Pretty much self-explanatory, but since I "might" be lurking in the RP threads more often, here it is;
(NOTE: THESE WILL BE INVOLVED IN SOME OF MY STORIES SOMEDAY...)
Name: Eredor Jinvour
Race: Hissan (Elven/Tomthumb hybrid creatures with ability to manipulate size)
Sex: Male
Age: 40 human years ( 20 Hissan years )
Height: 3" to 4'2"
Skin Tone: Sickly White
Hair Colour: Varies, silver, white, black, depending on mood.
Ear Colour: Ash grey
Eye Colour: Red
Predation: Omnivorous
Preference: Grilled Steak
Alignment: True Neutral
Speech Colour: Red
Appearance: Dark, Solemn, Silent. He stands as a mysterious person who looks like a beautiful murderer. Mistaken mostly for a model. He is rugged but slender, short but thin. He also carries two swords that act like staff, Charon and Mischief. Hair changes from dark to light depending the mood (he is happy when it is black, angry when silver), but face looks unemotional most of the time.
Personality: Dark, Mysterious, Mischievous, Silent, and Deadly. He has the traits of a master assassin, but he left before things got brutal. Looks like he have seen some shit in his life. Looking at his eyes gives you fear.
Background: He was born in Alcura, a world filled with wonders of technology and magic, very peaceful and almost reaching technological singularity when 50 meter sized rabbit-like species invaded their world. To save the majority of the population, they escaped in massive ark starcruisers. Their FTL jump was compromised, jumping near a black hole's event horizon. Eredor was place in an escape pod, ready to jump. Luckily, he survived, but then he was transported to Felarya instead. The pod was damaged in the process, and landed to a nearby neko family in Safe Harbor. He was grown their, learned to master his magic of growing and shrinking, and studied many books. One day, his family was killed by an Othemite group when his father denounced their religion as corrupt and evil. Only he and his sister, Evenlyn, survived the assassination attempt. He saw how cruel the assassin was to his parents, and fueled his hatred against Othemites. He went to the forest and fought against many beasts in the dark. He then went to Negav, training as an Isolon Fist mage. He went upwards in ranks, seeing many bloody battles in regaining the territory in Ascarlin Mountain. Once, he fought there alongside an Othemite, and gained his trust. The Othemite became his most trusted ally, until his death. He grieved for days until his last mission as an Isolon Fist mage. He fought valiantly until he was thought as dead. He had failed his mission, and with that he lost the item he was supposed to retrieve, a very important artifact. He was then tortured by Lady Lesona with a curse that changes the color of his hair and his sanity, he quit being a member of the Isolon Fist. Then he became a rouge mercenary in the Negavian Underground, and became a member of the infamous Merchants of Death and Despair.
Abilities: Size manipulation (himself and surrounding objects), Teleportation, Magic of various kinds. Can see every movement and predict smallscale events. Laziness. Excellent Marksman, Excellent Swordsman. Good at Brewing Beer for some unknown reason. Fear Projection (to human sized creatures at least)
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Name: Comedy
Race: Unknown
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'3"
Skin Tone: Unknown
Hair Colour: Unknown, if he had any to start with...
Predation: Doesn't seem to eat anything.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Speech Colour: White
Appearance: Dark. Gritty. Wears a mask that has a smiling face. Wears a black costume that resembles 18th Century Plauge Doctors, sometimes wears a trenchcoat. Laughter sounds evil.
Background: Insufficient Information, Documents only show his current records. He was also recorded as a ruthless assassin that follows Lataran's Doctrines. Rumors state that he is a ghost wandering the
Abilities: Very cruel and brutal in his methods of "enlightenment". His laughter crazes people to the extent of suicide. Practices spatial-distortion magic. Amoral.
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Name: Ignatius John Davis (originally Kai)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Height: 6'1
Skin Tone: Peach
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Black
Predation: Omnivore
Preference: Humans
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Speech Colour: Yellow
Appearance: Priestlike. Gentle. Very Handsome. Carries a rosary. Wears a pastor's attire common to the 18th Century. Wears a cross made out of Holy Oak, which scares the hell out of Xyraca.
Background: Was once a high priest of a really ancient deity, and also fluent in the dark arts. He was hailed as one of the most dangerous people among the islands. A monk was sent to the Carribeans to convert the cannibalistic locals to Christianity. The monk successfully converted him to Christianity (somehow) and was renamed as Ignatius John Davis (not related to any John Davis in history, if there is one). Was transported to Felarya when he headed to a vanishing land to convert his tribe to Catholicism. He resorted to Cannibalism when he was starving to death. Follows Christianity anyway, with the mission to convert everyone to Christianity. He joined a mercenary group to convert them to follow Christ, and to earn some money by doing odd jobs that doesn't involve killing. He failed anyway, and stayed with the group to persuade them to Catholicism.
Abilities: Before he was converted to Christianity, he was an expert in the Dark Arts. After being converted, he decided to train in the arts of the monk. Became adept in casting Hallowed magic. Can rip off someones flesh barehanded, and also tear flesh with his teeth. Very acrobatic. Long-lived, even back on Earth. Has extensive knowledge of the human anatomy.
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Name: Xyraca
Race: Self Proclaimed Ascended Demon
Gender: Female
Age: 307 ()
Height: 5'7
Skin Tone: Peach or White, depending on who you ask.
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Glows-In-The-Dark Red
Predation: Unknown, maybe souls of the damned
Preference: Unknown, probably souls.
Speech Colour: Blue
Appearance: Looks like a Grim Reaper. Eyes glow in the dark. Her robe is faded red, and is tattered.
Background: The leader of the Mercenaries of Death and Despair had no proper background to start with. Formed the group about 160 years ago. Accepts only the elite among the elite, despite her reputation of being an edgy yet lovable prick. Is a very skilled demon-hunter. But only a few believes her anyway, because nobody would believe you if you say you are a demon-hunting demon. Is attracted to treasures and shinies.
Abilities: Dark magic, was condoned by Ignatius. Devouring souls, Seeing things beyond the sight of mortals. Flight. Extensive knowledge of both Heaven and Hell
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(more coming in future updates)
EDIT: Changed font color and tweaked some of the bios.
Subject: Lock's OC Depository 
Sat Mar 05, 2016 1:59 am
