Bio/write about your PvE characters here!

Anthony Truong grew up with his friend, Henry Nguyen before the Searing. He took up the role as a ranger, as he was inspired by Nente. As he got older, he loved magic, especially when it dealt with fire. He learned the basics of an elementalist, driving him to choose that class as a secondary profession.

Days later, perhaps weeks, it happened. The Searing killed the people he cherished most, his friends, and his family. Fortunately, Anthony survived.

He grew stronger after the Searing, battling Gargoyles, Stone Elementals, and Devourers. When he felt the time was right, he started to battle others in the Ascalon Arena. He fought well, but he traveled to Yak's Bend in the Shiverpeaks, and lived there for months.

Now, he continues to survive in the Shiverpeaks, hoping to move on to Kryta.

Since I did a bio for my oldest one, which was selected for the grand prize in the most recent contest, I thought I'd entertain the masses a bit more with this bio for one of my other in-game characters.

Character Bio for Morrighan Blackrose

Type: Originally Necromancer / Elementalist, then Necromancer / Mesmer (standard SS build), now Necromancer / Monk (Factions MM build)

Age: 28, looks older though
Height: Approximately 5'10"
Weight: Approximately 150
Dimensions: Standard female Necromancer, ivory-like skin, Tyrian scars on her left eye area.
Hair: White
Eyes: Obsidian
Primary Deity: Grenth
Home: Originally the Catacombs of the Abbey, then Droknar's Forge, now House Zu Heltzer in Cantha

Similar to Eve's story, Morrighan's story is also fuzzy. However, she does remember that both of her parents were Necromancers themselves, staying and studying Necromancy in the depths of the Catacombs of the Abbey. She had raised her first Bone Minion at 16, then an army of them at 21, and when she was in Kryta after The Searing, she caught the words of Lord Timot to raise her first Bone Fiend.

She revelled in raising an army of minions in the Shiverpeak Mountains, saving most of the other adventurer's skin in those tough battles with the Stone Summit Dwarves. Even with the strange twists and turns of the gods to make the lands more dangerous, she still wasn't fazed away from the thrill of battle. That was why she travelled to Cantha, to see what new things she can come up with. Recently, it was rumored she learned how to raise a Flesh Golem. Granted, if it was true, then it would've probably scare a few peasants off, but it certainly suited her well when it comes to splattering an Afflicted or an opposing Assassin.

So look for the ivory-skinned, white-haired Necromancer in her purple Necrotic armor and Bortak weaponry in the Echovald Forest in Cantha. You may just hear a Flesh Golem smash a Drudge or an Afflicted into a messy, pierced pulp and a sarcastic Necrotic chuckle.

Player's Background

I started her off over the midsummer of 2005 as a Minion Master with some Nuking capabilities, which proved useful in beating the Doppleganger. Experience in farming runs at Sorrow's Furnace further allowed for fine-tuning of this Necro, first switching to Mesmer for cursing builds, then back to MM by switching to Monk as a secondary profession just in time for Factions. She possess both a Bortak set and a Villnar set, as well as some other Necromancer staffs. As of now, she is a N/Mo MM, with Flesh Golem as her Elite, and I find no problem with the 10 minions at 16 Death Magic limit.

Character Bio for Tenshinobi Kumo (using LordDeArnise's bio set-up)




Type: Shinobi (Assassin/Warrior)

Age: 27
Height: Approximately 5'8"
Weight: 155 lbs
Dimensions: Muscular yet slender (Bruce Lee style)
Hair: Dark Red, almost Black.
Eyes: Black
Primary Deity: Unknown, supposedly Grenth.
Home: Kinya Province

Brief History:

Tenshinobi was born in an undisclosed area somewhere in the mountains of Kinya Province called "Kumogakure no Sato" (village hidden in the clouds). This "hidden village" is secretly a training ground for one of Cantha's elite assassin groups, called the Kagezoku (Shadow Tribe) Shinobi Clan. Being a member of the Kumo family, who are one of the more well known ninja groups in the Kagezoku, he was extensively trained in ninja techniques knowned vaguely as "Kumogakure Ninjutsu". By the time he was 14, he had already achieved "Chuunin" (middle rank) status and had soon progressed to "Jounin" (high rank) status by the age of 18. His success had earned him the reputation of being one of the top ranking ninja in the Kumogakure Ryu (School hidden in the clouds), which, helped make his family a candidate to lead the Kagezoku Shinobi Clan. For years, his family had stayed at the top, second only to the Kagezoku leader "Shirokage", until the tragic death of Tenshinobi's father, Kumo Sarutobi, who died in battle protecting his village from the recent Plague that had swept Cantha. Since then, a rival ninja family known as the Oboro clan had taken over the top spot to serve under Shirokage.

Years later, the Emperor's Master Togo visited the village in order to assign a mission of high importance. The Kumo clan, who took this moment as an advantage to bring their reputation back up, volunteered to compete against the Oboro, for the opportunity to participate in the mission. With this decision, the Kumo clan chose their top pupil, Tenshinobi, now at 27 years old, as their representative. Together with the Kagezoku leader Shirokage, and the Oboro clan representative "Kagemaru", they follow Master Togo to Shing Jea Monestary to begin the demonstration of their skills.

UPDATE *To help everyone get an idea on how this "demonstration" ensues, check out this link -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2z5FRvAbd8 (pardon the subtitles and the language)

Player's Background

Not much to say, he's always been an A/W, and I use different builds for him depending on the situation, using daggers, and at times using an unorthodox Sword Mastery build....

Name: Schae the Abbot
Age: 22
Birthplace: Greenhills Country, Ascalon, Tyria

Background: A soft-spoken man with a kind spirit and a strong sense of virtue. When he was only 8 years old, Schae witnessed a monk from the Ascalon Academy heal a dying farmer who had been mauled by a wild wolf while defending his prize-winning hogs. Ever since that day, Schae has been facinated with the power of healing prayers and at the tender age of 12, he was enducted into the Ascalon Academy of Monks. After the Searing, Schae left the Academy (what was left of it anyway) to assist those in fight against the Charr who had ruined his beautiful homeland. He never understood the reasoning behind the Charr invasion, but he knew that they were the source of all the suffering and misery in Ascalon.

Much time has passed and Schae has since left Tyria in favor of Cantha. He is currently assisting the Luxons in their fight against the Kurzicks. He has come to love Cantha and he returns to Tyria every so often to assist in the rebuilding of Ascalon, but Schae has developed a strong taste for adventure and exploration and he is becoming a bit anxious.

here is Simone Shatas's story

Name:Simone Shatas

Nationality:Canthan

Proffesion:Ranger/Necro

Age: 20

Story: I was found by a ferry captain in the kienang docks. i was in the middle of two barells which he was loading into the ship. He took me on great aventures and took me to all places known.
I was reconized by my talents of the wilderness, because i have charmed the legendary BLACK MOA. I am a leader of a band named "da gnomes dat smite". i have many friends, and am very socialble. I explore Cantha, Elona, and Tyria.

The history of Mega Mouse:

Nationality: Tyrian
Profession: Elementalist/Necromancer
Age: Uknown

Found before the searing wandering the forests of Tyria alone at possible age of five.
Taken in by an Elementalist due to his inate nature to burn things with a thought.
Raised by that elementalist and his wife until the Char came and took a life of tranquility and peace from him by killing his adoptive parents.
Swore revenge on the Char and all who would try to take what he worked so hard to achieve.
Is persistant as heck, will not stop til he achieves his goal whatever it may be.
Passes on things of value he collects that he wont use to the unprepared and less fortunate.
Currently can be found hunting in the Realm Of Torment, seeking revenge on the monsters that messed up such a nice land as Elonia.
Member and original co-creator of the guild Section Five.
Does not make friends easily must impress him before he will add you to his friends list.
Known to have a Flesh Golem tagging along with him almost all the time.

Mega Mouse

Name: Deus Toutatis
Nationality: Tyrian
Profession: Mesmer/Elementalist
Age: Late 20s

Deus was born into a wealthy family in the kingdom of Ascalon, though moved at a very young age to the town of Aman'lu on the distant continent of Aranna. Raised to be an aristocrat and scholar, he studied Aranna's ways of combat magic and had most if not all of his needs catered to. A quick study with a quick wit to match, he also found it very easy to make friends with others.

This peaceful life was shattered at the age of 20 with the destruction of Aman'lu during what become known as the Aegis Wars, and the great cataclysm that ended them and rendered most of Aranna inhospitable and close to uninhabitable. After seeing his family and most of his friends die around him in the chaos, he returned to Tyria and joined by a close friend who he had met and spent many years with in Aman'lu - a ranger by the name of Celeb Dagorath - hoping desperately to find some peace. Continuing his studies into the ways of magic, he found the mesmeric arts to be far more complementary to his natural charm although his previous study of Arannic combat magic has left him with a great understanding of both the fire and lightning magics of elementalism. Fitting in well with Ascalon's upper crust, he quickly made acquaintances throughout Ascalon's nobility and believed that he had truly started over and found peace.

When the Searing came, Deus' peaceful life was once again shattered. While the Searing affected everyone in Ascalon, Deus has taken the event extremely hard having now seen two of his homes destroyed. Under the illusion of his cool exterior lies a mind that is beginning to crack, making him all the more dangerous to both himself and others. Swearing blind vengeance on the Charr and on anything else that would threaten the world, he has since travelled across Tyria and Cantha doing his best to rid the world of evil. He has recently heard rumors of dark forces threatening Elona, and has booked passage to Kamadan on the next trade ship.

Perhaps, one day, Lyssa will show Deus peace again. The question is, how much sanity will Deus be able to grip onto before he once again finds what he is looking for?

i was a pver before i got hit by the iway fever.

anyway, the story of my ranger below.

http://www.guildwarsguru.com/forum/s...14&postcount=1

scout master syra was an anti-iway who eventually joined the "dark side".

Sagach Trechon was born into a wealthy and powerful House of Trechon. However he wished he was born to the poorest. Taking a liking to the bow and ranger path of life and completly defining his fathers whishes for him to become a mesmer, he trained with a old ranger who seemed to know just about everything of Ascalon and the way of Melendru. However his bliss was not to last and one day he found his old mentor dead. Later he learned for a pretty coin that his father had hired the mans death. Enraged Sagach confronted his father at his fathers own party for becoming a official Lord of Ascelon. A lively debate insued and Sagach broke all ties to his family and despite the pleading of his mother and 3 sisters left the house and become a nomad.

Traveling the land clear from the Maguuma jungle to the North lands of the charr and south to the Elona desert, he quickly earned a reputation for being a survivor and a excellent ranger, although, people were warned that he was also quick to anger and often went brooding into the forest were it was said that people would vanish if they wandered to far into the brooding depths. He returned to Ascelon after nearly 5 years of wondering. He found that his name had been wiped from the familiy records, his youngest sister did not even remember him and his mother had died a year ago from a illness that had taken nearly a year to take her life. After his sister, Valkeria, begged him to stay for a little bit seeing how his father was away on a trip and would be for some time, he consented and started to reaquant himself with his sisters. However his father came home a month early and nearly went beserk when he saw Sagach. Deciding that it was time to start walking again he showed himself the door and out of Ascalon

On his ill fated birthday of 21 ,he was nearly out of Ascalon when the Searing happened. Left stunned and heartbroken of what had happened to his birth place he quickly joined the scant forces who quickly came to appreciate his expertise on matters such as scouting and the charr and his ablity to make survivors come out of shock and total despair using his latent mesmer abilities. He now wanders the land helping survivors and looking for any of his sisters. His father was said to be found with an arrow neatly embedded in his forehead.

Name: Mitsuki Hiyono *(note: Hiyono is the clan name, and as such, actually precedes the given name.)

Age: 21

Nationality: Canthan

Deity(s): Lyssa and Balthazar

Profession: Assassin

Born Kato Mitsuki of the Stalking White Locust assassin clan in 1564cc. Mitsuki was abducted and the remaining Kato executed in the year after by the leading Stalking White Locust family, who coveted the infant due to her uncommonly pale skin and dusty white hair. This was the house Hiyono.

Her outstanding physical characteristics- which had not been apparent in any other member of the Kato family- were said by many to be unmistakably iconic of their organisation, perhaps even a signal from the heavens that Mitsuki was exceptional amongst them. For this reason, it was generally accepted that only the premier family was a suitable residence for her, causing most to tolerate the brutal destruction of the Kato as "Justifiable".

(Another alleged reason for this dubiously premised betrayal was that an earlier plague had essentially eliminated all of the Hiyono’s eligible natural heirs. Mitsuki may have appeared to the Hiyono as an emerging figurehead that might later have allowed the Kato to seize leadership of the clan; for this very same reason, Mitsuki made a most excellent replacement heiress, although the Hiyono would certainly have preferred a male.)

With the Hiyono, the young Mitsuki was raised by the very best educators, and trained as a covert killer by the most experienced clan members available. No expense was spared; the budding murderess never knew want for better armour or weapons. She was a natural prodigy, and receiving such exceptional care allowed her to become an exquisitely skilled agent, who fought in the Locusts' unique style with effortless grace and absolute precision. Although they were not the largest clan operating in the capital, their territory was secure, the reputation of their peerless icon serving to ward off most potential aggressors.

This changed shortly before Shiro’s plague swept through the city in 1582cc. Zerces Onoko, known as the prophet of sinking blades, defeated Hiyono Mitsuki in a duel during a battle on the streets between the Jade Brotherhood and the oni worshipping Cult of Marak. With Mitsuki pushed back, Zerces was able to slip by the combined human and bound oni force to eliminate Marak himself, scattering the cult to the four winds, their secret method of oni binding disappearing with them.

As the Stalking White Locust nursed their champion back to health they suffered constant attacks on their territory. Losing members to defection as well as taking casualties during defensive engagements. Even when Hiyono Mitsuki returned to the front lines, the decay of their small empire only slowed marginally.

When Mitsuki defeated and killed Zerces as he infiltrated their hideout in an attempt to finish her off, it was hoped that the power of her myth would be somewhat restored. Unfortunately, when the Am Fah reinvented themselves as plague assassins they proved to be a force too fearsome for the weakened Locust to survive, and the organisation fell apart at the seams, the core families fleeing Kaineng for smaller, safer settlements with the singular exception of the Hiyono.

In its tragic last days, the Hiyono exchanged all their assets for platinum and gold, banking much of it with the Xunlai and arranging their funerals with the remainder. Urged out of Kaining, Hiyono Mitsuki took the alias “White Locust Queen” from her adoptive father, and bid them farewell on the very night that they were massacred.

Choosing to remain uninvolved with the battles leading up to and including the destruction of Shiro, Mitsuki has yet to truly re-emerge.

~Mitsuki Hiyono~

Spirit_Axery, nice story!

Character: Neriah Demonhunter
Age: 20
Nationality: Elonian
Profession: Dervish

*Possible Nightfall Spoilers*
Neriah's parents were killed by Djinn in Vabbi during a holiday there from Istan, while she was very young. Neriah was sold as a slave to corsairs, but when the ship foundered on a reef near Istan, she was washed up in Mehtani Keys and raised by a family (friends of her parents) in the Jokanur Diggings area.
When she found out that the Vabbian Djinn were responsible for her parent's death, she joined the Sunspear Order as a dervish, and quickly rose in the ranks. Vowing to destroy all elementals and demons that may cause another person's life to be like her own, she greatly relished being able to defeat the Djinn defenses of Vabbi and especially of the Hidden City of the Ahdashim, and also her defeat of Varesh Ossa and her foray into the Realm of Torment, including the defeat of Abbadon. She is now found destroying what remains of Abbadon's followers, in the Domain of Anguish.

Character name: Leon Ux-ixen
Age: 23
Nationality: Krytan
Deity(s):Balthazar
Profession:Ranger/Monk

Leon was born in a now dead unanmed village in the Magmua Jungles. The village birth many great hunters and faithful monks till the White Mantels knights came and attack Leon's home when he was 10. He traveled in the jungles with only what training his father, a hunter gave him and the spells his mother had shown him. There he managed to survive with his wolf Kage.

When he came the Lion's arch he was 17 there he spent his next few 4 years till he heard of the rich land of Ascalon, a chance to start a new life. Sadly when he arrived the Charr had attacked and destoryed the once beautiful land. He met Rurik a man he admired for his bravery and love for his people. Leon traveled with Rurik till his death, Kage had died there aswell due to an arrow. Once the people of Ascalon were safe in Kryta he left to Cantha where he joined the Luxon to battle the Kurzicks. It was in Cantha that he found his new pet-ally Suzaku a phoenix. He still fights with the Luxons till his true calling or destiny is set before him.

Character name: Ermac the dark one.
Profession: Necromancer.

The pale skinned blacksmith’s son climbed over the rocks at the edge of the woods, his adventurous nature beckoned forward , He had been warned of dangers in the forest. But his curiosity for what mysteries and creatures lay hidden in the swollen forest outweighed his sense of safety.

The Boy made his decision and headed towards the forest. A decision that would haunt him for the rest of his days. He carefully walked through the dense forest, making his way through the mossy path ,the trees were so densely packed that only thin streams of light reached the ground, giving the appearance of twilight. The chorus of birds that he could hear gave the place a very relaxing feeling. Still moving forward he admired the thick trees. He brushed his hair back and picked up a strange looking rock and pocketed it uninterestedly. Why had the grown ups been so worried about this place? it wasn’t even dangerous, maybe even a little boring. He must have been here for an hour now and someone would be bound to realize he was missing. He decided to head back

But which way?

He scanned his surrounding uneasily trying to look for some sort of beacon or arrow that would show him the way. His heart hammered inside his chest as he realized that he was lost. slowly he walked towards thick birch tree, as he approached it , something caught his eye. A glimmer of light in the distance.

The Edge of The Forest!

Feeling the knot in his stomach loosen he ran towards it. A branch scraped his face and a fine stream of blood oozed down his cheek. He dabbed it with his shirt and continued. He pushed a bush aside. His heart sank as soon as he realized that this was not the edge of the forest but a clearing. Feeling hopeless he turned in the direction he came from, blocking away thoughts of how he’d be stuck here forever.

A Roar sounded , and a large flock of birds took flight.

He could feel the ground shaking. he shot his head back and could see it come closer. Towering above him. He made a run for it. Pumped with Adrenaline, he dare not stop. He could hear its thunderous foot steps echo behind him. It was gaining pace. He felt a clawed had take hold of his ankle. He screamed as it dragged him back into the clearing. He rolled onto his back and saw its eye. Its Crimson eye stared hungrily at him, a fierce fire burnt relentlessly. It had a triumphant stare.

Then everything went black.

Devan the lumber jack proudly carried his axe, His blonde hair flowed down to his well built shoulders. He took pride in his job He walked into the forest towards the forest clearing, he started to notice a pair of unusual foot prints. He dismissed it and continued, he pushed the bush aside , and stepped into the clearing. He staggered back in shock. In the centre of the clearing was an eight year old boy, blood soaked and wounded, barely conscious

Ermac…The Blacksmith’s son

He had been attacked , there was a deep wound at the centre of his chest and he was blood soaked. Devan dropped his axe and shot his way to the boy , Carefully carrying him in his muscular arms Devan ran through the forest towards the village.




Ermac held his sister’s hand as he walked around the edge of the forest, He was Thirteen , and his sister was five. He dreaded doing this, but he was forced to baby-sit his sister for the day. Looking at the forest sent chills across his body. The cold and disturbing thoughts that came flooding in-

“What are we going to play?” Said a sweet voice,

Ermac looked down, her face was in a frown , looking up and tugging her brother’s sleeve.

“This spot looks right!” Ermac told her in a fake cheery tone.

They both sat down and started to pass a makeshift ball around.

I sense blood

Ermac stopped and cocked his head back and then sideways, he looked back at his sister who was in her usual frown, but apparently she had heard nothing. The cold dark voice seemed unnervingly familiar.

Take it you fool

Ermac held onto his head as if his neck could no longer support his weight.

These voices were coming from his head!

His thoughts raced back to the moment when he was in the forest, half conscious, the words that played over and over in his head for the past five years. He began to shake violently. He looked at his sister who looked scared, he felt nothing for her. He could feel his mind dull, his blood boiling, his muscles flexing. He let out a cold roar. Powerfully he rose and looked down at his prey…







The beast took in a gulp of air as if starved from it, and let out a second roar. It looked down at the human.

pathetic hardly a worthy prey…

But it had been starved of souls for too long. Cackling manically it lurched forward and pounced on its victim.





Ermac looked at his human hands.

This must have been a dream

Sprinting towards the forest he collapsed, he started throwing up, he couldn’t believe it, he had killed his sister, there was only one thing to do. He would have to kill himself. No one deserved the gruesome death his sister had suffered. He ran through the forest towards the clearing . Grabbing a jagged rock he nestled it carefully on his throat. He took in a deep breath and-

“STOP!” came a cold voice to his left.

Ermac looked straight towards the necromancer.

“Foolish Boy!” The necromancer said as he strode towards Ermac.

Dakrath Ahn

Dakrath Ahn was the village necromancer, he would often bully Ermac any chance he would get. If there was anyone he didn’t want to see now it was Dakrath.

Grabbing the stone from Ermac’s hands with surprising strength he threw it onto the ground.

Ermac looked up at Dakrath , a wide grin was spread across his face.
“I Have seen what you have done, But only Cowards take their lives than bear to live with it!”

Dakrath took a deep breath, started to grin and twirl his goatee , he looked carefully at Ermac as if trying to read his thoughts

“I sense demon blood in you…yes!” Dakrath muttered to himself in a satisfied tone.

What does he mean demon blood?

“W-What do you mean?” Ermac asked, Dakrath looked down at him and seemed to not have heard.

“I will take you in and teach you the great art of necromancy.”

Ermac stumbled backward, a new feeling of fury replaced his grief.

“Who said I would ever want to learn anything from you?” Ermac spat out.

Dakrath grinned widely his eyes bore into Ermac.

“I seen you kill your sister. I can tell you ,teach you, what is becoming of you”

Dakrath moved in closer to Ermac until his nose was hovering a few inches away from Ermac’s.

“Or you can go back to the village and tell them you’ve committed murder, you are half human, and that you could kill without warning.”

Ermac wanted to run, run as far as he could, but he knew Dakrath was right.

“Very Good my apprentice we will travel to the capital, there I shall teach all you need to know”











Ermac stood , his arms stretched in front of him , his eyes closed. Slowly he began to rise into the air. His body began to shake violently. Green energy began to flow across his suspended body.

He opened his eyes

In a sudden motion he jerked up in mid air, both arms extended in front of him, slowly a skeletal minion began to rise from the corpse. Chunks of flesh still attached.

A lone clap from the back of the hall began to rise. It echoed. How he hated the sound of it. He jerked back and there was his master in his vile blood red cloak. Dakrath moved forward ever faster. Ermac could swear he could see the glint of a polished dagger. Ermac paced backwards. Dakrath began to grin menacingly. He grabbed Ermac by the shoulder and thrust his dagger into Ermac’s leg. Ermac howled in pain.

“Today , My Apprentice we will test your blood magic.”

And he pulled the dagger out.

Ermac swore at him.

Dakrath swiftly kicked him in the chest, Ermac fell to the ground and Dakrath Swiftly pinned him down with his foot.

“You will do as I say or I shall kill you!”

Dakrath lifted his foot, Ermac stood up, he spat at the foot of his master. And assumed a ritual stance. Ermac painfully began to incant the blood ritual. His wound throbbing, it slowly began to heal. His energy began to soar.

Kill Him

It was the same voice, that he had heard all those years ago. He suppressed it , he would have his revenge soon enough.

He finished and looked at Dakrath.

“Satisfactory. Tomorrow You will have your final test.”




Dakrath and Ermac stood at the summit of the volcano. Dakrath unsheathed a maroon blade. Carved upon the metal were restless runes. He handed it to Ermac.

“Now my apprentice, Comes your final task before becoming a necromancer. You will Carve your facial pattern.”

Ermac hesitantly eyed the blade and lifted it up to his chin.

“No NO! not like that you fool!” Dakrath Boomed as he grabbed the knife and thrust it into the lava and handed it back.

The glowing blade shined dangerously

Ermac slowly carved five lines onto his face. The hiss and foul stench of his flesh boiling rose a new energy deep within him.

“Good now Hand me back th-”

All the torment, all the rage , all the anger had built up for this moment he would have his revenge,

He could sense his master’s death

His muscles began to flex , and he could feel himself turn into the demon.

He roared.

“I Have Surpassed you…Dakrath” The Demon said , His Dark cold voice echoed,

The Demon thrust the knife into Dakrath, Grabbing Dakrath from his cloak, he threw him into the volcano. He could hear his vile screams and shrieks of his former master. He felt a surge of power as Dakrath’s life was extinguished. He had developed the most powerful Necromancer power of all.

The Aura of the Lich

Slowly he could feel the powers of Dakrath flow through his veins. An Emerald light illuminated Ermac and Protruding from his shoulders, two spikes.

The half demon Ermac climbed down the volcano.

He had become Ermac The Dark one.




Epilogue

Ermac stood perched upon the proud lion facing south, his dark physique blended fluidly with the Krytan night sky. His eyes trailed a couple strolling through an abandoned harbor. Ermac crouched low; his body hungered for their souls

This shall be too easy

Preparing to pounce, he let the scent of their flesh waft through his nostrils.

What is this?

He quickly shot his head to the south,
Suddenly an explosion of light engulfed him, the raw power of it clouded all his sense, he gripped harder at the stone statue, trying to keep himself upright. Once the power had subdued he stood panting, He felt something rising from the south, an unmistaken power. Raw, powerful

And for the taking… he thought.

Although it had lasted for seconds, he had seen it all, an assassination, a powerful cry and an upheaval of an empire. And now he had tackled his foes in the underworld and risen once more.

Shiro Tagachi, he heard the voice of his old master say.

Ermac cackled at the thought of harvesting this new power, he leapt down from the lion and silently crept into one of the alleyways. He contained his power in the deepest reaches of his soul; he would need to appear human or at least close to it to attract the least amount of attention. He grabbed his cloak and slowly covered himself, his pale skin and scars would do no good in keeping himself hidden. He slowly walked towards the docks, until he stood outside one of the largest ships in the dock, lit brightly by candle light.

He began to walk into the ship when two Lionguards blocked his path,

“This ship is off limit to any unauthorized personnel” They said with uniform efficency.

Ermac chuckled, his power raw in his voice, he looked straight into their eyes and felt a new fear rise within them, Rising his hand he extinguished the candle light, and the entire dock fell into darkness,


First watch Sergio watched the docks from his post and observed the cloaked figure that walked towards the ship.

What on earth?

The next minute the entire dock was in darkness, he quickly climbed down from his post and ordered his accompanying Lion guard to follow him

“To the Docks”

With sword in hand the entire company marched on the docks, Sergio quickly leapt on the dock and ran towards the ship, as he slowly approached the dock he let his eyes adjust to the darkness,

The ship was gone.


Ermac stood upon the bridge of the ship surrounded by the bodies of the dead crew, his hand moved in necrotic patterns, guiding the winds, and with it the ship. He gazed southwards at his new future.

His new power.

Excuse the double post. ;o

Name: Kane Bannon
Age: 20
Nationality: Orrian
Profession: Warrior


Born into high a and superior family known well throughout Orr and the neighboring kingdoms, Kane had an easy going life in the palaces that surrounded him with majestic beauty. When he turned 13 on a cold winter fraught day, reports were told that a large unorganized force was gathering outside in the northern kingdoms of Kryta and Ascalon...The Charr. These dreaded beasts wore cruel, wicked armor and hunched over as they stalked across the ground. That week Orrian forces were already gathering to prepare for the fortold onslaught before them. Nothing had happened within a months time, yet one night the sound of the city bells tolled with shivering rings. Next, there was screaming that could be heard all over the city as people were cut down by 7 foot monsters. This could only mean that Kryta and Ascalon have fallen as well, Kane thought as he watched from his palace window at the burning fires that lit the midnight sky. The city guards faught back with as much power that embodied them, but they were overcome and taken to the Charr warcamps that now surrounded the city and slaughtered as a sacrifice to the gods at their shrines. Kane grabbed all his belongings, not knowing where his parents had gone, left the palace and exited the city through the cave that stood beneath the walls of the city. Once Kane was assured he had run far enough, he stopped and rested for three days at the borders of Kryta and Orr. There he was found by a merchant trader from northern Kryta, the man had said the much of the northern kingdoms were destryed adn that only the edge of the Krytan lands were still held under the kingdom's order. The merchant named Laughn took him to a safe refuge on the D'Alessio Seaboard coastal area and they lived there for many years. Seven years later, Kane was fully grown and a strong and healthy, well-hearted man. He had enrolled in the Krytan Army and was trained by the few professional swordsmen that still protected the lands. All of the nations are now aware of this growing threat of the Charr and are all making one last stand to put them back in their northern territories they came from. The time had now come to fight the battle that has been planned by army generals from all over the continent of Tyria for many months. The Krytan Army would make their treck to the overcome city of Lion's Arch that was occupied by the Charr and other forces would make their way to the other captured capitol cities of their nations will full fledged force and power. Now at the Lion's Arch city gates, Kane began to wonder if his parents were still out there aand began to fear deep down inside, for his life. Once he had regained control of his mind, the shouts of men in silver plated armor were already rushing towards the gates. Catapults slung boulders toward the walls in hope to break through. The battle was gruesome and lasted for two days, but the city was taken, they were victorious. The Krytans would now purge the nation of the Charr and hope to help others regain control. The Ascalonians however, could not take Ascalon City from the Charr, they were simply outnumbered and were forced to retreat back to Shiverpeak Mountains. Kane knew this war was not over, for it still raged throughout the land of Tyria...and through his mind.

Name: Kai Taurucis
Nationality: Tyria
Age: 17
Profession: Warrior/Elementalist

Most of Kai's childhood is a mystery. Her family was wiped out by the Stone Summit Dwarves when she was four or five, and she was taken into slavery. She managed to flee when she was ten, stealing an axe from her taskmaster and heading east. After a year of foraging in the snowy wilderness she found a large encampment named Yak's Bend. She was a sight to behold - an eleven-year-old girl with a bloodstained axe and haunted eyes. Kai did not stay at Yak's Bend for long, moving from town to village before anyone could adopt her. At thirteen she came upon Ascalon City and signed up for the militia. Kai was nearly as skilled as the teachers, and more experienced in combat. She was one of the youngest students there, and one of the youngest to graduate (age fifteen) but she was more or less, an adult in a teenager's body. After the Searing, she destroyed as many Charr as she could, following the Prince over the Shiverpeaks to Kryta. Kai remembered her years of slavery to the Stone Summit, and hates them with a passion. She is angry and vengeful to anyone she encounters, but once you get to know her, she's quite nice to be around.
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Name: Gryphon Taurucis
Nationality: Tyrian
Age: 20
Profession: Elementalist

Gryphon was born into a family of powerful mages. He has had an affinity for fire ever since he could walk and has burned things down much too often. He studied pyromancy with an obcession. He became a full-fledged mage at twelve, and was accepted into a little-known order of master pyromancers. At age nineteen he was expelled because he refused to run a raid on a rebellious village. He became embittered and wandered off on his own, believing that everything in life was fated to happen and could not be changed. He was sulking in a small grove when fire rained from the sky, and a band of Charr were upon him. He was too upset/shocked to begin casting and tried to flee, but the Charr managed to surround him. He was saved by a warrior woman, who he later found out was Kai. They formed a fiery and strong friendship at that moment.
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Name:Cairn Taurucis
Age:19
Nationality: Tyrian/Mursaat
Profession: Necromancer/Monk

Cairn is Gryphon's half-brother. Gryphon's father died shortly after he was born, so his mother married a legendary necromancer - who happened to be a quarter Mursaat. As a result, the son of her second marriage had one-eigth Mursaat blood. Cairn's father demanded that he study necromancy as well. Cairn had little choice in the matter. He was sent to a necromancy academy and studied for six years. He was nearly as powerful as his father, but resented necromancy. Cairn met up with Kai and Gryphon when he was taking a nap in a sieged Charr camp. A young woman was stroking one of his Bone Fiends, so he went over and introduced himself. Gryphon shouted "Hey, that's my half-brother!" and there was a bit of a joyous reunion. After that, Cairn chose to adventure with his two new friends. He proudly claims that he can use Spectral Agony - although it's hardly harmful to anything bigger than a cat.
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Name: Ard Ri Taurucis
Age:21
Nationality: Tyrian/Elonian
Profession: Ranger

He was born to Tyrian parents... in Elona. Ard Ri never remembered much of it though, because shortly after his birth, his parents booked passage on the first ship back to Lion's Arch. His parents were merchants, and extremely busy most of the time, so he began adventuring around on his own. He learned archery and it was sixteen years later that he discovered his profession was called "Ranger."
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Name: Shiarra Taurucis
Age:18
Nationality: Canthan
Profession: Mesmer

The daughter of an esteemed nobleman, Shiarra had her every need catered to. She was not happy with the life of a wife and mother, though, and it seemed to be where she was headed. At thirteen she ran off and got on the first boat she could find that was headed anywhere. It turned out to be Shing Jea Island. Somehow she got herself accepted into the monastery, and studied at Shing Jea Monatery for four and a half years. She has a great gift for illusion and mind-magic - so she became a Mesmer.
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Name: Fallenstar Taurucis
Age: 25
Nationality: Elonian/Cat
Profession: Paragon

Fallenstar was born a cat in a clan of warrior felines. She had only one brother, and she killed her mother during birth. The leader of her clan took one look at her downcast eyes and named her Fallenkit. At six months old (when she was no longer a kitten) she was apprenticed to one of the more experienced warriors. Soon after she became a full-fledged warrior herself, and given the warrior name Fallentears. She thought she had her life cut out for her when she was made clan leader - until a freak accident by a group of foolhardy mages turned her and her brother from cat into human. She retained her white pelt in her fair skin and white hair. When Fallenstar was still a cat, she had loved hearing the "Two-legs" singing and playing music - so she enlisted with the Sunspears and became a Paragon. She still acts feline, though. Sometimes.
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Name: Dragonstar Taurucis
Age:25
Nationality: Elonian/Cat
Profession: Dervish

Dragonstar is Fallenstar's sister. They were divided at birth, his sister staying with her mother's clan and he joining his father's clan. He was given the name Dragonkit at birth - because he had a flame-colored patch on his muzzle, sharply contrasting his white fur. He was named Dragonflame when he became a warrior. Later on he was made leader of his clan, and when he was about to share the news with his sister, a freak magical accident turned them both human. Dragonstar did not retain the flame-colored markings. He enlisted in the Sunspears as well, but became a Dervish.
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In the end they all somehow met up in the Battle Isles - Kai, Gryphon and Cairn just looking around, Ard Ri mapping, Shiarra meeting Zaishen people, and Fallenstar and Dragonstar training. They decided to band together and they formed the Taurucis clan.
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Longest post I've done before. I made the history for my Paragon and Dervish from the Warrior Cats series Grr I forgot to put - Taurucis isn't exactly a family name - it's more like a Clan.

Name: Queen Christie
Age: 21
Nationality: Tyria
Profession: Elementalist

Born into a wealthy and noble family, Christie lived with her family in Ascalon in a beautiful estate. Christie studied at the Ascalon Academy of Wizardry along with her best friend, Cynn. The twosome were quite mischief and always played tricks on everyone, the two once lit their professors beard on fire.
Christie was a natrual with fire magic, meaning that she could turn a beautiful lush tree into a pile ash in a matter of seconds. Although, Christie had quite the fiery temper which means if anyone provoked her would loose their hair. As Christie grew older so did her knowledge about the elements, Christie often topped her classes making her classmates envious. But after she graduated from the Academy everythink changed. One day...the skys grew dark and lighting struck everywhere, the Charr had invaded Ascalon! In a matter of seconds everythink around her dissapeared and went black.

Christie awoke in a war torn city, injured and dead were all over the place, Christie desperately ran around trying to find her family, she ran to her estate but all that remained was a crumbling frame and collapsed walls, behind the fallen house rose a giant crystal, Christie fell to her knee's begging Dwyana for help.

Thats all ^^; Don't know what else to write about her :L