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Post by Paladin on Jun 19, 2015 16:57:03 GMT -6
Well, after thinking for a long while on a new OC, I've considered making this thread so that we can share any OCs we think of. Simply put down the information needed for your OC, so that we can figure out the best RP to put them in whenever a new RP pops up.
Template;
Name: Age: Height: Gender: Race:
Appearance: Typical Clothes (what they usually wear):
Bio:
Name: Dewras Age: 21 Height: 5' 5" Gender: Male Race: Beanish
Appearance: Green skin with medium length, straight, blue hair. Typical Clothes: Blue monk robes.
Bio: Born and raised in a monastery, Dewras never complied to the monk lifestyle. He preferred to learn the magics of the world, focusing on the destructive and restorative sides of magic. The monks who raised him allowed him to stay in their monastery, under one condition: he must do supply runs for them on a regular basis of every four months. When he had to leave, though, he started traveling the world until he found new forms of magic to study and practice; teleportation and summon magic were just two of the many magics he learned about in his youth. He grew up in the Beanbean Kingdom, but expanded his life to live in the Mushroom Kingdom for the rest of his days.
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Post by Paladin on Jun 21, 2015 21:12:38 GMT -6
Name: Amelia Moldovar Age: 19 Height: 5' 11" Gender: Female Race: Human
Appearance: Caucasian, tanned skin, short brunette hair, straight. Typical Clothes: Ragged clothes, a large coat.
Bio: Amelia was once a slave, whom educated herself to gain her freedom. When living as a slave, she adopted a young girl named Ella. After gaining her freedom, Amelia had to leave Ella behind. However, Amelia convinced her old master to not sell Ella so that Amelia could buy Ella's freedom.
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Post by xinrick on Jul 17, 2015 15:46:27 GMT -6
Name: Crimson Pool Age: 21 Height: 6 feet Gender: Male Race: Pony
Appearance: A unicorn with a green Coat, Red mane and tail, crimson eyes and cutie mark with a droplet falling into a pool of blood Clothing: If just a normal pony then nothing. But with Anthro a normal T-shirt and blue jeans
Bio: A simple colt that was being taken care of by a nice family, but when he used magic he always had an affinity with water, but when he was cut and started bleeding, he used magic to try and stop it and it did, further more the blood actually went back inside him and the blood clotted up and stopped it. When he got his cutie mark some ponies in his school kept calling him a freak, believing he was a mythical 'Vampony', while others believed he was just going along with the family line of wine makers. When he kept growing up he sadly got into fights and up and used his blood magic to force people back. He was alone for a long time but still managed to get by by helping out with the family shop in wine making which he was very good at the craft. (hope this is good enough)
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Post by Lepking13 on Jul 17, 2015 22:31:20 GMT -6
Name: Teyrus Age: 27 Height: 6' 7" Gender: Male Race: Elven
Appearance: Long silver hair, often pulled back into a ponytail. Soft grey eyes surrounded by ashen grey skin, a single scar running diagonally across his face. Clothing: Usually long loose robes, a deceptively worn looking staff with several gems set into the top.
Bio: Teyrus was a slave, born into it by a mother sold as a breeder. He served as the play-mate and servant to the son of the noble family he belonged to, following the boy around to all of his lessons. Because of this, Teyrus was actually well versed in languages, diplomacy, and what came to a shock to the entire noble house: magic. It was an annual event, the Magi going about looking for new acolytes. It was at one such event, of course escorting his charge, that a stray spell from another possible blasted through the shields they used. Without even thinking, Teyrus threw himself in front of his childhood friend and called upon magic, the first elf in centuries to do so that was not born of the Forests, to create a shield for them. In that one instance, he earned the favor of the nobleman that had once owned him. In return, he asked only for the freedom to pursue his study of magic. He gave up the chance to be free, but for a decade he studied with the Magi.
After ten years had passed, and Teyrus graduated the Magic Academy as Valedictorian well versed in nearly every school of magic, he began the job he promised to the nobleman: Protecting his friend and charge, although now he is a much more dangerous force. His skill and strength with magic was leaps and bounds above any human mage, as are all elven mages, he is a force to be reckoned with if anything threatens Neyrmus.
Name: Neyrmus To'lufen Age: 27 Height: 6' 2" Gender: Male Race: Human
Appearance: Short black hair, framing a gentle smile and hard green eyes. Clothing: Most often seen wearing light armor plating across his chest and shoulders, the mark of his house (A griffin holding the head of a dragon) pressed on his breastplate over his heart.
Bio: Neyrmus was the first-born child of King Telemus, although he does not have any claim to the throne due to a loophole that the noble families were most eager to use. From a young age Neyrmus was praised with having a keen mind, capable of breaking down and solving complex problems with ease. He was never seen without his servant, and personally best-friend Teyrus, even when it was less than appropriate for slaves to be present. Neyrmus never cared for Teyrus' title or position, the two often sneaking out to play with the peasant children. During his teenage years, at an event organized by the Magi to seek out acolytes, his life was saved by his friend Teyrus. It was at that moment he decided, no matter what it took, that he would free his friend. They promised, in secret, to work as hard as they could while Teyrus was away so they would be prepared.
Now that Teyrus has returned to Neyrmus' side, they have begun gathering a force to overthrow Neyrmus' father and to release the elven slaves from their shackles. A master of many weapons, Neyrmus is a devastating force on the battlefield. Backed up by Teyrus, the two of them have taken down entire platoons of soldiers. They work quietly, leaving behind notes for the King at each site to release the elves or they would continue taking the lives of his soldiers.
Name: Leylin Tomaruhk Age: 187 Height: 7' 6" Gender: Male Race: Kitsune Sub-species: Darlimunt
Appearance: White fur, fading to black at the extremities of his limbs. He magically dyed parts of his fur red, permanently changing the color in a pattern across his shoulders and a single ring at the end of his tails. Being a Darlimunt, he has already grown all nine of his tails.
Bio: Born a bastard prince to the King of his people, Leylin trained from a very young age in all aspects of combat. By the time he was forty he was considered a savant of warfare, quickly climbing up the ranks of his father's military. Once he finished his mandatory service as a soldier in the military, he began his studying into magic. With his mother being a Darlimunt, his magic grew quickly while he studied. By the time he started working for the Black Fang mercenary group, he had fully grown all of his tails and was considered a primary asset in taking down their targets. With his experience leading soldiers in the military, he was given his own command and grew to become a feared and powerful commander. On his one hundred and eightieth birthday, after retiring from his command in the Black Fangs, he just disappeared without a trace.
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Post by Paladin on Jul 18, 2015 12:04:32 GMT -6
Name: Fenric Age: 56 (Human years) Height: 6' 6" Gender: Male Race: Verchonian
Appearance: Bronze scales, gold eyes. Typical Clothes (what they usually wear): Usually wearing his Warlord armour, caped politician's robes otherwise.
Bio: The Verchonians reside on the planet Serto, and are a race of Warlords, politicians, and manufacturers. Fenric is the most notable of the Verchonians, given he has had the most contact with the U.N.I.A.A. (United Nations Interplanetary Affairs Agency). During a battle, as Fenric commonly explains, his vocalization tubes were damaged after having his neck sliced. He once explained, in an interview with a U.N.I.A.A. scientist called Oed, that he truthfully doesn't remember that day all too well; it was simply another battle, another fight, for Fenric.
Others that remember the battle remembered that, yes, Fenric's vocalization tubes were damaged and required a adapter that makes his voice robotic. However, he also lost his lower half of his body. Many of his soldiers were afraid to lose Fenric, seeing him as a leader that would not be surpassed for ages to come. With their concern, Fenric's soldiers kept him alive via life support until he received the bionic surgery that would allow him to walk once more.
Fenric is more than willing to be rude, even making fun of his enemies for their haste to kill him. As well, Fenric has shown that his diplomacy skills are equal to his fighting skills, making him one of the most revered Verchonians on his planet. When sent to Earth for a diplomatic mission, Fenric studied much of Earth's history, focusing on every bit of knowledge he would find useful. A war with the Verchonian diplomat himself came close, however, for when he landed he was taken into custody by U.N.I.A.A., and that was seen by other Verchonian politicians as Fenric being taken hostage, a serious act of war on Serto.
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Post by dannylamb456 on Jul 26, 2015 18:26:39 GMT -6
Name: Tabby Kat Age: looks 10 (actual age unknown) Height: 1.49m Sex: Male (gay) Race: Cat-anthro
Appearance: Kat is an orange cat-morph with a faint tiger stripe pattern down his back and arms. He possesses blue eyes with human irises and humanoid hands which contrast his more feline face and genitals. Kat seems more feminine compared to other cats his age.
Typical Clothes: A white polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans, though he does wear a slightly resized French maid outfit.
Bio: Tabby Kat is an overly subservient assistant cat. Being a clone of Subject T-k87, Kat grew up within the walls of Daniel and Leo's mansion with his twin sister, Tabby Kit, as a false face for the mansion's visitors. He is rather introverted for a butler/servant who's supposed to help visitors, however he does seem much better at helping ladies as he often breaks into stammering gibberish around men.
Currently, after the disbanding of D&L Ltd, Kat is dating a certain stallion.
Name: Tabby Kit Age: looks 12 (actual age unknown) Height: 1.50m Sex: Female (bi) Race: Cat-anthro
Appearance: Kit is an orange cat-morph with a faint tiger stripe pattern down her back and arms, a stronger pattern compared to Kat. She has similar blue eyes with human irises and humanoid hands. She shares a similar feline face but has mostly human traits.
Typical Clothes: A black tank top with some decorational dark red stripes along with a pair of grey cargo pants. She also has a French maid outfit which she and her brother tend to use when covering up for something.
Bio: Tabby Kit is the older sister of Tabby Kat but her personality may say otherwise. Kit is a much more aggressive and dominating cat, compared to her little brother. Like Kat, she's a more direct clone of Subject T-k87 while Kat was a clone incubated inside T-k87. Also like Kat, she worked as a cover up maid/butler for Dan and Leo within their mansion to keep the false face of the organization.
As of now, she lives with her former masters and often roams their personal mansion.
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Post by xinrick on Jul 27, 2015 13:10:08 GMT -6
Name: The Merchant Age: Unknown Height: 5 foot 10 inches Gender: Male Race: Humanoid
Appearance: A man completely covered in a greyed out robe covering him from head to toe, always holding a bag across his shoulders.
Bio: A buyer, a seller, a collector, a teller, he is many things but never a lie, cheat, thief or murderer. "It's bad for business" he always says with an honest laugh. No one knows his origins but a select few but even then they don't know much about this mysterious person. He travels everywhere, from a simple dirt road to more...ancient and dangerous roads but is always unharmed when he get's to his destination. He has bought and sold many many things from selling a person a simple bottle of water, to more ancient things that have been lost for unknown amounts of time. But no matter what he always has a price on anything, from simple human currency to a...bigger price. If someone can't pay up front he is always a kind man and tells them to pay him back whenever they have the price back, to those who find him and pay him back are the lucky ones, to those that forgot he appears in front of them to tell them 'it's time to pay', lucky few pay up front in apology for forgetting, but to those who don't pay the price or try to attack him...you don't want to know. Everything has a price, even if people say 'it doesn't have a price', but he always knows the right price, whether it be time, money, power, love or anything a being would want, need, or forced to have he would always put it up. Whenever he leaves he always says "Potential customers come and go for some merchants. But to me, you have to find them." and walks off to find his next customer.
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Post by Paladin on Aug 14, 2015 9:51:13 GMT -6
Name: Shildra Age: 36,000 years old Height: 7' 6" Gender: Male Race: Darkling
Appearance: Tall body, pale blue-gray skin with large antlers. Black eyes with white, feline pupils. Three toes on each foot, two in the front and one by his heel.
Typical Clothes (what they usually wear): Basilisk armour, modeled after large beasts that roam the Dead Zone in search for food. The helmet resembles the head, the rest of the armor representing its body. Holes are made so that Shildra's wings and tail may extend out of his armor.
Bio: No information available.
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