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*RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Koruymu - 11-30-2005 03:28 AM
Hi guys~
This is where players who want to RolePlay their character, can place their character's background story.
It doesnt have to be long
So don't get discouraged~ Just explain some of your background and how you got to where you are now.
Here are mine.
![[Image: 1.jpg]](http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/Koruymu/1.jpg)
Jutia Greenstone
![[Image: 3.jpg]](http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c239/Koruymu/3.jpg)
Malina Muzeny
hehe~ Hope you liked it
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RE: *RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Tenshi - 11-30-2005 03:36 AM
Black K. Night
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Black K. Night was a kid from the streets, abandoned at a very young age. He grew up on the trader?s streets of Alberta where the rich prospered. In the hurry and bustle of these streets so rich in fragrances of the world no one paid heed to those in need. In fact the rich were demeaning the poor.. He had nothing to thrive on, nothing even to survive on... Left for dead he scavenged food from dumpsters of the rich. With every passing second, every fleeting moment his anger and resentment grew little by little as he realized that all these people passing him by just didn?t give a damn... Leading him to a regrettable mistake, a mishap an incident of fate. Breaking into a house and being caught by the owner never knowing he was an officer. Unknowing unprepared for the consequences of being arrested. In a trial he was found guilty for the slaying even without knowing that single soldier just a simple field officer now he must suffer. Confined and left behind in solitude with no fortitude. Held up for what seemed to be an eternity. Left to think, left to rot, left to wonder and ponder upon these infractions of his actions. Left to be a simple weaver or rather a dreamer of the simple freedom which he could only fathom wanting none of this stardom just needing his freedom that he had as a lad want it just a passing fad? Now left to be sad and mad of this mistake which has taken that which is free. Once the monsters came along and war broke out it came without a doubt that soldiers were needed. A simple rarity not working for charity in all simplicity earning some money. Running out of funds governments turned to the convicts of every district offering them freedom if they helped defend their city. Here Black K. Night wondered after all he's pondered if this is true if this could be reality and not some conspiracy. He took a chance took a gamble to try and get the freedom he so longed for he so dreamed for laying down on those damn cold stone floors. A pawn in the games that people play he's become a soldier enlisted and free. After so valiantly fighting numerous battles left with unseen scars deep in the mind, he became a pious religious soldier in an attempt to repent. Being knighted by the king he chose to be a crusader. Trying to forget all this regret with all the horrors he's met. No longer fit to serve the king him and God behind he continued his path alone. Even when trying he keeps crying, crying out from his sleep of all that haunts him as he can no longer find peace even in his sleep. Order of Chaos welcomed him with open arms helping him forget the pains and strains of life. Sooner rather than later he realized they mission wasn?t something he?d want an association with. Leaving them to do their evil deeds as he takes care of hiss current needs. Alone once again, Praying, trying, conceiving on ways of helping and protecting those in need from all this greed. A simple seed of faith bringing him some constitution, a solution, a new devotion in helping the poor and need as he when he was a youth. Eventually finding Alexander, MUZZLE and Kaede in a city being charitable. Seeing no malice in their eyes no greed while helping those in need. Wondering if it was from purity of the heart Black K. Night became curious and suspicious. Approaching Kaede who he thought was the leader he asked him ?Why do you do this? Why help them? Aren?t they simply bums stuck in the slums? Isn?t it reduce your wealthiness?? Kaede and Muzzle grinned and remained silent as the only reply he got was a nod and smile from Alexander the true leader of a simple band that roam the land. Angel Empire they called themselves. The simple trio walking away had only this to say "There is no greater richness than knowing you are the source of happiness of others." From then on Black K. Night has follower Alexander to him him on his quest as he guides him towards the light without any fright.
RE: *RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Blu3Tig3r - 11-30-2005 03:42 AM
Not bad..I don't have a picture but here's mine!
Sora Aihara was born in a big city called Yuno. His parents were Cloud Natus (a knight) and Megumi Li (a priestess). As time goes on, Cloud became retired and worked as a blacksmith for Yuno's defenses. As for Megumi, she continued to serve God by teaching the bible. Sora liked both of his parents' jobs and said "One day, I'll find a job where I can teach and fight to serve God!" He started training so hard that whenever he dueled kids his own age, he emerged victorious. Then one day....something terrible happened...
The evil Dark Lord and his minions plans to attack Yuno. Cloud drops his hammer and relives his days as a knight. His wife also participated in the defense. In the end, Yuno was demolished. Only few escaped and survived the attack, including Sora, but his parents didn't make it through the battle...
At age 15, he became a crusader, to honor his parents. He swore to God that he will kill the person responsible for the attack. And this is where his journey begins...
RE: *RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Alexander - 11-30-2005 07:24 AM
See? I kept saying I'd do this eventually, I'd do this eventually...and ya up and beat me to it! Ah well. I've been putting some thought into how I wanted to constuct my characters background- and I've still been a bit unsure on how I wanted certain parts to play out. But knowing my procrastinating self- if I don't do it now...god only knows when, huh? Bare with me here if a few things seem off. Some of this will be planned out- other parts pulled out of my ass. So it's subject to change. I'll try to condense it as much I can though. Because MAN it's a lot to type.
Alexander Decalion
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The Decalions. A name that could be heard around from miles, something of a catastrophe that could be heard from here to eternity. Throw a rock into a pond- the water will ripple. It will carry the intial message outwards to the most further parts of the pool. That was the effect this family had. Starting with the infamous Pent Decalion, a rather deranged figure that was hell bent upon bringing the world up in flames. No reason or sense, a mindless slaughter of all things seen unbefitting by him. A conquerer which tainted the blessed name from the start. Any town or village that was unfortunate enough to be on the path of the man would see it's final days. Rarely were there survivors from the wreckage, women and children were no exception. Until of course he met a humbled priestess he allowed to live- in a life of servitude to him. She would become his slave, a mere piece of property and nothing more. Though he would surely deny any feelings towards her, somewhere in the depths of his twisted mind she had reached through the corruption and managed to touch the smallest piece of his heart. It was through this odd relationship, she bore two children of his. Blaze Decalion, and Blade Decalion. Blade being the older by far- unfortunately seemed to take after his father. With both parents left to their own ambitions, it left the brothers in each other's care. For Blaze, that wasn't a good thing. Abuse and mental anguish were common place. The most of which- was the fated day their home was the one that caved into chaos. Blade indeed took very much after their father...and decided that his first target to be the place he grew up in. Blaze managed to run before the genocide commenced, he did however...return to save a particular person he'd grown fond of. Interestingly enough, the battered girlfriend of Blade...the only person to have shown him any kindness in those years. He found nothing but scarlet grounds and smokey skies in what once was a great city. Upon running to the manor he'd called home...he found three people outside it's gates. His brother, his father, and his mother. Swordsmanship was a famed skill and he was there to witness it being more then practiced. Pent and Blade were locked into a battle as the horrified woman was defenseless to do anything, looking onward and praying things turned out alright. Surprisingly enough, despite all the years of training Pent had on him, it only took one small mistake for the fatal blow to be stricken, one precise cut passing over his arm and carrying down towards his abdomen which nearly left him disemboweld. Once the opponent was downed, Blade wasted no time in decapitating the helpless man in front of the woman that had somehow grown to love him. Afterwhich, she was befittingly thrown to the ground- and killed with the very same sword. A cold and emotionless thrust through her heart. Upon noticing the younger brother watching- Blade continued on to beat him a final time, before throwing him down a well and leaving him for dead. Interestingly enough though, Blaze proceeded on to live a long life filled with children and a few wives. This is no where Alex's story begins. No, it was Blade that is his father. Born of Blade Decalion and Kara Hunter, another mismatched couple that formed a strange relationship of their own. Much like the way things had worked for Pent, but instead, Kara had become a willing and devoted slave to him. Alexander would be their first and only child.
Unfortunately for Alexander though, he'd never know his parents. Perhaps it would be a good thing for him. The familys legacy came with a very dark shadow that hung over it. Being known for all tragedies caused by the predecessors and Blade having picked up where his father had left off, it wasn't long before people struck back. Only through overwhelming numbers though, would the strike down the mighty warrior and his beloved. Such seemed to be the way of the family. The child however, certainly had great potential- and could easily be considered a spoil of war. After all, with all the powers that Decalions had wielded in the past, it was near certain that the child could have been used for a great weapon if trained properly. It was decided they would do as such, leaving everything else behind they took the child back to the lands from which they had come. There he was raised inside the castle along the King, not as a son or a relative, or even a friend...but as one might come to raise an unwelcome stray dog. Love and nuturing was not what they had planned for him, but rather to mold him into their ultimate weapon, one they could control for their own purposes. He grew up in that environment, and was rigorously trained in forms of combat, strategy, riding, anything that could further making him an asset to their army. In spare time, he still found himself turning to his own ambitions. To books of knowledge, and the simpleness of being outdoors. By the age of 12, he had already become a killer. Used as a tool in simple assassinations. By the age of 14, he was knighted. The youngest to ever be bestowed such an honor(normally). And finally, by the age of 17, he had already established himself, one of the highest ranking Generals.
His rise to fame and power would be cut short though, for the fated day he was ordered to kill a particular woman. She was left out on the couryard, shackled and in chains, simply waiting for her life to be cut short.Death had been a part of his life as far back as he could remember, she looked up to him as he swung his sword out above his head- ready to cleave her in two. She began to cry softly, small tears rolling down her cheeks before she turned her head back down and waiting for the blade to split her skull. The fatal hit never fell though. The look in her eyes burned deep into his soul. She was innocent. She had not commited a crime, she had not done anything wrong...he was given no reasons for the execution, but simply told to do it. Yet he couldn't bring himself to it. Something had snapped within him, broken free from the binds that kept his heart tied down from feeling anything. Instead, when his blade was swung...the blow connected with the chains that kept her in place, setting her free instead. She would never make it out alive though on her own, instead...he fled from the Kingdom with her off into the wilderness. They traveled for several days, some in silence, others filled with conversation. They were camped outside a near by town when the day fate started to turn it's hand back towards him. It was that day, under the stars, he made love to her well into the morning light. They drifted off into dreams once they'd stilled their passion...or at least he did. He awoke a few hours later, the sun just breaking over the horizion and feeling quite envigorated- though his rest had been interrupted by the sure sounds of people approaching. Instinctively he grabbed for his weapon, finding himself unarmed and still naked. The new guests appeared to be bandits of sorts, armed and marching towards him...with a familiar hostage. They'd taken her! Was his only thoughts, even if unarmed and out numbered...he charged down their ranks and broke in the nose of the first person he got in reach. Taking their weapon and proceeding to free her and toss her behind him, protecting her fiercely by the blade with ribbons of flesh piling onto the cold dark ground. As the final one fell to his blade... he leaned over in extreme exhaustion, but glad he had succeeded in protecting his new found love. He smiled, opening his mouth to speak to her...but his words became suddenly caught. He felt a sudden jab into his rib cage, a certain piercing feeling...a sharp pain that echoed through-out his entire being and forced him to cry with pain. He collapsed to his knees and looked over his shoulder. The eyes he saw were no longer innocent. They were his lovers...but they were filled with scorn and hatred. She gave a twist to the dagger she had embedded in his side and it torn away at the flesh- another howl of pain rewarded with her brutality. He collapsed onto his back, staring up at her blankly- protecting her had taken his energy away...and with that wound she had left him barely able to breath. The last thing he saw, was her hovering over him and raising the dagger high up into the air. His eyes shifted to the sky above him, the vivid orange and red sky set aflame with the breaking of a new day. It was beautiful. It was the first sunset he'd seen so clearly. His eyes closed as he whispered softly "sorry, Love."...before the dagger was plunged into chest- breaking through flesh and bone and piercing his heart. The rain began to fall from the skies in streams. That was the day, the heavens wept. That was the day, Alexander died.
Alexander opened his eyes again to look around at the new world around him. The place was bathed in a brilliant light and yet there was no light to be seen. It was not the kind of light the sun generates nor the flames that flicker. It was a light one felt and experienced instead of simply "seeing." It lifted one's spirits up higher and gave a feeling of utter contentment and safety. His vision no longer existed-for his mortality no longer existed, and yet he was able to experience everything with a keen awareness of all that was around him.
From this realm of holy light, came a soft notion. Was it man or woman? Such definitions and concepts could not encompass the being that "spoke" without saying a word. To Alex, it was let known that the threads of fate were not done spinning his web. He was presented the oppurtunity to be granted life once more. To breath once more. To live once again. Such things always came at a price though. He would become a servant to those who rekindled his extinguished flame. He would have to raise arms and carry on the wishes, to purify all that was dark and evil. To bring divine justice to a tarnished land. That, was all that was made known to him- and with it he wasted not a passing moment to agree.
Unknownst to him, pain and suffering would follow him as though he walked beneath a black star. For all things, must come to balance- and he would be the pawn to press the weight of the world down onto.
His eyes opened and he drew in a sharp breath of air. The sky above him was as blue as ever. He sat up and quickly darted a hand to his chest, feeling around for the fatal wound that had sent him into oblivion. It was not there. It was as if nothing had happened at all. He looked around him, only finding the gentle melody of a near by river and the soft breeze rolling against the blades of grass.
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::Yawns:: It's 5 AM and it's HARD to write at this hour. This isn't the end of my long tale- so I shall continue at another time and maybe touch up some of what I wrote before. God knows I probably made a bunch of mistakes and could do better anyway.
RE: *RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Jubei - 11-30-2005 08:18 PM
holy shit you people type a lot.
RE: *RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Cessy - 11-30-2005 08:21 PM
Yea... you guys really need to use more paragraphs and indentations because it gets really hard to read these long paragraphs that jump from subject to subject.
RE: *RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Tenshi - 11-30-2005 08:35 PM
I know I'm sorry but i just wrote it all up and then copy pasted :S
I'll fix it up soon (like after WoE)
RE: *RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Yetipunk - 11-30-2005 09:15 PM
I'll post mine when I have typed it up. =D
RE: *RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Alexander - 12-01-2005 12:17 AM
It was 5 AM! Give me a break.
I'll try to fix it up more later though.
RE: *RolePlaying Character Background Thread* - Jubei - 12-01-2005 01:07 AM
Enna
As a small child, enna was confused by many things that wandered around his world.??Many people did things that confused him and baffled him.??As time passed, Enna studdied science to see if what his surroundings matched laws, unfortunatly, they did not.
As time passed, Enna decided to become an adventurer.??He became a novice, and aspired to be an alchemist and discover the wonders of his world.??Sadly, on the day of his novice induction, he fell drunk at the bar at Jawaii. He wandered around poking things with his mighty plastic knife of pokiness until hitting lvl 47. In a drunken daze, he wandererd into a strange house at aldebaran, and and old man asked him if he wanted to become a super novice.??Enna replied "Blippity bah kenjadtiblur!"??The man took that as a yes.??After the old man asked if enna would bring him some items, enna??fainted, dropping all the items from his bag.??The old man noticed that all the items were strewn across the floor of his just waxed floor.??Enna slided across the slippery floor until he hit the bed post and gained a concussion that resulted into a 2 week coma.
After he had awakenken, he had realize that he had become a supernovice.??Seeing the dis-satisfaction of not being able to studdy science, he decided to accept his ill gotten fate and join the ranks of the weakling pip-squeaks of the world!
Ryoma
As a poor little college down on his last doller, he migrated from the northern ice wastland of greenland to some foreign land korea. He found this magical game called ragnarok. As he started playing, aliens from the planet Yaadiensklew came to his house and switched his brain with a soggy strawberry waffle. All the humans on earth would never found out about the switch. The evil aliens sucked out all his memories and forced them into favorite game. There he stood, in a 2d/3d animated world. He decided to accept his fate, and played his 5 last years in a sleepless world.