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Sample Character Bio:

NOTE: This is just an example of what we are looking for. No artistic skills are required for the contest and the drawing will be random. We are just looking for a simple character screenshot with a short background on your character. I just choose to make the sample look all pretty.

Hehe ... one more sample ...

heres mine, its not too great lol, made it in an hour or so.. text is too small to read Lol.

Delano Na Manach
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------------------------------------------------------------His story starts in Ascalon. Around 20 years before the Charr’s fires seared the land, on a fresh summer night, a tan, Canthan-looking woman carefully placed a small bundle of linen in the weeds just outside Ashford Abbey. A small, dark face poked out of a small hole at one end, and smiled in its sleep. The woman smiled down at her sleeping baby son. She knew great things were in store for him. She heard the creak of the gates opening, and rushed away before the guards took up their daily posts, leaving her baby behind. As the sun began to rise, the baby awoke, and began to cry. One of the guards found the child, and brought him in to the Abbey.

The baby was christened Delano Na Manach, which means ‘healthy black-man of the monks’. The resident monks looked over the child, teaching him to follow the path of Dwayna. To the monk’s surprise, Delano grew to be a rather hearty man. His strength was incredible for such a young man. Tales of Prince Rurik’s mighty deeds made their way into the abbey, and he became Delano’s role model.

Over the years, the war with the Charr became more and more brutal. Signs were posted throughout Ascalon, calling for the best warriors of the land to join the nation’s ranks in their struggle. Delano had grown into a strong-willed young man. He had become bored with life in the abbey, and was tired of doing simple daily chores, and healing the wounds of soldiers that came in from the Northern wall. One day, he expressed his feelings to his mentor and close friend, Mhenlo.

Mhenlo knew all along that Delano had the heart of a warrior. His courage and confidence would shine through, even when healing the fallen. He knew that Delano left the abbey to train with Haversdan during his free time. He told Delano that his time had come, and sent him into Ascalon City to join the fight against the charr. That is where Delano Na Manach’s story truly begins…

A small cry broke the Krytan pre-dawn skies, followed by a shushing, and a scared woman’s whisper: “Please, please go back to sleep!”

The tale of Alicia goes on long before this, and long after, but for now, this is all the tale I’ve to tell…

After her request for slumber to the crying bundle in her arms was denied, she diverted from her path and into the forest, finding seat upon a log within its confines. She rocked the bundle, and sung a poem to an old melody she’d heard once, long before:


“My beloved and my only son,
My light when there is rain,
How I can now all but wish,
To see your smile once again,

“To hear your cheery, baby laugh,
And watch you as you sleep,
And I shall tell you, once again,
My heart is yours to keep,

“And though I’ve told you times before,
I fear you will forget,
And all I wish for you, my son,
A life with no regret,

“A life that’s lived, with heart and soul,
A heart as pure as light,
And a soul that’s happy, and carefree,
That shall not coat with ice,

“I leave you with what’s said, my dear,
I pray you understand,
And when I find the strength to speak come, and hold my hand...”


The bundle was slowly accepting her plea of silence, and she continued on, leaving the rest of her song unsung.

She neared the great Temple of the Ages, and sighed in relief, for she had made it at last. Upon entering the Temple, she made straight for the statue of Dwayna, her stone magnificence shining through a pale blue aura. Here, she laid her son, her life and her soul, beneath the watchful eyes of the pure Goddess. “Dwayna, protect him.” A stream of tears made down her cheek as she put another bundle, comprised of a few records and a handwritten letter to her son, addressed clearly Malikai Whyitt, next to the first.

Alicia was headed for Cantha, and had heard news of the Plague running all amok on the southern continent. She knew she could not put her son in such a situation, even under the gaze of both Mhenlo and Master Togo. She feared that she would not see her son again, but this would soon be the least of her fears.

EDIT: Attached Screenshot of characer, as I finally found one...