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WhistfulSoul:
   You take the role of one of the heroes, chosen to prevent the destruction of both worlds. Despite there being two worlds to explore, your character remains the same. Below is the skeleton for this character. If you have any questions about the Profile or feel you are ready to submit yours, then PM me.

   Character Profile
Username: Your PU username. Include your Skype name so I may more easily reach you.
Name: The name of your character.
Race: What race your character hails from. These include Humans, Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, and Beastlikes. Each has their own advantages and disadvantages. Choose wisely.
Age: How old your character is. It is recommended that your character is not too old and not too young. Somewhere between the ages of ten and twenty five is most likely suitable.
Personality: How your character acts around others or on their own, what kind of traits they have, and most importantly, what qualities within themselves that govern their decisions.
Bio: Who your character is within the World of Man. Provide a brief (no more than three paragraphs) description of how your character grew up. If you wish to be the son/daughter of someone of a certain profession, then say so! If you wish to be educated or not, tell us! REMEMBER, the World of Man can still be considered to be within its Medieval Era, so tailor your character accordingly. And don’t make anything too tragic please. We are heroes of innocence.
Appearance: How your character looks. Describe primarily facial features, (eye/hair/skin color, any details about hair/nose/mouth/ears/etc., height and overall build of your character, and any features that may stick out such as scars or marks upon the body), of your character. You may provide a picture for better reference if you wish.

   Racial Bonuses
Human: Humans are what you would think: normal people with five fingers on each hand and five toes on each foot. They live the normal life of producing and growing. Being what they are, Humans are a strong peoples. They are also very good at crafts, as in smithing and weaving.
Elf: With their pointed ears, tinted skin and skinny figures, Elves are what humans would look like if they were more in touch with nature. Elves live the high life, communing with nature and easing their way through the winds of life. Light on their feet, Elves are much stealthier than the other races. They are also the more diplomatic of the races.
Orc: Orcs are a butchered and violent version of what you might get as the result of a cross between humans and elves. Their lifestyle is a tribal one, where the strongest have the highest status. Being what they are, Orcs are a strong peoples. Orcs are much more resilient than the other races.
Dwarf: If you fused a human with stone, you would get a Dwarf; being surrounded by stones for the duration of their lives, Dwarves are stout and stubborn. They don't have long educations, and more often than not begin some form of work early in life. Dwarves are much more resilient than the other races. They are also very good at crafts, as in smithing and weaving.
Beast: Beastlikes are humans that attempted to join the elves, but nature captured their hearts a little too well. Beast-likes don't have very sophisticated societies, but rather are hunter gatherers, like prides of lions. Being what they are, Beastlikes are a strong peoples. Subject to their senses, Beastlikes are much stealthier than the other races.
Half-Elf - As their name implies, half-elves are born from a human and an elf. Having no homeland, they are flexible in living and rarely judge solely on first impressions. They are natural in the trade of craft and have an affinity for being diplomatic.

   Things that are not allowed:
- Any character from any TV series, cartoon, movie, or manga/book. Your character should be entirely original.
- Any sort of high status for your character, (king/queen, war-chief, high priest, any sort of god). This makes your character a little over-powered.
- Any sort of abilities or weapons. These will be decided throughout the course of the story, and will be made fair to everyone.
- In depth character story. Remember, you are crafting the legend of your hero as the story progresses. Each character will evolve from the normal person they begin as to a true hero, (or villain), to both worlds as time progresses. Do not rush this process. Do not attempt to make it seem like your hero was chosen for any more reason than was already given. You will have plenty of time to develop your character as time progresses.


Fill this out:

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NOTE: Over the course of the story, four more categories will be added to each characters profile. Details will be revealed through story events.

WhistfulSoul:

--- Quote ---Username: WhistfulSoul
Name: Tyrren
Race: Human
Age: 18

Personality: Overall, likes to be in the know. Prefers to retain some form of control over the things around him, including others and the confrontations he finds himself in, but is afraid to step up and prove that he can handle the responsibility. Likes to have things go his way, or in his favor. Loves to learn and to show off his talents. Will not stand up until the moment calls for it. Can be very lazy and does not like being faced with tasks, but knows when they should be taken care of and does so accordingly.

Bio: Tyrren has grown up in a small village his whole life, on the farm that he tends with his father. His mother is a merchant by trade, and is mainly on the road with the village caravan, along with Tyrren’s younger sister and brother. Like most boys his age, he stopped classroom schooling at the age of twelve to help his father, but he continues to teach himself and experiment in the hopes that maybe one day he can impress one of the girls in the village.

Tyrren owns two of the many animals on his farm: Raika, his horse, and Splint, his hound. Tyrren was sent out into the plains by his father to tame the horse when one of the two they already owned had fallen sick and seemed as good as dead. As luck would have it, no sooner had Tyrren returned with the young mustang than their old faithful got up and trotted over to meet the new fellow, effectively granting Tyrren ownership of a new horse. Splint joined the crowd when a few calves and a bull went missing one summer, and Tyrren’s father decided that they needed a watch dog. Tyrren and a few other boys traveled a few towns over to find dogs for their fathers, and they returned after a few days each with their own pup to train.

Besides tending to the crops and animals, spending time with his own pets, and further educating himself, Tyrren likes to spend time at the local forge. One of the only for several leagues, many of the kings men pass through to have weapons or armor repaired. Tyrren has always been allured by the many people who pass through and what new sights they have to offer, but he prides himself on the fact that he helps mend the wounds of the Royal Army’s garments of war, and he hopes that he might become part of it one day as well.

Appearance: Tyrren stands at a total of 6’, and although he is very lanky he has room to build himself up. He has short brown hair that he crops to his right side, and bluish-gray eyes that cannot sit still. He has an even tan from working on the farm, but is egg-white where the tan doesn’t reach. He has a plethora of scars across his body, but the two most prominent are the stretch marks across his back from slouching over the forge and a scratch above his heart from where he fell off Raika while carrying Splint back home and the pup gouged him trying to either hold on or get out. Tyrren has a very wide smile, but the purplish bags under his eyes keeps his facial expressions more on the serious side.


Role: The Knight. Tyrren is one destined for battle and responsibility, along with hardship and trial through strength.
Equipment: Tyrren is donned with the attire of a Royal Guard: a black long-sleeved cloth shirt under a chainmail chestpiece made of a dark metal, covered by a white jerkin with a hood; his hands have dark finger-less bracers with tiered plating that reach halfway up his forearm, which is the same dark metal that the chainmail has, but with a golden trim; beige cloth pants; and black boots that keep his pants tucked neatly in. On his back he has sword and shield: the shield is about the size of a buckler, but in the shape of a heater shield, and it is made of the same metal as the other equipment, with the same gold trim. In the center of the shield is the Royal Emblem: a swirling dragon head, with an orb in the middle, filled with smoke. The sword is about three feet long, with a simple cross-guard and a diamond-shaped pommel that frames a hilt of black leather.
HIDDEN 3: This will progressively be unlocked over time, with more being added as time goes on.
HIDDEN 4: This will be unlocked at a different time for each character, and may possibly change.

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WhistfulSoul:

--- Quote ---Username:Lubbies (Lubbilylub)
Name: Jake
Race: Beast
Age: 19

Personality: Jake doesn’t understand heartache, neither does he understand anger. He is always blissfully content without a worry in the world, this can lead to him being insensitive and downright delusion. However he does have street smarts. He has an almost clairvoyant ability of looking into one’s soul.

Bio: Jake used to have a surname, and a family to match. He was born with the most amazing features, his true mother is unknown to anyone. He had steel silver hair, blood red eyes, large canines and a long silver cat tail. He was found on the doorstep of a human family and was adopted. His family owned a bakery and made a pretty sum of money, he also had a human sister who was smart, kind and not too bad beautywise. Jake on the other hand was dumb as a bag of bricks and not very talkative.

Jake’s childhood was hard, beast-likes weren’t supposed to go to human schools, his parents tried to make him as ‘human-looking’ as possible but he was shunned for his hair and eyes and he never dared show his tail to his peers, he shaved regularly from a very young age, he avoided water at all costs and attempted to file down his fangs to try and fit in. A large fire caused the destruction of the bakery and the death of Jake’s parents resulting in Jake and his sister being penniless on the streets. His sister was struck hard and fell into a deep case of depression leaving Jake the responsibility of taking care of her. Instead of getting a job, Jake found it much easier to steal, because of his nature he didn’t understand that stealing was wrong but he did it anyway and very well at that.

A few years passed and Jake had almost forgotten his old self, forgetting his surname and family. His sister had slowly started acting normally again and by this time Jake had become quite the adept pilferer. His sister pleaded for him to stop and with her help start making a living but Jake only knew the art of thievery so he pledged to his sister that he would only steal from ill-hearted people.

Appearence: Jake is around 5’11” and is quite thin due to not having much food available. He has a messy mop of silver hair which covers his ears but doesn’t touch his collar and dark red eyes. He has a dark green jacket held together with criss-cross lace on the front and a bleached yellow undershirt. For pants he wears long, patched black trousers with a loose belt. He has large black boots with the laces missing. (will attempt to draw in the future.)

Role: The Assassin. Jake is destined to hide in the shadows, and strike at the right moment.
Equipment: Jake wears a hood with a black cloth covering his mouth revealing only his eyes and hair. His pants are black overalls, and a small dagger rests at his side. On his wrists are three throwing knives each, with a pouch on his thigh that contain more should he need them. Opposite his dagger is a rope and hook; the rope is a thick dwarven woven type, and the hook is made of dwarven metal.
HIDDEN 3: This will progressively be unlocked over time, with more being added as time goes on.
HIDDEN 4: This will be unlocked at a different time for each character, and may possibly change.
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WhistfulSoul:

--- Quote ---Username: The-Blades-Slave (Skype: bladedhakima)
Name: Daylin
Race : Human
Age: 20

Personality: The epitome of a gentle giant. He does not speak much, a firm practitioner of the phrase 'actions speak louder than words'. His sleepy look may be misleading, but his eyes are very keen, and he  notices things many would not. He can barely read and write, and people with a higher level of education tend to make him uncomfortable, because he does not know what many of the words they use mean. He is very easily embarrassed about his level of schooling.

Bio: Daylin has worked as a slave his entire life, purchased as a boy by a farmer named Diodoros, who required help tending his farm. He does not remember his parents, but Diodoros, his wife, and his daughter are as good as family to him. He has not had a single day of schooling in his life, but the farmer's wife, Iowen, taught him the basics of reading and writing. He has no time to better his knowledge anymore, because from dawn to dusk he is out in the fields working.

Daylin is very grateful for how he is treated, because he knows he is very lucky. He is given delicious food, and supplied with good clothes. The family's daughter does his laundry for him, and he even has his own room inside the house. The only thing the family asks in return is that he keep up with the farm in Diodoros stead, for he is old now and unable to help with it. He feels forever indebted to them, and works his hardest from sunrise to sunset.

What precious little spare time he has is spent doing odd jobs to earn money to add to his savings. He hopes to one day make enough to buy his freedom from Diodoros, to be in control of his own life. He wants to one day be able to ask a woman's hand in marriage, and have a family of his own. To be able to own his own farm and land, like a man would. He dreams of one day being a free man, and being able to help others like Diodoros helped him.

Appearance: Daylin has a rectangular face with a defined, slightly pointed chin and a sturdy jaw line. His dark emerald eyes are big and spaced evenly apart, sitting below thick eyebrows that seemed to curve as a natural extension of his broad, slightly flat nose. His mouth is always closed in a thin, straight line, and his hair—naturally dark red, but brightened by long days in the sun—is messily shoved back to reveal a wide forehead, and falls to his shoulders. He towers at 6'9", barrel-chested and bull-necked, with thick, muscular arms.

Role: The Berserker. Daylin is destined for great power, but only if he is sure of the path he is walking.
Equipment: Daylin is equipped with large pauldrons, greaves and breastplate over a blue tunic with white sleeves, wrinkled black trousers, and heavy leather boots. He wears gauntlets crafted from a dark metal with cuffs that wrapped around his wrists lead into several interlocking plates that protected the back of his hand, as well as several more interlocking plates that protected his forearm. A royal blue cloak with gold trimming is fastened around his neck, hanging to his ankles. Strapped across his back is double-bladed axe, nearly as long as he is tall. The blades are  mounted to a circular centerpiece, consisting of a steel ring set with ten spikes around the edge, with a single, longer thrusting spike at the top. The haft of the weapon is crafted from onyx, black from the axe-piece down to the grip, leather bound for security. The pommel is of arcane: a small chalice, clutched tight by a wicked three-clawed talon.
HIDDEN 3: This will progressively be unlocked over time, with more being added as time goes on.
HIDDEN 4: This will be unlocked at a different time for each character, and may possibly change.

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WhistfulSoul:

--- Quote ---Username: Flamelass
Name: Neicha Felwood
Race : Beastlike
Age: 21

Personality: She is quiet and shy, easily startled by sudden movements, she usually sneaks carefully when curious. Whenever she gets nervous she puts her mask on. She rather doesn't fight but does protect herself when she's under attack.

Bio: Leia lost pretty much everything to humanity. Bandits, soldiers. It didn't matter, they would all just trample over her land and leave nothing behind. In a desperate attempt she had lent money to set things up. But it didn't work out, and the loan sharks eventually claimed her house and she was left on her own. She was tired of it all and decided to leave and find a different place to live.

Neicha was the new name she took when she became a beast. Just like many others she wished to make change. The humans traveled into the woods in the hopes of being able to join the elves. By getting close to nature, they hoped they would turn into elves. However, fate took another turn and turned the humans into beasts. Most people started panicking, they didn't want to become animals. They wanted to be elves. But with nothing to turn back to, they had to live their lives as they are now.

The group of humans that now became beasts, hid themselves in the forest. Isolating themselves from the outside world. Neicha didn't mind having become a deer. But she accepted helping the other people finding a way to turn back into humans. While foraging for food, she also looks for many kinds of plants, In her own built hut secluded from the rest of the beastman she studies the effects the many kinds of plants have with the little tools she has.

Appearence:


Role: The Healer. Neicha is destined to aid her comrades and fix that which others cannot.
Equipment: Neicha is equipped with a staff that replaced her walking stick, and a sword is strung to her left hip. In her satchel she carries a large tome that details each and every herb, plant and others of the land they are in.
HIDDEN 3: This will progressively be unlocked over time, with more being added as time goes on.
HIDDEN 4: This will be unlocked at a different time for each character, and may possibly change.

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