TiChei's Characters

[TiChei]

Name: Sil'thris Nar'ten'ka'kel Ish'reit'filar Nic'sne ( Celestial Wolf of the Blood Star)
'Nickname': Wolf
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 129
Profession: Maz Sit'la Fan'rih ( Honoured Blood Bound Warrior)
Height: 6'0
Weight: 36 lbs
Hair: None
Eyes: Pulsating Red
Skin Tone: Pale White

Weapons: Himself.

Appearance: He wears a plain robe, which appears stained, red. If one look close enough they can see through those red stains and see specs of white. That is right, his robe is dyed with blood, for he sees no reason for it to be any other way, a constant reminder. But this robe is somewhat unusual, it has sleeves, which overshadow his arms by a long way, covering where hands should be. For indeed he has no hands, if one should be unfortunate or perhaps fortunate enough to see his arms, they will notice that he has no hands, at all, just stumps. His head is bald, an after affect of the rituals and magics he has been exposed to.

Abilities / Skills: He has but one ability and one skill, his skill is fighting, unrivaled, he has known nothing but fighting, you would be hard pressed to find many that could best him, if any. However the one thing that makes him truly deadly is his ability, that sets him apart from all other mortals, apart from the handful that are like him, and that is an ability forced upon him at birth, from the two stumps he can force bone to grow at a rapid speed, that causes him pain, or at least it does once more because of other complications, however this bone is special it can shift form, becoming different forms, also, this bone is durable, beyond that of steel, and it is imbued with magic, the magic to call upon fire and lightning, when he wills it these bones can become sheathed with either fire or lightning, or both. However there are drawbacks, it causes him great pain to sustain this ability, and can fight for only a short time while using the elements, but he has never before needed to go to his limits in a fight, not since the pain to sustain it was tripled. Also, because he is so light, it has been known at times of speed he has been seen to run across the surface of the water for a few steps, or even to jump onto the water and use it as land.

Curses:
The Eternal Penance – A terrible curse, set upon him by a group of immensely powerful Elven mages. This causes him to have terrible pain at the thought or sight of any unlawful deed, and when he witnesses one of the four great crimes of the Elves, his pain is such that it becomes it's own being, controlling his body and words. These four crimes are murder, rape, the wanton desecration of nature and then the desecration of any sacred grove. Theses crimes are punishable by death, and so he becomes the 'executioner', and indeed by Elves he has been nicknamed that, out of spite. However the penance also exacts pain from his ability, it triples the pain that used to occur, and this pain is fresh every time, like a new pain, he cannot get used to it, and as thus he tires quickly while in the pain.
Blood of Fire and Death – It is the name of the ritual that was performed upon him at the time of his birth. It twisted his body in many ways, on top of giving him the ability known as the 'Blood Bound Blades' he was made much lighter, and by equal measure more agile and quick, while his bones were made unbreakable, and his muscles more efficient, increasing his strength. For this is required to be able to endure the pain that comes with the 'Blood Bound Blades'. It also increases his likeliness to mood swings, and heightens his blood lust, which was already greater than any normal mortals, when called to battle he knows no inflicted pain other than that cause by his abilities nor fear, only intense joy. As well as that, he has no hair, a side affect, but a useful one as hair simply gets in the way in battle.

This is not his complete bio, once I find the rest of it I shall add it...just gotta remember where I put it.

[TiChei]

Myanr Ien

Name: Myanr Ien (m-Y-I-ann-ar I-yen)
Race: Half-Human
Gender: Male
Age: 73
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 107lbs
Eyes: He has one normal 'good' eye that is a soft green colour. His other eye is entirely red, and it is thought that it has been damaged and he cannot see from it, however that is not true, his red eye was gifted to him by his half-sister, it gives him sight that when he focuses he can see things that are too fast for normal sight, and things further away, though it costs him heavily to use the power.
Hair: Long, light brown hair.
Occupation: Specialist Fighter

Appearance: His light brown hair goes down to about the middle of his back. His build is frail and slender, he wears simple clothes, a plain tunic and matching bottoms, they are a light tan colour. He wears nothing on his feet, and they are well worn. Hidden over his body are twelve daggers, hidden from plain view under his clothes.

Weapons: Twelve Daggers. Each one is unique, and named, holding a power of it's own. The power is drawn from the wielder, each power costs the wielder greatly in physical and mental strength, after each ability the wielder is rather less intelligent than they were before, and unable to move nearly as well, and each ability can last for no more than an hour, when you reach the hour, you pass out, each minute drains the user.
Solin of the Light - Solin has a slightly curved blade made of white horn, with a hilt that is made of stone grown into the shape of a spread of three sunbeams on each side of the dagger with a perfectly formed opal as the pommel. When it's power is invoked, the blade glows, giving off a light that shows everything in the area, even if invisible.
Oreset of the Dark - Oreset has a blade made of black yew a unique type of yew twisted by the magics of his father, and it has a single straight hilt grown from stone with no guard and a perfectly formed obsidian stone for the pommel. When the power is invoked, the wielder becomes as a shadow allowing him to hide in the shadows as if he were a part of them.
Ebrset of the Air - Ebrset is a simple length of wire, that whirls and bends in the wind as easily as a blade of grass. However do not be fooled by it's almost common place appearance, it can cut through rocks with deadly precision. And when it's power is invoked it becomes as rigid as any tree trunk.
Rias of the Earth - Rias has no blade, it is simply a plain hilt. That is until it's power is invoked, then the earth nearest the hilt flows up and forms a blade that can be destroyed easily, but it reforms quickly and when it is hit and destroyed, the thing that hit it loses all momentum it may have had at that point.
Aslaud of the Fire - It is a simple plain dagger, except for the two symbols carved on both sides of the blade, they read 'Fire' in an ancient language long forgotten by most of this world. When the power of it is invoked, the symbols flare into life burning a bright blue, and the rest of the blade swirls with fire contained inside the blade, and when the blade nears anything fire springs from it to attack the object. The hilt is smooth but as it nears the blade it has been turned into a fiery guard, with a Bloodstone on the pommel.
Loxiel of the Water - A blade that seems to have been forged in a random way, flowing in a wavey manner to a razor point, the hilt spirals up into a guard that has three strands of metal that wrap around the blade at a distance up until half-way, with an aquamarine for the pommel. When it's power is invoked the wielder is able to move their body more freely as if they were made of water.
Atael of the Heavens - The blade is made of a pure white metal, the hilt it made of a pure white wood that has been grown into the shape of angel wings, in the center of these wings instead of on the pommel is the stone, Celestite. When the power is invoked, the blade flickers in and out of sight, moving between this plane and the spiritual plane, allowing it to damage and deflect magic itself and anything that is linked to either plane.
Urador of the Hells - The blade is made of many small blades pointing out wards, giving it a very nasty wound making ability when it hits, the hilt is plain, but made of red bone, with a ruby as the pommel. When invoking the power of this dagger, the blade becomes alive almost, the blade becoming a moving spiked dagger, making it even more dangerous.
Sados of the Death - This blade is double-edged, both edges are serrated and the hilt of this dagger is made of bone entwined with dark ebony, the guard has five strands of a black metal which twists around the hand to protect it, and the pommel is a Yellow Calcite. When it's power is invoked the blade is surrounded by an aura that is a mixture of black and red, when struck by this aura, the persons very soul is harmed.
Osnis of the Life - This blade is dull, with a rounded point, made of white stone, the hilt is a simple continuation, with a guard that protects the hand of the wielder, the pommel stone is a Malachite. When it's power is invoked anyone touched by the blade is healed completely.
Zolasarn of the Stars - The blade curved with two points, both going in opposite directions. The hilt is plain and the guard is nothing special, however the pommel is a hand that grasps at a gem that has been carved into the shape of a star, the gem is a Moonstone. The power which this blade holds is one that gives the wielder an immense stamina over a limited amount of time.
Izenat of the Sun - This is a double-bladed dagger, the handle is plain, with a Sunstone in the very center of this dagger. When it's power is invoked the blade creates several ethereal copies which harm physical things at a delayed rate, each one moving a second after the other.

Abilities/Skills: Myanr is incredibly fast, though his body is frail. On top of that incredible speed, for a high price he can use the abilities of his daggers. And last but not least he has an ability that costs him higher than his daggers and can be used less and is far more dangerous, but allows him to fight against things for a short while on equal footing, for he can second guess moves by carefully focusing on the opponent and invoking the power of his red eye, which was warped by the magics of his half-sister.

Weaknesses: His body is very frail and takes no more than a few hits before it is damaged beyond use, and only a little more before it is damaged beyond repair. And he is incredibly loyal to his true friends, and especially his half-sister whom he holds more dear than anyone he has ever met to date.

Other: He has an incredible physical strength, that goes against his frail body. And he has a symbol carved onto his face, it is from an ancient language long forgotten, done so by his father, whom he curses, the symbol reads 'Vengeance'.

History: He was born of the relationship between a Male Angel and a Female Human. This Male Angel was also the same one who was the father of Rinsa Tanslui, who is his half-sister. But it turns out that their father was the Fallen Angel Talin. He travelled the world from the age of 50 and gathered to him unique daggers, twelve of them, and he is a specialist at dagger fighting, trained by an elite dagger fighter amongst the humans. At the age of 68 he stumbled across another half-Angel, who after but a day of talking, discovered they were brother and sister by the same cursed Angel. He had thought he had a bad life, but her life was far worse, and her body scarred beyond his, and he swore that he would avenge them both, though his life-span is drastically shorter, and seeks news of his father, so he can confront him and though it may cost him his life, avenge the sorrow he has inflicted on both.

[TiChei]

'This is work in progress, and my first female character, so go easy on comments if you have them, somethings are in the wrong place right now, but I'll rectify these, and as I said go easy on comments, but they are more than welcome as I am a bit puzzled as to what I could be missing, and need direction.'

Name: Rinsa Tanslui (Re-in-sah Tah-N-Sloo-ee)
Race: Half-Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 177
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 76lbs
Eyes: A soft green
Hair: Long, light brown hair
Occupation: Wizard, Illusionist.

Appearance: She is of a slender and frail build, her hair coming down to around her mid back. She wears simple clothes, a plain light tanned tunic, with matching, tightly fitting, leggings. She wears nothing on her feet, and her feet look as if they have never touched the floor. She has large white wings, which are hidden by her magic. A strip of light tanned cloth is tied around her head, covering her eyes which are pure white as she is blind.

Weapons:None

Abilities / Skills: She is a mage of some renown, her power is more than most, though she specializes in illusionary magics, she has some talent with healing magics. She also has the power of levitation as well as flight, one due to her natural form and the other to the innate talent of her mother, who was an elf, her wings are the legacy of her cursed father, who was a Celestial being. Traces of Foresight. A knowledge to rival that of bards.

Weaknesses: She is indecisive, unable to make decisions unless the choice is clear. Is too kind-hearted, will spare anyone. Although wise and knowledgeable, she is somewhat naive.

Other: She is innocent as well as Naive. And she has been blind since birth. And the most noticeable feature of her is that she has ancient symbols carved all over her body, they were carved there with a sharp object, most likely a dagger. The three largest symbols which are on her face, stomach and back read 'Sorrow', 'Guidance' and 'Foresight'.

History: She was born of a relationship between a female elf and a fallen Angel, who was her father he was called, Talin. Unlike her half-brother she has given up on seeking out her father for good or bad, though deep down she still hates him with a burning passion. She has traveled the world in search of knowledge and power, though she specializes in illusionary magics, she also has some small talent for healing magics and seeks out power to further them, for she wishes to help the entire world.

[TiChei]

Name: Anarius Nisor Filarthium Quenthor

Race: Elf Sub-Race: Mountain Elf

Family: He is the youngest son of the Elven Lord Arundur Porenth Quenthor. The House of Quenthor is an offshoot of the Noble House Erilneth, which is also the Royal House of the Mountain Elves. The Current Monarch is King Renigth Jerna Qe’Thor.

Gender: Male

Age: 168

Profession: Dusk Singer - A Dusk Singer is very much a mixture of three other professions, the Way of the Mage, the Path of the Assassin and the Road of the Bard. Taking from each, though not all from each, this makes the Dusk Singer a formidable creature. Thought to be unpredictable and fickle, they are indeed unpredictable but not fickle. They are the balance of the Dawn Singers who are Healers instead of Assassins, hence their names. But the thing that makes them a different profession, is that the magic is held in their voices, if you meet one you do not trust, don’t let the Singer open his mouth.


Hair: He has long straight hair that travels down to the middle of his back. It is of a golden hue, and feels as soft as silk, yet is far stronger.

Eyes: He has eyes that are slightly silted, and the colour is a most unusual golden bronze. They are a mystery to all who behold him, and indeed to himself.

Skin Tone: His skin is a light tanned colour.

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 110lbs

Weapons: He carries a pair of twin daggers, they are not simple weapons. One dagger is made of a steel that looks almost white, the hilt is the darkest ebony, masterfully carved to look as feathers, the pommel has been likewise crafted, but into the head of an eagle. The other dagger has a blade of steel that looks black, it’s hilt is crafted in exactly the same manner as the other dagger, apart from the wood used looks white, indeed the daggers are twins, forged for Anarius by a Dwarven Master Smith, and the hilt’s carved by an Elven Master Smith. He also carries a long sword, this is no less ornate than the dagger’s, but it was forged by himself, using both his strength and magic. He imbued it with part of himself, the flawless steel blade never dulls, the hilt is made of a steel that looks gold, the pommel is an emerald carved into the head of a wolf.


Clothes: He wears but a simple tunic spun from the fur of mountain wolves, it is as soft as cotton, but as durable as wool. It has been dyed a simple murky brown. It bears well the years of use, and abuse. Numerous patches can be seen if one looks close enough where he had torn it in a desperate attempt to escape, or in a fight. Aswell he has cut his sleeves and the bottom of his trousers every time he has killed a person and now they are frayed beyond the repair of anyone but a master weaver or tailor.


Skills / Abilities: Though he is young by the standards of Dusk Singers he is an aspiring star. His skill and power are unmatched by all but the most experienced, though he is at times lazy, preferring to play instead of work. He has mastered the Assassin skills of Walking Silently and Wall Scaling. He has also mastered a few Bard skills, they are, Greater Memory, Mastery of Voice and Tricks of the Hand. Now he is also a mage, but a different type of mage, his magic comes from the voice, and he can shape magic with it, though once he stops singing the magic usually falls away unless he has given it purpose, and only those with purpose are real and can harm, however he prefers illusion. He is also a master of the daggers and an adept at wielding his long sword. Though no where near the level of a Weapon Master in each, he is more than a match for most men.

History: Born the youngest son of an Elven Lord he was given away by his family to be trained as a Dusk Singer, who were primarily made up of the youngest sons of Elven houses. He spent around a hundred years in study and training, before going forth into the world. Looking for fun, and ever moving like a wind from place to place, for he is ever hated by those he meets. Now he seeks the greatest challenge, one that fills his lusts and brings him ever closer to death. Because of his childhood however, he is unpredictable, and relatively insane.

[LordPsycho]

Hmm...looks like GBE might have another mantis pupil.

You can research our belt system on the wiki, btw.

[GBE]

*Shoves DP into a pit of crocodiles* MANTIS?! I SPIT ON THEM! *spits*

I'm the Chameleon Sensei remember...

*Hides*

[TiChei]

Name: Wulfric
Age: 189
Gender: Male
Race: Were-wolf
Hair: Long and Black
Eyes: Gold
Appearence: He wears a simple rough and worn brown tunic while in human form. His hair travels to about mid-back and his nails have been sharpened to points so they are as claws.

In wolf form he is a large white wolf, his coat is soft and long hair.

Abilities: Heightened senses and physical capabilties. No magical powers apart from his natural ability to shapeshift at will. During a full moon this is a forced change and he loses his grip on reality for the duration of the full moon.

History: Coming later.

[TiChei]

Name: Incendii Tempestas
Age: 3
Race: Eldritch Lord
Gender: Male, to some extent
Hair: It is cut rather short and never grows, it is of a Dark Brown colour that looks almost black.
Eyes: They are mostly of a golden hue but are streaked with red.
Weapons: None.
Appearance: He stands at a little over 3 feet, his hair messy and unkempt. His ears are rather pointed at their tips. He has no nose and thus lacks the senses of smell and his sense of taste is barely even counted. He wears what could only be described as a firey red robe, and his look is ever so childish. Though this is unknown as to wether or not it is his true form, for it has been said that 'Eldritch Lords' wear many guises, but he seems to have only worn this form since his coming into existance.
Abilties: His body if rife with infernal energies, were one to cut him he would leak infernal energy mixed with his blood, for it is a part of every fibre and molecule of his body. He has an innate control over these energies and can wield them through his will, though there only use it would seem is to destroy, for the infernal energies can corrupt by the merest touch and he is a font for such power.

History: Not much is known, by anyone, about him. He is an enigma, to say the least. It is suspected that he came into existance only three years ago, though perhaps that is only when he took a corperal form. The moment he began to exist though he took this form and has not changed since, and though he is little more than a child mentally, he has found that he can use these powers he has as he wishes, and indeed when he was wandering through a forest not long after he came into existance he met a wounded bird. Now being the child he was he wished to help the bird and stretched forth a hand, when it lay upon the birds breast he willed the bird to mend, but as the infernal energies touched the bird it began to burn, and in a few moments of excruiating agony it was turned into a pile of ash. Now he became shocked and hurt that the bird had been harmed so and resolved not to touch anyone ever again.

Indeed he has to date never touched another being, lest his energies burn them aswell. Though he has not shed a tear for the creature, he is horrified and haunted by the memory of it everytime he sleeps. And so he sleeps rarely, he wanders the world with a haunted look and sleeps only when he can no longer keep himself up even with the infernal energies, which is about once every two months, and then he shall sleep for two days straight and while he sleeps he has been known to leave the ground upon which he slept a wasteland for nothing to grow again or he has burned though the bed.

[TiChei]

Name: None
Called: Ch'ien, Chen, K'an, Kên, K'un, Sun, Li and Tui.
Age: 27
Race:Human
Sub-race: Vampire
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 67 kg
Eyes: Soft green
Hair: Short brown
Gender Male

Weapons: None.

Appearence: He is thin, but toned, he carries no visible scars, however on his torso one will find some words scarred onto his body, they read for those that understand the symbols 'For though all creatures under heaven are the products of Being, Being itself is the product of Not-being.' He wears a simple Gi made of cotton, the sleeves are too long and so his hands do not show when he is relaxed. His Gi also has two slits on the back to allow for wings to be grown.

Vampire Form: His demonic form is strange, he becomes covered by black scales that feel as soft as cotton but are as strong steel and offer a slight resistance to magic. The scales cover everywhere apart from his eyes and mouth, he also has a tail that comes to sharp, needle-like point and his hands become claws.

Abilities: Though he has little in the way of magic power, only that slight amount granted to him since vampirehood, which he currently cannot use as he knows not how to but he can feel it's existance. He is gifted in close-combat, requiring no weapon, he uses a fighting style that he calls 'Way of the Eight' that utilizes the power of the soul or [i]'Ki['i], and can transform it into actual elements, these are manifested in different ways, there are sixty-four manifestations that he can use, they each have their own name, though he has told no one what they are yet.

Unique Characteristics: Since his blooding he has had a rather unstable emotional state, or rather that is to say, even he dosn't know how he will react to any given situation and can get very carried away with his beliefs. He also has a perverse nature in that a strong defeated foe he will skin their face and create a mask of it, and wear it till he finds one better, sometimes there will only be half a mask and so he will in actuality wear two, though as of now he has lost any masks he had.

History: Not much is known about him, he grew up on a reality of Earth, coming from around it would seem 12th Century China. He never knew his parents, and was raised by a wandering blind Taoist monk, from him did he learn his skill in hand to hand combat, though it was taught to him as a way of training the body and soul, not for fighting, he corrupted the style and found it to be a most effective fighting style. At the age of seventeen as he was contemplating the mysteries of the Tao he 'fell' through a hole in space and time, ending up in a world far removed from his own in what it contained and it's 'reality'. Once he realised that he could not simply go back with ease he secluded himself from the world in a cave by which flowed a little stream, for nine years did he contemplate what had happened and at the same time he found he could manifest his spirit to complement his fighting style. At the end of the ninth year he resolved to go wandering in this world and also decided that he would pursue his beliefs here as he had been doing in his own world, and that was the be more or less a Champion of Balance. If evil gained the upper hand, he would fight it, if good, he would also fight it. And during his journey's he met Angel, at the time of the meeting it was unknown to him what kind of being she was. Only he sought power to better become an Avatar of Balance, and to him fighting was fun since pain was something of a relaxant due to the training his master had put him through, and she beat him with ease, and then questioned him. He questioned her in return and then begin to speak of his reasoning and dreams, eventually after much debating he himself became a vampire, seeing that in return for a sure immortal life rather than a higher state of existance after he had died was much better and the balance between good and evil, natural and unnatural could be maintained by effort.

[TiChei]

Name: Aethyr (A-ther)

Race: Winged Elf

Age: 179

Proffesion: Air Mage

Eyes: His eyes are all one colour due to his exposure to magical energies, they are a light blue.

Hair: Medium Length Standing Up Swept Back, Light Brown

Height: 6'7"

Weight: 110lbs

Wingspan: 4 Metres across.

Appearence: He wears a pure white tight fitting tunic that presses against his skin, it is rather thick but very soft and smooth. His ears are slightly pointed, he is of a thin but toned build. He has a patch of discoloured skin around his right eye and his entire left arm is discoloured.

Weapons: An extra long saber, it's centre of balance is to be found at the middle of the hilt. The hilt is a foot and a half long and made of steel.

History: Normally the Winged Elves keep away from any one else, a very seclusive race. However his parents were exiled from their peak home because of their interest in Dark Magics. And indeed their over reliance on magics. They were both powerful sorcerers and constantly used magic for any task, even punishing Aethyr (Which was often). And so he was from birth exposed to powerful magics, and himself had an affinity for magic, but much to the dismay of his parents not dark magics. However the over-exposure to magic had several affects. Those were that he became almost immune to magic (Apart from immensly powerful magic). And also because this exposure lasted through the years of turning from a boy to a man, which for elves can be a very long time spanning a few decades, he became slightly confused. In that he became aroused by magical energies, and at times attempted to have carnal activities with magic. And those attempts are what caused the discolouration of his skin because the magical energies were quite powerful. Since then he has wandered wherever he felt like, and with an unknown agenda.