 PM.

[Wang Fire]

Take it to the Q&A topic man.

Oh crap, I'm breaking the "no non-sign-up posts" rule and I'm a Mod, paradox! Uh... Yeah, I've got three floating around in my head right now, just consider this a place-holder until I get something written down.

Edit: Good to know that as always, ineffectual Mod is ineffectual.

Wait, shouldn't the description for "Species" and "Race" be reversed?
AH! You're right! Silly me. I'll fix that right now. Thanks, Ter.

[Wiffleball]

Is there any chance of these characters making it into Legend of the Five? However slim it may be...

I'll edit him in to this post when you reply to my PM answering a few questions.

Here he be:

Name: Spyro Vorenus
Allias: n/a (unless Pallies have code names?)
Age: 30
Species: Human
Race: Empirial
Height: 6'2"
Eye Color: Silver, with a green tint.
Hair Color: Raven black.
Appearance. He has an overbearing brow, making him look like a bird of prey. His eyes are sunken i and often have shadows around them. He has a sharp, angular jaw and is clean shaven.
Physical Appearnce: He is tall, and well muscled. He has few scars, due to his swordsmanship.
Armor and clothing: He wears plate armor and a helmet that all but conceals his facial features. Over this he wears a black talbard stitched with bronze-colored thread in the Pallidins Crest (Do they have one?).
Weapons: A crossbow with thirty darts. And a Gladius-type weapon.
Personality: Ruthless to everyone he deems is a threat to peace in the Empire. He only trust two types of people. A. His fellow Palidins. And B. His supiriors.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Backstory: *Wip* (I don't want to post anything less than a few paragraphs, and I don't want it to be cliched, so this is on hold)

How is he Wolfy? In a cannon perspective and as a character.

[Socks]

Full Name: Sir Gregor August
Aliases: n/a
Age: Thirty-one
Species: Human
Race: Imperial
Height: 5'8 [assuming that in Wylfgard people are short, as they were in medieval times]
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color and Appearance: He has dark brown hair, almost black, which is starting to gray even at the early age of thirty-one. He has it cut short and it clings sparsely to the dome of his skull.
Facial Appearance: A blunt, rough face, more often than not with some unshaved stubble across the cheeks and chin. Has a small scar on his right cheek. His nose has been broken several times. Small, darting eyes.
Physical Appearance: Big and somewhat menacing. He is quite well muscled.
Clothing/Armor: Typically wears a gambeson when he isn't in hard battle; when in battle he dons a mail hauberk, pauldrons, greaves, a plain yellow surcoat, and a simple, undecorated great helm.
Weapon(s): A simple but massive hand-and-a-half sword, a rather long, ashwood lance, and his large heater shield, which has his banner, the three black wolves over a yellow background, painted on it. Owns a black courser.
Personality: Somewhat chaotic, and has partaken in his share of black deeds. However, he occasionally exerts himself and tries to be a decent person; for example, giving money to the poor.
Alignment: Chaotic neutral.
Fears: Water.
Character History\Biography: will edit in

Please PM me/edit into this post any inaccuracies.

[MS_DOS]

Oh bugger. Someone else is a part-demon. No worries, no worries. Please point out anything wrong with him McWolf. Leave a comment or a PM. Whichever's more conveniant for ya.

Full Name: Raneahiel Anehure.
Aliases: Rane. "Alamastus the First"
Age: 87.
Species: Gallur. (partially human)
Race: Demon.
Height: Five foot and nine inches.
Eye Color: Normally appears an amber-brown color, but can dull to browner tones when shifted into human form.
Hair Color and Appearance: Rane possess long thick black hair styled into dreadlocks, which are occasionaly tied into a ponytail.
Facial Appearance:In his gallur form, Rane has a tanned reddy-brown skin tone with unblemished features. His teeth are sharp and intimidating in his normal form, as are the two horns sprouting from his temples. Appearing as a handsome human male in his late twenties when shifted, with slightly tanned skin. Without breaking his concentration it would be impossible for any without such talent to guess he is of demonic blood.
Physical Appearance:Being of 'dual' races Rane keeps things simple. His build, is naturally medium, but often toned down when in human form. His most striking feature are two large, majestic wings covered with glossy black feathers, with which Rane can take flight. His stature is not affected by the shifting process, thus it neither increases, nor decreases.
Clothing/Armor: Rane typically wears unassuming clothes, which are neither rags, nor finest silks designed for elegance. Favouring earthy-colored tunics, similarly-colored pantaloons and simple hide boots. He prefers not to be restricted by any armor, as he feels it too constricting and claustraphobic. He must wear a harness to tuck his folded wings behind hid back, due to the flawed process in which he shapeshifts.
Weapon(s): Rane carries with him a simple hand-and-a-half sword for basic protection.
Personality: Despite seeming well-to-do when needed, and evasive, Rane struggles daily to control the primal urge for wanton death and deeds of cruelty. More often than not, when he attempts to do good, he usually winds up causing harm to others. As such, he typically avoids small towns and villages, never staying in one place for too long.
Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Fears: Rane fears persecution most of all, as does he fear slavery. Additionally he fears holy objects, preists and places of holy importance.
Character History\Biography: Rane was born nearly nine decades ago, into a family of powerful demons, related directly to the Demigod servant of one of the Death Gods, who reside in the abyssal plane. His mother was the half-demon concubine of the Demigod's son, making Rane part human. It is said that the unnamed Demigod was once an Archangel fallen frome grace, and became a demon who later consumed the power of a lesser Death God to become in his own right, a deity of sorts. Disowned and neglected by his family, who were later slaughtered by a group of paladins, whilst they attempted to murder innocents. Rane barely escaped and sought medical attention. Accidentally, he murdered the doctor who treated him, and fled as far as he could. He made very few companions, most of which he killed himself to quench his insatiable thirst for bloodshed. He later took the alias of "Alamastus the First", a powerful mage with the power to shift his forms, in order to help dispute claims he was in actuality, a demon. Being related to a primordeal deity, Rane possess the ability to walk between the world, and the abyssal realm through an extended period of concentration and incantation. Additionaly, Rane has longetivity, and may possibly be immortal, though not invincibility, as shown on several occassions when people have learned his true identity.

Edited by MS_DOS, 17 December 2009 - 10:34 AM.

[Rogue-Brigade]

Full Name: Aren Jillian Tenebrus
Aliases: Called "Jill" at times as a play on his middle-name.
Age: 28.
Species: Human.
Race: Imperial.
Height: 5 feet, 9 inches.
Eye Color: Green-ish hazel.

Hair Color and Appearance: His hair is a little on the long-ish side, bearing a dark brown color to it. It is somewhat curly, coming down a few inches along his neck. His bangs in the back have a sharp curl upwards at the end, while his bangs in the front are parted to both sides.
Facial Appearance: His face is, for the most part, clean shaven. His high cheekbones and low-set brow give him a contemplative expression, and the wide bridge of his nose gives it an angular look. His eyebrows are dense and narrow, sheltering his large, green-ish eyes.
Physical Appearance: He has a skinny build, with a decent amount of muscle showing through what little fat he has (Living with merchant nobles WOULD give you at least a little pudge, ya know. ) He has rounded, somewhat muscular shoulders, with arms to match, connected to his body by a high, accented collar bone.

Clothing/Armor: Aren wears a charcoal tunic, fastened with a brass brooch, with a woodland green cloth shirt and wine-red overshirt underneath, He wears a pair of black pants, fastened by a well worn out, yet elegant leather belt with a dagger-sheath and a small coin-pouch hanging at the side.
Weapon(s): Aren has a hand-and-a-half sword, used as both a status symbol and a weapon, worn on a belt across his back. He also carries a dagger with a small silver crest on the sheath, given to him by his lover before she left for Ilkon.

Personality: Aren tends to be cunning and resourceful, using everything he can to his advantage. Aren is also a very compassionate person, always trying to help others with their problems. However, he is only this way around people he knows rather well, as he has a tendency to be shy around others. People *generally* seem to take a liking to him, however, once they get to know him. Nobody is without enemies, though. And Aren is no exception.
Alignment: Neutral good.
Fears: Aren has had a lifelong fear of forced submission (Being bound, strapped down, etc...) and will develop an iron will to get out of a situation where said fear would be present. In this way, he is also slightly claustrophobic.

Character History\Biography: Aren was born of somewhat distinguished descent in Minos. His father worked as a hired man defending shipments leaving and returning to Minos. His mother was a scholar of noble birth who was particularly fascinated with the occult. She sometimes shared her beliefs with Aren, which was something his father greatly disapproved of. Around the time Aren was 16, a ship, which Aren's father was on, headed to the Southern nations never arrived in port. Everyone on the ship was presumed dead. Aren's mother, without the aid of the father, and with little experience in work outside of her books, could not provide for both Aren and herself. So Aren decided, despite his young age, he was at least old enough to fend for himself, leaving his mother with one less mouth to feed. He left his home, taking up work as a carpenter's assistant. The pay was little, but it was better than starving to death. He made a home for himself in an unused hay-loft, using what little money he made to pay for food.

To make ends meet, Aren turned to bettering himself with of charity of the more merciful nobles. Eventually, a particular family of merchant nobles, owning a business of various trades, took pity on Aren and allowed him to take advantage of their hospitality, bringing him off the streets and allowing him a place to stay in their manor, in exchange for his services to their business. The pay was far better and, in addition, for the first time in a very long time, Aren finally had a decent place to stay. He gladly accepted their offer.

It was then that Aren started up a rather complicated romance with one of the daughters of this family by the name of Cassandra. A shy, dark haired girl with a pale complexion. Their relationship was strong, but secret, as both were a bit on the shy side, having no intention of letting their feelings be known to the other members of the family. For four years, Aren worked with the family, becoming almost like an adopted son to them. He felt at home there, establishing lasting friendships with all of them. Eventually, the family decided that, despite their success in Minos, it would be better for them if they moved their business to Ilkon. The news was a heavy blow to Aren, as Aren had not only developed feelings for Cassandra, but had also started strong friendships with the other family members. Before the family left, Cassandra gave to Aren a dagger adorned with the crest of her family, promising that they would someday meet again. Aren treasured the gift ever since. After the family moved, Aren decided his best choice would be to begin life on his own in Minos.

Purchasing a few provisions and a hand-and-a-half sword (Both for defense and as a status symbol) with the money the family had given to him as a parting gift, he began a life without the family, doing odd jobs around Minos, gradually working up enough money to buy safe passage to Ilkon. With his weapons, his wits and his ambitions, Aren eagerly awaits his journey across the sea...

[Lightning Bolt]

Full Name: Isaac of Guilius (Guilius being a long river where he was born)
Aliases: Isaac, often called Vincent by those who do not know his true name
Age: 34
Species: Human
Race: Northerner
Height: 5'9"
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color and Appearance: Isaac has rather long wavy brown hair, reaching almost to his shoulders
Facial Appearance: Normally he keeps himself clean shaven, Isaac occasionally grows a short beard while traveling and leaves it that way for a while. Unlike many others he does not sport any visible scars upon his face. His brown eyes give the look of a falcon. Overall he gives the look of ambitious watchfulness. His smile is warm and friendly, if not immediately likable and trustworthy
Physical Appearance: Isaac is rather muscular after many hard years of working for a decent living among his neighbors
Clothing/Armor: Isaac is clad in simple brown and gray garb and robes. He has a shirt of chain-mail that he wears in times of battle. He has brown traveling boots that have apparently covered much ground from the look of them. He also wears various cloaks as disguises on his travels, usually brown or green ones
Weapon(s): A short long cruel looking barbarian knife and various other knives that he loots and carries concealed. He also uses a large claymore which he keeps on his back. He often carries a bow and many arrows on his back as well
Personality: Isaac is not really the loner type. He prefers to work with others as long as it increases his chances of getting what he needs to get done. He is the type to lie, cheat, and do whatever tricks he has to in order to win in battle. While winning is still in his grasp he will stop at nothing to succeed. His slyness and resourcefulness are among the primary traits that define who his enemies are fighting when they see it. He is very loyal to his companions. He usually travels alone however.
Alignment: True Neutral
Fears: Falling into an abyss of darkness, being unable to see, being bound by a material that is unbreakable, being caged and being burned alive.
Character History\Biography: Working on it.

[Freedom]

Under a huge revision, so this is not very accurate yet.


Full Name: Garret Snow
Aliases: Tree Face, Creep, Druid, the Tree Venator
Age: Unknown (When asked, replies, "I'm older than the Empire."
Species: Unknown (Presumed to be human due to his name, though possibly elf or even orc)
Race: Unknown
Height: 5'10
Eye Color: Unknown
Hair Color and Appearance: Unknown
Facial Appearance: His entire face seems to be covered in a mask made out of
Physical Appearance:
Clothing/Armor: Garret wears surprisingly heavy armor a Venator, due to his preference for the traditional gladiatorial style of fighting using a net and a spear. It is seen that everything from his mask down to his boots are covered in a layer of chainmail
Weapon(s):
Personality:
Alignment: Neutral Good
Fears:
Character History\Biography:


Full Name: Alexandria Aikaterine Demetrius
Aliases: Alexia, the Captain
Age: 25
Species: Human
Race: Imperial
Height: 56
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color and Appearance: Shining golden-blonde hair. Trimmed down so that it wouldn't be too ridiculously long.
Facial Appearance:
Physical Appearance:
Clothing/Armor:
Weapon(s):
Personality:
Alignment: Lawful Good
Fears:
Character History\Biography:

[El Taco]

EDIT: Under major revisions, will be back up soon.

Edited by Tacoe, 07 March 2010 - 05:10 AM.

[Sir Solitaire]

Full Name: Sean Garbhen Mac Cullen

Aliases: Sean, Bloody Northerner, Uncultured Swine, etc…

Age: 24

Species: Human

Race: Northerner

Height: Five feet and eleven inches

Eye Color: Blue eyes

Hair Color and Appearance: Long scraggily brown hair that hangs about his neck, it is rarely every kept tidy, except for being brushed back. He merely does not care what his hair looks like.

Facial Appearance: A rugged beard clings to his sharp face, his chin making a point. His nose is almost straight, save for a slight rise just below the cartilage where his eyes are set closely together. His eyebrows are thin and expressive; his signature look is his inquisitive stare in which he arches his right eyebrow very high. His forehead is small, only three inches separate his eyebrows and his hair-roots.

Physical Appearance: His body is slim and sinewy due to his high metabolism rate. He looks nothing more than a skeleton with large muscles attached to him. His arms and legs are extremely long, as is his neck. Looking at him, he could be mistaken as a starving man, who happens to have muscles galore.

Clothing/Armor: Apart from his bearskin boots and fur clothing, Sean does not have another other pieces of clothing apart from his wool cloak. His armor consists of pieces of Imperial Soldiers’ parts that his has scavenged off dead opponents. Currently he has: Vambraces, studded jacket, shin guards, and thigh guards.

Weapon(s): Sean carries his family’s heirloom: His almighty claymore. Forged six generations ago, the sword as been constantly repaired and upgraded by each eldest son who inherits the sword, keeping it up with the times. As of now, it has a bronze handle that make a V-shape, and the hilt-counter weight is in the shape of an oak leaf. The blade itself is straight as an arrow and polished like a mirror. Its scabbard is made of cloth and is strapped to Sean’s back until he needs it. As well as his sword, Sean carries two knives, one as long as his forearm and the other as long as his hand.

Personality: To be added in at a later time…

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Fears: While Sean fears many things that man ought to, like dragons and other such monstrosities, his worst fear is dying without a fight. Every member of his family before him has died in battle, accomplishing great deeds in their final moments. This fear drives Sean to constantly hunt for battle and seek the thickest part of the fight.

Character History\Biography: To be added in at a later time…

[Darklighters blade]

Full Name: Martyn Peter Graam

Aliases: None

Age: 28

Species: Human

Race: Loner. Traveler.

Height: Six foot one

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: and Appearance: Black and cut short.

Facial Appearance: Straight forward normal. Despite being a soldier by training, only three scars appear on his face. Two short scars separate his his left eyebrow and another stretches two inches across his cheek just under his left eye.

Physical Appearance: As a soldier for the Empire, he was extremely muscular. But as a traveler his buss appearance faded to a more compact sinewy form. If not for his military cut black hair, he would be completely unnoticeable. The only thing other than his hair that could set him apart from a normal civilian or soldier, is the long black tattoo on his right forearm, an incomprehensible mix of four lines.

Clothing/Armor: When he abandoned the Empire he discarded his armor. Traveling with any form of armor on you is uncomfortable at best, though he does carry a vest of chain mail in his pack. His normal wear consists of a black hood less cloak, Tough leather boots and dark green trousers. If given the chance to prepare for a battle, he will don his chain mail and a light helm but otherwise, he changes nothing.

Weapon(s): Because he was once a soldier he carries several blades. His main blade is his short sword. Undecorated but sharp and light. A foot long dagger is sheathed in the back of his belt. Three short dirks are hidden in his right boot, another in his left and the third is is in its sheath strapped to the top of his left arm.

Personality: Quiet if he does not know a person. However if he know a person well, and a subject he knows of, he can talk for hours. In combat he constantly shouts and screams battle cry's at his enemy. He dos not hate the Empire, nor does he truly think them to be wrong. But when it comes to battle, he is willing to fight them, if they are in the wrong in that certain instance.

Alignment: Lawful Good. (I think)

Fears: Drowning and burning to death and large spiders. Other than those, he really is not afraid of much.

Character History\Biography: As soon as he was old enough, he enlisted in the Imperial army. Growing up his only real friend was his brother Shealtiel. At the age of 25, Martyn received word that his brother had been killed in a robbery. Going back to his village Martyn tracked down the thief and killed him. after that, having no parents (They died of a sickness several years beforehand.) And no other family, he saw no reason to defend the Empire.
Respectfully he resigned, turning in his armor and weapons. Buying enough food to last him three days, he bought a sword and set off south. With no real purpose in mind, he travels anywhere .





I really don't know a lot about Wylgard. But i figured i'd put him in anyways.

Edited by Darklighters blade, 04 March 2010 - 04:30 AM.

[Hippysheep]

Full Name: Gror Thundershield
Aliases: N/A
Age: 306 (Dwarf years)
Race: Dwarf
Species: Mountain Dwarf
Height: 4 foot
Eye Color: Golden-Brown
Hair Color and Appearance: His hair is a light brown with a reddish hue
Facial Appearance: He is like many dwarves, a big nose and furry, bushy eyebrows, and a determined look in his eyes
Physical Appearance: He is stocky and quite muscular and solidly built. He lets no-one insult his or any other dwarves appearance
Clothing/Armor: He tends to wear a deep blue cowl and robe that he kept from his noble days, and simple garments underneath, though will always be hiding chainmail armour somewhere beneath his clothing.
Weapon(s): He uses his one and only trusty weapon, a hulking war-axe
Personality: He is admirably stubborn and can be short tempered if you insult him or his beings. Gror is ferocious when armed with an axe though doesnt give into fight much.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Fears: "The mighty Gror be afraid of nothin'!" or so he says. He can't part with his axe if you call that a fear.
Character History\Biography: Gror's father was once a Dwarf Noble. When he passed away he gave Gror his cloak and war-axe. Gror enters many arena fights and is always eager for a quest, though an opportunity never comes. Gror no longer lives in the mountain with his fellow mountain dwarves but lives in the human city of Bjornburg. He moved there at the age of 256. He began to make frequent trips to Illikon at the age of 280. He now travels to many different lands and is known as a traveller and a warrior.

I am sorry if this does not fit in Wulfgard but i was already writing a tale with him being the main char. I had to alter him to try and fit him into Wulfgard.

[Nerefen]

My char is under construction but here's the baseline.
[b]Full Name:Kalorn Darkarrow
[b]Aliases:the bleak raven, The drunk raven (second one is a mock his enemies joke about because he is a dipsomaniac.)
[b]Age: Unknown to most but roughly 71 in human years
[b]Race: elf
[b]Species: Night elf
[b]Height: 6'2
[b]Eye Color: due to magical corruption, deep violet.
[b]Hair Color and Appearance: Shouder length and silvery white.
[b]Facial Appearance: Eye-patch, pointy features.
[b]Physical Appearance:Lithe, thin build, numerous scars. has a strange mass of linked scars on his back that ,if seen closely, depicts a raven pecking a a rose. The scars are of unknown origin.
[b]Clothing/Armor: Black and purple robes.
[b]Weapons: small dagger,his spells.
[b]Personality: at his best he is sarcastic but helpful, normally grim and pessimistic,and were there's alcohol, he is drunk. He will he will normally try to slink out of conflict and if confronted directly he will try to cause confusion among his enemies, then casts whatever boons he has on the unlucky victims.
[b]Alignment: True neutral
[b]Fears: Spiders
[b]Bio: little is known about Kalorns past except that he is a powerful sorcerer specializing in the darker Magics. he works as a mercenary hoping to get enough money for his own needs. some say that he uses his money to buy spell components to bring back his lost love but this is often dismissed by Kalorn himself. he has a pet harvest mouse named Lucky. He currently owns a rented suite in an inn in Illikon and earns his wages by doing the odd mercenary/assassination work and occasionally, for people who are light of purse and cannot afford to go to the big artists he does portraits.

Edited by Nerefen, 29 June 2010 - 11:03 PM.

[Eeevilz]

Full Name: Dahrgon Queatra
Aliases: The Acrobat
Age:17
Race: Mixed-Heritage (Father: Southerner Mother: Westerner)
Species: Human
Height: Pushing 6ft, 5'10"
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color and Appearance: Jet black hair, medium length and scruffy-ness [img]http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire3/05062008/f/0/2/e/f02e1e8778a9f0_full.jpg[img]
Facial Appearance:Normal?
Physical Appearance:Thin, but muscular. Not excessivly muscular, but he "looks" strong
Clothing/Armor: Black leather pauldrons, black somewhat baggy pants and long-sleeved shirt. Medium size leather satchel at his left side.
Weapon(s): One of these [img]http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/avoloch_sword.jpg[img] sheaved at his right side
Personality: Dahrgon is mischievous and energetic. Not very competetive or aggressive.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Fears: Undead, zombies, ghouls, the lot.
Character History\Biography: Grew up under rich trading parents in Illikon. Spent much of his time as a youth exploring the city's catacombs and back alleyways. Started acrobatics and gymnastics as a young kid. At 15, was approached by a group of important and rich merchants to go and steal documents from this one highly-guarded safe house. He completed the task easily and began to find the whole process of sneaking around and stealing a challenge and a thrill. He started traveling around the Empire, offering his specialized services for anyone who had enough money to pay him.

[Werewolf King]

Full Name: Gardik Jarvikson
Aliases: DEATH.
Age: 32
Race: Northerner.
Species: Human (Werewolf)
Height: five feet, nine inches
Eye Color: Cold blue.
Hair Color and Appearance: His hair is blond, and he wears a short beard.
Facial Appearance: His beard covers most of his face, but underneath it's very weather-worn.
Physical Appearance: He is a very thick man with broad shoulders and huge hands. People liken him to a tree trunk.
Clothing/Armor: He wears leather armor, a wide belt, thick boots, and one glove with iron studs. (for punching extra-hard)
Weapon(s): Werewolf form is his main weapon. However, he carries a broad dagger and an axe.
Personality: Completly psychotic, very eager to kill. FREAKIN' HOMICIDAL MAN!
Alignment: Lawful evil. He Delights in killing, and loves to cause pain. When the urge arises, he willingly sinks into werewolf form and slaughters.
Fears: That his ability to change will be taken (He doesn't know this is impossible because he's completly insane.),death, drowning. (hates boats.)
Character History\Biography: Gardik was born completly normal, but his family has a hereditary mental disease that kicks in around twenty. When his sanity started to slip, his situation was made worse by a werewolf attack on his village. He was bitten, and the lycanthropy somehow enhanced his madness. Two-bloodspattered years later, Gardik was persued by a monster hunter, a member of the Blackbloods.Gardik, actually a poor fighter, ran to a ship with the blood-addicted hunter in tow. Darkness fell aboard the ship, and Gardik didn't just kill the man; he tore him and the ships crew completly apart. Somehow, his mind came to the conclusion that the Blackblood had almost defeated him because they were at sea, starting his irrational fear of the ocean. Over a short amount of time, he 'perfected' killing. A favorite strategy of his is to capture two or three people and chain them up in a large building. When night falls, he locks the building and unchains them just before his change. He delightedly refers to this as 'the slaughterhouse'. He also will chase someone into back alleys and hold them until he transforms. He was once hired by a sadistic merchant. Anyone who did not pay the merchant was let into a small tunnel system with a waiting Gardik.




EDIT: I radically changed my char. AND I LOVE HOW HE TURNED OUT!!! HE WILL EAT YOU AND ALL OF YOUR BABIES!!!

Edited by werewolf king, 02 March 2011 - 09:04 AM.

[ziberoo]

Full Name and Pronunciation: Naraek(Nar-rake) Wylfcraig (wilfcrai) Cleavesfyre (Cleavesfire)
Aliases: 'Him' or 'He'
Age: 14
Race: Northerner (were-bear)
Species: Lycanthrope
Height: 5' 6
Eye Color: Crimson
Hair Color and Appearance: His coal black hair almost reaches his neck, coming down past his ears, and, through magic, he has managed to keep it this way for five years.
Facial Appearance: His crimson eyes show well against the faint 'mask' around his eyes. This is possibly the most prominent feature his face compared to the beast within him
Physical Appearance: Naraek has an average build. He has scars along his back from the were-bear attack.
Clothing/Armor: Naraek wears a dark blue shirt, covered by a breast plate. He has black leather trousers padded with cloth on the inside. He wears a black cloak, dotted with stars.
Weapon(s):Naraek has a dwarfish (he killed the dwarf first) iron sword.
Personality: Naraek is shy, and fears almost everyone.
Fears: Scorpions, spiders and other people(a bit)
Character History\Biography: Naraek's mother died during childbirth, and so never knew her. His father trained him in the ways of the sword, and his grandfather, Nelrim, taught him magic. As he grew older less and less people seemed to like him, because of his magic. His father, Deran, died when he was 13, during a were-bear attack. However, Naraek survived with many scars along his back. When people learnt this, they connected it with the many murders and the disappearance of a whole family. This was because having lost both his parents, and living in a town where he was hated already, he was under high stress. When Naraek became a were-bear, he mysteriously forgot most of the spells he'd learnt. Perhaps because there was simply not enough room in his brain to contain two minds. The only spell he could remember is the spell that keeps his hair the same length. This is probably because that is his heritage; the word for this spell is Naraek!
Notes: I chose a were-bear because, though I like wolves(a lot), the wulfgard werewolves turn into more filmy werewolves than actual wolves. Open office is awesome.

Do you like him?

Edited by ziberoo, 23 June 2010 - 01:21 PM.

[Lord Boar]

Southerner worship the Egyptian pantheon.

[Saber-Scorpion]

Full Name and Pronunciation: Naraek(Nar-rake) Wylfcraig (wilfcrai) Cleavesfyre (Cleavesfire)
Aliases: 'Him' or 'He'
Age: 14
Race: Northerner (were-bear)
Species: Lycanthrope
Height: 5' 6
Eye Color: Crimson
Hair Color and Appearance: His coal black hair almost reaches his neck, coming down past his ears, and, through magic, he has managed to keep it this way for five years.
Facial Appearance: His crimson eyes show well against the faint 'mask' around his eyes. This is possibly the most prominent feature his face compared to the beast within him
Physical Appearance: Naraek has an average build. He has scars along his back from the were-bear attack.
Clothing/Armor: Naraek wears a dark blue shirt, covered by a breast plate. He has black leather trousers padded with cloth on the inside. He wears a black cloak, dotted with stars.
Weapon(s):Naraek has a dwarfish (he killed the dwarf first) iron sword.
Personality: Naraek is shy, and fears almost everyone.
Fears: Scorpions, spiders and other people(a bit)
Character History\Biography: Naraek's mother died during childbirth, and so never knew her. His father trained him in the ways of the sword, and his grandfather, Nelrim, taught him magic. As he grew older less and less people seemed to like him, because of his magic. His father, Deran, died when he was 13, during a were-bear attack. However, Naraek survived with many scars along his back. When people learnt this, they connected it with the many murders and the disappearance of a whole family. This was because having lost both his parents, and living in a town where he was hated already, he was under high stress. When Naraek became a were-bear, he mysteriously forgot most of the spells he'd learnt. Perhaps because there was simply not enough room in his brain to contain two minds. The only spell he could remember is the spell that keeps his hair the same length. This is probably because that is his heritage; the word for this spell is Naraek!
[b]Notes:[b] I chose a were-bear because, though I like wolves(a lot), the wulfgard werewolves turn into more filmy werewolves than actual wolves. Open office is awesome.

Do you like him?

Seems like a solid entry, and well-written, although the age is a bit young. And um, why would he need magic to trim his hair when various sharp instruments exist? I like that you didn't overpower him by making him both a wizard and a werebear though.

Also, just for the record, although some aspects of Wulfgard werewolves originated in Hollywood (really only the sensitivity to silver), the man-wolf appearance has been around much longer, as seen in these old woodcuts from the 18th century and before:

[Werewolf King]

Full Name: Skillian
Aliases: 'The purple terror'
Age: 242 years old
Race: None
Species: Dragon
Height: (to shoulder) twenty feet. (Or is that too small for a Wulfgardian dragon?)
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color and Appearance: A slim, purple northern dragon. (She's an arcane dragon)
Facial Appearance: A snout with some scars, not many, but some.
Physical Appearance: Look up there ^.
Clothing/Armor: DRAGONS WEAR NOTHING!!.
Weapon(s): Claws, fangs, and the ability to breathe a fire and arcane fire.
Personality: Aloof. She adores treasure and has a goodly-sized hoard. She has contempt for humans, seeing them only as forging 'trinkets' for her treasure trove.
Alignment: Chaotic evil, she razes towns just for the spoils.
Fears: That the humans will amass enough power to defeat her, death, larger dragons, Stormkrag.
Character History\Biography: Born long ago, Skillian's parents were malicious and taught her that humans are a barely-tolerable form of vermin. They also taught her that a dragon's power is measured by its treaure. She moved to the area around the black foothills and dug deep into the earth, finding a sizeable silver deposit and several jewels. She occasionally raids caravans or small towns, although she does not like to do so, thinking that the treaure is 'unpure'. She also has a hard time carrying the human-sized treasures.

Sorry, I forgot her before... EDIT: Changed her to fit the dragon entry.

Edited by werewolf king, 02 March 2011 - 08:32 AM.