RP Character Creation Contest Entry Thread

[Elminster_Amaur]

Each of your entries (up to five) must be submitted as separate posts, or separate files attached to the post. If you haven't signed-up, and wish to participate, see the sign-up thread. Enjoy!

[Armored Bishoujo]

I tried to put the entries as several files into the same post, but it wouldn't upload them no matter what I did.

Name: Prescenia Fellowgate
Age: 19
Weapon: One-Handed Sword
Race: Lich (Human)
Hair Color / Style: Crimson Red in a shoulder length ponytail
Eye Color: Gold (Right Eye) / Black (Left Eye)
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 121
Build: Slender
Dress and Appearance: In spite of her death and rebirth, Prescenia still wears the same jet black long sleeve evening gown and pumps that she wore in life during the night she was murdered. Her physical appearance hasn't changed either as even her skin tone remains the same. Nobody would notice that she's really an undead. Her left eye glows in the presence of Maya and her right eye glows in the presence of Dianym.
Personality: Her personality has grown a little cold since she decided there was no reason to have her own mind in life. She cares little for the fate of humanity and doesn't seem all that bothered by her own untimely demise. It took quite a bit of work from both Liruna and Maya to convince Prescenia to step up and try to save the world once Prescenia completed her revenge.
Backstory: Prescenia was a doomed noblewoman destined to marry some guy she barely knows so the family name of Fellowgate can gain more power. However, roughly a month before the marriage was set to kick off, she was kidnapped by the man she would be forced to marry and sacrificed in a satanic ritual to summon something which she was never privy to before being murdered. Not entirely angry but wanting to kill the bastard for all her mental and physical suffering regardless, Prescenia met Maya in the afterlife. Maya offered the martyr a chance to claim vengeance by resurrecting Prescenia as a lich, storing Prescenia's soul in the black sword that she was impaled with. Thinking that there would be no strings attached, Prescenia accepted the offer and, in that very same night, tracked down and brutally slaughtered her betrothed with the same black sword he drove through her womb. Her small hunger for revenge sated, Prescenia desired to visit her childhood friend Liruna to say goodbye before returning to the afterlife, but Maya had other designs for the fledgling lich. Prescenia's resurrection had awakened something truely horrifying that would clean the entire world of all humanity if nothing was done. Prescenia didn't care, but after some convincing and guilt trips from both Liruna and Maya, the lich readied her sword to destroy Dianym. Her journey to eliminate the Clean One would first pit her against the might of the Legions of the Apocalypse, but if there's anything an army of humans shouldn't do, it's get in the way of a Fellowgate. After some tutoring from Maya about the potential of a lich, Prescenia wields immense power from the Dark while still being a rather lethal swordfighter.

[Armored Bishoujo]

Name: Dianym, the Clean One
Age: Unknown (31 in Human Reckoning)
Weapon: Bolts of Red Lightning
Race: Unknown (High Ranking Demon Lord or God in Prescenia's Reckoning)
Hair Color / Style: Platinum Blonde at neck length
Eye Color: Gold
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: Unknown
Build: Very Thin
Dress and Appearance: A combination of a black and silver bodysuit, a headband, and white armored crescents that orbit around her. The crescents glow and spin rapidly around her body when Dianym uses her red lightning. Dianym's skin tone is quite pale in comparison to everyone else and her build is thin enough to look unhealthy. Despite her sickly appearance, Dianym still appears quite attractive.
Personality: Dianym is severely lacking when it comes to a personality. Throughout their encounters, Prescenia notes that Dianym's expression is always the same unreadable calmness. Her tone of speech seems to be set at a single level and left there, so she speaks much like a machine, when she chooses to speak at all.
Backstory: Dianym is the Clean One. When humanity sinks to the lowest they possibly can, Dianym arises to obliterate every single human in existence, cleaning the world away and completely removing any signs that humanity once lived in order to pave the road for humans to be reborn again, hopefully with better results. Prescenia's resurrection as a lich is what awakens Dianym, Maya and the Legions of the Apocalypse detect the coming of the Clean One, and a war is waged between Prescenia and the heavily armed, well-manned cult militia. Dianym cares little for the cult as they are composed of humans that she will also have to wipe out, but is smart enough to recognize help when she sees it and relies somewhat on the cult's protection. Maya is the one who points out Dianym's location to Prescenia, and then it's up to Prescenia, Liruna, and anyone else handy with a weapon to go and try to put down the Clean One. Dianym never lies about her goals of ending humanity, even to the cult who doesn't care if they have to be destroyed or not.

[Armored Bishoujo]

Name: The Legions of the Apocalypse
Allignment: Dianym
Description: A very determined, sizeable, highly armed and highly organized cult of men and women who have had it with the growing ignorance and hopelessness represented by the general majority of humanity. The cult as a whole knows of Dianym the Clean One and has worked tirelessly to cause her awakening.
Organization: The leader of the cult who might have this position for any one reason (Biggest financier? Great tactician? Political figurehead?) is named Karlton Branson. Directly under him are two elite tiers, one for financiers and the other for some kind of inner circle of brilliant minds and tacticians. Under those tiers are the various leaders who recieve their orders from the higher inner circle tier who then pass those orders down to the lowest tier, comprised of the armed and ruthless disciples and acolytes responsible for making things happen.
Goal: The destruction of all humanity and everything that humans had created so that the world could be set to produce the next race of humans, hopefully with much better results. When they learn that Prescenia has targeted Dianym for destruction, their goal extends to protecting Dianym from Prescenia, Maya, and anyone else that could possibly harm her. The cult knows that they too will be exterminated as it is Dianym's task, but are willing to all die for the sake of making everything start over on the right foot.
Armaments and Equipment: Anything from assault weaponry and vehicles to explosives, medical supplies, and equipment for just about kind of situation or sortie. This has all either been purchased by the financiers of the cult from the Black Market or stolen from any number of sources, usually military.

[Armored Bishoujo]

Name: Maya, the Unclean One
Age: Unknown (24 in Human Reckoning)
Weapon: Glowing Black Energy Tentacles
Race: Unknown (High Ranking Demon Lord or God in Prescenia's Reckoning)
Hair Color / Style: Dirty Blonde with waist length hair
Eye Color: Black
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: Unknown
Build: Voluptuous
Dress and Appearance: A vision of perfection, Maya wears a combination of black leather straps and gold armor with indecipherable glowing red runes decorating most of the armor. Red tribal design tattoos adorn her body from head to toe. She has pointy ears like a half-elf with finely chisled features. As for her "weapons", the tentacles are not on her body, but rather emerge from open holes in timespace when summoned to damage opponents.
Personality: Kind, formal, and always willing to explain things thoroughly and eager to help, Maya gets along with Liruna well. She always refers to people in tones superior than herself.
Backstory: Maya dwells in the afterlife and receives her powers through the forbidden actions performed by the humans in the world above, from small time theft to full blown multiple virgin sacrifices. No one knows why she made Prescenia's death such a special case as there were probably plenty of other more capable souls ready and willing to be resurrected, but for reasons nobody could easily guess at, Maya chose Prescenia. Maya hasn't hidden anything about herself and her own personal motives. Prescenia and Liruna both know that Maya lives off of the forbidden actions of humanity and that the reason Prescenia was resurrected in the first place was to destroy Dianym, allowing the current breed of sinful, monstrous humans to live and continue on their downward spiral of depravity and sodomy. As for any information about how Dianym works other than to wipe humanity clean so the world can start over anew, Maya is not sure.

[Armored Bishoujo]

Name: Liruna MacArthur
Age: 22
Weapon: M-16A2 Assault Rifle
Race: Human
Hair Color / Style: Brown at shoulder length
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 126
Build: Average
Dress and Appearance: Liruna wears a white short sleeve t-shirt and has borrowed her brother's battle dress uniform (BDU) trousers with overall straps and combat boots as well as a web belt that hold ammunition and other necessities. It looks great on her, and bizarrely she doesn't stand out too much when not on the battlefield.
Personality: Liruna has only moderate hopes for the future, but finds it reason enough to try and save humanity. She's grown to find men pretty uninteresting and has developed affections for Prescenia. She sees the journey that Prescenia has decided to take as an adventure that would bring them very close together and hopefully beyond the border that separates friends from lovers.
Backstory: Liruna is Prescenia's best friend and has been since they knew each other when Liruna was only four years old. As they grew up and Liruna decided that she and Prescenia should be more than just friends, Prescenia mentioned her father's plan to marry her off to someone in exchange for family power, something that hurt Liruna but didn't break her spirit or drown out her hopes. Intending to tell Prescenia of her feelings before that marriage, Liruna was absolutely torn when hearing of Prescenia's kidnapping and possible murder. Now that Prescenia has returned as a lich, Liruna has vowed not to let this chance slip beyond her grasp. It was Liruna that truely convined Prescenia to take on the task of destroying Dianym and Liruna becomes Prescenia one true ally alongside Maya in the conflict to come.

[Tarrin]

Entry 1 Protagonist

Name: Shi'ar Nightbane
Age: 153
Weapons: magic, and a dagger
Race: Darkelf (No not drow)
Hair Color / Style: Black topknot which reaches down to her lower back, the rest of her head is shaven clean
Eye Color: Both are a deep inky black
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 45kg
Build: Slim
Dress and Appearance: Shi'ar wears deep purple mages robes and a mid length cloak, the cloak has an Hawk on one side and a Wolf on the other these are stiched in golden thread, She also wears three talismans each resemble nothing more than a lump of coal, The right half of Shi'ars face and her left hand are tatto'd dark blue, Apart from this she carries pouches of components and a dagger made of a silver like substance.
When shi'ar is casting spells or gets pissed off her right hand becomes enveloped in a phantom fire.

Personality: Shi'ar is by the majority of her actions remorsless, she would just as soon fireball someone then to reason with them, She has on occasion shown a softer side which eludes to her not beaing as guiltless as she puts on. Shi'ars' reason for traveling is to obtain power and this is a major driving force in her personality.

Backstory: Shiar was born into a priestess cult, Her skills as a priestess had been bore into her since she was born, However she was also found to have an uncanny knack for spellcraft, Thus she was also put to study in that area as well.
As a priestess Shi'ar was assigned a protector, An assasin named Korin, However as assasins have been known to kill most sorceresses he was bound to her so that if she died he too would be killed, This has ensured that he has protected her since and will continue to do so.

Apon Shi'ars' ascention to high priestess she was to sacrifice an infant of the woodelf kine, However the night before the sacrifice she went to see the child, Unbeknownst to the other priestesses the child was destined to be the vessel for a great spirit, The spirit revealed itself to Shi'ar and in so doing changed Shi'ars destiny.

Shi'ar new that the child must live to strenghten all the elven races, and thus she would take the child to it's own people for protection.
The next morning SHi'ar, Korin and the child were missing, A hunt has been on ever since for all three, Shi'ar knows she can never return to her home and has wandered the lands ever since searching for power to protect herself, and to vanquish her foes.

Shiars skills with spells are such that each spell is crafted not just cast, Her fireball on most occasions takes the form of a lumbering wolf as it charges at the enemy, Her lightning strikes the form of a Hawk, This is done more out of audasity than anything else as crafting her spells like this takes more effort and magic to control.

[Tarrin]

Name: Korin shadowstar
Age: 147
Weapons: Duel short swords, duel daggers, Forearm crossbow, Various poisons
Race: Darkelf (Not drow)
Hair Color / Style: Korin's head is shaved completely bald
Eye Color: Both are Black pools of nothingness
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 60Kg
Build: Athletic
Dress and Appearance: Korin wears black leathers, and a hooded hurricane cloak, The hood is kept up most of the time, Leaving no indecation of his features, The hurricane cloak hides Korins one abnormality, He has four arms, The dual Short swords he uses radiate a chaotic taint that would send a shiver down any adversaries spine.

Personality: Korin is a silent person prefering to let his actions speak for him, He is in a battle however cocky and enjoys playing with his opponents and letting them know he is doing so, His hatered for Shi'ar is great but so is his respect for her and much of the time these cause him confusion.

Backstory: Korin was taken from his family on the night of blood, This night all priestesses drink drug laced blood and wander into the streets killing any they come across, Also they take what few of the children they dont kill or sacrifice and train them as their assasins and protectors.
Assasins chief targets are usually mages and as such they are bread to hate them, When Korin was presented to Shi'ar he was bound to her so that his hate for her spellcraft would not overide his protection of her.

After Shi'ars betrayl of her people Korin was forced to follow because of the bond on him, During their journey Korin was forced to fight an Knight of Chaos, The battle was feirce in the end however Korin had a lucky break and killed the champion, As a trophy Korin took the short swords the chaos knight weilded, However the taint of chaos apon the blades mutated Korin untill he grew an extra set of limbs.

As they travel and Shi'ar searches for more power Korin too searches, He searches for a way to break his bond with her, The only question remains is when he finds that way to break the bond will he actually do it?

[Loki, The Fallen]

Here's my first one, maybe my next one will be better...

Class: Backup - Single Ally
Name: Deborah Tallek
Race/Gender: Human Male
Age: 26
Profession: Doctor/Barber
Appearance: A tougher looking man would be hard to find. At 188cm and 104kg, Deborah looks as rugged as an old Oak. He's heavily scarred and calloused from the years of beatings he was on the receiving end of. Since those years, manual labor and his profession have required him to keep in shape, developing a rather large build. He keeps his dark brown hair closely trimmed, with no facial hair, and maintains a simple wardrobe, mostly of dark trousers and shirts, few of which do not have some sort of faint stain on them. When examining patients, one trait they never fail to notice is his dark blue eyes, which seem to draw out their thoughts...
Background: When he was young, many felt sorry for Deborah. The reasons were many. As a baby Deborah was given up by his parents, left on the doorstep of some town's Barber/Doctor. As if being abandoned by one's own family wasn't bad enough, it was being left in the care of Thaddeus Tallek, whom many considered an uncaring and cruel person. His parents left, along with Deborah, a note asking for the one who discovers him to "take care of our darling daughter Deborah, for we are unable to." Anyone else might have thought to provide the unwanted child with a normal life, filled with love and care, and perhaps a name that wouldn't cause the child to be a social outcast. Thaddeus would have none of this. Thaddeus, whose own callousness toward his family caused his wife to pack up the children and leave, responded to this as anyone else assumed he would. He said to the child "I have no room in my house for the weak, for my enemy is death itself." When he finished his little speech, he returned to his studying. The next morning, he once again ventured onto his porch to see what came of the child. The child did not cry. He simply stayed quietly in the basket his parents left him in. Thaddeus glanced at the newborn, who shouldn't have survived the night, and said "Stubborn, ain't ye? Well, I'll give you two years, then you will join me in my battle, Deborah!" He snickered.
Deborah survived the two years with ease, and then Thaddeus put him to work. The hours were long, the labor more then could be expected of a child, but Deborah did not complain. Along with the work, Thaddeus began instructing Deborah in the Medical Arts. Despite his outwardly cruel demeanor, Thaddeus was a very skilled doctor and was quite happy to train another for the never-ending battle with death. Deborah had some difficulty understanding these technical instructions at such a young age, but he never gave up. (Partly because the time Thaddeus spent instructing Deborah was time not spent doing the most difficult jobs, such as splitting wood, cleaning the operating room, etc.) Deborah studied medicine, disregarding any other studies. Deborah and Thaddeus believed the classes the town's school offered as unnecessary for their battle. This and his name helped alienate him from all other children in the town, which lead to him being harassed and beaten. When beaten, he would not cry out in pain and refused to fight back. Thaddeus noticed this one day while Deborah was binding previously acquired wounds. When asked, Deborah replied, "Thaddeus, with the training I've received from you it would be hardly fair. You taught me how to fix them, with the same knowledge I can break them. Does Death really need that much help?" Thaddeus smiled something that happens rarely for him.
Years later, Thaddeus lost his battle with Death. Deborah buried Thaddeus in a simple ceremony, at which few showed to the funeral, believing that the "Crazy Bastard finally got his". However, there has never been a day when fresh flowers were not placed on his tombstone, and Deborah never did that sort of thing. In Thaddeus' memory, Deborah took his last name, and continued practicing the craft of the Tallek family. Now that he is grown, and the official town Surgeon and Barber, he no longer suffers from any attacks by any who know of him, although he definitely gets his fair share of ribbing over his name. He is also considered a member of the town's militia, after receiving training from the captain in the use of long knives. Even though he was an outcast as a child, he feels a strong attachment to the town and its people, and wishes to protect them from all threats, tangible and intangible.
Personality: Perhaps considered a polar opposite to the one who raised him, Deborah is caring and kind with much better bedside manner then his mentor. (This made him much more popular then his predecessor.) He's also quick to make friends with any newcomer to the town. He's not shy about his name either, proudly stating his full name whenever asked. He was also rumored to have saved a family that was attacked by bandits during one of his travels to a nearby town, but denies that it was anything special, saying "I lost many to Death that day...” Deborah is rumored to have a sense of humor, but he tends to only show it when he is away from his role as a doctor. Perhaps it's some of Thaddeus bleeding through, for they both take the battle with Death quite seriously.
In Combat: Although he avoids actual physical combat as much as possible, when pressed into such a situation, Deborah tends to not draw blood until someone else has drawn it. Once that happens, he strikes quickly and violently, always attacking his opponents in ways that are extremely difficult to heal, causing more pain and blood-loss then typical soldiers who may aim for quick kills. One may almost consider him sadistic, but Deborah always states his goal is to stop the opponent from attacking ever again, without killing them. This has lead to some uneasiness amongst the members of the Militia who have seen him in action. His weapon of preference is twin long knives, which he wields with no difficulty. He has also been given basic training in the use of pole arms, and the long sword and shield but enjoys the greater control of the long knives.

End of book 1

[Truce]

Name: Carus Diligo

Appearance: Carus has mid-length crimson hair that falls freely around his relatively handsome face, and dark blue eyes that seems to be focused on the whole world at once. With a complexion darker than the other villagers over a body with toned muscles, he's easier to spot than other people.

Carus' garments are composed of blue fitted trousers, a white shirt, and a long-sleeved orange tunic over that which extends slightly beyond the waist. Hard sole moccasins are worn instead of regular shoes, and he has a pair of gloves with metal plates on the back of the hands.

Biography: It had always existed. Perhaps not always with material form, but in some way, in some concept, lying the the hearts of man. Some people would go so far as to call it, "Love."

However, it's "birth" came when one woman, Merea Flere, made a wish to the world, asking for the impossible to be done. Her greatest desire was to save the life of her beloved, whose life was given so that the world would be saved. It heard her plea, and in a moment of pity, it reached out to the man and gave him new life by becoming a part of him-and in doing so made his sacrifice undone.

That which had threatened the world was no longer contained, ancient demons returned to terrorize the lands while man and beast alike found themselves with magicks too powerful for themselves to control. In the time it took the man, Carus Diligo, to recover from his death empires had risen and fallen, and no sign of the fighting had changed.

Carus, unable to bear to see the world in such a state, set out with Merea to find a way to fix things. As he journeys on, he finds that the only way to make things right is to set them back the way they were.

The whole world for himself-for Carus, it is a simple decision. However, love keeps Merea's wish alive, and until that desire is gone he cannot die.

Separating from her, he now journeys to seek his own death. Slowly though, his resolve is weakens, and the wish is forcing him to return to her again.