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[spoiler=Plot]
Ten centuries, shall war endure….one hundred centuries of peace and prosperity…then….The moon will blacken, and none know why……the sparks of long-unused war forges begins anew……nations ready for battle. And one will stand out above the rest…a Messiah for the long-forgotten….and the long buried.

You are such a soldier, and you are being called to war after one hundred centuries of peace. Nations are nervous, and readying war machines…..whispers of the Dark Messiah are abound. And you, a cut above the ordinary soldier, can start on your own. An adventurer…

You are an adventurer. You are a freelancer, and have enlisted in an army. Rumors of Necromancers are going around, yet none can prove nor confirm them. However, you believe there is some truth in these rumors. You desert your faction and head for a nearby city, where an old wizard named Ristavan lives….he may be able to help you…[/spoiler]
[spoiler=App]
Name: (Full name please)
Age: (Anywhere from 22 to 44.)
Gender: Duh.
Class: (Warrior(Sword&Shield), Archer (Bow+Arrow&Daggers), Assassin(Daggers), Mage(Staff and Magic), or Priest(ess) (Divine magic and Longsword))
Personality: Three lines minimum.
Appearance: Three lines minimum.
Bio: Four lines minimum.
Weapons.
Magic Powers.
Divine Powers.
Other. [/spoiler]
[spoiler=Accepted Apps]
[spoiler=TitanKing]Name: Amenitré Paniwi (Amun) (AKA Twilight Acrusnik)
Age: 44 (Appears 14)
Gender: Female
Class: Mage
Personality: Amun is normally a very cheerful girl, but she has been shown to have a dark side and is brutally tactless. Despite her small size Amun has a very large appetite and is constantly seen eating. She has a knack for finding clandestine information with ease, knowing about most things that would seem to be vague details, and is unusually perceptive.
Appearance: Amun is a 4'5 "young" looking female with long flowing blue and white hair. She tends to wear a black and white dress that reaches just above her knees along with stokings. She tends to not wear shoes stating that it stops her from connecting with the earth and her surroundings.
Bio: Will reveal in rp if ok
Weapons. She carries a small Staff known she calls " העולם של האדם" pf the "Law of man". I takes the form a cross with a skull in the middle of it. From the skull their are two horns that extends upwards. Above the horns are two floating halos on ontop of the other.
Magic Powers. Her magic ability is know as the Twilight Acrusnik hence the nickname. Unlike most her power takes to different forms. One is know as the Right hand of Haborym the other is the Left hand of Yahweh. The hand of Yahweh gives her the ability to slightly heal others, create energy constructs and repair small things.
With the Right hand of Haborym she is able to absorb and/or redirect small energy attacks, corrupt other and have them work for her, Manipulate black fire to a degree, and breaking down small things.
Divine Powers:
Other. Her blood has the ability to heal or hurt other depending on which side of her body it came from. Due to have two opposite powers she is unable to use them fully this limiting her abilities to the above abilities, and can only use one at a time.
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[spoiler=Flandre Scarlet]Name: Riefel Ar'klien (often Nicknamed "The Shadowcaster" and sometimes "The Dark Angel")
Age: How old she looks is actually determined by her Magic, but Chronologically, She is 42 years old
Gender: Female
Class: Mage (Although she dabbles a little in the Fighter Class)
Personality: She always does what is necessary for her to survive, Prompting her to steal and such, but she is somewhat honor-bound and often tries to find a way to atone for her crimes, but fate often does not allow her to do so. Under bouts of being possessed by her Dark Magic, She is filled with Malice and often goes after others, This often prompts her to keep away from large crowds, just in case she has those moments. She is also afraid of being hated by others...
Appearance: Due to her Shapeshifting, her Appearance is varied, but She actually has 2 main forms... She often looks like an innocent little girl, Black robes that reveal her face, which contains purple eyes, Pale white skin, and Black hair. other times, She looks much older with Blue eyes, Somewhat darker skin, and black hair, and a very decent bust, Her robes are also hooded in that form to cover her face except for her beautiful blue eyes. Both of her main forms have black wings made of darkness, Small ones for her little girl form and larger ones for her older main form. When casting spells, Her eyes turn Indigo for most spells. When her eyes turn black, She's bringing out the big guns and it's your cue to run...
[spoiler=Bio:] [acronym='inb4icwutudidthar']Reifel's life was always filled with Grief[/acronym], Her parents were killed by bandits while she was 10 while they were walking home from their job, teaching at a school of combat magic. Aspiring to be like her parents, She went to school for magic but she did not have much gold to keep up with her living and her tuition, so she ran away from her home and city to live off of nature, however, 2 years later, after she ran away from home, She found some ruins of an ancient library in a cave, untouched by time and man, she had read some of the books and learned the long forgotten Dark Magic. That magic was enough for her to suffice, but as she went out of the cave and tried her first spell in her new Arsenal, "Flight", Riefel materialized small Black wings, Unlike other Mage Flight Spells, where they often materialize White Wings or no wings at all. but unfortunately for her, they did not go away, leading to fears of not being accepted in the village, she returned to her village and found to her surprise that people were worried about her, allowing her to feel happiness in her life for the first time in years. She trained her Dark Magic Abilities in a nearby forest, where some people actually came to watch...

28 years later, As Rumors of the Dark Messiah came about, people became wary of Riefel, due to her Wings that still exist this very day, and in some cases, her Dark magic, She hid within the village, she refused to let anyone see her except anyone she could trust. Grief overcame her again and as it did, She had unconsciously cast a spell that had made her look like just after she learned Dark Magic, except with a Robe covering her. Looking at herself, She found renewed vigor and continued training, deeper into the forest, Until 5 years later, She Ran away the second time, This time, forever...

It was 7 years after running away when she realized that the Dark Messiah could have been spreading Distrust to the nations, so she started adventuring, She started off for a city to look for a certain wizard to help shed some light on her guesses...[/spoiler]
Weapons: She carries a Bladed Staff known as "Maledictus umbra falce". A Symmetrical Black Staff with 4 short, Curved Blades on the sides of it, 2 on each side.
Magic Powers: As her Nicknames Implies, Her Magic power is centered around powerful Dark Magic, This Particular Magic type has very abnormal effects on it's users, sometimes spurring out of control, Sometimes it's even capable of corrupting the shape of the user, giving her abnormalities. This Magic Type is an ancient and sometimes also called "Forgotten Magic" as it's unpredictable Nature causes only a few people to wield it. She knows a lot of spells, Mainly Materialization, Buffing, and Combat Spells, she is not capable of performing Healing spells. Her Dark Magic also allows her to Shape-shift into different people as well..
Divine Powers: None, Her Dark Magic also keeps her from obtaining Divine Powers
Other: Her wings are permanent in her main forms, Her Shapeshifting is also not perfect, Sometimes forgetting to ditch the wings and sometimes forgetting to change her eye color.
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Name: Dyriun el'Velkka-el
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Class: Priest of the Iron Brotherhood.

Personality: Dyriun is a hard and unforgiving man, like the Iron Gods he worships. He has a very clear moral code which he does not deviate from, regardless of the harm it will do to him or those he is allied with. He sees mercy and compromise as signs of weakness. While harsh, he is also deliberate. He will think through actions before preforming them, but once he has reached a decision, it would take a miracle of the gods to sway him from his path.
Appearance: He is a tall and broad man. Nearly 6'10", he is wide shouldered and muscular. He wears the Devotion of the Iron, chains of iron that have been bound around his body, from his arms/legs to his torso and around his neck. These have been heated until they have seared and fused with his flesh. Once bound to the Iron, none may leave its service. Over this, he wears a light chainmail shirt and a large coarse robe, which covers the entirety of his body. The robe is woven with scales of iron so that it shines in sunlight. He has a strong jaw line covered in thin stubble. He has jet black hair which he keeps in a short military cut. There is a wide streak of white cutting through his hair on his left side, marks of a blow to the head when he was young. He has ice-blue eyes and a large, almost neandrathal brow. If he were ever to smile (which he won't), you would see that all his teeth have been capped in iron, with runes carved into each one.

Bio: Dyriun came into the Brotherhood later than most of his order. At 36, he had been a charismatic and brilliant officer in the Korval Empire. He was, however, not without enemies. Hired assassins struck at him while he was traveling on the road, doing a spot check on some of the more isolated outposts. Mortally wounded, the assassins left him for dead. As he lay there, his lifeblood bleeding out under him, a priest of the Iron Brotherhood happened upon him. Using fire and iron, he cauterized the wound, saving Dyriun's life. However, it is not in the Brotherhood's way to care for a sick man. So the priest sat and watched, and waited. Dyriun, still on Death's doorstep lay there in fever, listening to the priest talk about the Iron Gods, and the way of the Brotherhood. How one must burn the weakness from oneself alone, for all are truly alone before the Iron. Slowly, day by day, Dyriun grew stronger, and as he grew stronger, he gave up parts of his humanity, burned away by the iron as surely as chaff is burned away before the flame. When, a fortnight later, he at last stood, the priest initiated him into the Brotherhood of Iron. 4 years later, Dyriun stood at the head of the order, ready to sweep upon the land with all the strength of the Iron and purge the land of any weakness he found.

Weapons: Dyriun carries a bar of unworked iron around as his weapon. It is about the length of a claymore, and as thick around as his wrist. the "handle" is wrapped in leather for easy gripping. Across its length, runes for power and might have been melted in.

Magic Powers: Dyriun's body is as hard as iron. A typical blow from a sword will leave, at best, a superficial cut. His perception of pain has been radically altered and diminished, which means he can take huge amounts of damage and only feel a portion of it. He also as an affinity for iron, he can both sense where it is, and find weak points within it.

Divine Powers: The chains that wrap his body are forged with the secret prayers of the Brotherhood and are nearly indestructible. He can call upon the Gods of Iron to enter into a state of beserk rage, attacking all around him, ally and foe. This causes such a strain on his muscles that he has no more strength than that of a 3 month old babe for several days afterward. He carries a special tonic that can speed up the healing process by a day or two.

Other: His favorite color is gray, the color of iron.
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[spoiler=Mine]
Name: Grith O’Yeal.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Class: Warrior
Personality: Grith is a friendly soul, and helps those in need. With a booming laugh and a love of ale, Grith is the life of the party. He rarely raises his voice in anger, and loves to party. Although overfond of barmaids, Grith is the type to never let his friends down. He’s the guy you want on your side, and not just for the funny jokes.
Appearance: Grith has a rather grizzled appearance, like that of a bear. He is a large man, weighing in at 300 pounds of muscle. His black beard is nothing but stubble, and he strokes it when he thinks. He has a scar across his torso, a painful reminder of the first time he lost a fight. He has kind eyes, the color of the sky, and hair like the blackest night. His hands are rough, but gentle, and he never abuses his physical gifts.
[spoiler=Bio]: Grith came from a soldier family, descended from a legendary general. As an infant, he grew up listening to war stories from his father, and admiring the myriad of weaponry on the walls. He never knew his mother, and had a wet nurse from the moment he was born. From what his father said, he gathered that his mother died in a raid when his father was not there. At the age of eight, his father instructed him in swordplay, and covered all kinds of weapons. Eventually, Grith showed a likeness for the bastard sword, a deadly one-handed sword that is quite difficult to wield, as the blade is larger and heavier than most one-handed weapons. Grith joined the army after his father died, and he was only 25. He eventually rose up to the rank of Major, and soon became one of the most skilled soldiers in the company. Then came the rumors of Necromancers. When he first heard the rumors, Grith abandoned the company in the night, and went back to his old home. It had been boarded up for years, but Grith broke the boards as easily as an enemy neck, and headed towards the attic. Dragging aside floorboards, he pulled out an old chest. Inside were notes about how his mother died, and who killed her. Years before, the Necromancers had raided the house. Griths mother hid him in the very same place the chest was in, and the Necromancers never found him. But they killed his mother. Also in the notes, there were instructions on what he should do if the Necromancers ever came back. Grith headed toward an old friend of his fathers, a wizard named Ristavan…..[/spoiler]
Weapons: Grith wields a Bastard Sword made of steel, and reinforced with magic. The edge is always keen, and the blade cannot break. It is his only weapon. He carries with him also an oaken shield with minor enchantments.
Magic Powers: None.
Divine Powers: None.
Other: N/A. [/spoiler][/spoiler]
Rules
All of YCM rules.
No Gmodding.
No metagaming.
No OPed moves.
No wacky storylines are allowed without my personal go-ahead.
Other
I need a co-host, first person to join will be offered the position.
Minimum of four characters need to join before the IC will go up.
Cap of 8 people can join, then I will no longer accept apps.
NEW RULE!
NO. MORE. GODDAMN. MAGES. We have too many people using a sword, and too many people using magic. Any more joinees will need to choose either pure Archer, pure Assassin, or pure Priest(ess). Good god people.
Anything missing?
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Name: Dyriun el'Velkka-el
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Class: Priest of the Iron Brotherhood.

Personality: Dyriun is a hard and unforgiving man, like the Iron Gods he worships. He has a very clear moral code which he does not deviate from, regardless of the harm it will do to him or those he is allied with. He sees mercy and compromise as signs of weakness. While harsh, he is also deliberate. He will think through actions before preforming them, but once he has reached a decision, it would take a miracle of the gods to sway him from his path.
Appearance: He is a tall and broad man. Nearly 6'10", he is wide shouldered and muscular. He wears the Devotion of the Iron, chains of iron that have been bound around his body, from his arms/legs to his torso and around his neck. These have been heated until they have seared and fused with his flesh. Once bound to the Iron, none may leave its service. Over this, he wears a light chainmail shirt and a large coarse robe, which covers the entirety of his body. The robe is woven with scales of iron so that it shines in sunlight. He has a strong jaw line covered in thin stubble. He has jet black hair which he keeps in a short military cut. There is a wide streak of white cutting through his hair on his left side, marks of a blow to the head when he was young. He has ice-blue eyes and a large, almost neandrathal brow. If he were ever to smile (which he won't), you would see that all his teeth have been capped in iron, with runes carved into each one.

Bio: Dyriun came into the Brotherhood later than most of his order. At 36, he had been a charismatic and brilliant officer in the Korval Empire. He was, however, not without enemies. Hired assassins struck at him while he was traveling on the road, doing a spot check on some of the more isolated outposts. Mortally wounded, the assassins left him for dead. As he lay there, his lifeblood bleeding out under him, a priest of the Iron Brotherhood happened upon him. Using fire and iron, he cauterized the wound, saving Dyriun's life. However, it is not in the Brotherhood's way to care for a sick man. So the priest sat and watched, and waited. Dyriun, still on Death's doorstep lay there in fever, listening to the priest talk about the Iron Gods, and the way of the Brotherhood. How one must burn the weakness from oneself alone, for all are truly alone before the Iron. Slowly, day by day, Dyriun grew stronger, and as he grew stronger, he gave up parts of his humanity, burned away by the iron as surely as chaff is burned away before the flame. When, a fortnight later, he at last stood, the priest initiated him into the Brotherhood of Iron. 4 years later, Dyriun stood at the head of the order, ready to sweep upon the land with all the strength of the Iron and purge the land of any weakness he found.

Weapons: Dyriun carries a bar of unworked iron around as his weapon. It is about the length of a claymore, and as thick around as his wrist. the "handle" is wrapped in leather for easy gripping. Across its length, runes for power and might have been melted in.

Magic Powers: Dyriun's body is as hard as iron. A typical blow from a sword will leave, at best, a superficial cut. His perception of pain has been radically altered and diminished, which means he can take huge amounts of damage and only feel a portion of it. He also as an affinity for iron, he can both sense where it is, and find weak points within it.

Divine Powers: The chains that wrap his body are forged with the secret prayers of the Brotherhood and are nearly indestructible. He can call upon the Gods of Iron to enter into a state of beserk rage, attacking all around him, ally and foe. This causes such a strain on his muscles that he has no more strength than that of a 3 month old babe for several days afterward. He carries a special tonic that can speed up the healing process by a day or two.

Other: His favorite color is gray, the color of iron.

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Name: Riefel Ar'klien (often Nicknamed "The Shadowcaster" and sometimes "The Dark Angel")
Age: How old she looks is actually determined by her Magic, but Chronologically, She is 42 years old
Gender: Female
Class: Mage (Although she dabbles a little in the Fighter Class)
Personality: She always does what is necessary for her to survive, Prompting her to steal and such, but she is somewhat honor-bound and often tries to find a way to atone for her crimes, but fate often does not allow her to do so. Under bouts of being possessed by her Dark Magic, She is filled with Malice and often goes after others, This often prompts her to keep away from large crowds, just in case she has those moments. She is also afraid of being hated by others...
Appearance: Due to her Shapeshifting, her Appearance is varied, but She actually has 2 main forms... She often looks like an innocent little girl, Black robes that reveal her face, which contains purple eyes, Pale white skin, and Black hair. other times, She looks much older with Blue eyes, Somewhat darker skin, and black hair, and a very decent bust, Her robes are also hooded in that form to cover her face except for her beautiful blue eyes. Both of her main forms have black wings made of darkness, Small ones for her little girl form and larger ones for her older main form. When casting spells, Her eyes turn Indigo for most spells. When her eyes turn black, She's bringing out the big guns and it's your cue to run...
[spoiler=Bio:] [acronym='inb4icwutudidthar']Reifel's life was always filled with Grief[/acronym], Her parents were killed by bandits while she was 10 while they were walking home from their job, teaching at a school of combat magic. Aspiring to be like her parents, She went to school for magic but she did not have much gold to keep up with her living and her tuition, so she ran away from her home and city to live off of nature, however, 2 years later, after she ran away from home, She found some ruins of an ancient library in a cave, untouched by time and man, she had read some of the books and learned the long forgotten Dark Magic. That magic was enough for her to suffice, but as she went out of the cave and tried her first spell in her new Arsenal, "Flight", Riefel materialized small Black wings, Unlike other Mage Flight Spells, where they often materialize White Wings or no wings at all. but unfortunately for her, they did not go away, leading to fears of not being accepted in the village, she returned to her village and found to her surprise that people were worried about her, allowing her to feel happiness in her life for the first time in years. She trained her Dark Magic Abilities in a nearby forest, where some people actually came to watch...

28 years later, As Rumors of the Dark Messiah came about, people became wary of Riefel, due to her Wings that still exist this very day, and in some cases, her Dark magic, She hid within the village, she refused to let anyone see her except anyone she could trust. Grief overcame her again and as it did, She had unconsciously cast a spell that had made her look like just after she learned Dark Magic, except with a Robe covering her. Looking at herself, She found renewed vigor and continued training, deeper into the forest, Until 5 years later, She Ran away the second time, This time, forever...

It was 7 years after running away when she realized that the Dark Messiah could have been spreading Distrust to the nations, so she started adventuring, She started off for a city to look for a certain wizard to help shed some light on her guesses...[/spoiler]
Weapons: She carries a Bladed Staff known as "Maledictus umbra falce". A Symmetrical Black Staff with 4 short, Curved Blades on the sides of it, 2 on each side.
Magic Powers: As her Nicknames Implies, Her Magic power is centered around powerful Dark Magic, This Particular Magic type has very abnormal effects on it's users, sometimes spurring out of control, Sometimes it's even capable of corrupting the shape of the user, giving her abnormalities. This Magic Type is an ancient and sometimes also called "Forgotten Magic" as it's unpredictable Nature causes only a few people to wield it. She knows a lot of spells, Mainly Materialization, Buffing, and Combat Spells, she is not capable of performing Healing spells. Her Dark Magic also allows her to Shape-shift into different people as well..
Divine Powers: None, Her Dark Magic also keeps her from obtaining Divine Powers
Other: Her wings are permanent in her main forms, Her Shapeshifting is also not perfect, Sometimes forgetting to ditch the wings and sometimes forgetting to change her eye color.

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Name: Amenitré Paniwi (Amun) (AKA Twilight Acrusnik)
Age: 44 (Appears 14)
Gender: Female
Class: Mage
Personality: Amun is normally a very cheerful girl, but she has been shown to have a dark side and is brutally tactless. Despite her small size Amun has a very large appetite and is constantly seen eating. She has a knack for finding clandestine information with ease, knowing about most things that would seem to be vague details, and is unusually perceptive.
Appearance: Amun is a 4'5 "young" looking female with long flowing blue and white hair. She tends to wear a black and white dress that reaches just above her knees along with stokings. She tends to not wear shoes stating that it stops her from connecting with the earth and her surroundings.
Bio: Will reveal in rp if ok
Weapons. She carries a small Staff known she calls " העולם של האדם" pf the "Law of man". I takes the form a cross with a skull in the middle of it. From the skull their are two horns that extends upwards. Above the horns are two floating halos on ontop of the other.
Magic Powers. Her magic ability is know as the Twilight Acrusnik hence the nickname. Unlike most her power takes to different forms. One is know as the Right hand of Haborym the other is the Left hand of Yahweh. The hand of Yahweh gives her the ability to slightly heal others, create energy constructs and repair small things.
With the Right hand of Haborym she is able to absorb and/or redirect small energy attacks, corrupt other and have them work for her, Manipulate black fire to a degree, and breaking down small things.
Divine Powers:
Other. Her blood has the ability to heal or hurt other depending on which side of her body it came from. Due to have two opposite powers she is unable to use them fully this limiting her abilities to the above abilities, and can only use one at a time.

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W.I.P

Name: Amenitré Paniwi (Amun) (AKA Twilight Acrusnik)
Age: 39 (Appears 14)
Gender: Female
Class: Mage
Personality: Amun is normally a very cheerful girl, but she has been shown to have a dark side and is brutally tactless. Despite her small size Amun has a very large appetite and is constantly seen eating. She has a knack for finding clandestine information with ease, knowing about most things that would seem to be vague details, and is unusually perceptive.
Appearance: Three lines minimum.
Bio: Four lines minimum.
Weapons.
Magic Powers. (Twilight Acrusnik) Right hand of Haborym - Left hand of Yahweh -
Divine Powers:
Other.
[/quote]Looks good so far, thanks for joining :D
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I'm veryy sorry D: I've been busy so I haven't been able to work on the apps... I will try to bust them out and finish them tomorrow after school
[/quote] <_< well hurry up.

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Name: Cody Vallence
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Class: Warrior
Personality: Cody is normally a happy person though he can sometimes be a little harsh. He is also very honest and can sometimes seem mean because of his honesty. He tries to make everyone happier and always tries to lighten the mood unless the situation is too bad for him. Because he doesn’t remember his child hood he is sometimes mysteries though he is normally an open book. He also works best when it is just him and Kori.
Appearance: Cody is about 5”9’ and 170 Pounds. Because he is so short and skinny he is often portrayed as weak though he is actually fairly strong and can win most fights he gets in. He has white skin a scar on his back. He has blue eyes and brown hair. He normally wears black jeans and a shirt that normally is covered by his zipped up jacket. He also wears a silver ring on the middle finger of his right hand and a chain attached to his wallet. He also carries a great sword that is wrapped in cloth on his back.
Bio: Cody doesn’t remember anything before he was eighteen. The first thing he remembers is being found in a forest by Ristavan who took him in for a while and helped him for a few years. We Cody was 21 he left and went off to find something he wasn’t really sure why he needed to find. At 23 he got into a bad crowed and when he tried to get out at 25 they all attacked him. One of the members stroke him with a metal poll three time on his back leaving a long gash from his right shoulder blade to his lower back. After waking up in an unknown place he met Kori who nursed him back to life. After Cody was back to normal he asked Kori to come with him as he continued to search for what he didn’t know.
Weapons: He has a great sword wrapped in clothe that he seldom uses.
Magic Powers: Cody can create weapons out of thin air.
Divine Powers: The great sword on his back filled Cody with power and He uses the sword to fight.
Other:


Name: Kori Salazar
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Class: Priestess
Personality: Kori is always nice to others. She is normally very happy but gets sad when something happens to Cody or if something really bad happens. She tries to cheer others up when they are sad. She is also usually very hyper and upbeat. She always forgives others even though they don’t deserve forgiveness. She tends to trust the wrong people and has trust issues because of it.
Appearance: Kori is about 5”2’ and about 110 pounds. She has caramel colored skin with a spray of freckles across her nose. She has brown eyes and brown hair that she normally keeps straight. She usually wears a decorative flower in her hair. She normally wears black and purple clothing. Usually Shorts with a purple tank top under a black shirt.
Bio: As a child Kori lost both her parent. Her mother died shortly after she was born and her father left her as a baby. The family that found her raised her until she was 15 when she left home. For a while she lived alone in a house next to a river by a forest. When she was 17 she found Cody floating in the river and pulled him to shore. She brought him into her house and healed his wounds. As he regained his strength they grew closer and she began to look at him like family. When he asked her to come with her she couldn’t say no.
Weapons: She doesn’t use one.
Magic Powers: She can heal wounds whether they are minor or major.
Divine Powers: She uses light to form a blade like thing and throws it at whatever she is aiming for.
Other:


Sorry it took so long.. Hope it's good enough

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[font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Since the boredom of YCM has exceeded my expectations, I'll apply.

[size=2][color=#696969]Name: Xelto Z. Adara
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Class: Warrior/Mage (He has a characteristic of a Warrior, but lacks a shield and staff and uses primarily a sword and magic secondarily)
[spoiler=Personality:][/color][/size][/font]
[size=2][color=#696969][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Stricken with an unsure view point of the world, he knows just as much as the common man, but seeks the knowledge that only the libraries of the cosmos contain. With such an perspective of the world, he is always interested in many things, always fascinated. Whether in the thick of battle or in the worst environments of the world, he generally seems to have a positive attitude about the world, often learning many new things about people, the world, everything; with the goal of achieving the knowledge of the cosmos, his determination comes from his perspective.[/font][/color][/size]

[size=2][color=#696969][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]However, his attitude towards the world has left him clueless about other people as well, often inflicted harsh, sometimes cynical words upon them; without realizing it, he sometimes hurts those around him; the vice versa can be applied as well. Without the intention to, he can heal the morals of some, and inspire others to become stronger in their weakest areas of being. His double-edged personality upon people can be quite deadly, and as such it's not always advised to take him too seriously in a verbal argument, no matter how correct his standing is. Also in addition to his attitude towards people in general, he has no current desire for erotic or romantic relationships.[/font][/color]

[color=#696969]Despite his carefree and bright attitude on life, he almost always seems to anger his opponents. While he's fighting with a gleeful smile and how he savors the moment as a learning experience, he sometimes mocks the other, usually hitting a nerve. Generally, Xelto is a very hurtful person and he doesn't even do it intentionally. Should he however, get a box of tissues or have your friends hold you back.[/color][color=#696969][/spoiler][/color]
[color=#696969][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif][spoiler=Appearance:][/font][/color][/size]
[size=2][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][color=#696969]Standing at alone a 6' 4" height, Xelta's pale body is more tone'd than built, using a 2:1 time ratio to help improve his muscular characteristics (he tones his body twice as long as he does muscle build when applicable); his physique has been desired by those who've seen him as a prize for sexual compassion. However, despite his physical tone, his hair is a somewhat complimenting feature to his being; long, dark, and very thick, his hair reaches to the Lumbar vertebrae area, around the L3 and L4 bones. Despite his long hair, his face is clearly visible, even to the laugh lines from his enjoyment: silver eyes, decently pronounced jaw and cheeks, and a very wide grin is all that is needed to describe his facial structure.[/color][/font]

[font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][color=#696969]Always worn, he has ankle, wrist, and torso weights, made of pure steel, they usually noticed by his sometimes slow movements; they are rarely taken off unless a fight has become dire, where it is demanded of him to take them off. Shrouding these weights are fairly loose clothes, his protection is already worn at all times (his weights). With the free-breathing clothing, his movements aren't as restricted compared to those wearing full suits of armor.[/spoiler][/color][/font][/size]
[size=2][color=#696969][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][spoiler=Bio][/font][/color]
[color=#696969][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]His early childhood was somewhat boring and highly deprived, lacking any real useful knowledge or anything exciting. He sat at home alone, with no one to watch him. Soon, he left his home, and joined a travelling group of freelancers who cared for him. One of them was a Mage, who often told stories about the Magics of the Cosmos. Despite his fascination with the Cosmos, Xelta took a more melee path, using Magic as a back-up. Many years past, and since he has traveled with the freelancers who have treated him somewhat like a family, fighting with them on the front lines, supporting anyone who needed their help, he has taken a liking to the Mage, reflecting his personality traits more or less. However, since he was more Warrior like, he rarely had a chance to learn Magic from his favorite. Eventually, the Mage passed away, and Xelta was left all the Mage's personal belongings: books, scrolls, maps, etc. He couldn't fathom a place to start his excitement. He never knew one could have possession of such knowledge. Peering through the diary of the Mage, he read something about the wizard Ristavan, and how the Mage was going to soon suggest Xelta to go to him.[/spoiler][/font][/color][/size]
[size=2][color=#696969][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Weapons: A Steel Longsword with no special attributes. The blade is 3' exactly, the hilt being 10", it was given to him by the Mage. At the base of the blade, a symbol is inscribed there. Xelta assumed it had no special meaning other than it was to remember the Mage by.[/font][/color]

[color=#696969][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Magic Powers:[/font][/color][/size]
[color=#696969][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]Re-Tone- More of an ability than a Magic Power, it taps into the person's Magic source, and uses it to increase the durability of the muscles. This is a sustained skill, so it uses Magic constantly. It's effectiveness is dependent on how much Magic is used. It can be used on the entire body or a specific location.[/size][/font][/color]
[color=#696969][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]Sense Handicap- Disables the use of one of the 5 senses (Sight, Smell, etc), and heightens the capabilities of the other senses.[/size][/font][/color]
[font="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"][size="1"][color="#696969"]Core Strength- Drains the Magic source till nearly empty and uses the energy to restrengthen the body's capabilities. A final resort move, when its effects have resolved, the user goes under heavy fatigue and pain.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=#696969][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]Divine Powers: N/A[/size][/font][/color]
[size=2][color=#696969][font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Other: [/font][/color]

[color=#696969][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]It's not a completed version, as there is many things needed to be completed. I just want to know your thoughts on it so far so I can make appropriate changes should they be needed. [/font][/color][/size]

[size=2][color=#696969][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Notes: I have no idea what to put in Other, and I want to know if a class crossover is acceptable (i.e A warrior w/ limited mage capabilities).[/font][/color][/size]

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