Dissent

[ursus.]

Username:
cookies~
Name:
Lisirra, but she goes by Lis or Sirra
Gender:
Female
Age:
20
Nation of origin:
Ceveria
Class:
Healer/ Ranger (If she can't be both, Lis is a Healer)
Appearance:
Lis is fairly genaric- looking for a Ceverian. She has dark grey skin, long black hair, and striking golden eyes. She is about 5'5 and 115 pounds, with a boying figure.
Personality: You may consider her high strung, or bossy. Lis is actually caring to others, but is too shy to really be herself, for fea of being hated. therefore, she set up a stone wall between her and others. Hardly anyone breeches it.
History:
Hmm... I don't think so.
Other:
Ha. HAHAHA. No.

Username:
cookies~
Name:
Rarith, goes by Rare
Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Nation of origin:
Par Lor
Class:
'Warrior' ? (Mwahaha)
Appearance:
Rare is quite the dapper Dan. He's very handsome, with a slimmer build than most Lorrens(Although he's mostly muscle) and is about 6'10. His skin is a light tan, and his hair is a deep reddish-black. His eyes are a dark blue and snake like.
Personality:
Rare wants thing his way. If they don't go his way, this Lorren will pitch a fit and storm off, talking about you all the way. He's also a big flirt, and loves messing up relationships. Other than that, he's pretty laid back.
History:
There are many rumors, but some say his mother was a hamster, and his father smelled of elderberries. (Had to XD)
Other: Neeerrrrp

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@ Cookies - accepted XD and I currently have two characters open their starting points were on page 2

[gallifrey falls.]

Username: Gᴀʟʟɪғʀᴇʏ Fᴀʟʟs ❥
Name: Aisha Thorne
Nickname: Ash, to some
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty
Nation: Par Lor
Class: Arcane Warrior
Weapons: A wooden quarterstaff, carved out of the heart of an elm tree, and her magic. Aisha favors any type of elemental magic, and sometimes uses her staff to channel it, or simply uses the wood as a weapon in itself.
Appearance: She is quite tall, at a height of 6'5'', rivaling even some others in Par Lor. Her hair is wavy and long, reaching her waist, and is a very light blonde. Her skin is fair, and her eyes snake-like and green. Despite her height, Aisha is built for any kind of battle, packing plenty of muscle into her feminine body.
Personality: Aisha is serious much of the time, and doesn't seem the person one would see in a tavern, singing and making merry with her friends. She doesn't really have friends, as she moves around quite a bit, but is not outwardly unfriendly or cruel. Aisha has a quiet sense of duty and honor, something that does draw people to her, as she is such. Trust is another thing many extend to her, after knowing her only briefly.
History: Aisha was born to a middle class family, and had a regular childhood for the most part. She lived in Par Lor most of her life, but recently began to move around, enjoying the different sights of the other countries. Though neutral to the fight between Alenthia and Dumerrin, she does sympathize with the Alenthians, yet has taken no steps to aid either country.
Other: x


Username: Gᴀʟʟɪғʀᴇʏ Fᴀʟʟs ❥
Name: Elisabet Sárközi
Nickname: Elisa
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty five
Nation: Ceveria
Class: Assassin
Appearance: Skin as dark as obsidian, and hair to match. Her eyes are of palest blue, rare fora Cenverian. She stands at 5'9'', and is tall and slender, much like the others of her home country. She can bend and twist as easily as a bow, and excellent trait for one in a profession such as hers. While not very sturdy, she can doge as fast as anything; weapons are rare to hit her, provided she be aware of being attacked.
Personality: She is a good-natured and generally easy-going person, but shuts these and other good traits out when on the job. She doesn't allow herself to care about whom she is killing, sometimes even being paid to kill a child. Elisa has seen what caring does to other assassins, and doesn't wish to experience them same herself. She shuts her emotions off, for lack of a better term, and is icy calm and businesslike. When not however, she is friendly and humorous, a smile always ready on her face.
History: Elisabet was born to a well-off family, even as isolated as they were due to Cerveria's secrecy. Her parents were merchants by trade, and their life reflected it. Never did she have a need of anything, as their money got them all the essentials and then some. Around her tenth birthday, two strangers approached their house, claiming to be merchants themselves. They were invited to her father's study to talk, while Elisa watched from the balcony, unnoticed by either her parents or the newcomers. Quite suddenly, a blade sprouted from her father's throat, and soon after, her mothers. Neither of the two men appeared to have moved, but there her parents lay, dying. Elisa had screamed, drawing the attention of the men, who then attempted to silence her, but the two daggers missed, miraculously. She was taken in by her uncle, who was not nearly as wealthy as her parents had been. Rumors flew that the men had been sent by the king to kill the two merchants; they had spoken against him one to many times. The king had enough gold to buy the best assassins, whom he had employed that fateful day. Despite her sorrow at the death of her parents, something in her was fascinated by the two men and how easily they were able to kill and use weapons. When Elisa was just thirteen, she ran away from her uncle and tried to find an assassin who would teach her. Most laughed her off, she was far too young, they said. One however, an older man, was willing to take her under his wing and taught her how to fight with all kinds of weapons - swords, bow and arrow, knives, dirks, and especially hand-to-hand combat. After three years of this, he told her she was old enough to make her own way in the profession, and more or less kicked her out. Nursing a small amount of injured pride, Elisa jumped into her new job headfirst, rather than just getting her feet wet. It paid off for the most part, and now, nine years later, she is well known for her skill.
Other: Don't mind the long history, I just have muse <3

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@ Gᴀʟʟɪғʀᴇʏ Fᴀʟʟs ❥ - accepted ^^

[ursus.]

Lis stumbled around the forest, grumbling to herself all the way. Sure, it was normally dangerous in this particular wooded area, but the Ceverian was too self-assured to bother taking any care. She ended up stumbling into a patch of ocular poison flowers- which cause blindness, in case you didn't get that-, and fell into a river. The Ranger- Healer was now blind, soaking wet, and to be perfectly honest, a little scared. Not that it's obvious, of course. She felt her coal grey hand brush against something wooden, with the sound of many voices coming from inside. It was probably a tavern, so a Healer with the ability to help might be inside. Lis felt her way to the door and stepped in.

Rare was sitting at a table in an inn, lookign at his perfect complexion in a small handheld mirror. Turning his head this way and that, he managed to catch sight of a hair out of place, and huffed. The nerve! After fixing the stupid hair, the Lorren snapped the mirror closed and smirked at a girl in front of him.
"Like what you see?" Rare asked, winning a hasty nod and blush from the girl. She was sixteen, maybe seventeen, and fairly pretty looking. Her white hair was swept back in a simple braid, elegantly framing her pale grey skin.
The girl was about to stand, when a man- who looked to be her father- stood up from his post at the head of the table and glared at Rarith.
"Get out of here, filth. I don't need another son in law, or grandchild."
And thus Rarith left, fleeing to a different inn, where a prettier girl was, with hope. One with a nicer father, too.

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Tovheir's eyes drifted to the tavern door as it opened. From his vantage point he couldn't yet see who was opening the door.

[ursus.]

Lis tripped on a floorboard and gritted her teeth at some chuckles coming from the room. Trying to earn back some respect, she smoothened her wild black hair and took a deep breath, then sat at the bar. After ordering a large pint of beer, she sensed movement and growled silently.
"Hey, girlie. You sure you can handle that?" A man said, in a deep voice.
"Impudent slug." Lis mumbled. "Mind your own buissiness." A couple of his peons chuckled.
"I don't like your tone. Maybe we should take this somewhere else..." Without warning, the man had grabbed her hair and was pulling her back outside.

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Tovheir was watching the Ceveri as she tripped and procedded to the bar. His eyes narrowed as he watched a man and his companions harrass and then drag the girl outside. Getting to his feet Tovheir walked calmly out the door after them.

[ursus.]

(I would've been like "Nuuu my drink! XD)
Lis growled at the man and tripped him, flippign him over and putting her foot on his chest. "You should be ashamed. Attacking a defenceless woman and interrupting her supper!" She kicked the man in the face and spun to where she thought the rest of the goons. "Don't anger me more."

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(XD)

Tovheir watched the sight with crossed arms and amusement.