Athena
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Posted: Jan 26th, 2006 at 03:17 pm
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*Smiling briefly she goes to the door that has Nicosia written above it. With the most briefest of pauses she wraps her hand around the doors handle and gives it a gentle turn unsure what to expect. Upon opening the door all she see's is a fine grey mist but the smell of rain, cars and food are in the air. With a look of determination she walks through the door into the grey mist and it quietly shuts behind her.*
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Posted: Feb 4th, 2006 at 09:25 am
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(" Oh no, another hangover. Why do I always insist on buying the strongest ale even though I know I can barely handle plain old, barely firmented ale. Wait, I'm not drunk... No, no, this is... Well actually I don't know what this is. Perhaps heaven? No, can't be, not after that ordeal with the hooker last night. No, no, this must be some inner-world. Perhaps a link between realms? Yes, that must be. I mean, come on, there's a random, dark and misty figure speaking to me.. Oh, he's speaking to me. Guess I should listen? Of course I should, this could be a God or, even worse, my ex-wife.")
-The heavily cloaked man gave a shiver which, to anyone not able to read his minds, would seem quite random. With a slight jerk, he smiled up at the figure before him. The hood of his cloak covered his eyes, though only just barely, though revealed each one a small bit every time he would look about. He spoke carefully, sure to choose his words right; his voice soft, trained and mildly used.-
" Hail, great being, I come for knowledge of the past, the present, the future and that which has never been. "
Description:
This man is of mild stature, a mere 5 feet 7 inches long and approximately 110 pounds wide. His movements, though somewhat rare, are easy and gentle, rarely ever forceful or anxious. He is an intelligent man, though occasionally lacking of wisdom. While he is frail and small, his stance can most often hint to great reflexes and dexterity.
He is most often seen in his personalized dark-grey robes, the hood almost always raised to shield his eyes from bright light. He will never be seen without his pale black, velvet gloves, which he seems to wear as more a keepsake than a necessity. His footwear is always the same; jet black boots made from bull hide and hinted with an odd perfume that smells of honey and bamboo, reaching just past his ankles. When his hood is pulled back one will notice that his eyes are dullened, pale and lacking of any certain color. He would seem blind, to most, though he gets around just as any normal person. His face reveals dull skin, not pale but not dark, his features seemingly mildly handsome and hinted at an elven heritage do to the narrowed features of his chin and cheeks. His ears are, indeed, slightly pointed, which again hints at a partially elven heritage.
Weaponry:
He carries no staff, no sword and no bow. No armor nor shield, only a moderately large dagger which always rests at his belt, farther to the back than to the front. It is surrounded by pouches, which one can only guess the contents of.
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Babylon Krowe was born to an Elven father and a Human woman, his mother being a magi of small standing. Babylon took after his mother, travelling the path of the Wizard, seeking an endless flow of knowledge and meaning, the very purpose of life always seeming to float just past his reach. He is of no faction, no sect and no guild, he is independent and mostly self-reliant though good-natured.
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Posted: Feb 6th, 2006 at 04:29 am
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*stands silent as the words
" Hail, great being, I come for knowledge of the past, the present, the future and that which has never been. " float into the nothing that is the hall between worlds, Azrael seems to sag alittle and then straightens as he intones*
One realm may you enter, and beware for I know thee now Babylon Krowe. As you have met me in this begining so you will meet me at you end
Proceed, and avoid the knowledge of what has never been
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Posted: Feb 7th, 2006 at 07:04 am
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-Babylon paused a moment, taking in for a moment what Azrael had said. His lips curled to a small grin and his head bowed, giving a nod before moving to the gate of the Knightmare realm. He glanced back, but only for a moment, but turning the knob and pushing the door open, being swallowed into the realm. The quick smell of warm ale and bread filled his nose and he smiled, walking forward-
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Leytan
Visitor Member is offline Soilder Of Fortune
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Posted: May 31st, 2006 at 04:59 pm
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*The Dark Figure moves siletly down the corridoor, His dark cloke and hood makes him resemble the grim reaper, appropriatly enough given his trade and reputation. He raises his head to look at Azreal still keeping himself some what to the shadows.*
"Greatings Gate keeper. I am The Mercenery known as Leytan, also called "The Ice Killer". I seek entry in to the realm of Knightmare."
Description:
Leytan is close to 6 foot in hight, Dressed from head to foot in black exept for a chain mail vest. His face though shroed in shadows and his dark hood is destictive The facial fetures are sharp, his hair is jet black but most noticably (and unnerveing) are his eyes. One peircing Blue the other a deep emralde Green.
His movemetns are methodical and with purpose but even so still betray his none human abilitys as even now the speed his reflexs react at is far beyond that of a mortal. Also the temprature of the room has dropped noticably since Leytan enterd, he seems to have some controle or effect on the surounding atmospher.
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Leytan is aremd with 2 swords conceld under his cloke, 12 throwing knives attached to the belt that is vissibal around his waist.
2 Daggers one tied to his leg and a bigger one that has a green handle and is more orniate then the other one also attached to his belt.
Leytan also crries in a pouch on the back of his belt several glass viles some containg a thick greeny brown liquied, while others have a pale red contences. There is also a some what ominus thin steel wire hanging from his belt, a Grott the wepon of an assasin.
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Leytan is a half breed. The illigitamate Son of an Atlatian Politician and an ambassador from Winteria (one of the Lands in The Knightmare realm.) Leytan has a half brother called Zeytan who is belived to still reside some where in the Knightmare realm. His father a highly respceted Atlainain politician always disowned Leytan and died never akclowaging his older son.
Leytan's mother was the cousin of the Wintiran Queen Aecandra, although Leytan and Aecandra have met only twice in the past few years
Background:
Curently on the run Leytan has just escaped from a priosn where he was being held after being convicted of multipal counts of murder due to his work as both Mercery for Hire and Assasian.
Leytan is belived to be responciabl for over 300 deaths (not including people he has killed in battle.) Belving in neither Good nor Evil Leytan offered no deffence at his trial and was imprisoned for life. He escpaed during a prison riot and is now seeking reffuge in the Knightmare realm he knows so well.
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I move in Shadow.
I Exists in Silence.
The First thing my enemeys see is my blade periceing their harts.
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Posted: Jun 1st, 2006 at 04:55 am
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*The terrible beauty of Azrael waits as Leyton speaks looking with the cold calm of infity the hood and cloak seeming not to be able to hide Leyton from the Gaze*
*intones softly like one speaking to a pet*
One realm may you enter, and beware for I know thy truth now "Leyton". As you have met me in this begining so shall you meet me at your end.
*a smirk of amusment appear briefly on Azraels lips before he wavers from sight*
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Damian
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Posted: Jul 23rd, 2006 at 10:19 pm
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*Seeming more than confused before turning to the gaurdian and straighting his stance as if very weary. Then bowing a formal bow yet not lowering his eyes*
"I am Damian Valrick.. I will answer to either. I am not sure where I am or where I go. I am lost." *Looks over the hall again then seems draw toward a door. Slowly moving toward it as if going through then stoping himself to turn toward the speaker once more* "I wish to go through there." *pointing at the door still seeming to try not to appear as tired as he is*
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Just over 6 foot tall with long black hair. Loose around his shoulders at the moment and obviously windsweep unkept from a long travel. His light black leathers hang on him as if he has lost weight recently and needs to recover. Green cloth is mixed in as well thogh all are dirty with the road dust. The long red cloak however seem not to fit the rest as it falls down his back seeming new and fresh. A heavy pack on his shoulders with bedrolls and what could be weapons wrapped and coverd in it. A large bastard sword on his hip with a long dirk hanging from his belt as well. It seems much more ornate that the sword, more art than weapon. Even seeming weary and perhaps ill his bright green eyes reguard the speaker with a stare that seems to look right through,as if seeking your soul as he awaits permission to pass. His blood seems nothing more than simple human yet those with unusual senses will pick up something odd about this young man, though he seems oblivious to it. No doubt he would appear much differnt once cleaned and recovered from the long road he seems to have traveled.
"May I pass? Or is there more you need know?" *Looks at the door again as if something is pulling him there then looks back awaiting the guardians words*
((Damian Valrick is a Animagus however does not know it yet))
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Posted: Jul 24th, 2006 at 06:06 am
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As all who have passed and will pass have heard
One realm may you enter, and beware for I know thee now.. Damien. As you have met me in this begining so you will meet me at your end
Walk your path
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Julian Lapis
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Posted: Aug 30th, 2006 at 03:19 pm
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A lighter suddenly flares, and is applied to a polished mahogony pipe. Waving it out quickly, its holder inhales deeply, savouring the rich taste of the pipe's contents. Exhaling, he returns the silver engraved lighter to the pocket of his scarlet Shearling coat, and casts his eyes towards the figure of Azrael.
'My greetings, sir. I am Julian Lapis, and I seek entrance to the realm of Alicstra.'
His speaks in a sincere tone, one possessing neither fear nor contempt
Description:
Julian stands at 5'8 in height, clad in a long sleaved red Shearling coat, black jeans held by a black leather belt and matching polished black leather shoes. He possesses dark hair and a pair of constantly darting inquisitive eyes, concealed behind a pair of half-moon ivory pince-nez.
Attached to his wrist is a circular electronic gizmo he refers to as a 'KI', and hooked to his belt is a small brown leather book which never seems to leave his side. Whenever he is put in a perilous situation, his hands dart to this book almost as a reflex action, although no one in the ages he visits has ever seen him actually open it yet.
Character
Julian relies on his knowledge and wits to assist him - although certainly not weak by normal standards, he does not put his trust in weapons or violence. Partly because he is a reasonably moral person, but mostly because he isn't particularly prolific in their use.
(The names 'Ki' and 'Relto' are registered properties of Cyan Worlds and Gametap. I make no claims to their ownership and their use is purely for fan created, non-profit content)
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Junior Professor of Classical Civilsations, Reality-on-the-Norm University
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Posted: Sep 6th, 2006 at 03:08 pm
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One realm may you enter, and beware for I know thee now Julian. As you have met me in this begining so you will meet me at your end.
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