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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 21:09:41 GMT
Here will be posted the profiles and introductions of your characters. Chat speak will be removed
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 21:12:03 GMT
Queen SD Profile Name: her real name is Samantha Dracos, but everyone knows her as Queen SD (or just “the Queen”, or just “SD”)
Race: Human/Sprit
Age: 21
Description: She is about 1,70m tall and weights 60kg. Her eyes are icy blue, but they tend to change shade constantly and her hair is silver, so light it could be mistaken for white. She is thin, yet not skinny. Her build is athletic, allowing her to perform a variety of acrobatic moves and dodge almost any attacks with incredible agility. However, she lacks in defence and lets her magical powers to fill in that gap, protecting her from any harm. Two purple ribbons keep her wild hair in place, along with her silver crown. Since her power stone is the sapphire, she is usually seen wearing those beautiful stones - there are three on her crown and another few on her delicate headpiece. The dark harem pants she prefers to wear makes it easier for her to slip past unnoticed, since they are loose and light as a feather. Queen SD will usually be seen with a black cloak on her shoulders. That is no ordinary garment, it is known as a shadow cloak and has the power to merge the person wearing it with darkness, turning him into nothing but a shadow and making him nigh impossible to detect.
Personality: Samantha is one of those people who are hard to read. Although she may seem like an outgoing person, she hides her true self well and reveals only what she thinks necessary. Her Queendom, the Dark SiDe (pay attention to which letters are capitalised), is situated in an island somewhere in the north but she has already taken over a few other cities. As a result to running an entire Queendom all on her own, despite her young age, she has evolved into an intelligent and mature individual. SD has a dark aura around her but is independent and knows what she’s doing. This intellectually curious girl is known to have two sides. Her followers, the Dark SiDers (who live with her on the island), describe her as an open, fun-to-be-with, generous Queen and indeed she is. Towards them. Her other side, the darker one, is revealed when she is dealing with… uncooperative… individuals. The Queen tends to divide people into two categories: allies and enemies. And mark my words, she is not someone you would like to call your enemy. To those who oppose her she can be cruel and unforgiving, becoming their worst nightmare. However, she highly values loyalty and is always open to new ideas, and as long as you don’t offend her in any way, you will stay on her good side. Queen SD seems to have this obsession with pineapples, which are in fact the symbol of the Dark SiDe Queendom and she will expect you to love them (or at least pretend you love them) as well, or you should begin to fear for your life! This obsession is explained by the fact that the pineapple is her powerfruit and even able to give her power at times.
Abilities: As a sorceress she holds incredible magical power, able to bring down an entire building with ease. She has power over all elements, except the one of light. Her favourite (and much too overused) ability, however, is telepathy - SD is an expert in that. She can go into people’s heads, contact her companions telepathically and make objects move or explode just with a swing of her hand. As a shaman, she can summon almighty spirits to carry out her orders. Her life-long companion, a silver Sprit in the form of a dragon, Cho, holds half of what she is, they are connected. She can merge herself with him and become one, and that is when they are truly unstoppable, there is one drawback though. If one of them gets injured or knocked out, the other loses grave power and even worse, if one is killed, the other one will follow his fate, so they guard each other well. When they are united, they can perform a variety of attacks and they have abnormal abilities, for example, Queen SD can grown dark feathery wings. Samantha likes to focus on power and speed, since she believes that the best defence someone can achieve is good offence.
Weapons/Equipment: She hasn’t got much equipment, since she relies mostly on her magical powers. The only weapon she holds her is a light, thin, delicately crafted sword, which was forged by the elves centuries ago, by a rare type of black diamond. Occasionally she carries a number of pineapple bombs with her, just in case, which are something between a live creature and a mindless weapon. They would look like ordinary pineapples, if it wasn’t for the sharp teeth and the eyes. Once they are given the order, they lock on a person and hunt him until they pierce those pointy teeth of theirs through his skin. The moment their jaw closes, they explode into a million pieces, along with the unfortunate individual. However, it must be noted that they lack much intelligence, which makes it possible to escape them.
Biography: Queen SD was brought up in a small village named Tilabet but she was called Samantha Mashal back then. At the age of 10 she was presented with her power-fruit (they where similar to an astrological sign, each person was represented by a specific fruit) like all kids of that age were. Of course the pineapple turned out to be hers, but the priest (who was working for her evil older brother) managed to convince the people that it was a bad sign and that the girl would be a threat to them all. Terrified, her parents gave in to the pressure of their fellow villagers and the priest to get rid of the child and in one night all that Samantha knew and loved were torn apart from her. She found herself thrown in a dark cave, with a fierce dragon closing in, locking his glowing red eyes on her. She lay there, unable to move, unable to utter a word, waiting for the inevitable. But it never came. A silver flash of light threw itself on the monster and with the blink of an eye, drove it out of the cave and into the skies. Samantha, half fainted, was then able to lay her eyes or her rescuer, a silver dragon, about the size of a big horse (wings not included), three times smaller than the red eyed monster it had driven away. Whoever that was, he was a friend, and with that comforting thought, the girl fell unconscious on the ground. When she woke up she found herself riding of the dragon’s back, far away from home. As she found out, his name was Cho and he was now her Sprit protector. They headed towards the south, with no particular destination and Samantha swore to herself that she would prove to the world what she’s worth. In the following years she got trained among the elves, learnt how to fight with a sword, how to use magic abilities and much more. She fell in love, with an elven prince named Leonor. A few months before her 19th birthday, however, he was killed in a battle (after giving her his black diamond sword) and she decided it was time to leave the elves and make her own luck. Wasn't long before she formed a group of great warriors and sorcerers, willing to change the world and rid everyone of the so called 'Light Side' that had taken control. The Light Siders were sure to spread all sorts of negative rumours about them though, along with SD's evil brother Sethus, so people started to call them the Dark SiDe. Queen SD ignored them, instead she kept the name they had been given, just to annoy the LS (Light Side) and capitalized the 'D' in it, so that is was 'Dark SiDe' or 'D-SD' for short. They made their base on a far-away island, in a ond, deserted castle that once belonged to the elves and slowly begun to gain more followers and power.
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 21:40:52 GMT
HebrewB Profile
Name: Jason (also known as HebrewB or HB)
Race: Human, partially demon
Age: 16
Description: He is always a fun character, as well as being permanently occupied by a wisecracking demon, Jason always manges to get a comment in somewhere. Sarcasm is one of his major traits, which also appears to be one the demon has latched onto aswell. He is also surprisingly clever for a man who left school at the age of 14.
He is tall, roughly 6 foot, and weight about 200 pounds. He is a big person, and has silvery coloured hair. He is mostly seen wearing dark clothes. He says he wears black because he is storing solar power, but most people say he wears it because he thinks he just looks more badass that way.
Personality: His personality borders on insane, and yet still down to earth. He is a crazy mass of hyperactivity some days, and on others there is nothing he would rather do than lie down and read a good book. He is also a lover of music, and politics. He likes to try and involve himself in world affairs, ranging from the American presidential election, to the state of the entire world. He is a believer in Marxist theory, and believes that cooperation will help make the world a better place. Despite his general positive outlook on life, he is also rather depressed, but his mood changes randomly. Happy is his most common mood.
Abilities: His abilities include being able to outwit many people, defeat multiple people at once in a debate, and also a very high pain resistance. He is also capable of not feeling stress or anxiety, and if he is away from home for an extended period of time, will not feel homesick or miss anyone. He is a very independent person, and will often think his own way, rather than the way he is told to. Also, he possesses extreme self-control, and is able to stay positive in even the most dire circumstances. Also, due to the demon within him, he has almost superhuman strength, speed, and combat skill.
Weapons/Equipment: He is mainly a user of swords, but has been known to use pistols with amazing efficiency.
He is also the owner of a large camouflague pattern bag, in which he can fit his tent, his sleeping bag, a few changes of clothes, and enough food for a long stay in the woods. His tent is of a very high standard and is also compact, and therefore can be used during espionage. He also owns a large flask in which he stores any hot drinks he should want during the aforementioned espionage.
Biography: Jason is a family man, and will do anything to protect his friends and family. However, his view of humanity took a turn for the worse when he was a child, when he murdered his parents, a number of his classmates, and some police officers. He has also been a member of the mafia. So, why did he leave the mafia to join the Dark SiDe? Well, quite simply, he wants to influence people. This wish was granted when he was promoted to the head Priest, along with Lord Syn.
Jason may be young, but he has been granted status as a genius by many different organisations. He is certainly an influential young man, but just how will the D-SD affect him, and will he be able to influence the world for the better? Only time will tell.
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 21:47:44 GMT
Stefan Profile (should be longer)
name: stefan
age: 18 description: 5'9'' slim and handsome athletically built so he can dodge, weave and slice with amazing agilaty and skill. his eyes a bright sharp hazel color that see something coming before it happens and he has saved many a Dark SiDer because of them, his hair a bright golden blond that punches through the air to create a formidible character of respect and power.
personality: smart and completely ebil with a good sense of humour very intelligent when it comes to battle plans and is used as a very powerful strategist and fighter. he strikes fear through his enemies when he looks upon them as he spreads chaos and pineapple cookies throughout the land.
equipment: twin katana's that shine in the sunlight and a hidden gun in his belt that no-one but his enemies and seniors see but always hands it to Queen SD when in her vacinity.
biography: brought up in an old city of china called Cheng Du and taught military tactics and how to fight with the powerful monks that lived there. does not know his dad but knows his mum and for her safety he left as he had made many enemies in Cheng Du but also had many freinds who he instructed to keep his mum guarded at all times. after leavin Cheng Du he seeked out Queen SDand has been working for her ever since as a stratagist and warrior
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 21:53:15 GMT
Tundra Profile
Name: Greyfield Smith (A.K.A Tundra)
Age: 16
Race: Half elf, half human
Description: At first glance Tundra is, for want of a better word, plain. She is slim but well built with broad shoulders and of average height. Look closer and you'll see she's actually quite pretty, but not often considered it as she's always covered in dirt and oil from her glider! Her hair is a muddy brown but has many fine strands of grey and white, the number of which seem to increase by the day! Her eyes are large and focused, brimming with life when laughing, but tired and old looking otherwise. Yet there is no doubt she is young when she smiles, no doubt when she scrubs off the mud from ivory/peach skin. So perhaps plain is not the right word. Looking both young and old is certainly not plain, I think 'different' is the correct terminology to describe her accurately!
Equipment & Weapons: She owns many different light aircraft and gliders but only travels with her two favourites (a balloon and glider) whilst the other are left back at her cabin. She knows her way around most forms of weaponry (father being a blacksmith/weapon-smith) but only carries a small blade and Swiss army knife for light travel. She also 'owns' a dog; Grey. A mongrel of uncertain ancestry but the build suggests some wolf lineage. Carries a tattered book and necklace with her AT ALL TIMES.
Abilities: Certainly knows her transport. Can read the weather like a book. Is quite strong but lacks the endurance she had as a child. Quick and agile but is too clumsy to be stealthy. Is good with words..so she can usually get what she wants..! Is very empathetic but can be blunt and sometimes lacks tact.
Personality: A bit aloof but very friendly, keeps personal things to herself, though, is interested in the welfare & well-being of others, though she's not that bothered with humans. Has a passion for animals. Usually relaxed and easy going but can quickly turn fiery and hotheaded as, though she has a rather long fuse in most situations, once burnt, her temper can cloud common sense and good judgement..
Biography: Greyfield/Tundra was raised by her father in a village in a deep wood. her father gave her her education as there was no schooling in that part of the forest. Though her father taught her the rudiments of just about everything Tundra taught herself everything about aviation. Her mother was only present for the first few weeks of her life before vanishing into the forest, few of the villagers actually new her. Therefore there is much speculation about the bloodline. Tundra adopted Grey when she was 8 after a trial upon her new glider found her staring in the face of an abandoned puppy tied to a tree, they have been inseparable ever since. Tundra changed her name when she left the village (see RP) too protect her family as abandoning your village is a lynching offence for the rest of the family..the people would rather kill them than have a family live in shame..She would rather they believe her lost with the dead. Tundra doesn't know where she's going...But she knows that the DarkSiDe Island will be safe for her, perhaps she will find out who poisoned the boar that made her leave...all she knows is that she's found a family and she won't rest until she has repaid her debt to them..
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 21:54:09 GMT
Chris Profile
Name: Chris (Very few people know this)
Title: The Nightmare(no longer used often)
Race: N/A, Formerly Human Male, More recently Former Demonized Human
Age: 558 at start of Island
Class: Swordmaster
Physical Description: He is 5’7, that’s about 170 centimeters. He has a slight build from all his sword fighting. He has medium long flowing silver hair, and dazzling green eyes that are their own unique shade.
He wears a tattered black cloak with a large hood over his head He always wears black, and never wears armor. He doesn’t wear anything but the same outfit of his black cloak, a black shirt and pants, and black boots.
Personality Chris is complicated, to say the least. Over his many years, he has changed from the little caring boy who was shy around girls, to the demonic assassin that was devilishly charming, to his current personality of the non-loving, cold, torturous husk of a human.
Nowadays he is very serious. He has a sense of humor alright, but he rarely uses it. He loves causing pain. He loves pie*cough*. And most of all, he loves power More than once has he gambled not only his, but other’s lives as well, all to gain power.
Fighting: He is able to summon a gleaming scythe whose radiant beauty will captivate you as he swings it at your neck. He realized while in the company of average people that the scythe isn’t a thing you want to be seen carrying around. It attracts too much attention, so he found a way to send it to some strange nether dimension from which he can recall it at will. He has learned to do this with other weapons as well.
Even though the scythe is an amazing weapon, he prefers the more elegant sword. He always carries a custom made katana forged in the fires of the underworld as a reward for a thousand lives taken in the name of Archdemon Baal, but more on that later. He is one of the greatest swordsmen in the whole world, where the only ones who can defeat him in a duel are not from a mortal plane.
Though he specializes in swordsmanship, he is also an adept spell caster. He is a skilled necromancer, has a basic understanding of all elemental magic, and has a strange asphyxiation on a mix between necromancy and elemental magic that he calls, “Black Lightning”.
He is also a decent hand to hand fighter.
Abilities He uses his skill with the katana to win his battles. It is his most used weapon and he never parts with it. He also has the ability to control ghosts. They will follow his every command to the letter, whether they wish to or not(though they usually do) He also has the ability to pass between the Spirit World, see people’s inner selves, and ghost through objects and even magic, though he hasn’t refined these talents yet and finds it difficult to use them.
Also, although now it is mostly considered an urban legend, someone has told of him casting a revive spell to bring life back to a friend. If asked, he will deny this ability, over and over. How would you feel if you were him and people knew you had a paladins spell?
Biography: He was born in an average family, nothing special with him as he grew up. Always seemed to be a perfectly normal boy… That is except for the fact that he seemed to be talking to people that were not there. As a child he saw these people, that others couldn’t, they would just go there and talk with him. Some of these people looked normal, others seemed rather scary. They always gave him the utmost respect. And obeyed every command he gave them.
His parents always disregarded that little fact as imaginary friends, thinking nothing of it while he was a child. His friends thought he was a bit crazy but never thought of it much. When he became a teenager and his parents saw he still talked with these “people” they thought he should get medical help so the brought him to a psychologist. While there the psychologist kept trying to convince him that these people were just figments of his imagination, but he knew the truth and this made him angry. A former necromancer told him to kill the guy with a Dark Wave but he didn’t know how. The necromancer said he would help and merged with him and through Chris, fired a dark spell, killing the psychologist. When he left there the necromancer was still with him and told him to kill the others too. He did. Those were his first few killings, there would be many many more to come.
He left that town and survived with the help of the ghosts who followed him almost worshipingly. He liked being with people although he really started getting into darker things such as necromancy and dark spells. While walking alone down the street, he was approached by a man under a black cloak. He told him, “Lord Baal has asked for your soul, I am here to take it.” And attacked. A ghost materialized and protected Chris, and killed the assassin. Almost at once, a hand emerged from the earth and took him down into the underworld. He was brought to a throne room where a large demon was sitting. That was the Archdemon Baal and he took Chris to work as an assassin, taking the lives of the innocent. Chris gladly accepted, and sacrificed his humanity, in exchange for immortality as a demon, and demon’s wings which he can retract into his body to appear normal. Word of this assassin spread and he was given the title of “The Nightmare” because if you saw him you better hope it was a nightmare.
During his time, his confidence grew and he began to court girls in the times between his assassinations. This went on for nearly 400 years, until one day, he was betrayed, by the very man, or should I say, demon, that he pledged his soul to. Baal had grown tired of him and looked for a way to get rid of him in a ‘fun’ way. He knew that Chris was dating this one girl, Jenna, and knew what kind of person Chris was. He ordered Chris to assassinate her, and when he refused and attacked, he was struck down, beaten, flayed, and his remains incinerated.
However luck shines on our (anti)hero. A reaper he had befriended through his many murders was the first to stumble upon his injured spirit. Not wanting to see his good friend get sent to endless torment in the Underworld, he revived Chris, and the two set off to wander the lands, exiled by both light and dark.
He never expected to find a group to fit in with, most of the dark people had allied with Baal. He expected to wander for eternity as an outcast from all sides… that is, until he met Queen SD and the Dark SiDers.
A fact that was only just recently revealed to him is that he was the Chosen Savior of the Spirit World. He was the child born of humans, destined to bring down the Human World and have it conquered by spirits. This was the source of his control over ghosts. Shortly upon receiving this information, he temporarily had new powers unlocked within him, and is now practicing them.
I’d continue my story, however, don’t you think it’d be more fun and watch this man’s life unfold in the Island instead of having me spoil his whole life for you?
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 21:59:31 GMT
Mrs T Profile
Physical Description: Mrs T's only 160cm tall and rather nimble. She's much stronger than you'd expect someone of her size to be, which is due to the fact that she's always carrying so much stuff. She's not extremely pretty though but far from ugly. Ever since the death of her husbands' she's been wearing black but she never has to wear very thick clothes though since she's accustomed from cold since her childhood.
Personality: She's always rather straightforward and down to earth. When not focused she often tends to be quite clumsy. Usually she's carefree and just seems to be trying to enjoy life but at night her personality seems to shift to a darker one. Sometimes she just becomes very withdrawn and melancholy but more often her morbid streak manifests itself more clearly. She also has certain sociopathic tendencies which are always present though.
Fighting: Mrs T always has her backpack nearby, in it she carries useful things such as her rolling pin, a small garden cultivator, knitting needles, a saucepan, cutlery, a mortar and a pestle. While she may not know how to wield any actual weapons few people realize how much damage a hand held garden cultivator can do if wielded properly. Though she finds fighting rather distasteful and mostly relies on her rolling pin if the need to defend herself should arise.
Abilities: She can turn pretty much anything organic into something eatable with what she carries around. She has had many years of training in the art of making poisons and could kill people in most creative ways if she'd chose to apply that knowledge.
Biography: She never knew her parents but was raised in a bakery in a city far to the north. The only person who cared for her was a rather elderly baker lady. This baker supplied several assassins with home made poisons and poisoned foodstuff but being as elderly as she was felt the need to pass on her trade to the next generation. So at the age of eight Mrs T could make pastries that would kill you several days after you ate them. Though, apart from this unusual schooling she was pretty much like the rest of the young girls working in the bakery. As time passed several girls in the bakery known for their beauty, Mrs T was not one of them, not that she was ugly either. What she became known for however was her agility, she could balance several full trays in a bustling hall without ever dropping anything. This is what first caught the eye of the young but already highly respected assassin Jonathan. He started wooing Mrs T and just a few months after her elderly teacher died they got married. Mrs T took over her deceased teacher's business and Jonathan became famous for his unorthodox but effective ways of assassinating people. The marriage was a happy although dynamic one Three years after they got married Jonathan was killed while fulfilling a contract. Mrs T was devastated by her loss and withdrew from the world for several months. His death had however left her with quite a fortune on her hands and she eventually left town in an attempt to escape the pain. She traveled very far and found that it helped lessen the pain and eventually she came to terms with his death. Though not knowing what to do with her life she kept wandering and eventually ended up in the army. Being quite good with a kitchen knife qualified her as a nurse and being married with an assassin had left her accustomed to death. She worked close to the front and witnessed several battles. A particular horseman caught her eye though. In battle he was fierce and clearly held a love for carnage but away from battle he was very much like Jonathan. They became very close friends and gradually Mrs T came to realize that perhaps she would be capable of loving again. But the day after she decided to give love another try the horseman literally lost his head in combat. To suffer such loss a second time, even though she wasn't as devastated as when Jonathan'd died, deeply affected Mrs T. Though rather than becoming apathetic as last time she was consumed by rage, she felt as if though the world was conspiring against her. She left the front before the rage drove her to do something that would get her killed. She walked with a single mindedness that helped keep out the emotions, focusing only on the path beneath her feet. Eventually she arrived in a small village. During all her time as an assassin's wife and poison maker she'd had never directly taken a life but now the rage had awoken a thirst for blood she had never known. She told the villagers that the war was over, the false news created great jubilation among them and a feast was arranged that very evening. Mrs T offered her skills as a chef in the preparation of the food and added a few spices of her own to every dish. She left under cover of the dark that very night and within two days there was no one left alive in the village. This act helped calm the rage and she realized that the horseman had after all been a soldier, he'd risked his life every day he went to battle. Still she felt somewhat cheated by the world but made the decision to forget about the past and start anew. With what was left of Jonathan's money she set up her own bakehouse in a large city. She got many regulars and her business thrived. One customer in particular caught her attention. He had lost his family by the whim of a powerful man and has since vowed to vanquish corruption, his way of doing so was to kill those he deemed corrupt. Mrs T found his quest and his means rightfully motivated and eventually came to help him. Partly because she was still very bitter at the world but also because she had found her new lifestyle somewhat boring. Despite having decided to start anew she was amazed as a strong mutual fondness grew between them. She decided, despite everything, to give love another try. The quest to vanquish corruption wasn't really important to her but the man was torn between it and his chance for a happy life with Mrs T. In the end he chose both but decided to be less insistent in his quest. They got married in the winter. Only six months after that he was caught by the authorities and executed for his crimes. Feeling that her love was a curse which only brought death she vowed never to fall in love again. Having not actually killed anyone Mrs T was spared the noose and sent to an asylum instead. Life at the asylum was strangely relaxing for her in the way that she didn't have to make any decisions for herself. She became deeply fascinated with the different aspects of madness that could be found there. She found a certain sociopath especially fascinating because of his way of looking at life. The more she studied him the more he convinced her that the only reasonable way was to live by your own rules, if you had any. The time in the asylum changed something fundamental in her. After four months the sociopath lead the inmates in a riot that got numerous people killed and allowed a great deal of them to escape. That night a fire which would destroy large parts of the city started. As the world stood in flames around her Mrs T knew a new, frightening kind of joy. She realized that if she had not banished love from her heart she would've been at the sociopath's side now, jubilating at their common freedom as much as the destruction around them. She understood that she could become just like him, living for the thrill, acting only on impulse. She found the prospect frightening and realized that the reasonable thing to do would be to once again start anew with her changed look on life. That night she simply walked away from all that she'd known. After some time's aimless wandering she came to hear about the Dark SiDe and eventually ended up joining them.
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 22:01:29 GMT
Pridak Profile
Former life:Pridak was the young son of the town's blacksmith.He was an apprentice to a priest before the Dark SiDers came and recruited him like a carrot in the sun. Abilities:As much as he learned from his former master,he can communicate with the spirit world,thus being able to teleckinetically move objecs and inflict dread in people's souls using their own subcocious fears.Also,he has learned the art of smitting and weapon handling from his father,thus resulting a pretty challenging foe in a direct weapon combat.Also,he is swift in foot and thought.But he was also mercyfull and understanding...His heart would break if he saw one of his friends suffering.He once caught the bandits that were terrorising his best friend at the age of 10.He had the heart of a lion. Weaknesses:Although posessing a pretty able body,he still is a mortal with several weaknesses,as piercing weapons thrust through his armor and skin,causing his precious blood to spill.Also,he has a pretty big defect when in the presence of icy or wet places,for he grew up in the warmth of the smit's house and workplace.Also,his biggest and most uncontrollable fear and enemies are healers or spooks,because his mother died while giving birth to hil little brother,Kyle,right before his eyes.And he often feeled sadness.He remembered things,that didn't happen,they were not there,but he wasstill bound to them. Weapons:Simple Dark SiDe assasination dagger(right hand)-A welcome gift,along with the armor;Dragon tooth(back)-Was forged by his father and given to him,it can cut through even the hardest tree;Twin slahers(wrists)-Bought from"The national dark accessories shopline"right across his street...;Last,but definateley not least...the BOX Special stuff:Has a cool scar on his back..reason unknown;Uses Head'nShoulders shampoo;Is a cookie consumer(source of his powers);Can touch his eye with his tongue;Loves shiny stuff;Knows what the password is;Smokes corn;Is a metalhead;Is very random Person type:Pridak is mostly quiet and meditative but when it comes to battle,there is nothing more that qwenches his thirst.Even though not so tough,he never backs away from a battle.He seeks adventure and shiny things.Friends call him "The eagle" because he is quick,wise,has a great eye and is a fearsome predator,even though he doesn't often seek revenge when defeated. The Dark SiDe:At first,he was thrown into the dungeons,for not cooperating.He then discovered some possible DSD friends trough the forum.He bribed the guards with a cookie,escaped and pledged loyalty to Queen SD,Liam,One Winged Angel and all the other members of the Dark SiDe...he had the...you all know what.
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 22:17:24 GMT
This is how Chris met the Dark SiDe
Sameth stood just outside the Temple of the Moon. He stood under the shade of a tree as he pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket and looked at it. It was a map of the inside of the temple. He found his route and marked it on the paper. He pocketed it again and started toward the temple entrance.
Right before he took his first steps in, he heard someone drop out of the tree and say,
“Wait, don’t go in yet,”
He turned around and saw a man with long silver hair and green eyes in a black cloak walking up to him.
“You should go on your way,” “You need my help, and don’t go in yet,” “Look, I’m a King, you don’t know who you’re dealing with,” he said as he stepped in.
He heard a grinding sound and felt Chris kick him into the temple just as block of stone fell and blocked the doorway. In a moment, a crack began appearing in the stone as Chris made a hole that he could enter through. He stepped in and gave the King a “I told you so” look.
“Thank you but, I don’t need your help!” the king said as he lunged at Chris with his sword.
Chris blocked at and the engaged in a sword fight, with Chris having the obvious upper hand.
“You need more practice, pal,” he said while dodging swings.
When the King saw he couldn’t win with just his sword, he started throwing fireballs at Chris. This was Chris’ cue to start running deeper into the temple. Sameth followed. Big mistake.
Chris ran past dart traps, but with the King being so close, he was the one hit instead. He caught on in the shoulder and stopped. Chris turned around and slid to a stop, his sword held up to his right to block another dart.
“See, you need my help,”
The King reluctantly pulled the dart out and began following Chris. They walked through the temple leaping over pitfalls and dodging dart traps. The King was wondering how he was able to predict every trap.
“How are you doing that?” he asked “Doing what?” “How do you know where each trap is?” “Oh, I’ve been here before,” Chris said “Then why are you coming back?” “At the end, you need two people,” “Oh, so you need me?” the King said with a grin “Just a little, but you wouldn’t have even survived your first step in here,”
There was no reply from the King.
“So tell me, you’re a king, a king of what?” “The Dark SiDe,” “What’s that?” Chris asked sounding slightly interested “It’s hard to explain really, and I’m not sure I want to be telling you,” “Well at least tell me, is your Queen attractive?” “What did you say?!” the King said as he held his sword up to Chris’ neck. Chris’s sword came up to block it reflexively. “Relax, It was a joke. I’ve lost my interest in women over a hundred years ago,” “A hundred years?” “We’re here,” Chris said
The King looked around and saw that they were at a room with a stone door and a wheel at the side and a stone column by the door. They stepped in, and Chris motioned for the King to turn the wheel. With a little effort, he did so, and the stone door began raising up. When it was sufficiently high, Chris pushed the stone column into place to secure it. The two sat down on the side for a moment to rest from the work. When they felt ready, they headed through the door.
As Chris entered the room and the King was directly under the door, Chris heard the stone column snap. He kicked the King out of the room just before he was crushed. He didnt bother asking if he was okay.
Chris went into the room and found, in the center on a pedestal, the Shadow Cloak. He quickly grabbed his prize and went back to the stone door. He banged on it and told the King to let him out.
“No can do, I need that cloak,” “Well I’m the one who got it,” “I’m the one who can let you out,” “I saved your life. Twice!” “Then I’ll save yours if you give me the Cloak. Other than that, I’m just going to leave you In there.” “You know I could just use earth magic to break this door open,” Chris said defiantly “Yes, but then wouldnt that compromise the structure of this building and crush you as it falls?” “Yes...” Chris muttered “I’m going to open the door a crack, and I want you to slide the cloak through it, if not, I’m not going to open it any more.”
The door opened slightly just as the King said, and Chris reluctantly pushed the Cloak out. The door raised up completely and Chris stepped through. He glanced at the cloak still on the floor, but before he could even get any ideas, the King snatched it up.
As they were leaving Chris said,
“You still owe me something, I saved your life twice, you only saved mine once,” “Hmm...” the King said thoughtfully,”Okay, how about I let you stay in the Castle with me and the others?” After he thought for a moment, Chris agreed, with an evil smile on his face.
At the Castle, Chris was introduced to everyone, but he evidently didn’t care about them much. He simply asked to be shown his room. He went in there and began planning how he would steal the Cloak.
Chris had to wait a few days, as there was rarely a moment that was opportune to steal it. In the meantime, he seemed to be growing fond of these, “Dark SiDers”. He thought he wouldn’t be able to find anymore dark people.
One night, Chris decided he had waited long enough and made his way to the Royal Chamber where the King and Queen slept. He entered silently and saw the cloak lying right out in the open on the bed. He approached it, but the King jumped out from nowhere and grabbed the cloak as he held his sword up to Chris throat.
“I knew you were acting suspiciously,” the King said “Yeah, I’ll just be taking my cloak, and you don’t have to worry about me ever again,” “Very funny, but this cloak is my Queen’s” “Aww, isn’t that sweet,” Chris said sarcastically “Well as an enemy of the Queendom, I have the right to kill you as you are in my home,” “Queendom?! What kind of loser king are you?” Chris said as he knocked the king’s sword to the side of the room in one swift stroke.
Chris smiled as he held up his sword, however, the king quickly put the cloak on, and disappeared Chris ran to the side of the room, hoping to get to the sword before the king did, but he didn’t. He immediately held his sword up and got in a defensive stance.
“Now who’s got the upper hand?” the king said as he swiped at Chris
Chris sensed it coming, but wasn’t fast enough, and got a cut to the shoulder.
“No matter how good you are with that sword, you can’t beat something you can’t see,” the king said smugly as he put his sword up to Chris’ neck again, “Well, you did save my life twice... I am willing to let you stay live with us. All you have to do is obey the Queen and I. Will you do that?”
Chris thought for a moment, before standing up, and smiling mysteriously. He stood up and left the room. The King was unsure whether that was a yes or a no.
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Post by Queen SD on Sept 13, 2008 22:18:33 GMT
How HebreB met the Dark SiDe
Jason was walking, just rambling through the countryside. He had not yet celebrated his 19th birthday, yet despite his youth he was a wanted man, there was a bounty on his head in every major city on the planet, as well as many smaller towns. Yet he knew there was one place he was always welcome. The town of Forus, in Decessus, was where he had worked. He had been a hitman for the Lombardo mafia, a mafia family that had just recently established itself. He enjoyed the work, he felt like he belonged there... So why was he leaving? He had packed all of his possessions the night before into a large rucksack and left in the night with a note on his pillow. He had said in the letter that he had some personal things to take care of, but in reality, he didn't know why he had left. He just felt restless, as though he couldn't stay there.
"Looks like you've had a rough time lately."
A man was stood there. Tall and thin, and wearing strange clothes for this environment, the well-dressed stranger walked over to Jason smiling.
"Hi Jason. I'm the King."
"King of what?"
"The Dark SiDe."
Jason laughed, and looked at the man's face, expecting him to be grinning like an idiot, or showing some sign of insanity. He was surprised to see he was doing neither.
"A King, huh?"
"Yep. My Queen and I run the Dark SiDe. We'd like you to join us."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. We want you, and your skills."
"So you know about me then."
"We wouldn't be inviting you if we didn't. That would be a bit silly now, wouldn't it?"
"Good point." Jason put his bag down, resting his shoulders from the considerable weight of his pack. "So, what is the Dark SiDe then?"
"No, not Dark SiDe. Dark SiDe. And it's somewhat hard to explain. What we know about you, though, is that you have demonic blood in you, and that you're one hell of a fighter."
"So you know that? Well, you aren't the only one."
Jason sat down, but the King remained stood.
"Get up, Jason, there's no time to sit and rest. There's a big journey ahead of us."
"Fine then... Would you mind carrying my bag for a bit? My back is killing me."
"Sure."
With a groan, Jason got up, and watched, amused, as the King tried and failed to lift the bag. After a few minutes, this grew tiresome and Jason walked over and grabbed it with one hand, and hoisted it up onto his back.
"Weakling."
"Hey, i'm not part demon!"
"Good point, yet again. Y'know, I like you. You remind me of someone I once knew."
"Really?"
"Yeah... He dressed unnecessarily well. He wasn't always good at what he did, but at least he looked good whilst doing it."
"Oh, I suppose i'll take that as a compliment."
"You might as well... Taking it as an insult wouldn't be very nice, really."
The two walked on through the day, talking about almost anything. The only subjects avoided were the Dark SiDe, the mafia, and Jason's early life. They arrived at the coast before midnight, where they stole a boat and cruised into the night, heading for the Island.
"So, now that i'm coming with you, I might as well ask... What's the Dark SiDe like?"
"It's... Eventful, to say the least. Never a boring moment!"
"Oh, well, that's good. I never could stand it when it got too quiet. Speaking of too quiet... Duck!"
"Where? Oh!" The King ducked, and Jason pulled a gun from his bag. A Walther P99. He took aim over the side of the boat and shot the police sniper who had been waiting for a clear shot at him.
"They always go quiet before they use a sniper... The bastards."
The police had been following them for an hour previously, and had tried to negotiate with them. Their failed attempts had eventually led to them deploying a sniper on one of the police boats. Jason aimed up at the helicopter above them and fired 3 shots in quick succession. They hit the rotary mechanism on the tail and the helicopter went spiralling out of control.
"I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU TRIED TO USE A SNIPER!"
The reply came back, loud and clear.
"Okay, we apologise..."
"NOW LEAVE US IN PEACE OR I START SHOOTING AGAIN! THIS TIME I GUARANTEE NOBODY LIVES!"
After a few minutes, the police decided to leave, rather than risk the lives of any more officers. The king got up from his position, ducked by the wheel.
"This time? You mean you've been in a situation like this before?"
"Yeah... Long story..."
"Well, we have plenty of time. We'll be on open water for a day or two before we reach the Island."
"Well, fine then. I'll tell the story..."
The King sat down on the floor of the boat after putting a small device on the wheel to stop it from turning. Jason smiled at a mental image of the King as a child during storytime, and began to tell the story, from grisly beginning to gory end.
By the end of the story, the boat had arrived at the Island, and Jason climbed off the boat to be instantly greeted by a woman with silvery hair, not unlike his own.
"The Queen, right?"
"Correct. Nice to meet you, Jason..."
"The pleasure's all mine."
"Hey, don't get any ideas!" The King was obviously protective of his Queen...
"Fine, I won't do anything... However, I can't guarantee I won't get ideas."
"As long as you don't act on them..."
"Yeah, fine, i'm living here, apparently, so why not accept the rules of the house?"
"Great. We'll show you the way to your room."
The King and Queen led Jason up a staircase and along a corridor. They soon came to a door labelled "HB's room".
"Hey, how did you know about my alias?"
"As I said before, we wouldn't ask you to join us if we didn't know much about you."
"Damn, you guys are good..."
And so, as simply as that, Jason, AKA HebrewB or HB, joined the Dark SiDe.
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Post by TwilightDreamer on Sept 15, 2008 15:09:33 GMT
Twilight's profile
Name: Twilight. No further information available.
Race: Human.
Age: Older than fifteen. Non-immortal.
Physical Description: An averaged height person, about a meter 80. Weight around average. Slim body build, yet not annorectic.
Personality: Twilight's personality is a difficult one to explain: because of the strange circumstances of the soul's creation, Twilight has a few contradicting aspirations. However, it can be said that Twilight sees great importance in bonds and will not easily break one - with friends or enemies. Twilight also likes magic in all it forms, studying it and using it alike.
Fighting: Twilight's fighting style is rather ordinary: Much use of a sword, little use of spells which hurt the enemy. However, Twilight uses all kinds of special spells - ranging from portals to forcefields to stormbringing.
Biography: Twilight was born in a small fishing village on an island, away from the mainland. Most of the village consisted of poor houses and people. There were nearly no kids on that island apart from Twilight. Twilight's parents were almost an opposite of each other: the father being born on the island, rarely ever leaving it, and the mother coming to the island after a life full of adventures. They both cared for Twilight much, however.
Since there weren't other kids to play with, Twilight was found out in the wilds of the island most of the times. At times playing with the animals, at times feeling nature, and especially the weather, coming in and out of the island. In times of need Twilight helped fishing with the rest of the fisherpeople.
While growing up, Twilight had grown more and more attoned to nature: feeling animals' feelings, noticing storms long before they emerged and feeling wherethe fish were most happy to swim. However, Twilight started to get a feel to controling some of the feelings - specifically the weather, calling storms in and out, making sure there was no fog on the way back home and put the sun to shine when there was a party.
Twilight was an important asset to the village, until reaching adulthood.
Around adulthood, Twilight's parents decided it would be best that Twilight will see the big city, and get to know other young people. Twilight was very curious about the city, and so was sent with the next trade boat to the mainland. The boat was sailed by an old man from the village, to which Twilight barely spoke.
Around the evening, the boat got near the last cliff after which the city was located. When they did come over the rock, Twilight saw the city during the time of twilight, getting stunned with its beauty. The old man and Twilight got off the boat, Twilight barely being able to speak, stunned from the city's majestic look.
After the old man finished his business, Twilight told him he can sail alone. Twilight then started to tour the city for days, resting at a local inn and enjoying the look of the place.
After a few days Twilight stumbled upon a large building, a school for magic. Twilight got inside, interested, and got to first know what magic is. Twilight immediatly signed as an apprentice of one of the mages, beginning to learn how to wield all kinds of magic.
Twilight quickly lost the feel to nature: The city just had too little of it. Twilight could no longer call storms, nor even to feel them.
But Twilight didn't care - the magic, and even some occasional fighting trainings were more than enough for Twilight.
Twilight visited the island a few more times as the time passed, but always felt a craving within for power. Twilight wished to use the skills acquired at the school.
So Twilight packed a few stuff and went to a life of adventuring. Going from city to city, learning from the local masters. ONe of those cities had a mention of "The Dark SiDe" as a nefarious new organization intending to take over the world. Twilight couldn't decide wether to join the organization or to attempt to destroy it, eventually deciding that more good can be done from within the organization than from outside.
That, and the craving for power.
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Post by Teh HB on Feb 14, 2009 20:34:43 GMT
I edited my character profile quite a bit.
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Stefan
Dark Guru Strategist
SYLF, Stefan You'd Like to...
Coconut
Posts: 1,361
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Post by Stefan on Feb 18, 2009 14:12:54 GMT
i'm going to completely change mine, i'll scrap it nd start again
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Post by Queen SD on Feb 19, 2009 19:15:07 GMT
Of course the profile is good for the others to know about your character of course, especially new members. But you dont HAVE to write one - it's better for the characters to be introduced through the actual story, since no one but us is going to read the profiles... Still, i always find it interesting to read a well-written character bio xD
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Stefan
Dark Guru Strategist
SYLF, Stefan You'd Like to...
Coconut
Posts: 1,361
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Post by Stefan on Feb 19, 2009 19:17:11 GMT
i was only just 14, i'm more mature, more bothered to do stuff, and i have a braoder imagination to make one now. plus we have to do a char profile in english and my target grade in english is a* -_-
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