[CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post Reply
User avatar
Fluffking
Sr. Member
Posts: 964
Joined: Sun Mar 12, 2017 5:34 pm
Gender: Male
Location: Somewhere secretive
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by Fluffking » Tue May 09, 2017 5:25 pm

Secondary character:

Name: Jason Shyleaf. (Jay Ironfern)
Age: 5563 (looks to be early in the 20's)
Gender: Male.
Race: Elf.
Position: Bounty hunter, sword for hire, assasin, you've got the money he'll do about anything.

Bio:
Jason grew up in a military house of the elves. His father being knight captain to the elven monarchy expected quite a lot from Jason teaching him how to use most to all weapons with the greatest of ease and precision. After a terrible accident Jason's father died on a hike with Jason, feeling guilty and as if it was his fault Jason fled the scene never to look back. He changed his name from Jay Ironfern to Jason Shyleaf.
Having no way of gaining money he began selling his expertice in combat. He had no morale of whatever job he got and tried everything from security to pillager. He defended at least as many lives as he took. 76 years ago the elven monarchy summoned Jason to hunt down a fugitive dark-kin( dark-elf-page 4 Devon), he were to retrive the dark elf, whether it'd be alive or dead mattered little to them, they just wanted him back.

Appearance:
Jason is tall, standing at almost 2,25 meters(roughly 7 feet+a little). He's clad in light armor ranging from leather to tailored hide. With him at all times he carries a long rapier like sword with a broad blade, a crossbow, a long bow, 2 daggers, one rougly 30 centimerterslong(1 foot) the other roughly 10cm. His skin is pale with the slighest touch of a tan. He's scarred all over the body, most noticibly across his face from his left temple down towards the right nostril.

Personality:
He's a battlehardened character whom have been stained by the death of both friends and enemies. His harsh personality makes him seem like he's a tough person, but really his a compasionate person who wants nothing more than get over his fathers death and settle down with a nice young maiden.
Last edited by Fluffking on Tue Sep 12, 2017 12:43 pm, edited 2 times in total.
You feel like you know me? Don't be so sure, I decided what you know.

User avatar
Arion Queen
Bronze
Posts: 1232
Joined: Mon Jan 23, 2017 4:55 am
Location: North
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by Arion Queen » Mon Sep 11, 2017 5:39 am

(A nudge for those interested)
On silent wings I fly, age, nor strength, nor wisdom defy me. For I consume all.

User avatar
MattieD
Sr. Member
Posts: 745
Joined: Mon Mar 27, 2017 5:58 am
Location: Arizona
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by MattieD » Mon Sep 11, 2017 4:02 pm

Thanks will be working on mine soon I promise ^_^>

User avatar
syntheticdeity
Member
Posts: 442
Joined: Mon Jan 23, 2017 4:52 am
Gender: Neither
Location: In the hiatus box
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by syntheticdeity » Tue Sep 12, 2017 2:49 am

Name: Ember Saremin
Age: 113
Gender: Female
Race: Elf Mage
Position: Hunter/Small shop owner
Bio:
Ember had been born into a small village of elves, and had quickly learnt of her magical properties, practicing enchantments, wand and stave making as well as charms. Instead of becoming a shaman she had decided to be a huntress, the best in her village in fact, until they had found a group of savages. These savages followed them back to their peaceful town and then burned it to the ground, her parents had died in the fire. Ember had eventually returned the morning after, taking any belongings that she had left and started a trek to the Empire's capital. She sought refuge, and soon enough put her knowledge of how to make hunting supplies to use, and her knowledge of trails and where the most game and the least game are.
Appearance:
Ember wears earrings of a strange rock and one of her own bonecharms and necklaces around her neck. She often wears a short dusk-orange dress, and wears a circlet for formal meetings.

Image

Name: Skyde Windecor
Age: 967
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Position: Royal Engineer/Alchemist
Bio:
Skyde was born into a long line of locksmiths and clockmakers, over the years her hands became more and more precise, her pinpoint movement has helped her put together the magnificent machines she makes. Skyde works to invent things to make the Empire better, some things she keeps for her use only, some she shares with the empress. She lives just outside the city in Red Vale's, Veiled Tower, she claims the seclusion helps her focus, and in the recent 300 years she had taken up learning alchemy. Thus also taking the job to help care for the royal family and other higher-ups if they fall sick along with others appointed with the job as she makes the cures. Skyde takes great pride in her work, as she is one of the few who has her jobs, and she knows she has to do a great lot to make sure others don't take her place.
Appearance:
Skyde doesn't have the antler's and she usually wears robes like that of east Asia traditional robes in addition to a monocle capable of zooming while she works.

Image
Go on hiatus? Again?

TheDarkOne
Member
Posts: 420
Joined: Wed Apr 26, 2017 1:41 pm
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by TheDarkOne » Tue Sep 12, 2017 7:01 am

Name: Dorian Darkstride

Age: Even he is has forgotten his age, being I'm one of the ancient beings walking the world.

Gender: Male

Race: Phoenix
Once a dominant force at the beginning of the world, a mixture of human and the aspect of fire, there is only one left in the world. Each Phoenix is made up of two parts, the human and the spirit of fire inside them, and it is the spirit that makes them unique. Usually taking the form of a bird or a small dragon, they allow the Phoenix to use some of the most powerful fire magic ever seen, physically manifesting itself to allow the Phoenix to fly, making then immortal and most important, making it's user near invulnerable. For when the Phoenix is struck down, it's body turns to solid stone and the spirit is released temporarily, before fusing again and reviving them. However at this point the Phoenix is badly winded, and needs to retreat, as continuous deaths will eventually kill both the host and the spirit. Very little is known about their race, although it is thought that they perished in a war against a dark force before the records began. All but one.

Position: An antagonist, still working out the motives.

Bio: Dorian wasnt originally known as Darkstride. In the early days of the earth, when his race had just begun, he lived peacefully on an island now sunk below the waves. His people were immensely powerful, able to incinerate anyone who tried to harm them and before long the small budding race had become a vast kingdom, conquering the lands of the early humans who inhabited the nearby islands and land around them. But Dorian wasn't a soldier or a noble, just a regular Phoenix who took up hunting as a profession. He had a wife and a child, and continued to care for them like a dutiful father and husband would l. However it wasn't to last.

A darkness has begun to enter the world. No one remembers the detail of the war that was fought, only stories from the earlier ages. It was in that conflict that Dorian lost his family, and joined with his people to expunge the darkness. The fight was long and bloody, with the Phoenix race brought to the edge of annihilation. However it was Dorian who cast down the foe, engaging him in single combat before casting himself and his opponent off into the abyss, drawing his foe back into its world.

Stranded in a strange world of pure dark, Dorian walked for eons, the dark slowly nibbling at his soul, and even the fire that burned within him could not withstand the utter blackness. The world changed him, turning a man who was once the embodiment of light and hope into a demon of darkness, nearly indestructible. When he finally found his way back to his old world, many thousand of years later, he went by the name of Dorian Darkstride, his aspect once taking the form of burning red bird, now a dark blue, with the aspect of a dragon. His eyes now turn to the Empire of Celestia, where his arrival will bring the same thing he brought to every land. Fire and darkness.

Appearance: With the ages having no affect on Dorian, he wears his years well, looking no older than if he was in his late twenties or early thirties. His hair is jet black, cut short with a short, well trimmed heard to match. His face remains handsome, void of scars and smooth to the touch, but many shy away from him due to the smug and almost arrogant look he usually wears. There is something wolfish about his smile, not helped by his unusual eyes. They seem to burn bright and glow a bright blue, but should anyone gaze into them for too long, they will gaze into the blue flames inside him, lined with the darkness that taints his soul. Fairly tall, he stands at about 6ft, but still manages to make taller opponents feel small due to his overwhelming presence.

Dorian avoids wearing heavy armour, finding it too constraining in combat. Instead he wears simple black leather boots and trousers to match, along with a leather curaiss also dyed black. However his armour is build into his coat, a long flowing trench coat of dark grey, it's buckles and clasps made of silver. It has a worn and rugged look to it, with creases in the leather from use. Opponents have often managed to land a strike onto his coat, only to have their blades repelled, adding to the idea that the coat was made through a different method known, with speculation magic has been added to it to strength it, or metal hidden between the layers. Hanging from a belt ties around his waist is two swords, one of an unusual dark metal and other bright, as if made from a metal brighter than silver. When in combat however, flames of blue and black erupt from his back, forming the wings of a dragon. With these Dorian can fly or used them to strike out at his enemies.

Weaknesses: Although he may think himself invulnerable, Dorian is far from it. He can we killed and wounded by all weapons, although his martial skill is enough to usually avoid most blows. His great weakness lies in light magic, draining his power slowly as well as causing him to recoil horribly in pain. Healing magic also causes him terrible pain, although usually no one tries to heal any wounds he takes. His greatest bane however is Starite, remnants of stars which fell to earth. Even the smallest shard of this mineral causes blinding headaches, the nullification of his dark magic and Dorian will avoid this at all costs.

balloons

User avatar
Vintage
Jr. Member
Posts: 189
Joined: Wed May 17, 2017 6:04 am
Location: Scenic Nowhere
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by Vintage » Tue Sep 12, 2017 8:04 am

((OOC: I'll post my other character tomorrow! Right now I need to go to sleep ;)))

Name: Jassin Sliviah

Age: 60 (Appears 17)

Gender: Male

Race: Arion

Position: Prince of Celestia

Bio:
Being the youngest of the offspring of royalty wasn't too bad. From the day he was born, Jassin lead a relatively easy life, but horribly boring at times as well. If he had servants to do his work for him, what was he supposed to do? He hardly had any other children to play with as he grew, but he got along just fine by growing up with his sister. As he grew, he admired two things. The first was his mother, a woman who holds the entirety of an empire on her back without complaining one bit. He aspired to become emperor one day in order to ease his mother of her burden. The other thing he had admired was the Celestian military, with their bright flying colors, majestic mounts, and shining armor. If he would not become emperor, he would become a military officer instead.

Jassin accepted work anywhere he could as he grew, whether it was joining his sister for meetings, or simple tasks for his mother. In his spare time he would train with the captain of the guard or another trainer. Jassin knew full well if his race's weakness to steel, but if royalty could not protect themself, what use would they be dead? Unlike his older sister, who is the rightful heir to the throne, Jassin would be eager to accept the responsibility of emperor, not only that he could one day be immortalized alongside the other emperors and empresses of Celestia, but to also relieve his mother of the weight she has beared for so many years. For now, however, he would simply have to serve as the kid brother to his older sister.

Appearance:
Image

To those who did not already know it, it would appear that Jassin was the eldest of the two royal siblings, due to his height and developed facial features. Jassin appears to have taken on more features from his father, as he stands at 5'10", with an athletic build and fair skin. His snow white locks are slightly unkempt, to the dismay of his retainers, reaching just at eye level, sometimes getting in the way of his piercing blue eyes. Unlike his mother and sister, he freely stays within his Arion form, with his feline ears, sharp canines, and white, feathered wings.

Usually dressed in his royal garb, it consists of a white shirt, navy blue vest, and black suit jacket, cropped at the waist. Along with that, he wears a pair of fitted black slacks and shoes. While in his free time or during training, he is often found in a similar white shirt, with a pair of brown breeches, and a sturdy pair of boots. He is always, however, wearing a silver amulet, passed down from his father, depicting a winged lion.

Image

Personality:
Jassin is a modest young man, rarely boasting or using his position of royalty to establish himself. He instead treats most others as his equal, with an exception being the servants, and even then he is kind to them. Naturally curious and a thrill-seeker, he often times asks many questions, and tries to be as social as possible, despite his isolation due to his position. While he tries to look at things logically, he is moreso an optimist than a realist most of the time, hoping for the best (yet preparing for the worst). He holds himself fine when it comes to etiquette, as his retainers have made sure to train him for the meetings he and his sister often attend. In the end, however, Jassin is just a simple young man who attempts to make the most out of whatever time he has.

B A L L O O N S
I was walking along, minding my business, when out of that orange colored sky...

User avatar
Fluffking
Sr. Member
Posts: 964
Joined: Sun Mar 12, 2017 5:34 pm
Gender: Male
Location: Somewhere secretive
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by Fluffking » Tue Sep 12, 2017 8:26 am

CS

Name: Shaeron Silverthorn. High king of the Elven Monarchy.

Age: Shaeron's age has been lost to the ages. He is several millenia old but only looks to be in his mid 50's.

Gender: Male

Race: High Elf. Whilst technally still an elf High Elves are considered the noble elves. They live their lives secluded from most other races and only steps out into international affairs when needed.

Bio: Despite his heritage and position Shaeron never wanted the post of king. He instead wanted a simpler life. First as a merchant, but as he grew the position of farmer seemed to call for him. The elven immortality that he and his people had made him think that death for his father was impossible, which was one of the reasons he never aspired for the throne.

This morale however ended in tradegy, The elven kingdom was attacked, first by orcs, then by themselves. The former king died in the struggles, and the throne went to Shaeron. For a long time he looked for another heir to the throne, but came up empty handed. When he finally opened his eyes to his people's suffering he knew he had to do something.

Over the course of millenia he made the elves into what they are now. He has kept the peace with countless kingdoms and civilisations without sacrificing one of his men. However with the new appearance of the Dark Kin(dark elves) he had to show a side of himself he wasn't entirely happy with. The even more recent escape of the young Dark Kin named Devon(page 4 i think) shook him. As not to lose face to the other kingdoms he sent out Jason(look him up on page 5 i think) to recapture Devon.

Appearance: Although he still looks young there are definate signs of agin on Shaeron's body. His hair is a greyish color and wringles has started forming on his face. He has a set of icy blue eyes. He's about 2 meters tall(roughly 6 feet) and is dressed in traditional leafy colored garmens. He wears a crown of ivy branches when he is outside his castle.Image

Personality: Shaeron is a lighthearted person. He wishes for the best for his people, and for as many civilisations as he can too. However he is also a big traditionalist, which is one of the reasons for him not liking dark elves. He is sensitive and a dreamer.

Weaknesess: Shaeron is the first elven king in 7 generations that does not possess magic. Because of that he is keenly aware of how ridiculous he can look to others, and it tears on him.
He is slower in combat than he used to, but still a good fighter.
He has a weakness to cold, he doesn't like cold weather or anything cold.

balloons
Last edited by Fluffking on Tue Sep 12, 2017 12:49 pm, edited 2 times in total.
You feel like you know me? Don't be so sure, I decided what you know.

User avatar
Fluffking
Sr. Member
Posts: 964
Joined: Sun Mar 12, 2017 5:34 pm
Gender: Male
Location: Somewhere secretive
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by Fluffking » Tue Sep 12, 2017 8:53 am

CS

Name: Aaron Chiampol(pronounced Shi-am-po-ul)

Age: 136, looks to be in his late 30(36)

Gender: Male

Race: Kitsune. A humanoid whom have fox ears sharp canine teeth and grows fox tails throughout their lifes, ending in a maximum of 9. The number of tails signify their age and wisdom. Not all kitsune grows into a ninetail, but those that do are held in high power within their social hierarchy. Mainly known for their beautiful women the males are a rare sight. It's worth noting that the tails can have a number of colors, and some kitsune have more than one tail color. Celestia is not their homeland.
The kitsune has weaknesses much alike those of men although the tails are their weakest point, it's said that pulling out a tail, or in other ways losing the tail, feels like their soul being ripped out of them.

Bio: Aaron traveled with a trade caravan for most of his life, learning the delicate rules of the game, however some 50 years ago he decided to start a small business in the imperial city. For a while business was slow, but the rumor of a Kitsune male was too interesting for many and after a few years he had a small, but reliable business. As the years grew he gained his second tail, even though the age was far lower than the average kitsune. His business boomed shortly after as kitsune from all around the Celestia came to see him. A rumor had spread that he had a chance to become a nine tail. More kitsune meant more business as even more began getting curious.

In the end he ended up with one of the biggest businesses in the emperial city, although he couldn't compete with the biggest trade companies he still managed to land a spot as an imperial merchant(merchant for the emperor and empress). More impressive is that he has managed to do this all of his own.

Appearance: Aaron is a tad smaller than the average person in the emperial city, standing at 170 cm( 5 feet roughly), he has a pair of emerald eyes, that coupled with his blonde hair makes him quite handsome. He has a slender build but has clear muscle tone from the years of lifting heavy boxes. He wears a casual set of clothes consisting of a bland leather shirt, a couple of hemb pants and gloves that doesn't cover the fingers.

Personality: Aaron is a strickt, but happy person. He loves hanging out with the other merchants and his most loyal costumers. He enjoys parties and drinks. He however misses the caravan he once travelled with, but doesn't have a wish to return.

Weaknesses: Aaron isn't a fighter. He can defend himself with a knife, but doesn't know how to actually wield a weapon.
He can be slightly naive sometimes.
Is easily tricked by other kitsune.


Balloons
Last edited by Fluffking on Wed Sep 27, 2017 6:35 pm, edited 1 time in total.
You feel like you know me? Don't be so sure, I decided what you know.

User avatar
Fluffking
Sr. Member
Posts: 964
Joined: Sun Mar 12, 2017 5:34 pm
Gender: Male
Location: Somewhere secretive
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by Fluffking » Tue Sep 12, 2017 9:42 am

CS, (Note that this character will take place after the reset and I'll change both Devon and Jason later)

Name: Anya Lunabloom

Age: She's unsure of her age although she knows she is younger than Devon(roughly 3.5 millenia) Looks to be in her late teens.

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elf(page 4 Devon)

Bio: Anya is a 2nd generation dark elf(contriary to Devon being a 3rd gen) like him she lived her entire life in the prison of Darkhold. She was very attached to her family, and was devasted when she were seperated from them.

As Devon entered her life she became happy again, but was still depressed and sad. She wanted out of Darkhold.

One day Devon swore to get both of them out of Darkhold, and a few moons later they succeeded. However she fell as they ran away from the guards. She called out to Devon and he incinerated the guards.

Together they now run around the empire, chased by Jason.

Appearance: Anya has a charcoal black skin, however her eyes are a deep green color and her hair is a reflective silver. Her entire appearance is enticing to most, and gives a reach of mystery. She's half a head lower than Devon, wearing similar clothes.
Image

Personality: Anya is a compasionate and loving person. She's sensitive and have a hard time finding true happiness as things are right now. She deeply loves and depends on Devon.

Weakness: Is weak.
Depressed.
Dependant on Devon.
Extremly sensitive.

Balloons.
You feel like you know me? Don't be so sure, I decided what you know.

User avatar
Khol
Jr. Member
Posts: 232
Joined: Fri Sep 08, 2017 5:57 pm
Location: San Antonio
Contact:

Re: [CS] The Empire of Celestia

Post by Khol » Wed Sep 13, 2017 12:38 am

Character Sheet -

Name: Arturia Araña

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Position: Sell Sword

Bio: Born to a relatively simple and quaint life, Arturia was the daughter of a seamstress and baker. Not much was going on for her as time passed, spending her days going back and forth between the bakery with her dad and the tailor shop her mom ran. As easy going as it was, Arturia felt something missing but could never quite figure out what it could've been, until she overheard one of the older folk tell a story from the Empire's past. The excitement it brought her as she listened intently had filled what was missing in her life: adventure. If Arturia could have that in her life, she'd be complete but her parents would never allow such a thing, especially at so young an age Secret. Keep it hidden and they'll never know... And so, Arturia began her training in secret. She began to frequent the bookshop and read anything that involved any kind of information she could use to teach herself how to fight. She read basic self defense texts, sword play and shield play, though she couldn't find anything on using a bow to her disappointment. A bow seemed necessary to be a real adventurer and Arturia was determined to use one.

After some haggling and promise of choice bread from her father's bakery, she managed to convince a local hunter to train her with a bow. Arturia still needed to be cautious since this man knew her father, and an addition to the agreement was that none of this was to reach her parents. Hands were shaken and Arturia felt closer to her goal more than ever, anticipation creeping through her body at what lay ahead now.

Time seemed to fly in the blink of an eye, and Arturia had to admit, she had become one of the best fighters there was. Or so she thought but, she never really had the nerve to put that self claim to the test. Maybe it was time to test herself. After having a discussion with her parents, and coming up with a decent enough lie that they'd believe, Arturia set out into the unknown to see how far her self teachings had took her, except the bow, that was self taught.

Years had passed since her departure and Arturia felt it was time to visit home after being gone for so long. Her parents must be worried, even though she wrote them every chance she got, but parents are going to be parents. Arturia had left home with her life savings to make a living on her own, she returns now with a little under what she departed with. Life as an adventurer wasn't exactly paying much for her and it was rough at times, but she persevered none the less. This was her life now and she wouldn't have it any other way. Arturia gave a sigh of relief as she entered the city, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of her home "Feels good to be back..." Walking through the same old streets, Arturia wondered what she was going to do with herself while she stayed for awhile.

Appearance: Arturia has rust red hair that reaches down to her shoulder blades, but is usually kept in either a bun or pony tail. Her skin is beautifully tanned from her years outside training and traveling, with few blemishes on her body. Time spent training and fighting has made her rugged, giving her a lean build but one that still shows her feminine figure. Her eyes seem to shift from a sapphire to a turquoise, teeth slightly yellowed from lack of care and her face is kept blemish free. Arturia's hands and the bottom of her feet are calloused from constant work and training, but despite all this, she still shows her femininity and can still turns heads.

🎈🎈🎈balloons
"Behold, Excalibur!" - Saber, Arturia Pendragon King of Knights

Post Reply

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 1 guest