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[Heliomance]

Originally Posted by 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.

Does that include my character? At 72, he would have been around pre-Overlord.

[IHateMakingNames]

No more new character can be over 30.

[Whightwolf]

Ok history changes made, how is he?

[Dark Seraphim]

Name: Pardalis
Age: 23
Race: Werepanther
Sex: Male
Occupation/Class: Mercenary
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 patterned.
Cat: A 6 foot long panther
Equipment/items: Small dagger, lightmail, spellbook, compass, maps
History: He was born from a refegue warrior from Jade. His mother lived as a smuggler, living under the radar so she would be free. She taught him how to stalk, hide, and kill. She also told him about what the Overlord has done to his race.

At 15, he left his mother, and lived 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.

Recently, they went on a mission to destroy a boat that contained a shipment of Kalimdorian goods. One of his group sold them out to the Overlord. After a long fight on the ship, the boat was destroyed, the traitor and most of the gaurds (and the rebels) were killed. Certain that his days are numbered, he has been searching for a job that involves a major strike against the Overlord. He will go down fighting.

He has been hired by a young woman to fight in the Unnamed Islands.
Extra: He can use his magic energy to form weapons. He usually uses a broadsword, but has been known to use spears, daggers and arrows.

[Inbred Chocobo]

Name: Fredrick Naliss
Age: 26
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Occupation/Class: Hunter
Appearance: Fredrick has a brown, with tears and stains suggesting age. His pants are rough looking, with a thick black belt holding them up. His shirt is loose, long sleeved, and grayish, and also shows the signs of age. His boots are dark brown, and look better suited to the snow, though they seem as if hiked through mud. He has a crossbow hanging off the left side of his belt, with a quiver full of bolts on the right. A blade that jets out over his arm , which gives the feeling of a claw, is attached to his right arm and is well hidden with his sleeves.

His eyes are a redish brown, yet seem to have both a burning hate and a cold stare in them. His hair is rough, with it being a mess and tangles all the way to his shoulders. His facial hair is just as much unkept, with a beard and mustache to hide his mouth. Though at least there is no food contained within his beard.
Equipment/items: A crossbow with bolts, a blade on his right arm, and a dagger in his left boot.
History: Fredrick was born just before the Overlord came into power. His dad was a leader of a notorious theives gang, and spotting potential from this kid, he took him in and raised him as a theif. His dad's gang went full allegience wit the overlord, and started serving as an active force against rebels.

Fredrick was taught from every theif in the gang. He learned the arts of stealth and silence. He learned how to persuade and charm people. He learned how to fight, and be a cut-throat killer. He was everything his dad wanted him to be.

Just about three years ago, there was another rebellion trying to gather, and his father's gang was the ones that stopped them. In fact, they jumped the gang in their sleep, killing quite a few in the first few seconds. Unfortunatly, the rebels responded a lot faster than the gang was expecting. It was one hell of a battle that went on.

At the end, Fredrick found his dad with a few arrows in his chest, and a deep gash in his lower leg. The few remaining members of the gang were around to see, and what the saw caused them to leave. Fredrick took out his blade, and cut his dad's head off. Fredrick says he deserved a quick death. The surviving gang members thought it was because Fredrick hated the gang.

Though Fredrick still retains loyalty to the Overlord, though now he works alone. Mostly what he does is hunt rebels, weeding them out. Sometimes he will actually act like a leader for them, and once he has gathered quite a few he will kill them all.
Extra: He is quite rich for a man he looks as bad as he does.

[Gorefiend]

My Sign-Up Sheet, as promised.


Name: Rozel Theran
Age: 23
Race: Lycanthrope
Sex: Male
Occupation/Class: Farmer/Smith/Slave
Appearance: In his hybrid form he stands at 6'11", a slim, quick, powerful Lycan. Rozel's eyes are brown, and his fur is black. In his human form he becomes a foot shorter, and much more visibly robust. He is darkly tanned to a shade of light brown, and he his dark fur becomes curly black hair. In animal form it would be difficult to distinguish him from any other regular wolf, to an untrained eye.
Equipment/items: One short iron sword (very, VERY makeshift, looks like it's broken numerous times), one backpack, one overcoat, one change of human clothes, one pair of long, sturdy work pants, one wheting stone, one smithing hammer and one farmer's scythe. A small amount of food and a canteen flask are also among his items.
History: Rozel was born two years after the Overlord took over. He never knew freedom, the green of the grass, the light of the sun on a bright wheat field at the end of a day, ect ect ect... He was born to dark grey clouds, to hard dirt, to withering crops and an Orcish whip. And, despite not knowing any better, he hated it.

Rozel, however, was born to a position of relative privilege among slaves; he was son of the village's old smith. As such, his and his family's farming requirements were halved in exchange for a quota weapons, armor, tools, nails, and other metal trinkets. He was also in a position to learn a trade, something invaluable to anyone, let alone a slave, in the day. His father impressed this into him, teaching him hard work in the ruined fields and the hot smith.

Rozel's father was very subservient to the Orcs, the Obelisk, and the Overlord; they had taken his freedom, but allowed him to make a semblance of a living and mostly left his dignity intact if he allowed himself to forget he wasn't free. However, Rozel himself grew to hate them. He didn't know why; the village was generally subservient enough, and the Orcs had almost given up on trying to find excuses for whippings and the like. But, somehow, he just knew he abhorred them.

Then, one fine day, at age 18, he decided he had enough. After the field work was done, he got together a small pack of things (including the farmer's scythe), got some scrap iron and quickly made a makeshift sword with it, and fled. The hunting dogs the next day trailed him to a river, where they lost his scent. He saw them turn away from the river and plan out their search strategy from a nearby forest. It was more of a tiny clump of trees, a relic of an ancient past, but it provided enough cover. After that, he changed to human form, adjusted his pants, picked up his equipment and ran. He ran through fields for days, stopping only when absolutely necessary. He stopped by a human village slave village one night, and discreetely bartered for some clothes. From there he erred through the countryside, occasionally camping with resistance movements though never affiliating directly with them. He often made or improved weapons for them, and left, never to hear from them again. Sometimes word of him preceded him. The "Friendly Lycan" or the "Errant Man" depending on what form he adopted at the time. To this day he walks the land.
Extra: Rozel is a smith by trade. Though he this means he isn't hardened by battle (he hasn't even killed anyone yet) he is able to fix his weapons and those of anyone he chooses to aid. He could also do metal armor, or nails, or utensils, or, well, you get it. He can use most hot fires, though (naturally) better fires and smithing equipment would yeild better results.

Well, his current location is "somewhere around Jade, possibly near Pu'the'li" so wherever is convenient (assuming that the general area is convenient) will do to start. Also, he's been running from authority for some 6 years or so, so would it be fair to say the price on his head is not such a big deal anymore?

[IHateMakingNames]

Now I just need to some how connect all of the characters, or split it into to small groups.

(Repost)

Best connection I can think of is FC's character having recruited everyone to go help her take back a few islands, and IC's character is there to ruin their efforts as part of the group.

Should I start the RP with this group made at at the islands, heading for the islands, or everyone is alone and the group is being made?

[Inbred Chocobo]

First impressions are everything, which means that anything can go wrong with them too. Having everyone start off when forming the group can cause problems, so I suggest heading towards the island. People can still use flashbacks if they want to go over the first impression, but we are already at the point were nothing bad had happened to tear the group before it formed.

[Tarrin]

Good Idea IC

[Gorefiend]

Agreed there, Tarrin. That said, what is the Overlord's name? Or, if he keeps his name secret, what is he refered to as?