Oblivion

[Wolfsrain123]

Name


Age


Sex


Race


Class: Whats their social class? Soldier, peasant, nobleman.... If royal, message me first.


Origin: which kingdom do they belong to?


Orientation: whats their sexual preference?


Occupation: there are plenty of jobs in Oblivion. Blacksmithing, lumberjack, soldier, etc.


Personality: what are they like personality wise? Be creative!


Background: A little about where they came from. Be creative!


Appearance

 

[Wolfsrain123]

Name: Lord Vincent


Age: Has lived for over 4,000 years


Sex: Male


Race: Dark elf


Class: King


Origin: Kingdom of Darkness but now rules the entire world


Orientation: Pansexual


Occupation: King


Personality: Lord Vincent used to be very kind hearted and was respected throughout the lands for his good deeds. He had a beautiful wife, two children he loved more than anyone in the world. He would do anything for them. Then one day, everything changed and I will discuss that in his background. Anyways, now he's manipulative, sadistic, and enjoys the tears of his enemies. Most people are so afraid of him that they do whatever it takes to keep him happy. There are rebels, however, that always manage to escape Vincent's grasp. In the basement of his castle, he holds his prisoners of which he tortures to the brink of their insanity.


Background: Lord Vincent was born in a mansion by two dark elves. Both of his parents were pure evil but he wasn't at all. He wanted more than ever to escape the Kingdom of Darkness but his parents kept reminding him that it was forbidden. When Vincent was even remotely bad, his parents would beat him. If he was really bad, they would torture him until he was screaming for them to stop. A few times, his parents almost killed him. Because of his parents abuse, he tend to act out more. He got involved with the wrong crowd of friends. They would do petty crimes like shoplifting, and pickpocketing. They always managed to get away. One day, one of his friends dared him to cross the border to the Kingdom of Light. He crossed with no problems. The kingdom was beautiful. He invited his friends over and they ran through glorious cities and hid whenever security would come through. Vincent wanted to live in this glorious place. He loved everything about it. Once it started to get dark, they started to head back to their own kingdom but suddenly, were caught by security. They were dragged home. That night, Vincent was tortured by his parents until he was at the brink of death. He could have sworn he's seen the light and then he passed out.


Years went by and he turned into a good samaritan. People respected him and everyone knew him. He was a trained soldier known throughout the land for his good acts. He was even allowed to travel to other kingdoms to help patrol. He didn't live with his parents anymore but he did visit every so often. He enjoyed going to the Kingdom of Light and exploring the boundaries there. One day, while on his usual patrol in the Kingdom of Light, he heard a scream. He went running through trees and sharp bristles. He found a man throwing a girl to the ground. Vincent unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the man's neck ordering him to let the girl go. He fought the man and won. He took the girl to a place he was staying at in the kingdom and fixed her up. He asked her questions and it turns out she was caught stealing food for her starving family. He didn't think it was right that a beautiful girl like her was on the streets, starving. He fed her and gave her some food to bring to her family. He thought that was the last time he would be seeing her but every so often, he would find her on his patrols hunting. He would say a smartass comment and she would retort back to him. Eventually, they became close friends. He didn't know where he'd be if he'd never met her. They started dating even though it was pretty restricted on what they could do. Mostly they patrolled the boundaries together and when there were bandits sneaking in, she would stand back while he did the dirty work. When he finally brought her to his place, she was amazed that he was an aristocrat since he didn't act like one. He just laughed at her reaction and that night, he made her his for all eternity. They dated for years and then finally, he proposed to her. The two had never been happier. She moved into the palace with her family and the two of them had two lovely sons. They were a big happy family.


But alas, every good thing must come to an end. One rainy day, Vincent came home from work to a quiet, dark house. His mansion was never quiet with a 7 year old and a 5 year old running around. He unsheathed his sword as he cautiously turned on the light. What he saw changed his life forever. On the top of the grand staircase laid the heads of both of his sons on one side of the stair case while the heads of his wifes family were on the other side of the staircase. At the top was a bloody arrow. He was in such shock that he didn't know how to react. Hate, a feeling he hasnt felt in a long time, boiled up inside him. He ran through bloody hall way after hallway of dead servants following the arrows and finally when he opened the door to the master bedroom, he saw his beautiful wife laying on the bed covered in blood. He let out a painful cry. When he saw her move every so slightly, he ran over begging her to open her eyes. When she did, she sputtered up blood and let out a painful scream. She reached out and he took her hand. "Stay with me," he begged. Her eyes softened and she apologized before going limp. He spent hours crying over her dead body, soaking his armor in her blood. He fell asleep beside her bloody corpse and the next day, he got up. He didn't go to work however. He was like a zombie as he walked through town in his bloody armor. When he got to his parents mansion, he knocked on the door. When there was no reply, he opened the front door. "Mom! Dad!" He called out. No reply. He looked around to see mutilated servants and blood soaked walls. He was so distraught that it didn't even phase him. He walked through the hallways and when he got to the master bedroom, he opened the door. He walked in and stared at the bed. He fell to his knees. He started to laugh hysterically. His parents laid on the bed mutilated like his precious wife. When security found him in the room, they took him away screaming. They obviously found his mutilated family. He asked "wheres my wife?" and "wheres my son?" Over and over again. He also muttered that it was just a dream. After months of denial, it finally sunk in and he let out a scream. He attacked innocent people and was forcibly taken to an insane asylum until he calmed down.


When he came home, he locked himself in his study for years and would only allow someone in if it was for food but he quickly sent them away. When he finally came out of his study a decade later, he was a different man. He was full of hate and anger. He took his soldiers and attacked the other kingdoms creating a war among the nations. He suddenly made himself king of the world which has never happened before. Everyone had their own individual king and they were happy. No one was king of all the kingdoms. He was the definition of a tyrant. The rich got everything, the poor got nothing.
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Appearance:

 

Name:


Allora


Age:


Has lived for about 550 years but looks no older than 19


Sex:


Female


Race:


Elf


Class:


Mage*


Origin:


Doesn't have a home


Orientation:


Straight


Occupation:


N/A


Personality:


Allora's kind and always seems to see the good in other people. Its hard to make her angry but when she does get angry, all Hell breaks loose. She is a strong fighter but prefers to talk her way out of situations rather than fight her way. She is strong in both water and light magic but will use other magics if she has to. She is well respected among the animals and fairies of the land and absolutely hates Lord Vincent for letting the crops and plant life die out. She hates seeing her animals suffer. What makes her angrier is when she sees Lord Vincent's men hunting her friends. She usually manages to throw them off but sometimes, she see's a deer get shot down and she says a prayer for her lost friend.


Background:


Allora was born in a small shack in a forest on the edge of The Kingdom of Water. She never really considered that her home since right after her birth, her parents packed up their things and started to move again. They were being hunted by Lord Vincent's men and had to keep moving. Shortly after, however, Allora's mother was captured and murdered. Her father was forced to keep moving unless he wanted his precious baby girl to be an orphan. They traveled from town to town and every so often they would stop in a town for the night. The longest place they've stayed at was a small town in The Kingdom of Fire. It was far from Lord Vincents palace and they spent a majority of Allora's childhood there. She was taught how to fight and control her magic. She became friends with a group of kids her age and they trained together but a lot of time, she was left out because she was a mage.


When Allora was 13, a group of men came riding through town on black horses. When they found her father, they captured him and burned him at the stake. Allora manged to get away in time and since then, she has been traveling throughout the lands, avoiding Lord Vincent's men the best she could. At one point, she approached the rebel group and asked them if she could stay in their tower. She stayed with them under their protection for a couple of years and even fought along side them. When she was strong enough, she left their side. On her adventures, she avoided towns and cities. She traveled through the forests of Oblivion and even memorized the layout. She became close friends with the animals and was well trusted among them. She also got along well with the fiaries and other wood elves. She has been traveling since.


Appearance:

*Mages don't have a home so they wander from town to town as gypsies and help those in need. Since Lord Vincent became king, being a mage has been considered a crime. They are considered to be witches and if a mage is found, they will be burned at the stake.
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[kira blackthorn]

Name: Lian Xavior


Age: over 3000 years old but looks 15


Sex: Male (most doubt this)


Raceragon


Class: Youngest Prince


Origin: Air kingdom


Orientation: Homosexual


Occupation: He doesnt need to work but like most dragons he was taught in the way of the blacksmith.


Personality: Lian is mischievous, curious, and kind. He loves to explore and fight. He is brave and loyal to his kingdom and friends. He will fight to the death to protect those he cares about. He is cheerful childish and loves to make friends with a big imagination. He is sensitive when it comes to his friends and family so please don't yell at him or he might cry. He loves sweets and shiny things and can be quiet selfish about them. When he is very afraid he will hide behind those bigger than him. He has a big heart especially for those weaker than him. He can be stubborn but determined. He is strong with a sharp mind even if he is awfully innocent.


Background: He was born within the highest mountain in the air kingdom which floated thousands of feet in the sky above the kingdom. It is the place all mothers have their babies so he was no different. He stayed within the mountain for five hundred years playing with the others until he was old enough to learn how to change into his dragon form. Then he was taught to fly and for his first flight he flew from hatchling mountain to the royal cave were his family lived. He finally met his father, brothers, and sisters. He got along with them well. His sisters found him adorable and often dressed him up like a doll or taught him how to bride a horse. His brothers taught him how to fight and hunt. Often they would end a hunting trip wrestling. His father was stern but loving and taught him how to make weapons and shields.


When he was 2000 years old he made his first weapon. A sword made from the fires of Killion Mountain and the metal of Ny'lon Mountain. His father was proud of him which made him happy. By making the weapon it signified the end of his training as a blacksmith.


For the last thousand years he has been learning the ways to rule the kingdom though it is unlikely it will ever come to that. He is still very young but is the only child of the king that has not gone on any quests. The elders have told him of the Lord Vincents reign and he has been given the quest to help stop it. He really hopes he doesn't die trying.

Human form: Ignore the dress. That's his sisters doing.

His wingspan is 15 feet either way and he is two stories tall. He is a rather small dragon but it is a normal height for a dragon his age.

Spin'zer: His sword and the first weopan he ever made. It glows blue when danger is near.

 

[Wolfsrain123]

Accepted :3

 

[SkyRune]

Name:

Ayrabelle (Ayra)

Age:

Almost 3000 years old

Sex:

Female

Race:

Dragon

Class:

Aristocrat

Origin:

She was born in the air kingdom, but she don't usually stay in one place for too long

Orientation:

Heterosexual

Occupation:

Messenger

Personality:

She is usually cheerful, kind and caring person/dragon who always like to help others. She's also very clumsy and reckless, act before she think about the consequences. She doesn't like hurting others, if they're not her enemies or the person she doesn't. She like to make friends with everyone, no matter how old or what gender they are. She can be very hyper and energetic sometimes, if she have too much sweets to eat. She love traveling from place to place, because she's very curious about the different lifestyles of each kingdoms.

Background:

She was born in a mountain where most mothers give birth to their babies in the Air kingdom. She played with others around her age for quiet a while before her mother taught her how to fly. Her mother was a messenger, who delivered messages across the kingdoms and also one of the fastest flying dragon, but she retired before giving birth to Ayra. After a few hundred years, Ayra was able to fly properly and she was as fast as her mother. When she was old enough, she applied for the messenger job, hoping to follow her mother's footsteps and to travel around the kingdom like her mother.

Human:

Dragon:

((PM me if I need to add or change anything ^^))​

 

[Harbinger]

Name:

Hauralon

Age:

1400

Sex:

Male

Race:

Demon

Class:

Soldier

Origin:

Dark Kingdom

Orientation:

Bisexual

Occupation:

Soldier

Personality:

Is very strict when It comes to doing things a certain way. Hauralon keeps everything neat and organized, disliking clutter or mess. If anything is going wrong or not as planned, she will fix the mess herself and make sure it is going the way he planned it. When not in combat or a stressful environment, she will be calm and joking. If she talks with someone that he is after or trying to kill, she will have a facade of being there to help them and will try to make them feel comfortable before striking them while they are weak.


When around her family or close friends, she becomes another person and is very cheery and friendly with them.

Background:

One of the king's best officers and part of his personal guard. Hauralon was born in the Dark kingdom and is considered young for her age among the other demons living there. Gaining her reputation through the kingdom with his efficiency in tracking and being able to kill his targets with near precision, Hauralon worked for many high clientele. She would do many jobs from killing a cheating husband, unwanted competition, and "enemies" to the king. One job that he has failed so many times and keeps thinking about is trying to capture Allora, but that might change finally after hearing from one of the king's guards that Allora was cornered. She would go ask the king if she could have one more chance in capturing her and had a plan to do it.


Human Form:

Demon Form:

Other:


-Her eyes stay there distinctive yellow color when in her human form
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[Wolfsrain123]

Demons originate in the dark kingdom but I will allow it because there could be demons who have left the kimgdom and are scattered around the 6 kingdoms. Who knows?

 

[Harbinger]

Demons originate in the dark kingdom but I will allow it because there could be demons who have left the kimgdom and are scattered around the 6 kingdoms. Who knows?

fixed it now

 

[Wolfsrain123]

Alright. :3 Cool. Read the overview if you have any questions. Im still working on it. Im also working on settings and locations as well

 

[Harbinger]

will I be able to post now or should I wait for some other people to make a CS

 

[Wolfsrain123]

Name:

Ayrabelle (Ayra)

Age:

Almost 3000 years old

Sex:

Female

Race:

Dragon

Class:

Aristocrat

Origin:

She was born in the air kingdom, but she don't usually stay in one place for too long

Orientation:

Heterosexual

Occupation:

Messenger

Personality:

She is usually cheerful, kind and caring person/dragon who always like to help others. She's also very clumsy and reckless, act before she think about the consequences. She doesn't like hurting others, if they're not her enemies or the person she doesn't. She like to make friends with everyone, no matter how old or what gender they are. She can be very hyper and energetic sometimes, if she have too much sweets to eat. She love traveling from place to place, because she's very curious about the different lifestyles of each kingdoms.

Background:

She was born in a mountain where most mothers give birth to their babies in the Air kingdom. She played with others around her age for quiet a while before her mother taught her how to fly. Her mother was a messenger, who delivered messages across the kingdoms and also one of the fastest flying dragon, but she retired before giving birth to Ayra. After a few hundred years, Ayra was able to fly properly and she was as fast as her mother. When she was old enough, she applied for the messenger job, hoping to follow her mother's footsteps and to travel around the kingdom like her mother.

Human:

Dragon:

((PM me if I need to add or change anything ^^))​

Accepted. Thank you!


Harbinger, you are accepted as well


 

will I be able to post now or should I wait for some other people to make a CS

Wait and see and if no one replies, Ill give you the go.

 

[Aldur]

Name:

Orgul Wurtgath

Age:

37

Sex:

Male

Race:

Orc

Class:

Commoner

Origin:

His tribe in the Earth Kingdom?(not sure which kingdom)

Orientation:

Heterosexual

Occupation:

Hunter

Personality:

Calm. Always looking to prove and improve his prowess and cunningness. If there's a beast that needs killing,consider it done. He has trophies of all the creatures he'd slain. Not much of a leader. He hunts alone,but fancies the company of others. Likes to play with his prey. He'll take any oportunity he is given to best his opponent. Orgul is a hunter that prefers close quarters over long range. He uses traps and several tools to catch his prey. You could say Orgul is a trophy hunter,but he gives the meat to the rest of the tribe after he cuts his ration.

Background:

Born to a common family in a tribe allied with wood elves. He lived an average life in it. Towards his teens he caught up on hunting. His father was an Armorer and the mother a herbalist who tended to brew several potions for the tribe. A lot of their skills transcended into Orgul, which he used to his advantage. Oh,but the day came when Lord Vincent gathered his forces. Grim events followed as his people were either enslaved or burnt for practising shamanism. His father was brought to the brink of bloodlust,but as he did...they severed his head. His mother was enslaved. Orgul couldn't do anything else than hide. A flock of youngsters and elders fleed the tripe,only to get attacked by the wild beasts. He was the only one left of his tribe. Today he lives only for hunting,until he can get revenge. A resourceful and agile hunter, he studies his prey first and strikes when time is right.

Appearance


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[Wolfsrain123]

Accepted :3

 

[Aldur]

Woo! Yeah,baby. Fierce orc? Check.

 

[Wolfsrain123]

Whats a role play without one?

 

[Aldur]

Indeed,my friend.

 

[Seymour]

If you are accepting people still, I would be interested in joining.

 

[Wolfsrain123]

Yup! Still accepting

 

[Seymour]

Cool! I''ll get to work on my CS as soon as I get home

 

[Wolfsrain123]

Got it!

 

[Seymour]

Name - Kinalt Drengith


Age - 274


Sex - Male


Race - Dark Elf


Class - Mage


Origin - Born in the Kingdom of Darkness, has since began wandering


Orientation - Heterosexual


Occupation - Was training to become a blacksmith, but his ability to wield fire magic has forced him to leave


Personality - Due to years of wandering and hiding from Lord Vincent's soldiers, Kinalt has become rather quiet, usually not speaking unless spoken to and minding his own business.


Background - Born into a poor family, Kinalt was lucky enough to be apprenticed to a blacksmith at a young age. He quickly showed exceptional talent, seemingly controlling the flames within the forge. While working on an extravagant suit of armor for a local noble, he became distracted and slipped his hand into the fire, panicking his master. Instead of searing pain, however, Kinalt felt only a pleasant tingle, even going as far as to pull the flames out with his hand, then extinguish them. Soon after, he learned he could also summon the flames from his hands, controlling them with thoughts and physical effort. However, if he tried to make anything more than what would be the equivalent of a torch, Kinalt found his power quickly grew in power and became very unstable.


After the murder of most of the royal family, Kinalt began focusing more on his power as a mage rather than his skill as a blacksmith. The more he practiced and tried to control his gift, the more he realized it was powerful and uncontrollable, like fire itself. When he heard Lord Vincent had returned, he decided to return to smithing and set aside his power for the time being. After hours sitting idly by the forge, Kinalt knew what his first new project was to be: a set of ceremonial armor for the newly returned Lord Vincent. Before he could finish melting down the first ingot, he heard commotion outside. Soldiers, sent by the king to retrieve him. At first, he figured they were there to make a request for the King. That mindset disappeared when he witnessed one of the soldier strike a fellow villager for being unable to tell them where Kinalt was. Running back to the forge, he quickly shaped the melting ingot into a makeshift, unwieldy blade. The soldiers, hearing the hammering, broke down the door to his workshop as Kinalt had finished the last blow to his new blade. Realizing he was completely inexperienced with combat in general, Kinalt did something he never thought of doing. Releasing a torrent of flame from both hands, Kinalt completely incinerated the village. Dizzy and with a pounding headache from the tempest of fire he had released, he picked up the warped blade he was creating and stumbled into the nearby forest.


Having little contact since his destruction of his own village, Kinalt has been wandering ever since, occasionally stopping to help those who could use his skill as a smith, and creating trinkets to hide his identity from any who might know the renegade mage who annihilated his home, friends, and family.


Appearance -

((Sorry for taking so long with my CS, I got hungry in the middle. Image credit goes to /u/parkhurst))

 

[Wolfsrain123]

Accepted. Nice creative character. I like it

 

[Kryance]

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Name:

Zael-Cora Perethious

Age:

3,256

Sex:

Female

Race:

Dragon

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Class:

Soldier

Origin:

Fire Kingdom

Orientation:

Straight

Occupation:

Soldier

Personality:

Zael is open-minded and may have a few torn pages in this book... She was once a cluttered and horrifying mess, but Zael's Draconic form defines rage, sorrow, anger, depression, and sometimes... Confidence and faith. Given the fact that her wings were torn, she has now mastered the art of a subterranean life. Zael, however, aside from the foul thoughts, can look past them and reach out a hand and make a new beginning. But chooses not to...

Back Story:

As a soldier, she did her duty to protect the fire kingdom. One merciless battle, she had fought relentlessly to save the kingdom until an opposing dragon had pummeled her and tore her wings off. Without a doubt, she had fallen unconscious from the vital wounds. With instinct, she had made a terrible journey alone to a fiery volcano. Her species was able to survive the heat and singeing liquid: and without hesitation, Zael fell inside the mouth of the pit, and stayed there for years. She returned to battle years later, but her form is more of an exoskeletal structure, with more acute senses and dangers...

Other:

Watch for the magma, and watch the ground...​

 

[Wolfsrain123]

Accepted

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Name:

Azhundhaal

Age:

Estimated to be about over 4,000 years, but his true age is unknown

Sex:

Male

Race:

Dragon

Class:

Outcast

Origin:

Air Kingdom

Orientation:

Heterosexual

Occupation:

None

Personality:

He is sadistic and cruel, enjoying to torture those who oppose him both physically and psychologically. He is also cunning and manipulative, promising wealth and power in exchange for doing his bidding, but he will betray you in the end of course. He is a brilliant strategist, but once his plan fails, he will surely be fleeing before you even reach him. He is cowardly and will sacrifice his minions for his own sake, which is why he survives for so long. Although he doesn't like to fight head on, he is a ferocious and cunning opponent, using everything in his arsenal to kill his enemies, and to add them to his army.

Background:

He was once a wise and noble dragon, hell bent on vanquishing evil and upholding righteousness and courage. He was respected and loved by all, he is even admired by some of his foes. Everything was perfect for him, until that one day. He had been sent to destroy a cove of warlocks who were preparing to perform a ritual. He successfully vanquished them, but what he saw changed him forever. He chanced upon n ancient tome and, for he truly enjoyed deciphering and studying ancient texts, he took it with him. In it were rituals on summoning the dead, on trapping souls and forcing them to do your bidding, it was a text on necromancy. He was enthralled in it, mesmerized by the knowledge it holds. It had been too late when he realized that the book was none other than the Necronomicon, the book of the dead. It had planted within his soul a plague, making him thirst for power. And, following the ritual in the tome, he sacrificed his soul for power, turning him into a lich.

Human Form:

Dragon Form:

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