TwistedMyth's Dorky Characters

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Just my characters and such I've used here at RPA, just so I don't forget them :P
More later XD
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Aharan / Wither

Age: 37
Race: Of Noelael origin.
Occupation: Barbarian (Jungle Savage)

Appearance:
He is heavy scarred with weapon wounds as well as animal bites and scratches. Tribal tattoos cover his upper chest arms – with similar markings on his back.

http://wallpaper-s.org/18__Viking_-_Battle_for_Asgard,_2008.htm
(Image is kinda big I think)

Equipment:
The axe and sword in image above.
As well as a knife with handle carved of bone.
http://dyersauction.com/images/IG134-14.jpg

Personality:
A man who carries a grudge for a long time, one that can never fully trust someone else regardless of what they have been through, one that no longer has a loving bone in his body. A lifetime of constant battles has left him hard and withdrawn, keeping to himself mostly with words, feelings and contact. His anger has cooled over the past few years.

He'd been a leader once, but those skills were lost now. Aharan rather focuses on what he is doing and leaves others to themselves. He lives for battle as it is all he has now.

History:
A member of the jungle tribes in the southern peninsula, people that were once of Noelael origin. Aharan's life has been a brutal struggle to survive. The tribes often face dangers from the creatures that reside amonst the jungle, as well as other tribes and from within their own. They take part in raids against the those who border the jungles too.

As a young warrior in his tribe Aharan he often took part in the troubles of living in the jungle. Learning weapon arts and joining the constant struggle for survival dominated his life. At his side throughout his years was his brother Brae.

Often the tribes pass through periods of succession; where the leadership for the tribe is fought upon with one on one knife combat. After defeating the former tribe leader Aharan took charge of the tribe for several years. Before finding himself in a similar struggle against Brae. When the battle ended Aharan was still tribe leader however found it hard to kill his sibling. Brae was left to live alone despite possible consequences.

Out hunting one evening his brother returned plotting Aharan's death; caught surprise he was left with a knife in the back to survive in the jungle. Brae returned to take control of the tribe leaving Aharan to Wither away through the jungle forces. Through his own sheer will he survived the attack but was no longer allowed to return to his people.

Angered Aharan left the jungles to Noelael. After initial unease and distrust he began to help fight against the raids from jungle warriors. After five years he's had enough of battling his own and seeks something new to do with himself.

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From Pure's Deathmatch (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=13206)

Discreet John

Player appearance:
http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/vampire-power-1.jpg
Wears a cape.

Player weapon:
His Cape is his weapon

Player weapon power:
Razor Cape! (the Cloth on the cape becomes razor sharp, swings about some)

Player Power:
Claw extension! His hands become super sharp claws

Player Class: Vampire - we are going by the super fast and strong blood sucking fiend style of Vampire

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From Evil Brother's Oasis Chapter 1 (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=20112)

Evelyn Crow


Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance:
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3796325493_549d1e1917_z.jpg?zz=1
Except that weird had thing (underneath the white cloth thing XD)

Weapon of choice: Single handed Short Sword, one used above.

Bio:
Evelyn Crow had not always been a warrior; she'd trained beside her brothers when she was young for sure. But that had been her fathers with and she was no true warrior at heart. No, she'd helped work cloth to keep the harmful sun away, no, she'd helped gather and cook food for those that did, and no, she was to be married to a soldier one day. Evelyn was never good at the cloth, at the cooking and gathering, and nor was she any good with attracting men.

Some strange curse gave her a gift with the short sword however. The sword of their family was to go to her elder brother Michael a full three years her elder and a bulky man. It, however, ended up in her hands.

Her Father Abraham had been a great warrior, her brother growing to be one. But even so a swarm of locusts can kill a skilled man. Michael had brought home her father across the desert and home to the oasis. Never was he to lift the blade again. It fell to Evelyn to lift her family's sword. Her younger siblings to young to help in the fights for a few more years.

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From Lance's Rebellion (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=11599)


Airiel

Age: 26

Race: Elf

Occupation: Field Worker

His time in the fields is spent preparing the crops for harvest. Overlooked by the careful army that drives the workers fiercely with long hours each and every day, Airiel doesn't have much time left in the day for planning any form of escape or assault on the army that rules over him. Despite being fed only meagre portions each day, the hard work with scythes and breaking the earth for fields has made built his body up.

Appearance:

Standing at about an average size for an elf being six foot six, he is more muscular than most of his race with working in the farms. Especially in the upper half of his body, his arms and chest are in particular more buff than the average elf. His doesn't stand up straight favouring more of a slight forward bend in his back. This doesn't affect his movement too much, Airiel is still reasonably agile. Generally his light coloured skin is covered in grime and dirt from his labour. His ears are pointy.

He has golden blonde hair that appears rough and unclean, it hasn't been cut in a long time so it falls past his neck line and over his shoulders. Airiel pushes the hair out from the front of his face behind his ears. Generally his hair is tied into a rough looking tail. A scrappy, patchy-looking golden beard untrimmed covers his lower face and cheeks.

Airiel has previous had his nose broken, it is disfigured but not utterly destroyed. The result of not working fast enough for an overseer's liking in his youth. Also during his younger years he and his sister would get into fights around the slave yards so he has several blemishes on his skin from those years. These don't often sit in the forefront of his mind, he doesn't really care too much

Equipment:

Airiel has basic slave clothing, run ragged and patched up from hour after hour of hard labour working in the fields. The material itself is quite thick to prevent such damage but the arduous workloads and demands from the overseers has caused them to degrade. Alongside this he wears basic tattered sandals.

At all times he carries a small piece of metal (about the size of a small coin) that is bent and twisted into one face giving a swirled appearance as it folds in onto itself. A gift and memento from Airiel's sister several years ago. When he is thinking Airiel sometimes rolls it around in his hand, otherwise it is kept close to hand.

Personality:

Airiel is a very calm person that has never really resorted to violence before. He is very compliant, usually he just follows the others he is given regardless of what they are or who gives them. Airiel has never really been one to fight against the opressive life he lives each day, he had accepted it as the way of life up until recently. Though this is how he has thought for a long time he has never been completely against fighting against the Dark One but he'd much prefer someone else to do it instead.

He could be perceived as being rather cold or emotionless, as he rarely shows much feeling to anyone. He hasn't ever felt to close to many people other than his sister, he has seen many people die from the work he does. He tends to not draw to close to people.

However he is surprisingly driven from time to time, putting all of his energy into getting a single task done. Supposedly has a deep hatred for Keb Ironbrain.

History:

A pair of rebellious elves taking from a glorious life of being servants to some dark overlord and sold into a life of physical labour normally reserved for human workers. Avriel had always caused trouble, acting out against the people that ruled them, eventually it was deemed her acts would be more suited in doing physical work. Joining her into exile was her docile brother Airiel. Airiel wasn't like his sister, only once had he acted out which had resulted in his face being smashed inwards. Since then he has always followed orders.

The pair were quickly transferred into a camp that worked fields for cropping, within the camp they quickly learnt that the were the only elves amongst dozens of hard tough working dwarves and a hundred or more beaten down humans. The overseer through them into the roughest crew, full of dangerous men and women that had lived there their whole lives – an intolerant bunch that sneered at their arrival and scowled at the elves slacker paces. The second night after a tough day had left Airiel in an exhausted heap at the camp, extensive long hours had made his young body extremely tired. However the rest of the crew had been unimpressed with the elves work, having had to do more themselves to meet the days quota, they had decided to visit Airiel and his sister during the night.

A sudden pain to his stomach brought Airiel back awake in a groggy state. It only took moments for him to realise that several figures were surrounding him and attacking, his aching body attempted to defend itself without much luck. After one last kick to his chest that left him winded it took Airiel awhile before he realised no more attacks were coming. With his hazy vision he saw the other elf holding something around the leader of the crew's throat. When he woke the following day Avriel told him that they had to work twice as hard from now on so that there wouldn't be a repeat of the previous night. She never replied on to what had happened after he passed out so Airiel had given up on learning.

Several weeks of the intense workload passed and Airiel became accustomed to it, managing to keep up with the rest of the crew was still however a challenge. But they never assaulted the elves again, occasional disagreements happened between Airiel and the human or dwarf workers however this wasn't unusual to happen amongst the young workers.

Several years passed and the pair of elves were reasonably accepted into the camps and out in the fields. They were both into there early twenties, with Avriel being two years older, and they had changed much since arriving. She came to him on evening with a wild plan of escape, others from the camp were preparing the leave as well he'd heard. A group of rebels had formed somewhere nearby and were in a battle with Keb Ironbrain's forces. Avriel wanted them both to leave and join up and fight there way to freedom. The elf thought about it but decided against going. They argued with one another before she had left, it hadn't been the first time his sister had wanted to escape but this time there was several others keen on escaping as well.

Airiel's sister was someone to look up to people said to him, a Rebel to her core spitting in the Dark Ones face all the way to her grave. A fitting death for someone she had, a slave once told him, to die fighting like that. In truth, though, he himself couldn't see the point and it had been a constant arguing point between the pair. Not that he liked being a slave, no quite the opposite, but he wasn't one for fighting and he'd much rather someone else to do it then himself. Avriel had tried to draw him into the fight for freedom many times but it was only after her death that he finally decided to join the resistance.

It happened after a successful campaign, Avriel and her comrades had been liberating people from the slave camps and had returned to a ravaged town they were using as a base. They weren't there long until the fight for survival had begun, and few rebels lived by the end of it. Avriel had held out for as long as she could, he was told, against the might and dark force of one of the Dark Ones Lieutenants – the Psychotic Goblin Keb Ironbrain. Before being dragged away, Airiel liked to think her death had been quick but he knew it wouldn't have been.

The news took a while to reach Airiel at the slave camp but when it did the Elf knew what was expected of him. He was the only elf there, and he was family so - despite his feelings and reluctance to fight - the night after he'd learn what had happened in front of the other slaves he swore he'd avenge her death. He swore he'd kill the Goblin Keb Ironbrain.

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From Mary Sue's A Single Step (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=24739)

Name: Mathie Martin
Age: 28
Subculture: Cyber
Appearance:

Mathie shaves his head bald of the common white hair. He has some scarring on his neck from his work but otherwise his skin is just mostly pale. His eyes are dark and often look wide open. He has a bony looking face, with his features sticking out.

Cyber enhancements

Ears; a fairly common enhancement for Enforcers, acts as a radio device to keep in contact with other Enforcers as well as indicating alerts of crimes/ disturbances nearby.

After an explosion earlier in his career parts of the right side of his body is cybernetic. From his thigh to foot, a large section on the right side of his chest to neck and his right arm are all cybernetic. They mostly just add strength and shield his body. Most often these are cover by his clothing

Usually he wears his long sleeved Enforcer uniform and black gloves on both hands when on duty.
Otherwise he likes to wear comfortable coats and loose attire around the ship.


Social Standing:
Mostly unknown to the general population of Jericho-X7, but to his fellow Enforcer's and the criminal world Mathie is known to be really straight to the law and won't accept bribes.

Profession: Enforcer

Personality:

He might be tough to those who break the laws but he tries to be fair. Mathie protects the innocent whenever he can, and likes to help out others.

He can be quite gruff at times, and keeps things to himself when on duty. Mathie doesn't mind going out for fun, or hanging out with his friends but only when not working. Devoted to his work and the Goddesses.

Short Bio:

He joined the Enforcer's when he was young and apart from the common Ear enhancement he was determined not to have his body changed like most others in the Enforcers. However this stance changed after being in an explosion when trying to bring down some criminals. He was forced to become a Cyber or be unable to continue on with his work. He sticks to the law completely (or tries to).

Since his childhood he has been devoted to the Goddesses and often praises them each day.

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From Auki's The Demon's Vows (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27477)

Name: Benjamin (Ben) Ashmore
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:

http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/blindfire/blindfire1010/blindfire101000085/8113311-grumpy-man-with-copy-space.jpg

Personality:

What's the point in caring, everyone thinks you're an asshole anyway? With a surly and generally aggressive, angry, annoyed attitude Ben finds himself alone quite often. Doesn't matter to him, right? More time to tear himself up, you know, pick away at all the flaws, all the things he's done wrong, the crappy times.

But maybe, somewhere underneath his grumpy exterior and hidden between all the self hatred is a good person. Someone who does care, but has been held back for a long while.

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From Swanheart Hill (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=24365)

Name: Robin
Titles: The Red Hood (or simply “Red Hood”)
Gender: Male
Age:27

Description
Robin stands at about half a head shorter than average height and is a bit slender. He is muscular from long years of warring between other men and women in The Wasteland. He has half a hundred old wounds to show for it. Most prominent is the axe wound running from his hair line down his left cheek.

Robin has black hair of medium length which he tucks behind his ears. Primarily his eyes are a dark green in colour but in his left eye there is a wedge of red blended in. His skin tone is very tanned, brown from the heavy sun.

He wears light clothing, keeping his arms and legs mostly free of cloth. He slicks his bow over his back along with his quiver of arrows. His shorts are held up by a leather belt where he also keeps his pair of knives sheathed.

Over his head he pulls his infamous Red Hood, heavily ripped and more a dark crimson than red.

Personality
Robin is a very.... volatile man and his mood can change in seconds. He likes to stay calm and think things over but he just can't do that, especially when under pressure or angered. When he is angered he can easily loose control of his actions and do things that people would normally regret doing later on – but not Robin. He doesn't care afterward.

For several years he has been married to a woman he loves greatly. And while he still can lose control of himself, Robin's anger and reactions have been greatly reduced. He hasn't been destructive, and almost at peace.

But now that she may die Robins old ways are finding there way back to him. He feels like he may lose control at any moment.

Weapons
Robin's primary weapon is a short bow which he can use with deadly skill, he has high accuracy with his weapon.

For when enemies come to close, which Robin doesn't really like, he uses a pair of flat sharp knives. Rarely will he use both at the same time.

History
Robin can't remember much from before ten years ago, since being hit by a maddening scream from a demon. But since then his path has been made of blood and death. Mocked by older and stronger men and women Robin set out on a path of blind revenge.

He hunt down those that destroyed his image, killing each in turn. This took many years and fear for his name as The Red Hood had grown. Once he was done his life lacked a purpose and he returned to Hometown. Since then he's married.

In recent times, the power of his name has diminished due to his calmer nature. Rather than hunt men he kills demons that venture close to Hometown. He targets shrieks mostly.

With his wife dying, he feels he can use the power of his old name to bring forth people to help him hunt down a stone-eater.


Title History
When The Shrieks invaded Hometown ten years ago the brought chaos to the town and everyone was forced to arm themselves or die to the demon invaders. Robin was young and a bit arrogant so he decided to assault a Shriek head on. A mistake which left him hit with a blast of a powerful Shriek scream. Luckily the blast lasted only seconds, however it's affect was permanent.

Rage filled him and he charged the Shriek head on. In a moment the demon had disarmed him and swung his own axe back upon him. He passed out.

When Robin had awoken the battle was done. Somehow his hood had fallen over his head wound and was soaked right through with blood. He was found like that half dead with his axe nearby.

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From Swanheart Hill (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=24365)

Name: Peter Cold
Gender: Male
Age: 18

Description: (he's pretty boring, maybe he'll get more interesting as the RP gets along XD)
Peter has short scruffy brown hair that isn't usually neat. He is reasonably tanned from working in the sun but his skin is pretty much blemish free. Peter's chin is covered in a pretty patchy pathetic beard. Otherwise he doesn't really have too many remarkable features.

He comes from a reasonably poor background so he only has basic clothing and gear.

Personality:
Well, he isn't the smartest person alive and can be pretty easily fooled by even the most basic of tricks. He isn't very good at telling lies from truth, and can't really lie convincingly himself. His intentions are pretty easy to read. He isn't overly in touch with the world, he can't read other peoples moods and their intentions well.

He's mostly cheerful despite living on the edge of the wasteland. He cares a fair bit for those around them. Can get pretty determined.

Inspired by the tales of old warriors – whether they be bastards or a touch more heroic – he's taken up the Axe. To do something, anything great.

Weapons:
An old battle-worn axe.

History
Well there isn't really much to say, lived in Hometown his whole life with his mother. Began helping with the farm after his father died. Took an interest in stories and much to his mothers annoyance decided to take off and make a story for himself.

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Some Shorter Bios

From Auki's Hunted; The Interrogation (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=25621)

Name: Justin Crane
Age: 22
Description:

http://www.visualphotos.com/photo/2x4109828/Portrait_of_young_man_sitting_at_beach_17272.jpg

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From Auki's Hunted (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=17547)

Name: Harold Rider

Age: 50

http://www.fulllifeassociation.org/images/j0409402-1.jpg

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From Black (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=17545)


Name: Ivan Salter
Age: 24

Appearance

http://media.cardplayer.com/assets/photos/000/013/873/medium_MichaelMcdonald_Large_-2.JPG?1241710124

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From The Agency; You're Out of Line, X!! (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=25069)

Name: Xaviera (Viera for short)
Age: 27
Appearance:

Xaviera is of an asian appearance. She is on the rather short side at a little over 5' (but not too much). She has straight black hair kept loose, it falls to her shoulders. When reading she wears a pair of standard reading glasses, the lenses rectangular in shape. She has some scarring from more vicious attacks but that's kept hidden underneath clothing. Her standard clothing..... is usually black in colour. When working on a job she likes to wear a black trench coat and gloves.

Personality

Viera is pretty out there, often joking about .... everything. She doesn't tend to be super serious - even in the face of great peril. Sometimes if she needs to think she'll be more withdrawn but that doesn't happen a lot.

She's a woman with a lot of bad habits, smoking, heavy drinking, driving fast, 'accidently' blowing things up.

She hasn't really ever had a serious relationship and most of her .... romances never get past the first date.

Abilities
Xaviera can convene with the dead, whether through the arts of ritual magic and artifacts. Or through more direct confrontations with the dead. She can speak to and understand ghosts, however ghosts have the power to cause direct physical harm to her. But she can banish them, or send them along to the afterlife.

She is a lot faster than a normal human should be, whether this is related to her other ability or not is unknown. She can run faster and have quick reactions than a regular person.

History

One morning a car pulled up outside an orphanage. And a child aged between 8 and 10 was left behind. She had no name but Xaviera and all over her memories had been erased. Any investigation into her origins turned up nothing.

After several years and multiple orphanages she was adopted by a man named George Hawkings. He was aging in years and had been proven to be sterile, his wife had also passed away several years prior.

George lived a comfortable life, his estate lingered on the edge of Sydney. Viera was allowed to wander and kept a lot of time to herself. Mainly because George was preoccupied at all hours, day and night, by random and unknown people. Viera had her schooling at the estate by expensive private tutors.

Around her 17th birthday, she heard George talking to some people after one of his meetings. Unknowingly she went to greet them. But they looked strange, weirdly she could see through them well. One of them was a ghost name Palma.

George was the head of an Agency headquarters. After a period of shock, she was told everything about their world. About her powers. For several years the ghost Palma taught her. She doesn't know whether George had always known about her powers or not.

10 years later, Viera is one of the key operatives in Sydney. Now under the command of a wizard named Steven Elliot. Her methods are often considered reckless at best, and can be destructive.

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From In Space (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=11578)


Evan Woods
Age 25
Gender Male

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrO8T0sv2fc/TGoY3DBXMnI/AAAAAAAAC5k/WGpTJLONPIE/s1600/GuyBlack.jpg

Personality
Easy going and nice - hard to anger. Gets stressed easily though, over worries about things too much.

Bio
At first it seemed having the most easy going job he'd ever known was the best thing that had happened to Evan. But after two years on the station things have changed. Anxiety has built up, Space has begun to nag at him. He was planning to leave the station with the next supply run.

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From The Demon's Caravan (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=4864)

Sek Beheven
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Class: Merchant*
Faction: None

Appearance:
With a hight just below six feet, and an average weight (not large but not terribly fit either) Sek has the look of a well-experienced Merchant – if not the look of a young troublemaker. With deals having gone down bad in the past he has been left with scars from bladed weapons over his chest and even having a broken nose. A few scars have been left aroubd his hands, but with luck he has managed to retain all his limbs and fingers. He shows the aging in his forehead with lines of worry, but the curves at the side of his mouth show the signs of laughter too. His eyes are a blue tint, mix with the dullness of grey. Sek's hair is a neat and golden, with is being short to mid-length. He has his hair pushed to the side of his face.

His clothing is plain and not overly expensive, he spends most of his time travelling. Usually he wears long leggings (with many pockets) to cover his legs down to his sandels. Though he does have boots and socks, he only wears them if it becomes to cold otherwise. Plain shirts are his favourite, whether they are long in sleeve or short. Again he only wears a jacket in the cooler wheather. If required he does have dressier garments he can wear – they are a lot more showy then his usual attire.

Personality:
The Ruthless Merchant Sek seeking ways to make easy money in the buying and selling of items. Or so he wants others to believe. By trade a Merchant, but Sek is mostly a traveller. He makes enough money to get himself by as he moves from place to place. In sense he is friendly enough, but if required he can harness some harshness (especially when dealing with an unruly business partner). He likes to laugh, though his anger can sometimes get in the way. As well as his agitation and worry. Although he can get fond of others, usually he begins to find himself stuck in his own thoughts of fear (worrying about this and that) for others. For this reason he can be unpredictably (or predictably) fligthy when it comes to relationships of any sort.

Weapon of preference:
Sek has a preference for the Mace, however it has been years since he has actually had to use any form of weapon. He has long since abandonned the Mace for a more favourable Staff. He uses his staff for travelling as well. It has served him well in the minor scuffles he's been involved with. Its made of hard wood with a length coming up to his chest, with no other notable features.

Magic: None


A life he decided to abandon when he was young, and perhaps a little to foolish, in the middle of his teens. With that of his parents and those he loved and cared for. He fled. Ever since he has been searching for his place, though he has never been truly comfortable since leaving home. He learnt the way of a merchant through a long haul of failings until he managed to find his feat. Though it gets him by it doesn't mak him at all happy. He finds before he can feel like he belongs with people, Sek feels he must leave them. With this he came caught in trouble one time when he was travelling with a Demon Caravan. After causing a stir he was thrown out to defend for himself. They were barely a days travel from town. Alone he spent the night in fear.

The Fabled Goblins caught him and took him prisoner. Luckily with the help of a few others they managed to break out and escape back to town. For a while after that he wore a mace at his side. Then eventually replaced it with a Stave.