All Characters

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Simply add your characters to this index. In the subject of your post put the name of the character, primary or secondary, and status (alive or dead or something else).

[EDIT: I updated the char list, again. Let an admin know if your link(s) don't work or anything is messed up. -arch 10/7/03]
[EDIT: I updated the char list, again. Let an admin know if your link(s) don't work or anything is messed up. -arch 11/6/03]
[EDIT: Did a little bit of update. Thanks to KA3AK for noticing some broken links. -arch 11/17/03]
[EDIT: Massive update for character list - LT 01/19/04]
[EDIT: Clean up and update after 1st War - LT 11/3/04]


World Characters
Aeron Theodeis [Located in Arandils]
Angus Gawdry [Located in Bloomingdale]
Dugen Tash [Located in Belfas]
Garren Hutesh [Located in Balenoct]
Hugh Sombaree [Located in Ameloct]
Jacinto Drewski [Located in Neves]
Jind Estuans [Located in Ameloct's royal palace]
Naker Altraen [Killed by Stil]
Ned Riggon [Located in Ameloct]
Shandra Moonfyre [Located in Ameloct?]
Stanton Bagron [Located in Neves]
Terek Zwangi [Killed in Bloomingdale by Stil]

Amaia's Characters
Main Char: Celi Altraen

Anita Blake's Characters
Main Char: Selena D'Muerte

Apocalypse's Characters
Main Char: Enias

Secondary Chars:
Imrahl
Eomund
Diomedeis
Ridley

Bavork
Main Char: Unknown

Buck's Characters
Secondary Char: Kreyce

Cloric the Cleric's Characters
Main Char: Grangir

Curtis' Characters
Main Char: Dari Calher

Secondary Chars:
Andieren Deloct

Dragoness' Characters
Main Char: Samara Firen

Dreg's Characters
Main Char: Mafic Dongar

epiph's Characters
Main Char: Aebh Ithilial

James' Characters
Main Char: Victoria Shin

Secondary Chars:
Karan
Yuvna

lam sam's Characters
Main Char: Rodim Darth

Secondary Chars:
Pudgil Phan-Roy
Saeran Rose - Deceased

LaughingTurtle's Characters
Main Char: Marsolus

Lyle
Main Char:
Monty
Winston

Malcor Sylverwood's Characters
Main Char: Rien

Secondary Chars:
Ohne Starke
Tempest
Shandra Moonfyre

mystic mr bump's Characters
Main Char: Kiwi

propthetic joe's Characters
Main Char: Irwin Archer

Secondary Chars:
Dellin Archer; Oke' Skein;
Guillen

QuirkyTemplate's Characters
Main Char: Tak Kre'Krumma

Secondary Chars:
Isaac D'Alessio
Kemper

sir archely's Characters
Main Char:Dorian Umbra

Secondary Chars:
Cheltar Ethal

SonoftheSand's Characters
Main Char:Sheolin

Tatums's Characters
Main Char:Monique

Waffle's Characters
Main Char: Jack Waffles

wendy's Characters
Main Char: Unique

~KA3AK~'s Characters
Main Char: Stil, a.k.a. Predator

Secondary Chars:
Mirtan Zheglov
The Hunter
The Reaper

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Rien

Human, Male, 5'5", blond hair, blue eyes

Rien usually appears wearing mismatched and heavily patched clothes. A large, serated dagger hangs from his belt on his right side. The sum of the rest of his possesions can be found in a ragged satchel.

Rien is good natured wanderer. His only real talents are his exceptional quickness and blind luck. When he can, he'll entertain on street corners for copper coins (juggling, tumbling, storytelling). When that fails, however, he falls back on picking pockets and other larcenous arts.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Prince Starke is the current prince of Ameloct. He is tall, topping out somewhere around six and half feet and, well, fat, weighing in at over 350lbs. His greasy black hair is usually hidden under the overly elabrate crown of Ameloct. His face is heavily acned and pitted.

[sir archely]

Garren is currently the member of the merchants council in Balenoct with the most influence. Highly charismatic, his say weighs quite a lot in deciding city matters.

Of middle age range for the council, he is still a rather old human, somewhere around 70 years old. He still has a powerful voice and presence, in addition to a ready smile. He is by no means exceptionally wealthy, and represents the fishing trade of Balenoct and the surrounding area. He disdains gratuitous displays of wealth, and as such, much of the current style of dress in the city follows his functional ways.

Highly intelligent, Garren often turns the council to his way of thinking without them realizing what he has done. Still, he is not deceitful in his methods, and most who know him have nothing but good things to say of him.

[dark fuschia]

Unique is a smiling and beautiful 22 year old blonde, and the daughter of King Hinglebert and Queen Petunia (lovingly called Queen Putie by the citizens), monarchs of Bloomingdale and the surrounding regions. Many men vie for her hand even though she has a reputation for foolishness. Her love of the colour pink is legendary, and she was once quoted as saying "All a girl needs is a pink ribbon and her purse". She also has a twin sister called Monique and it is not known which is the royal heir to the throne of Bloomingdale. In an attempt to stave off favouritism and provide equality and a measure of safety for her daughters, the Queen refused to reveal who was born first, saying she would reveal the true heir to the throne on the death of her husband. This was a reasonable plan since she was 30 years younger than her husband and deemed she would live longer, however she drowned a year ago when, in an attempt to cure a flair up of acne, she held her face in a bowl of warm rose water too long and drowned. The healer who suggested she do this still feels rather guilty, for not only did the queen die, but it has left the Court in a strange state of political turmoil as The King's health begins to fail and both twins begin to show signs of tension possibly in their desire for the throne.

A lesser known fact is that both the twins were born with special abilities. The first of Unique's own special abilities is that she can at times see the past, and as she grows older she learns more and more control of this ability. The other ability is she can do this really neat trick with ping pong balls, and entertains many at parties with it... by stuffing as many ping pongs balls into her mouth at once. She also becomes more adept at this as she grows older.

[Tatum]

Monique, Unique's mirror twin sister, is the wilder of the two. She spends much of her time in the seedier area's of Bloomingdale looking for travelers brave or stupid enough to teach her things such as fighting and pick pocketing. Her love of danger and aggression has led to many scrapes with death in the past, including one which left a small scar under her right eye. It is the only way anyone is ever able to tell the two sisters apart.

Monique posesses the opposite talent that her sister does. She is able to see into the future. Unfortunately, this talent is as chaotic as Monique herself and while the talent is real, Monique has very little control over when or how it will manifest. Her other talent is Solid Gold dancing. She can roll on the floor and do bad 80's dancing with the best of them. Between the solid gold dancing and Unique's ping pong ball trick, the two women have earned quite a reputation in Bloomingdale as being very hard to handle. While men would do most anything for their attentions, the two sisters go through them like paper towels. Often times they are dismissed as petty and clueless, but upon shrewder inspection one might notice that both women are highly intelligent and dangerously manipulative.

[prophetic_joe]

Main Char: Irwin Archer

Irwin is a wanderer in search of truth and elightenment. Known now as Archer, his families name since the time of his great grandfathers great grandfather one of the worlds most legendary bowman. He was born in Balenoct, but at 28 this strong-willed human has been almost everywhere, even rumored to have been as far as the lands beyond the Garenheim Mountains. Although not a master, he is handy with a sword and a fierce fighter.

He is above average in height, with hair the color of the noonday sun. He has a strong muscular build and callous-hardened hands. Women are drawn to him because of his charm and beautiful blue eyes which seem to glow when he is angry or empassioned. He is normally dressed in the accepted fashion of the area he is visiting, but is never seen without the silver ring of his ancestors. The ring, containing the image of a Phonenix, was given to him by his mother.

Once a priest, he had dedicated his life to worship of the Gods. Prior to the age of 21, he was hailed as a great religious leader. Near to his 23rd birthday, he lost his faith after his brother Dellin was brutally murdered by worshippers of the God Verlet See.

He was last seen heading south along the Sylverwash River.

[~KA3AK~]

Main Character: Stil, a.k.a. Predator

Stil is 5'11'' with short light brown hair and blue eyes. He has a short beard with a lot of grey in it, which makes him look older then he really is. He has a scar over his right eyebrow and another one across his left cheek, from the eye to the corner of the mouth. He is slim and stringy, but nevertheless well muscled. He is about 24 years old (he doesn't know for sure).

Stil is a man of a few words, very few. His face shows little expression. Few people know his real name or anything about his past, so people call him Predator, because to them he resembles one. Horses and other barn animals for some reason are afraid of him. He is a master of hand-to-hand combat and is able to use many weapons. He has a pet bat, who he calls Bat. Stil is an orphan, without a home or a family.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

"Troubled"

The barkeep looks down the bar at the man, sitting alone, over a flagon of ale. It was a sight he’d seen hundreds of times. He was not a talkative man nor did he normally care a whit about his customers beyond the color of their coin or the chance for a night of female companionship. And yet, inexplicably, he wanted to go talk to this stranger, to find a way to console him. Nothing seemed separate this customer from any of the others, not his speech, no his clothes, nothing at all—he was completely unremarkable. But, that strange empathy was there…and the man had gold. Pulling a washrag from his belt, the barkeep makes a show wiping off the grimy bar as he slowly moves towards the end of the bar.

Without looking up, the customer mumbles in drunken slur, “G’way.”

Just as the barkeep expected, another fool expecting to find a cure for all ailments at the bottom of bottle, but instead of simply moving away and minding his business as was custom, he hesitantly asks, “What be your trouble, lad?”

The drunken man slowly raises his head from the flagon. When their eyes meet, the barkeep takes an unconscious step backwards. Even through a thick haze of alcohol, the man's blue eyes seemed to see into barkeeps very soul.

The blue eyed man starts to speak, hesitates, and coughs before continuing, his voice gaining clarity and volume. “Trouble? What’s my trouble? Are you sure you want to know? Well, you asked…and I’m telling. My TROUBLE is images, illusions, and specters. If I close my eyes, I see them. Its dark and I’m not alone. A man, a family man is there in the dark, he has his family huddled behind him…and he has a knife on his belt. Phantoms, right? I’m crazy, right? Well, the story ain’t done, LAD. That knife? Its no longer on the man’s belt, its flashing through the air now. Again. And again. That knife is my trouble. This knife.”

The barkeep has survived dozens of fights in his life by being smart and being fast…and a heavy oaken cudgel behind the bar never hurt. But he never realized the drunk was even moving until he held a long, wicked looking knife to his throat—a knife stained with dark, thickening blood. The barkeep stammers, “I-I-I don’t want no trouble.”

Blue-eyes sneers and sheathes the knife before sitting back down and turning his eyes to the ale, “Then don’t ask for what you aren’t prepared to receive.”

The barkeep backs away, cudgel forgotten. Once out of arm’s length, he bolts for the door, crying for the city watch. At the door, he looks back to find the bar empty once again. A single gold coin left on the bar is the only sign that the blue-eyed man even existed. Slowly, the barkeep moves back inside. Warily he picks up the gold coin, wincing as he notices it has a single smear of blood.

*****

Outside, the blue-eyed man shudders. What was wrong with him? He had never hurt anyone, had he?

With a heavy sigh, Rien slips away into the dark.

[LaughingTurtle]

Marsolus

Marsolus’s past is a tale shrouded beneath a cloak of secrecy woven by the Temple of Derecko. What is known about the man is vague and unreliable at best. Those few who have heard of him claim he is an Enforcer of Order. Enforcers for those familiar with the Dereckoian faith are specially trained members of the Temple who are charged with seeking out agents of disorder. Once found they are duty bound to realign the malefactor back into the pattern – through any means necessary. Rumors abound as to what exactly bringing back into the pattern means, but some say that since death is a fact of life that killing could be in a sense be seen as fixing the pattern. Spokesmen for the Order offer only that they do what's in the best interests of Derecko when inquired as to the methods of their Enforcers.

Yet Marsolus hardly appears as one so inclined to go around killing people left and right. He stands a tall (for a human) 6’3” with what could be a lean, muscular build but is hard to tell underneath his simple robes. He has light brown hair and hazel eyes. Possessing few worldly goods, he contents himself with his finely polished walking staff and book of the Order. Often outwardly appearing meek and good natured, a rare iniquitous smirk sometimes belies his demeanor.

[Curtis]

Dari Calher.

Dari is human, 6’3”, has coarse black hair that remains unruly despite all attempts to tame
it and is therefore kept very short. His eyes are blue, fading to grey around the pupils.

As the sixth child of eight born to a minor noble, Dari left home with the idea of joining
the church of Helen See. Fate had other ideas, however, and before he could even
approach the mother temple in Benaloct, he met Andieren, a wizard from the Onimas
tower, who convinced him that a bright young lad would be wasted in the clergy.

With Andieren as his sponsor and mentor, Dari began studying in the Onimas, and is now
nearing his final passage, when he will pass the final tests and become wizard.

[Buck]

Old-man Kreyce was once known as Kreyce the Forseer. He is quite old indeed. He has lost many of his marbles some say. Others are weary of him. He is not a magician nor a warrior nor anything. Just a devote follewer of Naxanor the Guide. At least he used to be.

Decades ago, Kreyce was a high priest of the Temple of Naxanor at some city many leagues away. He was not the head priest by far, but held a respectable post in the glory of Naxanor. That was then. At some point the story goes that Kreyce was stuck out in a storm en route to another Temple of Naxanor. Others say he was kicked out of his old temple. None the less, the story goes that he was on a ship that drifted to close to the Shoals one stormy night. Kreyce was the only one to survive. By the time the storm subsided and he washed up on shore clutching a plank he had gone half mad.

Kreyce claimed that Naxanor came to him and showed him what others refused to see. He went back to his Temple and was pittied and ridiculed behind his back. That was when they started calling him Old-man Kreyce.

But that was many years ago. Presently Kreyce lives in a schack in some remote hills condemned to the life of a hermit. Kreyce sits and waits... waits and watches.

[Cloric the Cleric]

Grangir is a dwarf who works and lives in Darkstone Keep. A master artisan, he works at his forge and sells his hammers, maces, arrowheads, shields and helms at a small, out of the way stall in the Bazaar. He doesn't produce as much as the average dwarf, but makes far more, for his pieces are gifted with magic enhancments.

His family still lives in Darkstone, but he has seperated himself from them, and both are happier for it. His interest in the arcane has caused him no small amount of grief in his personal life, but he can't let it go.

He is practical, for the most part, and yet has a streak of curiosity a mile wide. He is a good person, in his heart, and holds Darkstone Keep, and it's people dear.

[sir archely]

Dorian Umbra was born to a moderately wealthy family of Bloomingdale. He had the advantages of an education, though he didn't stay long enough to benefit much from it, and was never wanting for much. Well, never wanting for much except a different life. He was always ill at ease with the nobles, and was never one for the pointless displays of wealth and power that go along with their world. He abhorred the scheming that went along with it, and the constant shifts in hierarchy. It was a badly kept secret that he didn't care for the life, and that he hung out in some of the rougher parts of town. He's met up with Monique more than once in these areas, and had a serious scuffle a time or two with her. The two never got along, probably being too similar to one another for either of them to admit. Dorian is, in fact, responsible for Monique's scar. He bears his trophies from their engagements in far less obvious places. After the last scrape, Dorian left Bloomingdale behind, as nearly blinding a princess of the royal family is not looked upon kindly by the guard.

One step ahead of the gallows by order of the Queen, he fled to Ameloct, a relatively safe haven for the baser elements of the world. He finally found a life that suited him, that of an assassin. Already stealthy and handy with knives from his experiences in Bloomingdale, managed to fend off an assassin his first day in Bloomingdale, one hired by the Queen of Ameloct. Instead of finishing the job, the assassin took a liking to Dorian, and, while reporting him dead to the Queen, took him as an apprentice. Upon his mentor's death, Dorian inherited his twin long daggers. Dull gray, these daggers are extremely hard to see, being slightly out of phase with the rest of the world. In fact, when Dorian has then out and working, most times all that can be seen is the sheen of the black poison that is smeared along the edges. The daggers ignore most armor, and will cut to the flesh of a knight without so much as leaving a dent in his breastplate.

After the Queen's death Dorian returned to Bloomingdale, a place with endless work for those of his chosen profession. Good at what he does, Dorian has earned the nickname Shade. In almost a mockery of his old life, he is invited to gatherings of nobility under the pretense of being from an old Bloomingdale family, but in reality they try to influence him to attack this or that rival. He takes almost perverse delight in this, and usually acts how he wants at these parties, laughing and insulting who he chooses without regard for the power games they play.

He could hardly have returned without contact with the two Princesses of Bloomingdale, and, regret it as he may, he found himself ensnared by Unique. He has become something close to her personal servant, and while he knows he's being used by her, he cannot help himself. A cold truce exists between he and Monique, a tension from their earlier days and only doesn't snap on account of Unique. Dorian is sometimes slow on reaching conclusions, and part of the reason he resented the noble scheming is because he was so bad at the game. This fact has been exploited by the sisters, and he rarely knows the end purpose to what he's doing for them.

Physically Dorian stands below average height for a human, and is slightly built. However, he's very dextrous, and quite fast. He normally is dressed in the clothes of Bloomingdale, fairly nice cut, but not fancy. He always carries his daggers with him, and all of his clothes have black lining. His hair is dark brown, and short. His eyes match it.

[lam sam]

Saeran Rose, 6'1", long blonde hair and green hazel eyes.

A renowned smuggler in the Great Sea. He is captain of the ships, Duurian, Luudin, and Edinduur. Bastard son of the Pirate-Lord of Belfas, Rodgen Wolf, he was given Edinduur as a gift when he came of age. His half-brother Donan being the commander of his father's "navy", Saeran was given no other choice but to start his own business. He is known throughout all of Ameloct and the Sylverwash, a hero to the poor peasants of the city, a devil to the merchants and royal family. He has hundreds of freinds, both poor and wealthy. And as many concubines (once again, both poor and wealthy).