[M] The Devil's Wake: Chapter II

[Awean8]

I'm back from a night of D&d.

@Stryker I might have already shown you these but....These might fit Mace.
http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/...wean8/Mace.jpg
http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/...aeb8fa43b0.jpg

I've got to go inform everyone else now.

[StormWolf]

*pants from exhaustion*

I just did character sheets for the entire Russvik family.... *collapses*

[Atrum Daemon]

Look who's back and better than ever.


Name: Garret Lucina
Age: 31
Occupation: The Guardian/Chaos Servant
Armor:
The Armor of Contempt - An ancient suit of armor forged from black iron ensorcelled to protect the wearer from elemental magic. The armor shapes itself to comfortably fit each new master and manifests a robe and hooded cloak about itself once worn.
Weapons:

Spoiler: The Fury Sword 

Casual Wear: Dark-colored robes with golden lining.
Other items:

Appearance:

Spoiler: Possible placeholder 

Facially, he has retained his sharp features and cold, blue-grey eyes. However, he has gained a series of glowing runes about his cheeks and forehead since taking on his new role.

Personality: Garret remains the determined and courageous man he was. His new found role in life has given him a slightly broader perspective of the world, but he remains a rough-edged, blunt man who still has a good heart underneath a slightly spiky exterior. With his ties to country and family severed, he looks to his position to give him renewed purpose and vigor in all parts of life.

Bio: Born to a family with a rich history of military and religious service, Garret was introduced into the arts of battle once he was able to walk and talk. It was clear to him early on that his path would either take him to the Cathedral or the battlefield. A young Garret chose military life over that of a priest, even though his younger brother would go on to become an Inquisitor. His natural talents for fighting and willingness to follow orders saw Garret become an officer by the time he was twenty-eight.

After the massacre at the Grey Plains and the turmoil of Byzanthea, Garret vanished for half a year. His visions and dreams grew stronger, leading him to the ancestral burial grounds of the Lucina family. Within the great crypt, he found what the stranger in his dreams had once spoken of: the choice to help the world or set it ablaze. Not being one to take an easy path, Garret chose what was to him the only right path. He claimed both the Armor of Contempt, the ancient black iron armor of The Guardian, and the Fury Sword, a black iron sword wielded by long-dead Servants of Chaos.

He took the Guardian’s Oath, severing his ties to his nation and family in order to serve the greater good of the world. He diligently trained to master both the armor and sword, finding that the armor granted him several old defensive spells and a collection of arcane projectile spells. He discovered that the Fury Sword only truly came to life in battle, glowing with an inner flame and almost guiding his arm to killing blows.

When he returned home, he discovered Tristan’s Ishtaria. Still feeling torn between Guardian and Chaos Servant, Garret made the choice to join his former companions after reasoning that Ishtaria may be the best hope to save the land from the corruption of the Empire and distrustful nature of the Colonies.

[Mysteria]

I may edit this some after I get back from having to do some much needed important stuffs today, but for now this is what I have (Thanks Stormie and Awaen!)

Name: Narissa “Rissa” Faolain

Age: 32

Occupation: Past Rogue/Current Peaceful Healer

Weapons: N/a

Other Items: Some poisons that is a habit from her rogue days but generally she carries herbal remedies and medicines.

Armor/War Attire: N/A

Casual Clothing: It depends. Usually she is dressed in some variation of leather or breeches with tight form fitting tops. She wears her clothing tight to prevent an opponent from easily being able to grab onto. As a healer she wears simple clothing. Her wardrobe varies from dresses to slacks and blouses.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Narissa 

Like this, only flaxen colored hair

Narissa has long flowing flaxen hair that hangs to her waist on her five feet seven inch frame and is often times tied back in a braid. Her eyes shine like emeralds in the sunlight and her comely face is adorned with full luscious lips.

Personality: Narissa is a good hearted woman although within lies the heart of a true warrior. Narissa’s loyalty to those whom she deems worthy of her friendship and to those whom she loves is as fierce as her temper is known to be at times. She takes her work very seriously, continuing to train with all types of weaponry to hone her skills along with practicing the art of stealth in her spare time, but her time is now dedicated to the art of healing others and learning about new medicines and medicinal techniques.

Bio: Narissa was born into a family with a long Rogue history. Having been born into such a family, it would have been expected of her to follow in the footsteps of those who had gone before. From a young age she began to train with her parents, honing and sharpening her skills until would come the day when they would be needed. For a brief period of time in her life she had come to doubt if that kind of life was what she wanted for herself, even going as far as to take up medicine and healing, but as she trained more as a rogue, as she became aware of how much she enjoyed the thrill that came with being a spy her interests turned back towards the rogue way of life. She came to realize how good she was at the art of deception and being able to obtain privileged information as her comely features had afforded her that luxury and in the line of duty she was not afraid to use any of her given talents.

The only thing that had been missing in Narissa’s life was children. In her younger years before she had became widowed, her and her husband although they had tried never had been blessed with children, Rissa assuming that it was she who had been barren of baring children. She turned her pain inward and dedicated her life to her profession.

As time passed and the need for rogues diminished and the need for peaceful healers increased, Rissa turned her attentions back to medicine. Becoming a healer helped her to feel as she were redeeming herself of past evil deeds and acts.

[RisingPhoenix]

Well Mysteria, that name seems familiar, very familiar as if it is a variant of another name.....hmmmm I'm glad to see you here.

I'm steadily updating my characters information.......I do believe that Noah will be well rounded...

[Belle Chose]

Anyone noticed that all the girls are redheads? o _ o; Well, except for Alexis?

[Awean8]

*pants from exhaustion*

I just did character sheets for the entire Russvik family.... *collapses*

Lol, well everyone is accepted so even all of Liaman's many offspring.

I have to send Kris, and Seven the links and I think thats it. I also need to finish up the OP. Ugh so much typing! Dx

[Kris]

Oh I knew you started it.

But:

1. Didn't want to increase chatter posts.

2. Didn't finish to work on the bio.

And... well... since I posted now

Just wanted to say good luck to us, everyone upgrading and it's so cool

Welcome to the group Mysti

[Awean8]

Yay! Now its just Seven thats out of the loop. I'll probably have to leave to go to friends in a few hours but I'll finish as much of the OP as I can and I'll probably have Tristan's profile up.

[Awean8]

Name: Tristan Cyril, (Tristan the Betrayer)

Age: 20

Occupation: Knight, General

Armor: He wears a set half-plate mail although he rarely ever uses his helmet due to it's lack of vision.

Weapons:
-Legato, a bastard sword he had been given when ever he was knighted, and that he has kept mostly out of sentimentality. It is a worthy weapon however which hasn't yet failed him.
-Heater Shield - Its used block nearly all forms of martial attack, while also acting as a make shift weapon if one were to use it to bash.
-Dagger - He keeps it either tucked between one of the plates of his sleeve, or in his boot. It can be used in close quartered encounters, or thrown from a distance.


Casual Wear: When not in full armor he wears a gold laced black leather doublet which he had managed to dig out from one of the closets in the Byzanthea keep.

Other Items: The Relic Ring. It's exact properties are still unknown but according to the vampire, Gabriel Lok, it contains immense power despite its meager appearance and because of this the Black Friars are after it. The only thing that is known about it is that it chooses its master, and those who wear it who are deemed unworthy will perish.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Tristan 

Personality: He seems to have recovered from the shock of battle, and the loss of his friend bringing him back to the cheerful optimistic young man that he used to be. Tristan is the type of person to laugh off a bad situation than to linger upon it in a bad light. He's intelligent, and strategical but at the same time idealistic and sometimes even foolish.

Growing in the sheltered city of Anglicion he was naive to the cruel world outside until he battled at the Gray Plains and slowly realized the injustices and misery that the land was in. He still doesn't understand a whole a lot, but he tries his best.

Bio: After the death of Prince Kastor Tristan was condemned as a traitor to quell the mobs who were angry over the death of their beloved prince. In the year since he has been busy gathering supporters for Central Ishtaria, and trying his best to keep the nobles from fighting over who should rule.

The year that he had spent in the safety of Byzanthea was rather peaceful actually. When he wasn't dealing with political matters he spent his time training, and when he wasn't doing that he was out causing mischief with Isaac and Claudia. He also managed to find time to send letters to his other companions who he had wished to keep in touch with. However, every night he would write and send a letter out to his dear mother in Anglicion only to receive nothing in return. Perhaps, his letters were being intercepted, perhaps she was angry at her traitor of a son, or worse perhaps she was dead.