Name: Bereth BlackBear
Race:Human-WereBear
Height:6’ 10"
Weight: 326pounds
Age: 18
Class:Barbarian
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Race Description:
Look in the mirrior. No need to explain.
Character Description:
Bereth was born into a clan of nomads traveling the lands. His father was the clan leader and taught his son all there was to know about fighting and living. He taught him the axe-and-shield technique much like the vikings. Bereth lost an eye in his first battle as a sword slashed it closed. Bereth enjoyed this, made it a challenge for him in battle. A night came when the tribe was attacked by slave raiders. They all fought valiently and at fifteen Bereth was told to run. That is what he did, he ran, directly into the forest. Where he found a small troupe of men and women, they all were large, very large, and their eye all shined in the night. Bereth remembers this day vividly. “Boy, What in Hells name are you doing here, you know it is dangerous to come out at night.” The biggest of the men said. The man looked Bereth up and down, looking at his 6’ 5" stature, large and muscular, dark brown eyes, raven black hair. Smiling to himself all along. “M-My family are being attacked.. can you help.” Bereth replied stuttering with fear. The man looked at his tribesman then looked up letting his shaggy hair fall around his face “My brothers and I have chosen not to involve ourselves in things like that, problems of the world. I, though, have decided to help you.” The man said stepping forward. Bereth stood up straight and steadied his voice “How to you intend to do that, I am not in danger.” The man smiled shaking his head “oh, but son, you are!” and the man slammed his fist into Bereth’s face. The next thing Bereth knew he was awake, black fur over his whole body, the thirst of blood and pang for flesh ran through his body, he had become a werebear. The tribe took him in as a son. Bereth could not stay though, once he could control his transformation he left. He left so he could take back his family and kill those he now hated!
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EMOTIONAL RP CHARACTER!
Name: Nicholas The Narcissus
Race:Nymph
Gender:Male
Class:Lover
Age:18-immortal
Background/Appearence:
Born among the nymphs, a special child, normally the embodiement of beauty through a man’s mind, Nicholas was the opposite. The perfect man. His slightly roman style dirty red-blond hair, almost down to his eyes. He grew up, growing more and more handsome, and more hated. He did not have any want to stay in the forest, with other of his kind in genral. He had a mind for himdelf. Once he hit the age of eighteen he decided to leave his sisters and live among mortals. His appearences were slightly dulled as he left the forest, his ears bent.He looked like a god among swine to woman still though. His 6’2" muscular to the extent you can tell he has them, light olive skinned build seemed perfect to any mortal, so much so that they awarded him the title of The Narcissus. He never learned much manners though, getting everything he wanted with a smile, he tried to learn though, he fell in love with a vampire who said that if he did not treat her like a woman, he could not have her. So he slowly progressed in manners only to be let down as she had her heart pulled from her chest, literally. Now Nicholas lives out his forever eighteen year old life trying to find another as good as the vampire was. Though filled with hate and turmoil over his now spoiled and ruined love.
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