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Dhagon Ghent
Age: ??
Race: Undead
Description: 6'1; Long greasy, dirty hair. Ragged Skin. Rotting, y'know a corpse. :x His armor, Platemail, but with many parts of it broken away. Weilds a Fellblade and a broken Aegis.
Profession: Warrior/Necromancer
Background: Ghent was a soldier in the last guild war. He was an expert swordsman, best among the king's knights. He was an officer of "Ascalon's Chosen".

On one fateful day, during a guild battle, he went into a berserk rage, killing the enemy, and his guild teammates.

A member of this team managed to escape barely alive. After recieving healing, he was able to descibe the incident, telling officials that it was unlike anything he had every seen.

"It was un-explainable, horrible, and frightening. He was under no hex, nor any abnormalities in his system. And as he slaughtered my friends, there was a sick, maniacal look upon his face, as if he was really enjoying what he was doing. I doubt he was a traitor, he killed the Krytans and our guild mates after."

Dhagon Ghent was sentanced to death.

On the day of his hanging, all he did was laugh, with a sick chuckle, as if his own death was amusing to him. As he was being hung in the air, he continued laugh. It's horrified all who witnessed.

Years later, a few days before the searing, he awoke deep within the catacombs.
Personality: (He's a corpse, not much to tell, but I'll try) Dhagon still has traces of humanity left in him, just intelligence, the ability to speak, fight, and common sense. He's also crazed. Incase you didn't get that.


I kinda want to be a "baddie" in this RP, if possible!


Hey, when does this start? I'm kinda excited to get started.

Name: Selerious Taren

Age: 19

Race: Human

Class: Engineer/Ranger (if i can't have engineer it will be Ranger/Elementalist)

Appearance: Selerious (Silent in the old tounge(Latin) is around 6ft tall, of medium build with dark red almost black hair reaching to his sholders in a tail. Selerious normally wears the garb of Rangers (Druids armour), but has replaced the wood with steel. He carries a shocking Composite bow and has a pet stalker named Ebon.

Background: Selerious's family lived in Surmia and were part of the Nobility that ruled the city. Having Two older brothers his family left him alone to fill his time with whatever he wanted, which helped in the end as Selerious was extremely intellegent from a very young age, filling his time studying and pursuing his love of building. By age ten he had created a ballista from scratch in the stables and was soon recognised for his Engineering skills (for blowing the back of the stables down and trashing a road, thanks to a misfire.) At age 14 he was chosen to attend the engineering academy situated near King's Watch, which while respected wasn't as famous as the magic academies of Nolani and Drascir.

Selerious was in his senior year when the searing happened and most of ascalon was destroyed, Kings watch and the academy taking many of the crystal meteors quite close together, flatening every building of the academy, leaving less of it standing than Nolani. Fortunately Selerious was doing weapons testing near the wall and took cover during the malestorm. After it ended Selirious tried to join the artillery corps, but being a cadet by his word only (the documents being lost) the millitary would only take him as a footman, not liking the deal he went out and helped people rebuild their homes and any broken machine he could.
He is currently based around Ascalon city and Rin, drifting between the two cities.

Hope thats enough

when is this RP gonna start?

I'd like to join but since this thread isnt that young and it hasnt started yet,
i'd like to know first.

Can I join the role playing?

Viktor Victorious roams the nefarious shadow woods, following the path that will take him to a place only one man can venture alone...

If there are any mods of this forum would it be possible to merge this cool old thread with my thread Bio/write about your PvE characters here!?

Are we alowed to just walk in? Because I have this big ol' bio to share.

Name:Daithi Mac

Age:18

Race:Human

Description:6'5 male,long brown hair.Fierce and deadly axe warrior.Hails from the Choill Clan in the south shiverpeaks.His clan was wiped out by the white mantle and he is the last survivor.On his journeys,he was defeated in combat by the wolf, Fenrir,King of wolves.Fenrir spared Daithi's life but turned him into a werewolf.When the moon is full he turns into a horrible wolf beast and kills all in his path.
He is stalked by the wolfhunter Lucius who is going after the bounty on Daithi.Daithi roams the lands searching for a way to undo the curse of Fenrir,which he would find in elvish magics and rings after many hundreds of years of plight.....

Profession:W/R

Ok this sounds interesting, well anyway this is how my rp character is: (changed mine since i noticed there were no dwarfs)

Name: Rognar Redbeard
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: He is 116 cm high (dwarf you know) he got a very serious face most of the time, his hair and beard is a little long and red. He always tries to act as though as possible, but he is a very kind man and always keeps being happy, he like to help others. He always got his hammer close.
Clothes/armor: He wears a chanmail armor and a platemail helm (only in combat though).

Lemme try!!!

Name:Aztar Soulsaver
Race:Human
Age:22
Sex:Male
Profession:Monk/Warrior

Apperance:5'2 brown hair and makes even the darkest situations look good even though you could have a big chance of dieing.

Armor/Wepons:he uses a Holy staff and has 15k tats

Name: Rildar Ahsera
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human
Proffesions: Ranger/Warrior

Appearance: Vanilla colored skin, short brown hair, small scar on his neck, about 5 feet and 9 inches tall. Druid's armor, an Ivory Bow, and a quiver filled with steel arrows hangs on his left leg.

Personality: Usually quiet and serious; he'll only talk if it's informative. He has a straight face most of the time, and will smile when a difficult task is sucessfully completed.

Name: Leoric Chaos

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Race: Human

Proffesions: Paladin (warrior monk)
------Leoric--------->
Appearance/Bio: Wears a horn spiked black Ascalon Helmet, wears black gauntlet, black leggins, black boots, and has a golden armor plate on its right arm. He is 6feet tall. Leoric was often called Chaos for his battle reputation. His rank in the military is known well. Ever since his wife died, he sworn himself as a paladin for not being able to save her.

Equipment: Uses a White glowing Chaos axe and wields a Shadow shield. He keeps his pink pouch bag his wife gave him before she died.

Name: Fey Ahren Elessedil
Age:22
Gender:Female
Race:Human-elf

Description
She had a Elven father and a human mother,brought up in the vast mountains untill a terrible accident,a assassin mistook her parents for the people he was searching for.They were brutally killed and left Fey an orphan.The assassin realised his mistake and took Fey in, he trained Fey in the arts of assassins for 15 years till she was 18 when this assassin who had trained her mysteriously dissapeared,she is now looking for him-the man who both doomed and saved her life.
Fey Wears Burgandy dyed leather armor,her face is elvish with destinctive green eyes,she wears her long black hair in a twisted spiral with a bone pin in the shape of a eagle.
She carries twin elongated daggers given to her by her mentor the assassin,they have a strange symbol etched on the side with the name "Narien"-is this the name of the assassin who taught her?
Fey is rather stoic but has a compassionate heart and a good soul.

Tyrian name: Corin
Earth name: Kuze
Transportation:unknown
Hair color/type:white, long, somewhat messy
Eyes:brown, serious
Reason for placment in Tyria:unknown
Remembered Earth profession: Revolutionist
Tyrian profession: Mercenary
Earth Origin(?): Kyushu, Japan
Current Tyrian home: Lion's Arch

Bio coming later...

Namejust Z)rest unknown
Age:24
Profession:Assassian/Ranger
Race:Human
Sex: male

Desription:Came from city of Orr.When it fell in he was doing work for his father sending messages into another city.Coming back he was fueled with rage and started destroying any remaining things.Which was how some kind assassian found him.The assassian did not share his name but they lived in a various amounts of camps in the woods.His fear of staying in one spot.Through the years he thought Z as he called him the mastery of stealth and daggers.liveing in the woulds he naturly learned ranger skills adding to his silence.When the assassian left on a trip one day he never returned.Now fueled with rage agian he wonders the forest helping travelers with what ever but killing some when he is in a rage.

Whats with the frowning face i didnt put it i even tried editing it off but not there in edit.

Name: Calaval Elwvyan

Guild: Forever Knights [FK]

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Race: Man

Class: Warrior

Birthplace: Cantha

Appearance: I am taller than most of my kind, there is a confidence in my thin cold face and hard blue eyes that speak of an easy competence, my thick blond hair is worn long and unkempt unlike the rest of my appearance. My dark cloak bears the image of a dragon, the insignia of the Forever Knights.

Weapons & Items: My broadsword is known as Glorifhai. Chipped, battered and stained with Charr blood. At all times I carry a Golden Horn bearing the mark of the dragon.

Roleplaying Hints: I keep a calm, inscrutable demeanour; therefore, a raised eyebrow can be as forceful as a rage in others. I seldom use my power as I seldom have to.

Background:

The company of Knights seemed alone in the rain and frost, the men grumbled, as did their captain, they were a dozen forgotten soldiers in a lost war. The men marched wearily back to camp after a battle lost, it was a long march home and for its captain Calaval Elwvyan, longer than most, for he was a foreigner among the men of Ascalon, his heartland lay far away in the lush isles of Cantha and one isle in particular he not only loved but had claim to, for he was son of its Lord.

Often he would dream he was back there among his kin, yet for Calaval his service to Prince Rurik came not by love of country but that of oath and ancient tradition, for it had always been for the heir of the Canthan isles to seek honor abroad in distant lands. And as Calaval marched with the men of Ascalon, he awaited and hoped for news from his father, news that he could return, yet Calaval was a soldier and knew full well the war he was embroiled held little honor, for none can be found in blood and death.

The sombre march halted with sound of a horse and as Calaval looked forward he saw a riderless stallion galloping away from the road with blood dripping from its saddle cloth. The men scrambled forward to claim the beast, of which it only galloped away further, but to Calaval it came who instantly tamed it.

Calaval pondered the fate of its rider, for examining the blood stained saddle it was clear its rider was either dead or seriously wounded. From the saddle and into Calaval’s hand dropped a golden locket, the locket fell open and Calaval gazed upon the beauty he beheld. The locket portrayed an image of a girl of irreplaceable beauty, her eyes, despite the smallness of the image, seemed to look out of the golden locket with amusement and life, while her raven black hair flowed long down her slender frame.

"A rare beauty indeed" whispered Calaval to the horse as he pushed the locket into his pocket, and with thought of the maiden Calaval’s mood came brighter as the Men of Ascalon continued the long march home.

For seven years Calaval fought and bled for Ascalon and after every battle and conflict Calaval would gaze upon the girl within the locket, for gazing upon the kindly face gave him a sense of salvation away from the horrors of the combat he saw. And on the eve of his eighth year away came news to Calaval that he was to return home to islands of Cantha post-haste, no longer to be known as Calaval Elwvyan, soldier of Ascalon but Lord Elwvyan, Lord of The Forever Knights.

Upon hearing the news, his sword and shield he gave away, and his horse he let free, only one item did Lord Elwvyan return with him to Cantha, the lady in the locket, his good luck charm.

Lord Elwvyan grew restless, a year had passed since his return and much he missed the men and women he had fought with and for, long walks around the Forever Knights isle he would take and in no time at all he knew every nook and cranny of the isle.

During a walk one mid summers eve, Lord Elwvyan took a route he had not often walked along the cliffside of the Forever Knights Guild House, to his surprise and astonishment it was there he found a beauty sleeping against a tree. Lord Elwvyan gasped softly as he observed her, for she was the same maiden he held in his locket!

Lord Elwvyan crept closer to the maiden and kneeling low he placed the locket that for so long been his, next to her. As the night air blew, her eyes fluttered and the lady shivered, Lord Elwvyan lay his cloak upon her and as he did from the distance a war horn sounded, with regret Calaval left the sleeping beauty under the tree, returning to his duty.

The war horn brought a messenger, a messenger who came with grave news of Ascalon, the city lay under siege. All friends, allies and those bound by oath were called to aid Prince Rurik in these desperate times.

Lord Elwvyan and the Forever Knights took little time in answering the call of Prince Rurik. Within an hour an expeditionary force of fifty men and women headed towards Ascalon upon vessels bearing the mark of the Dragon. From the quarterdeck Calaval watched his Knights bid farewell to their loved ones and wondered if the lady of the locket watched from the isle as the ships departed.

"We're ready now," the sea captain called. "As ready as we can be. Our weapons are clean, sharpened, and ready for war." Answered Lord Elwvyan. He looked upon his brave knights and sighed, for some this would be their first call of duty, for others their last. Out of habit he reached for his locket, her locket. "Who are you?" he whispered, as he took one last look at his beloved isle and went to war...

Name: Serenity (Unknown actual name)
Age: looks 18, but not (est. 450,378)
Race:Vampire
Profession: Necromancer
Description: 5'8'' female, whited-out eyes, very pale complextion, hair color is a strange blue color cut short, two or three tattoos.

Serenity sat by a small pond hidden within a forest. She gently tapped the water's surface with her hand scooping up some of it and washing the blood from her arm. The blood ran from a wound in her arm that slowly seemed to be disappearing. Time was nigh and she wouldn't have expected anyone else to find her there. It was silent... an odd silence...

Yay! Time to interrupt another thread with some information that should be common sense!

Scorpion, I don't know how long you've been playing for, but I should have you know that there are no vampires in Guild Wars, everyone is moral, they die at a normal age (with the exception of the Gods, of course), and proper punctuation and grammar is very much appreciated.

Thank you!