Third War Characters

[Amos]

So this is where you like, post your characters.


And I don't think anything further needs to be said..

[Amos]

Prince Aralim D'Muerte

Eldest child and only son of King Ezequiel D'Muerte.

[Amos]

Yuvna

A zombie. Yuvna has returned to Bloomingdale after a long, long absence, taller than when she left, but no less undead.

[sir archely]

Aramus Hunter

Aramus is not, as one might have suspected, a hunter. He has been many things in his unnaturally long life, but never hunter. He is not particularly brave or courageous. Rather, the descriptions that more readily spring to mind if one were to actually get to know him would be more along the lines of sly, devious, and above all self-preserving. Even for that, he's not an all-bad kind of guy, and has had in the past brief altruistic impulses. He has made his way through the known and unknown world as a wanderer and a con-man.

His physically imposing size and appearance makes it easy for him to pose as a rugged and tough hunter of the beasts out of nightmare. He stands at a height of a hand under seven feet, and is well built. Dark hair and nearly black eyes make him a tall dark stranger anywhere he goes. He carries a large sword made out of some dark metal. It may or may not have some magical properties, Aramus wouldn't know. He has some small skill with the thing, but it is mostly limited to grand flourishes and showy gestures.

At some point in his past, Aramus was cursed. By whom, he does not know. All he knows is that he does not grow old and die like normal mortals. As far as he knows, he can be killed by normal means, and the numerous scars on his body (mostly his back) are testament to that. However, he has been alive now for hundreds of years, and does not age or become ill. That near immortality should be a curse might seem an odd sort of thing, and certainly Aramus couldn't believe it himself at first, but the years weigh heavy upon him now. He is weary and longs for a time of rest that never arrives.

[QuirkyTemplate]

Johnny "Buttons" McMickonsonal

Buttons is a renouned bounty hunter whom became coined thusly after capturing Edward Jesus Fernando (AKA Eddy Jesus AKA The Hardcase Messiah), by tricking him into a game of 'Buttons.' This game, which did not exist until Johnny Buttons sputtered it frantically one dark and devil-shrouded night, was played by seeing how fast one could button up a straight jacket onto themselves. And while the Hardcase Messiah wasn't known for his intellectual prowess (and certainly not after having won a game of buttons against Johnny McMickensonal), he was certainly captured and brought back for a sizable bounty by our Johnny Buttons, hereafter known as Johnny B, or Buttons or J Button or McButton.

Johnny B always wears a leather hat that has seen more miles than Kemper road. Adorning his chest and torso is another article of leather, and as is typical for a bounty hunter, it is pocket ridden with an incalculable number of items. His pants are, uncharacteristically, white khakis which hold no stain, nor do they wrinkle, and incidentally were received after procuring an item for a mad scientist who promptly tried to make the entire earth stain and wrinkle proof. His failure has been lamented as one of histories most horrid blunders (and resulted in merely the stain/wrinkle proofing of all people named Victo, which basically caught everyone off guard).

[Apoc]

Helo Merzaevian

A Mage of Reis from the ruins of Numenial. Master of the arts of Shadow and Darkness. Believes the Beast of the Rose is upsetting the design of death.

[Marcus Makim]

Marcus Makim

Sweet and innocent country fellow out to make his fortune.

[Lyle]

Joshua K. Phoenix

A writer of fictions and facts, sometime poet, full-time authority on all manner of things. Enjoys his Krimsah and his lute, pretty much equally. A revolutionary against "The Fear" but quite possibly it's greatest victim as well.
A rather mad sort of fellow, I'm afraid. Taken to experiencing 'visions'...*nods meaningfully*

[Eyreplenh]

Feet, the Hand.

Young farmhand at the Lovelight farm. Confused, dreamy sort of fellow. Believes, like most young boys, that something extraordinary will happen soon on the account that he is living now. There just has to be something he's destined to do. Horrible poet, disgusted by his own pompousness and lack of originality.

[Apoc]

Reap

A wild Gray Wolf possessed by a dark mage of Reis.

The wolf is four times larger than an average wolf, roughly the size of a pony. A beast of shadow. Its once grey coat is now dark as night, its golden eyes are now black as a sharks, it moves without a sound and leaves not a trace and can vanish...shadow jump, leaving nothing but a black smoke.

-edited, new bio of Helo Merzavian (mage of Reis) three posts back.

[Daspar]

a mangey monkey called Mange The Monkey.

He is facetious and curious, with a dank, dingy smell. His fur is brown. And long.

[Eyreplenh]

Beebee, the Black Butterly.

Her mother was in fact a seriously confused, deranged even; but powerful spirit that desided, for some reason, to reside in the body of Beebees mother by birth the one night her father decided to make his heir. This may account for some of the, uh, skills and randomness sometimes manifest in Beebee. Seemingly a young girl (I'd never dare to ask, but I would guess sixteenish), there is more than a butterfly hiding in the many corners of her mind.