This is me and they say hello.

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This will be my pile-o-bodies so don't poke too hard they may explode.

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This is one from an Final Fantasy site that well died so I didn't really get to use him .


Name: Feuer
Age: His age is unknown to even him, or rather he can't remember it, but compared to most of the species he is rather young.
Height: 4' 5"
Weight: 100 lbs.

Job/Class: Blue Mage (a small hint of monk)

Race: Moomba

Description:

As for his clothing he is wearing a blue vest, dark blue baggy pants, dark blue leather gloves with ruins stitched into the back and along the fingers, a mask covering the upper half of his face, and a collar with an amulet set with a small sapphire. He carries with him a small worn out bag that keeps any supply, like potions or ethers, that he may need. All over his body he has scars that look as though he had been struck many time with great force and his right arm, under the fur, looks as though it has been badly burned at some point in his past.

Weapon(s) of Choice: His gloves have been enchanted so that they bring his punching strength up to that of a monks as well as help boost his magical power.

Blue Magic: Goblin Punch; An attack that unleashes a flurry of punches dealing non-elemental damage to the struck target.
Fire Breath; The attacker releases a straight line of fire from his mouth that burn those that come in contact with it.

History: During that last attack of the sorceress, he was walking along a beach relaxing, he happened across what appeared to be a ripple in water that was hovering in mid-air. He had walked up to this distortion to investigate and, as he was reaching to touch it, was torn from his world and sent flying onto a strange unknown world. He began to wonder about trying to find a town to get help in and wound up in a strange forest full of monsters. Many minutes of walking passed as he got deeper and deeper in 'until he was ambushed. A group of goblin like creatures surrounded him and began an assault him with flurry of punches. Bloodied and injured by the group attack he saw a blast of fire come at the group as he began to lose consciousness.

When he awoke he found that he was now in a strange cabin some where in the forest and bandages on his injuries, including his arm that he didn't much remember getting. After a little bit of time passed a woman in blue robes came in and told him of how she found the monsters attacking him and couldn't resist helping then apologized for the burn on his arm cause she fired a little close and caught his arm. As he recovered he spent his time learning how to speak enough to get by and to manipulate blue magic from the woman. After he finished healing up he thanked the woman and went on his way in the outfit that she gave him. Now he simply roams around searching for new skills and possibly a way home even though he's in no real rush.

Personality: Feuer is a somewhat curious which can often times lead to problems do to his lack of ability to speak much. He's also very carefree and rarely rushes to finish things unless he needs to. As he has explored this world he has met few even interested in blue magic and would like to become a powerful mage in order to prove it's not nearly as useless as some may think.

RP Sample: Walking through the unfamiliar forest a young moomba began to feel as though he was being watched. After several more steps he heard noises.
"hihihihihihi......"
But he continued on as though it might have been common. The more he walked the louder the noises got.
"HIHIHIHIHI......."
At last he reached a slightly clear area in the woods and then these creatures jumped out from the trees continuing the horrible laughter. Before he had much time to react they jump at him with a loud shrilly.
"DIIIEE!!!!!!!!!!"
The numbers seemed too great for him to fight back so he tried to block what he could of the punches. Then as he began to lose his consciousness he saw a burning red light and felt a sharp pain through out his right arm.

Hours had come and gone as he slept when he awoke he found himself in another strange area that seemed to be someone's living quarters. Looking around he found himself alone but his injuries had been taken care off by someone so he waited to see if they would return. After he waited a while a middle aged woman dressed in blue robes entered and noticed him sitting in bed.
"Well now it's good to see you're awake." She walked over and sat down by him in an old wooden chair. "I noticed the goblins earlier and thought nothing of it 'until I heard them screech then came to see what they had in their greedy little paws."
All the strange cat like creature could do was purr and let out a cheerful "Grrrrr." as he turned to look at the strange woman.
"I couldn't help but feel partly responsible for those thing getting you." She looked down at his arm and felt a little bad "Sorry about that burn, my aim has been a little off lately. Can you not speak?"
"Laguna." Said the little moomba. "Laguna."
"Is that it? Well I'll just have to help with that." She thought for a minute then raised up from her seat and put her fist in her hand with a quick thump. "That's it I'll just keep you here while you recover, and maybe I can get a few more words out of you in the process. Heck, maybe I can teach you the basics to learning blue magic. Being a monster and all maybe you could pick up on it better then most people can."
With a short burst of energy he popped up from his seat and threw his arms up With a "Mrreow." and just as quickly fell back into position passing out from the strain on his injured body.

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He is my Gundam pilot from a site that had what I'd consider a good run and who knows it might come back from the dead.

Name: Feuern Sie Drachen
Age: 21
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 215 lbs.
Gender: Male
Hair: Short redish brown
Eyes: Blue with red near the center of the iris
Birth Place: Holland
Raised: Various colonies
Loyalty: Colonies/Ragnarok
Occupation: Mobile Suit pilot/designer

History: As a young child Feuern was alwasys interested in the Mobile Suits his dad beeing an engineer help boost his love for machines. His fathers work kept Feuern from gaining many friends do to all the moving from project to project, colony to colony so hes rather non-social. One day while still young he had finally been allowed to see a demonstration of a newer modle of Leo and his As Feuern grew he started to draw plans for suits of his own but was never able to get his dad or any one to use them do to his age. Around the age of 17 his father died so Feuern lost his will to try any more. When the colonies anounced the "Human Armament Act" Feuerns hope was replenished knowing new suits and engineers will be brought into service he took this as a chance to fulfil his dream of creating a great and powerful suit that will rival even the great Gundams. Signing up to be a pilot and suit designer so he can test his suits and compare them to those he fights. Mobile Suits are his life and he hopes his death one day.

Personality: Care free for the most part but when it comes to the care of his suits he wants no one to touch his suit with out his watchfull eye over them. In combat he fears nothing and will keep fighting to test the limits of a suit and can get a bit careless while doing so.

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And they will be ones from a game that was set during a clash between good and evil even those in between and I miss using them.


Name: Verbrannte Erde / Cipactli

Age: 25 (fused 2 1/2 years)

Race: Human

Weapons: Fangs, fists, tail, a giant lance, Gram (sword of Siegfried), super human might, spells of water and status boosting

Element: Water

Class: Fiend (fused with: Cipactli )

Current Faction: Advent Guard

Description:

Body: A tall man standing about 6' 10", his body is covered in very hard scales colored like sea and stone, his legs are lizard like with a tail like a large lizards, his head is that of a crocodiles, his fingers have claws in place of nails, and he has retractable fins to help guide him in the water, his head can be changed to look humanish (but the but the scales, legs, tail, and hands can't), he also has gills and lungs granting him life on land and in water.
Clothing: Armored pants that are formed to his legs, a long dark blue cloak with patterns that resemble waves, and an arm terminal.

History: A young man visiting Central America to research the demons and gods there for a project encounters a strange man in a wheel chair warning him of events to come and hands him a small terminal with an arm strap saying "Use this wisely for when the beasts come man will be his own last hope." and then disapears into nothingness. A week later while at a ruined temple of a great demon long forgoten by modern man he hears a load voice roar from nowhere in a language he has never heard before and the terminal goes crazy reading "HUMAN WHY ARE YOU IN MY TEMPLE?". Scared Verbrannte replies that he is simply curious. then the voice speaks again and the terminal reads "SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THEN YOU MUST HAVE BEEN CHOSEN.". Confused he tells the voice that a man had given him this device and warned him of demons and gods soon returning to Earth to battle but didn't take it to seriously till now. "THIS MAN IS TELLING THE TRUTH AND IN MY CURRENT FORM I CAN NOT JOIN THE FIGHT....." Verbrannte scared at what the terminal was now saying fell to the ground in a panic "..... BUT IF YOU GIVE ME YOUR BODY I CAN PROTECT YOU AND HELP FIGHT THE 'EVIL' TO COME.". Red balls of energy formed around the statue in the back of the room, scared stiff Verbrannte was unable to run, the energy rushed him and became absorbed into his flesh. Falling into slumber Verbrannte awoke hours latter with the voice saying "Now we are one and can protect ourselves but we have one more we must free before the battle begins he is an old friend from days past and resides in Germany." shocked at the events that have happened he heads out without question travling mostly by night on ships and in water.

Personality: A strong willed person whos self strengthening is his main goal and will protect or kill those he wants to. He trusts few and will work with people who he trusts or he knows can serve his purpose and will aid those in need that are willing to help themselves.
(Sadly, I only about half played him like that.)


Name: Dracheherr

Age: 107(not counting years of being stone)

Weapon(s): Tooth, claw, a massive zanbatou ingulfed in flames while in combat, and spells of fire and destrution.

Race: Demon

Element:Fire

Class: Dark Shaman

Faction: What ever his master joins.

Description:

Body: A lagre demon standing about 7' 6" with scales the color of blood, eyes void of all color not even lights reflection, large black feathered wings (textured with scales on the feathers), long dragon like tail ending with a spear like tip, his build is slightly muscular (about like that of the average person), his feet like a crows in color and form, hands 3 lagre clawed fingers like a chameleons, his head is a scale covered jackal like head with long fangs 2 of the top front teeth sticking down past his lip, and a semi-long neck just about twice as long as an average mans neck at his height.

Clothing: A simple fur loin cloth made from full a grown fox demons fur and an amulet around his neck (that lets him store a days worth of extra souls at a time incase a trip takes a little too long).

History: As a young demon Dracheherr terrorized Germany and was often misstook for a dragon he would destroy any town or city he found while still returning to Hell to further torment those he had killed. One day he over heard that some grand slayer was comeing into a near by town to investigate his actions and with his overconfidence of his youth he knew he couldn't pass the chance to test his might against a powerful humans so he lured the slayer into a cave that he felt would be a good battle ground with few interuptions and fought the man to the death. The fight drew to a near end, Dracheherr dealt the finishing blow and with the slayers last words he cursed him to a body of stone till one with the blood of a human brave enough would enter and offer him a life for his services. Sixty years later and two years ago a man who is part human and part demon entered the cave with a young child and told the child that the scary statue was once a great "protector" and that with the reawakening of the demons the only way to save them would be to offer his soul to the statue and give it life once more and pointed out a crystal on the demons chest and and said all you have to do is touch the stone and the statue would do the rest. Afraid that the demons would come and get his family the child placed his hand on the stoneand passed out then the soul of the child was pulled from his body and sucked into the amulet. Now Dracheherrs flesh has been returned to him and now must serve the man who has freed him till he is set free or one of the two is killed.

Personality: During normal activities like travle he is calm and collected but entering combat he becomes a fierce fighter who wont stop till ordered by his master, his enemy is killed, or he is injured enough to be unable to fight much longer. He may be chaotic in nature but he knows when he is beat and will only flee if he feels his defeat is certain or till he is sent or called away by his master and savior. How he acts towards most people is agressive but if one earns his respect he will act more relaxed and may even help destroy an enemy of the persons.

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These are a couple of characters I had planned on using in a MUCK that well never did any thing as far as I've seen.

Name: Schneider
Gender: Male
Species: Hawkman
World: Ogre Battle
Class: Raven
Personality: Schneider is a very calm natured person and finds great
entertainment in the chaos of combat, he wont start a bar fight himself but
if he is in the bar he'll join in for fun. He hasn't ever really thought of
what he wants to do with his life but as he travels he finds things to do,
for some sort of reward of course, like fight off a group of wild creatures
attacking the area or even kill the local crooks. He has a special hatred
towards most dragons.

Name: Garm
Gender: Male
Species: Hellhound
World: Ogre Battle
Personality: Garm is aggressive but when someone gains his trust he will
calm down, so far only Schneider has been able to do so. He has no goals of
his own but will help Schneider with any tasks and has a small amount of
trust in those who Schneider become friends with.

History: Schneider was born around the Pogrom Forest area to a family who
had helped local villages in need. As a young child (for his species) his
family was killed by a dragon, who had been attacking some of the villages,
but not before dealing a devastating blow to the creature. Still in a rage
from witnessing the death Schneider ran from the area to find the nest he
just knew had to be near and take from the weakened dragon what it had took
from him. When he found the nest he had grabbed a large branch from a near
by fallen tree and smashed all the eggs he had found and fled yet again,
this of course enraged the beast even more once she found her dead young. He
had returned to the place his family had died to claim the bodies or at
least what was left of them and to tell the people they need not worry about
any young dragons any time soon. A few days after this event the dragon had
healed its wounds and got back some strength and returned destroying most of
the village only after it felt all was destroyed did it leave. The villagers
of the area knew why it returned and decided it was best to banish young
Schneider but given all his family did to help they gave him money and
supply to last him a little while.

Lost and a bit scared in the world he never traveled before he came across a
young pup who had been hurt and carried him into the next town they had
found, by this time he had been out of supplies and starting to get low in
cash, when he got into town he looked asking around for any who would help
but all people did was stare at the strange winged child with the monster
dog in his arms. Finally he came to a robed man who did not stare instead he
asked why the child wanted to help such a creature, all Schneider could
think to say was it was lost and hurt so he brought it with him. The man
took him into a house that had various herbs and potions on the shelves and
called for a woman in the house, who looked as though she had been a cleric,
then told Schneider she could help but he also suggested that he not stay
very long the people of the town were still touchy when it came to 'demons'.
For the next week Schneider did odd jobs around town to help pay for the
dogs care and supplies he would need to continue his trip at least till he
could hunt better. At the end of that time the hound healed as best it would
in the area and the towns people grew concerned that it may attack and tried
to force it and the one who brought it in out of town but the day any had
the guts to tell them to leave bandits had attacked and the only willing to
fight them off had been Schneider and the still weak pup. During the fight
the two managed to fight off and scare away most of them but one big guy
stayed thinking that a little puppy and some kid were nothing for a little
bit he was right as he beat the young hawkman and hellhound for several
minutes till the hellhound snapped and released a blast of heat from his
mouth burning away at the man and knocking unconscious. Relieved and scared
the people of the town decided not to force them away just yet and offered
to let them stay but only as long as Schneider could keep his new friend
under control. After the events of that night he decided it was time to name
the little beast, he thought back to stories his dad told him when he was
younger and picked the name Garm who was a powerful guardian dog in the
realm of the dead.

After several years of watching the young grow old and die, as his body
stayed relatively young and his close friend and 'pet' grew his second head,
they felt it was time to move out again and find some sort of purpose.
Schneider and Garm had formed a bond much like that of brothers, that had
even reached the point each knew almost exactly what the other was thinking,
over the long years they endured. Every place he goes there is some kind of
fight going on that he and Garm would join in not really picking a side but
enjoying the fights most end soon after they joined in. As they traveled
they would also take on many different jobs just simply to keep busy and
almost always get into a good fight. The most recent place they've called
home was an area on the Zenobian Borders where they had heard stories of a
long standing battle between nations was going on, this is the place they
stay for now fighting all sides to keep things interesting for them.


Yeah, I know they could be better but I still like them.