Enchanted Lands CS

[Taria]

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Power- 1
Agility- 1
Spirit- 1
Intelligence- 1
Charisma- 1

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Heart Gem- Rookie's Portal

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[Taria]

Only pay attention to the top half of the sheet when creating a character, the rest is for in-game use. When you actually find stuff.

[joeyjoey61297]

Name: Joey Heart
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Description:Joey is a female hunter in the Fortress she fights with two or three swords as a preference. She has adopted this skill of three swords from an old master.(zoro from one piece type thing lol) She is a pretty girl who takes battle seriously and everywhere else she is a flirty teddy bear that likes to be around others. Joey is a 5'8" girl that has an above average breast to ass ratio. She is very beautiful and she knows that which is why she is so cunning. Joey uses her charms to get what she wants but doesn't mind having a "Good time" it's one of the many things she likes. Though some of her fav things are swords, sex,men and she does like women too.

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Stats
Power-8
Agility-10
Spirit-2
Intelligence-2
Charisma- 3

[daxtinator396]

Name:Dax Sierra
Gender:Male
Age:24
Description: Dax is a quick warrior skilled with daggers and defensive fighting. He stands at an average 5`10 and has a solid lean frame. Has long blonde hair that hangs to just over his eyebrows and green eyes.

Stats
Power:3
Agility:8
Spirit:6
Intelligence:4
Charisma:4

[EmilyMaddison]

Name: Lilith Winter
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Description: Lilith is a female hunter. She has not had many actually encounters with combat, as she prefers to manipulate and trick her way through situations. She is quite smart, and uses her looks and brains to manipulate situations to her advantage, though she has only ever had practice on humans. Many look down on Lilith, due to the way she manipulates, and her young age, but very few know how smart she actually is. Though her wiles and tricks have worked on both sexes, Lilith does not have sex for pleasure, merely to manipulate. She does not believe in love, or emotional attachment. She is an opportunist and rather cold to human emotion.
Lilith is tallish for a female, roughly 5'9, with a skinny to average build. Her slender body has been worked out, to emphasize curves. While she works out to keep her slim build, brute strength is not her strong suit. She has large breasts, and striking green eyes; both of these are her easiest method of manipulation. Her hair is a long bob type cut, that reaches just above the start of her breasts, and the back of her neck on the behind. Her raven black hair is streaked with blood red color; a strange but natural color she has had since birth. Her ears, tongue and nipples are pierced, but she rarely wears more than a black ring in each of them.

Stats:
Power -1
Agility-3
Spirit-1
Intelligence-4
Charisma- 11

[napsii]

Name: Aleiyra
Gender: Female
Age: 20

Description:

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Stats

Power- 2
Agility- 2
Spirit- 9
Intelligence- 11
Charisma- 1

Aleiyra was always a girl who had grown up on the darker side of life. A magician by blood, she came from a fractured and miserable lineage of spellcasters, minor nobles, peasants and outcasts stretching back countless generations. Her parents had been priests at a church in the urban slums of a blossoming town that often forgot its worse-off in its bid for power in a nation just as selfish. While the church of her birth was a sacred place, her rather poor parents had been far from holy: still ambitious and not wanting to die from some miserable infection, like the many peasants before them they exploited the populace without any abandon for coin and property, trading their tainted divinations and faulty advice for wealth. Aleiyra, their baby girl, took ever more notice of this as she aged into the introverted, quiet, almost apathetic girl seen today. Her talent for literature and writing was prodigious, earning her the eye of a local scholar who took it upon himself to educate her in the ways of magic, for which she was also an adept. As she grew into her teens, she became ever more distant from her parents, whose swindling was beginning to catch up to them.

Shortly before her thirteenth birthday, she returned from her teacher's library one evening to two bloodied and mangled floors splayed out across the church's altar, purses torn from their bodies and faced mangled into looks of horror -- the last image of fear burned onto their minds, before they had been slain. Aleiyra had but grimaced, seeing their greed had earned them their comeuppance. Black magic began to curl about her fingertips that that instant, and she knew the path of the holy priestess was one that led nowhere. She threw out her hand, and the tendrils of eerie black and red flowed into the corpses of her parents, whose frozen, pale visages shifted and flickered, becoming dull and lifeless as their baby girl's arcane powers breathed movement back into them. They rose from the floor, the knives still lodged in their guts, and looked to Aleiyra like the memories of their daughter lived on through undeath. She did not want them taken from her without a proper goodbye, and so did just that: she waved, touching her glowing hand to her heart, and released the magic. The corpses slumped over dead, and by the next morning, Aleiyra was gone.

The scholar that taught her had been a necromancer in secret, as the local guards would later reveal, desperate to pass on the tatters of his knowledge before he too, passed into the void. Seeing her parents gone, he took her in as not the student, but rather the daughter he'd come to think of her as. In unison, they fled across the country, retreating to the wilderness so that they might craft their art in secret. The next years of Aleiyra's life were a large gap in history -- she was preciously quiet about her training. Come her eighteenth birthday, however, she would return. From the drain of wielding the undead, her hair bleached white, and her eyes had turned red, and in her black cloak and with magic swirling about her fingertips, she walked with all the tellings of an evil and sinister black mage across the land. But she was not evil -- far from it. Never had she expressed an interest to control the world, or to raise a great dark lord from the dead. Instead, she was as a normal mage, traveling from corner to corner of the land, seeking to further her talents. And of course, she had long forsaken her last name. She was alone now.

Although, being that she was the quiet and even-tempered type, it was never easy to tell what Aleiyra wanted from life...

[berserkerhorn]

Name: Djiin
Gender: female
Age:25
Description:

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Stats (distribute 20)
Power- 1+4
Agility- 1+4
Spirit- 1+4
Intelligence- 1+4
Charisma- 1+4

[Laughing Hyena]

Name: Aramil Blackthorn
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Description:

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Stats (distribute 20)
Power- 1+3 = 4
Agility- 1+5 = 6
Spirit- 1+1 = 2
Intelligence- 1+3 = 4
Charisma- 1+4 = 5

[jayjaycaps]

Name: Jason Argo
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Description:

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Will add bio later.

Stats (distribute 20)
Power- 7
Agility- 7
Spirit- 5
Intelligence- 3
Charisma- 3

[KnightVanilla]

Name: Milanor Aka "The Silver Wolf"
Gender: Male
Age: 19
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Stats (distribute 20)
Power- 1+8=9
Agility- 1+6=7
Spirit- 1+2=3
Intelligence- 1+1=4
Charisma- 1+1=2

Bio:

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A roaming bandit/thief. Growing up, Milanor was raised by bandits. Being taught to fight and plunder, he was however against unnecessary deaths believing they never needed to kill once they got the items in question to steal. Milanor having had a history of robbing and violence was rarely accepted. Eventually he became a prized member of the hoodlums. Often times he kept the ones who followed him in line from doing stupid things. More so of the time he likes to humiliate others that challenge his group by beating them in a fight.

Becoming a rival to many other criminals was an unavoidable. Trouble kept following him where ever he went. Many wanted to fight ,The Silver Wolf, Milanor so many came after him. His skills with his axe always kept them at bay. Eventually though the people he dueled would go against tradition and try to ambush him or use dirty tricks. It was nothing he couldn't handle till they had a hostage. They held a weapon to a child and her mother. He hated them for doing this but he let them hurt him. Break his bones, even as much as torture him.

Later after his recovery he gang would have him take it easy. They were his family and they feared from the wounds he sustained that he could put others and himself in danger. Soon though he heard about all the rumors about these Hunters, Milanor soon set himself on a journey to become one. Hoping to strengthen himself again.

[Zender_Solarheart]

Name: Yamato Ryuushin.
Gender: Male.
Age: 28.
Description: (see picture)

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Stats (distribute 20)
Power- 6
Agility- 4
Spirit- 5
Intelligence- 5
Charisma- 5

Bio:

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Yamato is a master of the art of Tenryuuken (Heavenly Fist of the Dragon), a martial art that uses the spiritual forces of one's body and mind - known among the art's practitioners as "Seishin" - to both empower their own attacks, and circumvent those of their opponents. It is an art without weapon-based adaptations, however, so he can't just pick up a staff or blade and improvise easily with it. Yamato doesn't really mind that, however, as with all the experience in Tenryuuken that he has, his very body is his weapon of choice.

The spiritual and social teachings of Tenryuuken are like a two-sided coin. On one hand, practitioners are to be courteous and modest in common social situations, and are taught to avoid fighting unless needed. The art's teachings on combat itself, however, are conversely aggressive; those who provoke a master to fight do so at the risk of their very lives, as the number of non-lethal attacks in Tenryuuken's repertoire are rather few, and many of them are very difficult to perform against any enemy more skilled than a drunken bar-brawler.

[MiscChaos]

Name: Miyumi Yuumei
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Description:

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Miyumi is a priestess through and through, helping whoever stopped by her shrine, human or monster, as a healer for most of her life. The ones she healed usually didn’t betray her, but the ones who did learned that she could use healing magic to do more than heal; overloading muscles until they burst, breaking a bone then purposefully healing it in the wrong place, “healing” the brain so that they fell into a coma, things like that. Her usual kind and thoughtful personality melts away at those points, revealing the sadistic woman she keeps packed away in order to survive. She lives in the shrine she works out of, alone since the grisly murder of her parents that gave the shrine its horrid reputation. A reputation she’d dedicated her life to fixing if only because it was all she had to remember her parents by and she refused for it to bear such sigma.

Her existence was little more than prayer, healing, working the land, and maintaining the shrine until a few years ago. While treating a wounded man, the monster who’d harmed him, a wolf demon, came to finish the job and instead was stopped by Miyumi. At a terrible cost to her. Bleeding out, she devoted the last of her energies to healing the demon, an action that moved the demon and caused it to possess her to save her.

When she woke up, she tried to exorcise herself, figuring that harboring a demon would diminish her healing abilities. Not only was she wrong about that, she also found that exorcising herself would be the quickest way to kill herself, her life now completely tied to the presence of the demon. And in addition to that, she inexplicably now held the swords skill that the demon showed, though she doesn’t have nearly the physique to take advantage of it. With the demon’s help, she can wield a long blade, the wolf’s specialty weapon, for a little while before having to fall before being unable to do it anymore, though she has been working on it since she was possessed. After the possession, it hurt her to be in her shrine for long, so she converted to a moving medical center and continued on.

Occasionally, she would wake up during the night to find herself covered in blood with skin in her nails and teeth. Turns out that whenever she sleeps, the demon takes over, doing whatever it pleases with Miyumi’s body and taking advantage of Miyumi’s healing magic to patch her up before going to sleep itself. Miyumi’s tried to get the demon to stop, but it’s impossible: If the demon doesn’t eat occasionally, it’ll die and if the demon died, Miyumi goes with it. So she fights a losing battle against her sanity trying to reconcile the blood on her hands with her belief on not killing unless absolutely necessary. That, plus the hand she’d been dealt before this, is enough to make her question whether there really is a God sometimes…

Stats (distribute 20)
Power- 3
Agility- 5
Spirit- 7
Intelligence- 5
Charisma- 5

[Thaedael]

Name: Akito Kinoshita
Gender: Male
Age: 130
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Blood, it never washes from the hands, just as the earth absorbs it, so does the soul. No soul has ever been as drowned in as much blood as Akito has been. He was never much a fighter, never wanted to be. Yet like many others, he rose up to the call to arms, joining the guild to receive special training as a monster hunter, the perfect union between spirit and humanity. He was forged in the greatest era of the guild, sharpened to be an effective fighting tool, a part of the greater machine that stood on the path to human salvation.

He had fought many campaigns, carving his tales and battles in flesh and history, only to be undone completely by the impending end of the guild. He had risen to a captain of a small unit, the members long since succumbing to death and obscurity, their sagas only to blow away like dust to the wind. One loss after another the unit begun to be disbanded, people being brutally murdered, spirits dispersed, and human settlements ravaged by the flames of war.

He had drunk his fill of battle, and turned his back on it all, the pangs of loss finally tipping the scales away from thankless duty. He had chosen to desert his post, and has since retreated to the spirit world. Though forgotten by those who would have continued to sprout blasphemies to his name, it was all for one intention, that of his love...

Stats
Power- 1
Agility- 1
Spirit- 9
Intelligence- 7
Charisma- 7

Equipment:
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Shoulders-
Chest-
Pants-
Shoes-
Heart Gem - Well of Echoes*

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It's a reverse portal-heart, in that it allows him to stay in the spirit world

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