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[IHateMakingNames]

Heli, five feet is to tall for a gnome. I'm also against the pocket dimension pockets.

Tarrin, even though I hate writing appearances, you need more then that. Especially since werecreatures have two forms. I'm also assuming he is currently a slave, since you didn't state otherwise.


As for magic, I've decided that there are two forms. First is using your own magic to create spells, which requires only movements to control your magic aura. The other form is in spell books and scrolls, which are just premade spells. Books draw on the users magic, while scrolls are one time precharged shots.


Also, I'm expecting a low turn out for players at the moment, so you should all think of ways to get your characters to meet up.

[Tarrin]

Originally Posted by IHateMakingNames

Tarrin, even though I hate writing appearances, you need more then that. Especially since werecreatures have two forms. I'm also assuming he is currently a slave, since you didn't state otherwise.

Sorry about that IHMN, I was having trouble with a distinctive appearance for him.
It has now been edited, If it needs more let me know.

[Flarecobra]

Name: Gina Senari
Age: 19
Race: Lamia
Gender: Female
Class: Fighter
Apperance:
Human form: 5'7", short-cut reddish-brown hair, yellow eyes w/ slitted pupils, small pointed ears, usually wears a leather shirt and skirt, in her mouth are a pair of fangs and a forked tounge
Hybrid form: 13 ft long tail, scale pattern rememecent of an eastern diamondback.

Equipment: Amulet to use for changing between forms. Sling w/ throwing stones. Short blade.
History: Gina's people once thrived in the jungles of the Destroyed Contenant, but when it was destoyed, many of her people was killed, and are now few in number. In order to escape captivity and to disguise themselves they used specialized transformation magics to give themselves a human form. Those that survived, many of them are fighting to keep what's left of their land, but sadly they are few in number, and are fighting a losing battle. Therefore, several of their number have left for other lands, looking for allies to take back their islands from the trolls.
Extra: Is knowledgeable about hit-and-run tactics, since that was what her species used agenst the Trolls.

[Heliomance]

Height changed. I thought the pocket dimension thing kinda makes sense as this guy invents magical gadgets, but if you want it gone I'll take it out.

[Gorefiend]

Hey. Want you to know I'm definitely interested, but I wanted to ask a couple of things. Are all trolls Overlord-aligned? Also, how exactly are we going to start together, assuming we do?

That out of the way, yeah, I'll definitely sign up later.

[IHateMakingNames]

Trolls are Overlord aligned. They view the Overlord as their god.

Edit - Of course, that doesn't mean every troll would.

For how you start together, figure it out. I rather not force character changes to form groups, but will the small amount of players we will be having, you'll have to be together. Unless you can get about 10 more people to join, then there can be groups of actual story-related characters.

[Dark Seraphim]

Name: Pardalis
Age: 35
Race: Wereocelot
Sex: Male
Occupation/Class: Mercenary/Soulknife
Appearance: Human: 5 foot 7. His hair is naturally blonde, though he often changes the color and cut to disguise his appearence. He usually wears cloaks and other nondescript clothing.
Wereform: 6 foot 3. His fur is a jaguar-like pattern, with black lines on his face, going through his eyes.
Cat: A 6 foot long ocelot...
Equipment/items: Small dagger, lightmail, spellbook, compass, maps
History: Wereocelots were a small tribe descended from werejaguars and panthers. Like the main tribes, they fought against the overlord. Pardalis was able to escape from Jade after the war, and has never been back since.

He has made a living doing tracking, protection, assasination and other less than legal jobs. He tries to get ones that hurt the overlord whenever possible, but limits it to try not to get caught. As far as he knows, all the Overlord alligned people that know of his involvment have been properly bribed, threatened or killed. 10 years ago while on Otherin, he met up with a female ocelot named Bast (the only one he has seen since he left). They became partners, professinally and personally.

Recently, they went on a mission to destroy a boat that contained a shipment of Kalimdorian goods. One of they're employers betrayed them to the gaurds. While they did manage to kill them and sink the ship, but not before Bast received a fatal wound. She died before they could reach the shore. After that, he decided to take a massive strike against the Overlord. Partly, he believed that it was likely that his involvement in the attack was known to the evil forces, but mostly becuse he was seething with rage and wanted revenge.

He has been hired by a young woman to fight in the Unnamed Islands. (That ok?)
Extra: Is able to use his magic energy to form weapons. He usually uses a schmitar, but has been known to uses spears, daggers and arrows.

[Whightwolf]

Name: Lucas Garron
Age: 28
Race: Werewolf
Sex: Male
Occupation/Class: Battle Shaman
Appearance:
Human: Tall at 6’2” he had white hair, with pale skin and tawny brown eyes flecked with gold (which stay the same in all forms). He is powerfully muscled, but still lean. He usually wears a kilt of charcoal grey canvas and a leather harness crisscrosses his chest, from which hang various pouches and a long bladed hunting knife. He does though have a set of more ’civilized’ clothes for infiltrating cities. His
Hybrid: 6’10” A mass of muscle and covered in thick white fur. He does look more vicious and feral, leaner at the waist and broader at the shoulders, than many Werewolves in this form. He still wears his kilt and harness in this form, the harness having been expanded via various buckles and straps before he changed.
Wolf: A little larger than most wolves, again he is white and again seeming more feral than most of his kin with larger shoulders and a long jaw. He usually stashes his clothing somewhere but at other times he carried it in a bag around his neck.
Equipment/items: He carries his leather harness and kilt, he never wears shoes unless in disguise and has thick calluses on his feet. In the pouches hung at various parts on his harness are various items usually spell reagents or components for potions (the effectiveness is often in doubt particularly by feline types), in addition to a shard of flint and a whetstone.
History: Lucas had not even been born, let along commenced his training to become Battle Shaman of his clan when the Overlords forces came. But his father told him the tale, along with all the others of the Silver Fang, so one day perhaps the great Clan might live again.

When the last day dawned his father had brewed the blood-mead and they all sang the war hymns. Men shaking hands and cheering as if they were off to a summer gathering rather than such a terrible battle, the women were quieter though, but even they were almost serene. We are the Silver Fangs! we are the strongest of tribes! No green-skinned rabble could ever face us and live, for we were natures fury and our wrath was terrible to behold. Soon everyone had donned their favoured forms, most as hybrids, but a few choosing to fight as full wolves and fewer still choosing to fight as men with wooden shields and long hafted axes.

And terrible it was, a surging mass of silvery warriors against the dark green tide. In the morning it seemed almost possible, but as the evening wore on, it became apparent that the waves of Orc’s would not stop. Slowly bravery gave way to acceptance and as night fell even that gave way to final, despair ridden, screaming resolve. Only the great spirits know how many died that day, but when the Silver Fangs fell the other clans began to fall, was slavery really worse than death? The Silver Fangs had always been a little mad after all, surely it was better not to have your children, your brothers and sisters and everyone else slain? But Lucas survived, clubbed to the back of his head and covered with a mound of his fallen kinsmen. He a day later beneath a pile of corpses, he vomited and cried until his eyes ached and all he could do was retch.

Still his father had fought on with the last survivors of the Clan, fighting a gorilla war against the Overlord where they could. Two years after that fateful battle Lucas was born, a White Wolf, just as his father was before him. And so he passed down the traditions, and passed down the War. The Silver fang would never bow, never surrender. Now he has finally finished his training Lucas operates like the rest of the Silver Fang, mostly alone, hit and run terrorism. Part of him knows it is more pride than hope of victory that keeps the handful of kinsmen that remain fighting.

Extra: The magic of the Shamans of the Werewolf clans is a strange one to the elven world of spell books and strictures. Pure white fur in a werewolf denotes a sort of natural magical talent, much like sorcery in DnD. It works on thought and gestures, which is a mix of memory tricks and creating a pattern within the users mind for his own innate ability to flow through.

That magic can be roughly divided in two, spells and rituals, spells are what you would expect gestures and possibly a word or two, some are channelled through rune stones or particular reagents but most are not. The main use of this first time of magic are to enhance the shamans own abilities of those of his companions (which is why they were so prized by the clan). Then there are rituals these always involve multiple components and range from scryings to potion brewing and summoning to telepathy. These are always exhausting and no longer seem are reliable as they once did when the world was free.
Hows that? I explained the White Wolf bit badly, I see them as sort of a special bloodline more magicaly attuned than most of their kin and in a differnt way than the elves. Like the differnce between mages and sorcerors.

[IHateMakingNames]

Dark, no wereocelot.

Whight, all of the wars had ended by the time your character was born.

Edit - In fact, no more pre-Overlord characters. I had him be in power for 25 years so most of the character wouldn't have been alive during non-Overlord ruling times.

[Whightwolf]

Right, missed that bit , ok.... new charecter. Well basiclay the the same but with a few background tweaks... soon soon.