Introduce Your Characters

[Kipiara]

Hello, everyone!
It's me, Kipiara! Yes, I'm finally on the forums :what: ok, awesome, cool :clapclap:
So, what this is about is that a number of my friends have been really encouraging me to make this thread, and I've been promising to do it and then not carrying through for long enough :tsk_tsk: So here we go: What you do is copy and fill out the template below for your original character(s) in the world of Regnum, and post it as a reply. Hopefully, we can make this thread a fun character directory of sorts :thumb: I'll post mine first, as an example. If you want to discuss a character, please make a new thread. If you have any questions at all, please feel free to send me a PM ;)

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+Name: The character’s full name and any public nicknames

+Gender: The character’s gender

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+Age: How old/young the character is, or at least how they appear

+Overview: “In a nutshell” who this character is, and what it is like to be around them

-Title: Any and all titles the character may hold or be known by

-Quote: One or more things the character might say

+Appearance: The character’s physical description (height, build, hair-colour etc.)

+Personality: The character’s personality description (this can include types, traits, likes/dislikes etc.)

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-Weaknesses: The things this character may struggle with, like flaws, bad habits, or just vulnerabilities

+Motives/Goals: The things this character works for, short term, long term, what gets them out of bed in the morning

-Occupation: What the character does for a living, can include hobbies

-Residence: Where the character lives/stays, or not, as the case may be

-Trivia: Any fun fact about the character that does not fit elsewhere on the sheet

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[Kipiara]

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Name: Kipiara (known to her friends as Kip, Kipi, or some formation like that)

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elf

Age: Undeterminable, though not old

Overview: In a word, devoted: an academic, but fun-loving elf with a troubled past and a veritable knack for lucklessness. Loves to discuss the history of magic, especially topics related to the old masters. Wears commemorative neck ornaments. Loyal to a fault. Hates to pick fights. Ready to make friends, but learns more from quiet observation than from talking with others. Has a bit of an obsession with knives, books, and items with magical properties. Generally self-controlled, but prone to physical displays of affection or displeasure. Always ready to laugh.

Title: The Twice-Exiled, Daughter of the Midnight Storm, Tamer of the Spirit-Horse of Golden Falls, Ember of the Last Bonfire, Sorceress of the Shaanarid Order, and High Priestess of the Dragon-god Aurasthor

Quote: “Anyone can be a mage, but a true wizard is at one with magic, strong of both mind and body.”
“Go ahead. Make it complicated. It’ll be more fun that way.”
“Ever heard of Sultar? Essadi? Morons.”
“Aurasthor keep you, Childe.”
“Please, I’m a sorceress. Death is my plaything.”
“By the Three!”

Appearance: Thick but supple and clumsily graceful, with smooth skin of a soft, rich, purplish hue. Middling in height, with dark, shady hair worn short, wavy, and free, and a straightforwardly pretty face, sporting full lips, a plain nose, dramatic, expressive brows, and deep, sparkling, thoughtful, violet eyes. No tattoos, piercings, or visible scars. Hands and feet are wide, strong, and sensitive, with short digits, but delicate movements.

Personality: Kinesthetic, playful, quiet, optimistic, scholarly, and passionate; slightly unpredictable; somewhat given to abandon during pleasurable experiences; quick to forgive, and expects the same from others; tolerant, but can be a little xenophobic toward certain groups; goodhearted, but a rather sadistic fighter; sometimes has a hard time admitting to being wrong; Likes complex spells, starlit beaches, long baths, dense woods, reading, carving, riding, gaming, strong rulinsa, rich wine, amiable companionship, and deep meditation; Dislikes necromancy, lichcraft, and anything else that grossly perverts natural-magical order, also dislikes besotted cretins, tundra climes, Tol-Tars, bureaucrats, hypocrites, warmongers, the Alsirian empire, the Syrtian mage council, Matriarch Rasha Nuri, Sultar the Arcanist, and other inflated egos, along with the systematic suppression of free magical research.

Style: Dark, rich colours; ebony, crimson, emerald, and gold; simple and functional, but subtly bold; primarily robes and short gowns, preferring the lighter, more open designs most suited to the southern regions; footwear should be dramatic, but not distracting; usually barefoot indoors or when riding; might wear a large, floppy, pointed hat, or a deep cowl; often dons a plain, but intimidating mask for auspicious occasions; favours necklaces, bracelets, and anklets for jewelry, chosen based on their magical properties or sentimental value; not much flair, but a little flourish; tends to lounge and sprawl when resting, but knows how to be decorous.

Skills: Energy-manipulation magic, basic enchanting, staff-fighting, alchemy, cooking, storytelling; speaks conversational, though no longer fluent Syrtian, and basic words of the Utghar tribal tongue; brews excellent rulinsa (a traditional Ignite blueberry beer); plays the lute.

Weaknesses: Known to “panic-cast” simple spells that are good on their own, but poorly chosen for the situation; sometimes resorts to physical force just because it “feels better” even though magic would have been more effective; often overlooks a simple solution at first, in favour of a complex one that seems more interesting; personally independent, but heavily reliant on the support of others in high-pressure situations.

Motives/Goals: Sharing and spreading her faith; attaining complete mastery of magic, and making new discoveries in order to someday teach students, passing on the old secrets to a new generation; bringing peace at last to the three realms, possibly by breaking the Alsirian empire’s grip on the continent; supporting and aiding the Ignite peoples, especially the Moloks, and reconciling the elven races; building and growing her personal wealth for the honour of Aurasthor.

Occupation: Woodworker, scholar, Korr-Tabhar merchant, and religious leader.

Residence: Currently staying in Allahed by the sea.

Trivia: Did you know that Kipiara has tasted Utghar milk? Don’t ask how that happened, though…

[Kipiara]

Kipiara was born sometime during the great exile. Her parents were part of a group of nomadic drifters who refused to accept their exile and settle into the new lands, preferring to remain on the outskirts of the Syrtian realm and brave the full wrath of the desert, but she was separated from them one fateful night when their caravan was caught in a dreadful storm. As it turns out, her mother and father were double renegades; not only had they refused to go along with the rest of the soon-to-be Ignite people, they had also betrayed the tribe they were now members of by taking mystically binding oaths to Matriarch Azzaria, binding their bodies to her service and linking their family to the powerful blood-magic that she would soon unleash. Thus it was that Kipiara’s very essence was fused with dark magics at the time of the Sacrifice of Eight Hundred Eighty-Eight Souls, even though she was but a babe, lying miles from the ritual, unconscious and alone in a horrific sandstorm, and thus it was that she received the dark-elven Curse-Gift of the Ignite gods.

Her story might have ended there, but this was not Fate’s decree. It happened as morning came, after the storm passed, yet before the sun even began to lighten the sky, that a wood-elven couple, a wife and husband team, passed down the great river on their return to Eferias castle from an excursion to the North Sea. It matters not now why they made this trip, or what they sought at first. By some chance, the wife, who was a powerful seer, sensed a weak magical signature coming from the direction of the desert. Now, she could have ignored this insignificant spark, been none the wiser for it, and felt no guilt for what she had done, but she chose to stop the boat and risk the desert to see what might be there. They followed the tiny mana-beacon almost like a baby’s cry, until at last they came upon the source, a small bundle almost buried in the sand, and within, they found an infant elf, small, innocent, helpless, and very much alive. The seer placed her slender, white hand upon the baby’s brow, letting the magic tell her its tale, and then she knew what had transpired. If it had been anyone else, Kipiara might have been destroyed as an abomination even then, but the seer and her husband believed in the right of all to live, grow, love, and be loved, and they could have no children of their own. So it was, that they conferred together and decided to take the baby back with them, protect her, and raise her as their daughter.

The seer and her husband showed Kipiara true love and boundless kindness; she wanted for nothing, had the run of the castle, and ruled the grounds like a little monarch. Her foster parents raised her according to the ancient elven values in every way, and gave her a proper elven education. Her father showed her all the history of the elven peoples, her mother encouraged her affinity for magic, helping her understand how to feel the flow of life and mana, to bend matter and energy to her will. They taught her that her physical differences were a gift, and that she should relish the strength, stamina, and exotic appearance this gift granted her. Kipiara learned, lived, and loved voraciously, savouring everything. She even found a soulmate in a sprightly, grubby, young wood-elven boy who judged her based on who she was, instead of what she was, and so things went on peacefully and undisturbed for many years, but alas, her idyllic childhood was doomed to an untimely end.

One day, on an excursion to Fisgael, her parents were betrayed and her secret was discovered. They quickly left the city, and retreated back to their home, hoping against hope that no news would spread, and that their dear daughter would be allowed to live on with them in peace, but it was not to be. Their foes were far from finished, and before long, inquisitors arrived at Eferias castle, demanding the immediate surrender of the “abomination” being nurtured within. The seer and her husband loved Kipiara desperately, and they would give their lives to keep her from the hands of these miscreants. They distracted the inquisitors with half-truths, bluffs, and evasion, spiriting their daughter away by night and bidding her flee to Ignis, but she was so distraught that she would flee without direction, and after a distant, desperate, final farewell from her love, who promised to find her again, she lost all sense of purpose, and merely fled onward, with no thought of where she was going. After some days of aimless wandering, and tense hiding from patrols, she had been continuing in a roughly north-eastern direction, and she came upon a battlefield. She was shocked to come so suddenly onto the grisly scene of the waning fight, but her attention was immediately drawn aside. Under a nearby tent, an elf-woman laboured in childbirth. Her husband, fresh from the fight, was by her side guarding her and trying to help her. He barely gave Kipiara a glance as she appeared at the entrance, in her long travelling cloak, her face shrouded under its cowl. The she-elf’s labour was hard, and when she brought forth, the infant was ashen, and did not cry, yet Kipiara reached out to him. She sensed a small, desperate mote of life within his still form. It spoke to her deeply, in some language she could not understand, but equally could not deny, and it pleaded for help. Without knowing what she was about, she took the baby from his exhausted, sobbing mother, over his father’s confused and angry protests. With desperate tendrils of magic, she seized a nearby dying beast, and drained it of its remaining life-force as she breathed life into the baby elf’s pale, motionless body. He almost immediately caught his breath, and let out a long, healthy cry, at which his mother revived, but Kipiara was horrified to see that the baby’s skin had turned dark, dark as her own.

Feeling cursed and vile, Kipiara left the infant with his mother and ran northwards on foot, never stopping once until at length she came to the basin of Golden Falls, where she collapsed in despair and fatigue. That night, something drew the mighty spirit-horse to her, there at the very waterfall where she had frolicked with her love in times not so long past, and in an amazing moment of healing and resignation, she resonated with the magical apparition, taming him with her mind alone, and ever since, he has been her faithful steed, always ready to come to her aid should she need him, though she has given him his freedom.

Kipiara continued north for many days, into the snow-capped mountains of Alsius. The cold bit her deeply, draining her quickly, as she was not equipped to withstand it. Thinking she had nothing left in this world, she sought oblivion in that icy embrace, but what she found instead was a warm bonfire, and the accepting embrace of a family. She lived many seasons with that small tribe of rogue dwarves and utghars, drowning her sorrows in their hearty company and excellent mead. One of the dwarves spoke some rough Syrtian elvish, and he became her interpreter, mentor, and close friend. She learned to hunt from him, and after some time, began to pick up the tribal dialect spoken by the utghars. However, the small tribe was at a crisis. Beset on one side by unusually harsh winters, and on the other side by persecution from the old empire, their numbers dwindled slowly due to death, desertion, and flight, until Kipiara was left almost alone with her dwarven friend. He advised her that the tribe’s time was at an end, and that she should return to Ignis, that there was the only place she could hope to find acceptance and a home at last. He told her that it was her true realm, and she was needed there. She had thought at first that she would be considered a traitor, and so had believed that she would never return to Ignis, but her friend explained to her that there was no reason for her people to see her as a traitor. She was of their kind, and if she proved loyal and industrious, they would naturally accept her.

Seeing the good-sense of his advice, she agreed at length to make the journey, and together they travelled south to the new lands of Ignis, where she bid him a fond farewell. Due to her differences in dialect and her mysterious origins, she was indeed viewed with some suspicion for a time, but she soon gained the trust of her people and made many new friends. It was in Ignis that she first stepped through the portal and into the domain of Aurasthor the Golden, after which she became his devout worshipper and High Priestess. It was in meditation on the green shores of Ignis that she finally found true healing for her painful losses. Eferias will always be her first home, though it seems strange to say that after so much has changed, but her people are now the Ignites, the only ones upon whom she has not brought ruin because of what she is, or what she is not.

[Anunnaki]

Hey kipiara and wlcome,

Like it, will make my own when i have time :D, but it is a 800 old years story back when hamters ruled all lower races.

[saumya]

Hey and welcome! Would love to do that when il get time :P

[Hollow-Ichigo]

Oh my god.

[halvdan]

...female...
...devoted...
...fun-loving...
...Ready to make friends...
...Always ready to laugh...
...with smooth skin of a soft, rich, purplish hue
...dark, shady hair worn short, wavy, and free...
...and a straightforwardly pretty face...
...sporting full lips...
...dramatic, expressive brows..
...deep, sparkling, thoughtful, violet eyes...
...but delicate movements...
...Kinesthetic, playful,...
...passionate; slightly unpredictable...
...pleasurable experiences...
...quick to forgive...
...tolerant...
...goodhearted...
...sadistic fighter...
...starlit beaches, long baths, rich wine...
...amiable, companionship...
https://media.giphy.com/media/Y6OITrN9Y7G0M/giphy.gif

[saumya]

Dayron came to us, to the realm of alsius, not as a player, but as an angel from the heavens itself.
Dayron started slow, at first he was nothing but a ''daily random'' from most people, but when he started warring, he started chatting in realm chats.
He made friendships, being funny, with many people, but his first friend and nakama was La Zehaha. Those two were the literal example of Bromance, kissing each other every minute while at the same time calling each other Puts.

When Dayron was a little high level player, he got into few clans who helped him, but it seemed that no one could control the beast inside him. In just what might look like a few days, he showed his true nature.

At high level, he was a beast, people saw his true skill coming out, and he surprised and impressed many. But, what was the most amusing of all, was but his language and grammer.
For many, Dayron and his language, went together, and every single person of The alsius realm, knew about him.
The most interesting thing about dayron, as i said before, was the way he spoke. In today's age, we talk about famous quotes from famous people like Gandhi, but in few years, it will all be Dayron and his speakings.
In just a few moments, dayron was a leader, the whole realm talked about dayron, it was as if a Messiah had appeared.
Dayron's most famous quotes were ''put* and stupido'. But one day, it was too much. Him using this too much, got his main Barbarian and main toon perma banned. The whole realm was crying, we pleaded for unban, he pleaded for unban with puts, but it did not happen. At one point, we thought all was lost.

But then, something miraculous happened, it was Dayron's new character.
Dayron Barb.

WE rejoiced, the whole realm cheered, we kneeled down for him, and when he was expected to speak the 'Im back'' words, this instead came out of his mouth ''Sup pts''. It rejoiced us even more.

Dayron, even now continues to protect his dear nakamas, and lives on, always, within our hearts with the words ''put*''.

-------------------------------------Dayron-----------------------------------------

Name : Dayron Lopiko

Gender :Apachi helicopter 2000

Title : Angel bestowed by the heavens

Race: Demigod

Overview: Devoted to rush and complain about not getting heals

Skill: Best strategist, logically overthinking hs every move to do exactly oposite when it comes to it. Also, he's skilled group gatherer and leader, who always teach his fellow realmmates to improve
by telling them how put they are.

Appearance: Despite of having warm caring heart, dayron's face always looks angry

Weaknesses: Dayron's greatest weakness: his fellow teammates. he can't stand seeing them dying same as he cannot stand not getting heals and mana

Occupation :Being a follower of Fire spirit in exorcism of put entities which he gives relief and then puts about it

Style : 2cul4us guy who always thinks about masks over mags, trading nub 800 mags for a momo but not for a daen slayer, guy who is not so peculiar about how he looks

Personality: Dayron is great reliable teammate as he's fearsome enemy. he cares about his teammates and instantly heel their absence (especially conjs). Dayron is natural-born trader not fearing to take risks, as trading daen slayer for momo mask. by which we can say he supports looks over gear quality found only in 1 person born out of every 100000 people.

Motives: to learn englis, improve alsius, offend alsius conjus, get huge rp and wmc values and, To spread fear and introduce new race Demigods which can only be unlocked after 10k swears and 50k puts

Famous quotes by Dayron :
''Puttt ignis''
''Idiota conj no heals''
''put* no help''
''putt carbona no help''
''stupido saumya aca PN''
''putt draxgo I haven''
''recon - regon I have''
''yes fire spirit fb alsius pm''
''Putt recon correcty''
''calm down respect saum''
PS : We're sorry. this friend of ours doesnt speak english well so we're filling this up for him AS nakamas ~ Me, zehaha, carbona, fire spirit

[Hollow-Ichigo]

I thought dayron had the dark barbarian syndrome, but he might need more help than I first thought

[hardboy]

WE rejoiced, the whole realm cheered, we kneeled down for him, and when he was expected to speak the 'Im back'' words, this instead came out of his mouth ''Sup pts''. It rejoiced us even more.



i thought his first words when he came back was "puta soul knight"
they say soul knight reported him

[Lebeau]

I thought dayron had the dark barbarian syndrome, but he might need more help than I first thought

No help required methinks. Ichi, it's not at all fair or right to compare Dark Barbarian with Dayron imho. Why you ask? Simple. Ignis doesn't want to claim DB as their own, never did, never will, & think of him as a troll's warty ass & a complete embarrassment (I won't argue the merit of those sentiments). In Alsius however, we (meself included) fully claim Dayron as our own, warts & all, "puts" & all. Are DB & Day so very different really, hmmm, or do We, the Goat People, simply lack discernment, refinement, & good taste? Thus, is the difference here between DB & Day, or between Ignis & Alsius? Everyone will answer these questions according to their own gifts & good-natures ofc....or the lack thereof....

:viking:

[Drago-I]

Dayron came to us, to the realm of alsius, not as a player, but as an angel from the heavens itself.
Dayron started slow, at first he was nothing but a ''daily random'' from most people, but when he started warring, he started chatting in realm chats.
He made friendships, being funny, with many people, but his first friend and nakama was La Zehaha. Those two were the literal example of Bromance, kissing each other every minute while at the same time calling each other Puts.

When Dayron was a little high level player, he got into few clans who helped him, but it seemed that no one could control the beast inside him. In just what might look like a few days, he showed his true nature.

At high level, he was a beast, people saw his true skill coming out, and he surprised and impressed many. But, what was the most amusing of all, was but his language and grammer.
For many, Dayron and his language, went together, and every single person of The alsius realm, knew about him.
The most interesting thing about dayron, as i said before, was the way he spoke. In today's age, we talk about famous quotes from famous people like Gandhi, but in few years, it will all be Dayron and his speakings.
In just a few moments, dayron was a leader, the whole realm talked about dayron, it was as if a Messiah had appeared.
Dayron's most famous quotes were ''put* and stupido'. But one day, it was too much. Him using this too much, got his main Barbarian and main toon perma banned. The whole realm was crying, we pleaded for unban, he pleaded for unban with puts, but it did not happen. At one point, we thought all was lost.

But then, something miraculous happened, it was Dayron's new character.
Dayron Barb.

WE rejoiced, the whole realm cheered, we kneeled down for him, and when he was expected to speak the 'Im back'' words, this instead came out of his mouth ''Sup pts''. It rejoiced us even more.

Dayron, even now continues to protect his dear nakamas, and lives on, always, within our hearts with the words ''put*''.

-------------------------------------Dayron-----------------------------------------

Name : Dayron Lopiko

Gender :Apachi helicopter 2000

Title : Angel bestowed by the heavens

Race: Demigod

Overview: Devoted to rush and complain about not getting heals

Skill: Best strategist, logically overthinking hs every move to do exactly oposite when it comes to it. Also, he's skilled group gatherer and leader, who always teach his fellow realmmates to improve
by telling them how put they are.

Appearance: Despite of having warm caring heart, dayron's face always looks angry

Weaknesses: Dayron's greatest weakness: his fellow teammates. he can't stand seeing them dying same as he cannot stand not getting heals and mana

Occupation :Being a follower of Fire spirit in exorcism of put entities which he gives relief and then puts about it

Style : 2cul4us guy who always thinks about masks over mags, trading nub 800 mags for a momo but not for a daen slayer, guy who is not so peculiar about how he looks

Personality: Dayron is great reliable teammate as he's fearsome enemy. he cares about his teammates and instantly heel their absence (especially conjs). Dayron is natural-born trader not fearing to take risks, as trading daen slayer for momo mask. by which we can say he supports looks over gear quality found only in 1 person born out of every 100000 people.

Motives: to learn englis, improve alsius, offend alsius conjus, get huge rp and wmc values and, To spread fear and introduce new race Demigods which can only be unlocked after 10k swears and 50k puts

Famous quotes by Dayron :
''Puttt ignis''
''Idiota conj no heals''
''put* no help''
''putt carbona no help''
''stupido saumya aca PN''
''putt draxgo I haven''
''recon - regon I have''
''yes fire spirit fb alsius pm''
''Putt recon correcty''
''calm down respect saum''
PS : We're sorry. this friend of ours doesnt speak english well so we're filling this up for him AS nakamas ~ Me, zehaha, carbona, fire spirit

U forget to add "moaning in alsius chat 24/7"
Lol at putt draxgo I xD

[saumya]

Sorry to make ur reference lol, he kinda used it many times so thought id add it :P. But dw its not you ! its draxgo i !

[Drago-I]

Sorry to make ur reference lol, he kinda used it many times so thought id add it :P. But dw its not you ! its draxgo i !

Drago I in taco language its draxgo I lol

[saumya]

TACO? im triggered, dayron dosent speak taco language, i confirmed from a taco. He speaks something no one understands

[Lebeau]

U forget to add "moaning in alsius chat 24/7"...

No, Draggie ... saumya didn't ... that's MY job!

;)

[Elva Hunter]

http://imgur.com/tL8vzhd

http://imgur.com/6ApFPyy


+Name: Elva, aswell known as Elva Hunter, Elfa, Elve.

+Gender: Female

+Race: Half Elf

+Age: Apparently around 26 years

-Parents:Megan Gemny wood - Female Elf - Hunter
Kamael - Male Human - Farmer

+Overview: Hard-working, skilful and very talented

-Title: Hunter of Souls, The Power of Hunters. Founder of Elite of Syrtis clan and actual champion of Hunter class in Haven.

-Quote: Ofcourse i would not forget of "The Power of Hunters!" aha ^^ but there is sometthing that is for the new hunters (if there is any) who are starting now in the class, i said that on my last video and i will post here to try inspirate those who have choosen the hard way of be a hunter:
"The path of the hunter is hard...The more you become a true hunter...more you are hated. But it just shows that you are increasingly connected with the hunter that is withen you. Expand the boundaries and transcend them, control the mind of your enemy andbecome a predator". Elva, aura of eternity.


+Appearance: Elva has a medium size, green eyes, own a long hair which usualy she hide With hairstyles or cuts. The color of her hair now has the silver tone, just like her mother Megan. Elva has light-skinned, almost always varies clothing but has long been known for wearing a mini skirt and a long-sleeved blouse. She currently wears nightmare clothing, which suits her a lot and helps to ward off the tared ones of the central save lol
http://imgur.com/8ZxuNNz
http://imgur.com/6nDYgrv


+Personality: Elva is very kind, everyone know this on her social circle. Kinda timid and innocent often, specially in those things related to computers ^^" but at first, she may can act defensively with you, maybe even be a bit rude while still do not trust on you. but after, if you be a bit patient and kind, you will found out the best person to have by your side in RO world, as friend and as partner of battle and who knows, as clan leader.

-Style: What to say?....she is simply beautiful....and get even more due it's natural dominance and power. All this in a semi-elf sometimes a little gwky and timid.

-Skills/Special Abilities: Walk and shot: the user manipulates the space of time between walk and shot to improve the time of reaction.
Auto Casting: The User makes his/her spells cast alone and automatically one after other to decrease the time of response of the char between each spell used.

Predict: Allow the user to know what his target will do or is going to do with a small time advatage, works against any class and any user, no matter if she have the visual of the foe or not.

Supremacy: The user makes an attack that gives almost or no chance of reaction for the foe, works on everykind of foe no matter the class or the user.

Control Range: Result of the fusion of Walk and Shot and Auto Casting, this ability allow the user to join and leave the limit range of the foe, allowing the user to join in the range, cast a spell and then leave the range once again forcing the foe to walk to try go allong the range.

Mental Timing: Not at all a special ability, but result of a large experience of battles, allow the user to know exacly when the spell of the foe and also his own spells will over, cutting some precious 000,00 seconds from the time of reaction.

Pet Dispel: No longer usable due the update :(, this ability could allow the pet to dispel stuns on the the pet user, exceptional for pvps but only worked in arenas.

Ghost Pet: No longer usable due the update :( could make the pet invisible even while attacking, exceptional for pvps but only worked in arenas.

Advanced Lineage: As a gift of being the daughter of Megan, Elva can improve her spells, abilities and techniques everytime she pass for a hard situation or when is defeated. this ability allow the user to improve significantly his/her abilities after a defeat, which means that the same attack or strategy hardly will work twice against her.


-Weaknesses/Problems: Thirst for killing: The very high self-confidence and the fact of she never have found a limit in terms of hunt and pvp makes she have problems with the thirst. She cannot control verywell the wish of hunt and kill....the feeling of join in a hard fight...this is really a problem because often this put her in situations in which most of the players would just go away or camo, but her instincts push her to fight even knowing that the enemy has numeric superiority for example. The feeling of after the harsh fight be the last one standing gives a pleasure impossible of describe to her.

Trees and Rocks: Even being from the wood elvens land, she often have problems with trees and rocks, because since most of the foes know her they avoid to fight directly with her, resorting to rocks and trees, to try get some advatage/protection. Elva's offensive style does not suit very well to this kind of fight, but unfortunatelly 90% of her 1v1s end up in a tree or rock because the foe ran to there.
http://imgur.com/9VQMt4H

+Motives/Goals: She promissed to one of the Gods of Syrtis, that she found once, to become the strongest hunter from the Haven's world. (Fulfilled)

-Occupation: She keeps searching for more informations about her family past...She still owns her parents property, but she avoid go there due bad memories. Elva works a professional hunter, in service of the Realm, hunting targets classified as "priority" for the Realm in the lands beyond Syrtis territory in which no one want to go alone and pull troops there would risk too many lives.

-Residence: Since there is currently no enemy representing a real danger to the kingdom, she is resting in the land of the elven gods waiting to be called.

-Trivia: haha there had many moments, but a screen shot speaks better than 100 words :P so...
http://imgur.com/w9B3PjH
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http://imgur.com/RGwny6q
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over than 5 years of game, so much moments...so much memories...so much important persons...so much real friends. i feel god...^^

-Suggestion of song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmgvIWpVUwc


-Biography: on the followings post.

-Be strong, be strong, go ahead and do not stop ... do not look back ... there's nowhere to back, just go ahead and transcend your limits...

Elva Hunter - Elite of Syrtis

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[Elva Hunter]

BEFORE BECOME A HUNTER.

Elva's past is Is very connected to events that took place during the revolution of the black elves, that gave rise to what we now know as the kingdom of Ignis.

She is the only daughter of Megan Gemny wood and Kamael. Megan was the commander of a small group of soldiers in service of the Realm, to be specific, in service and under the direct orders of Ancalimon Jadescribe.
She and her group was responsible for track and kill targets classified as "priority" for the Realm and which the regular troops could not kill easily without a massive cost of lives.

Kamael were a farmer, a common man who decided follow another way instead of joining the realm forces as soldier. His kind heart wasn't made to fight or kill, so he decided to be a farmer, owning a small property between Fisgael city and Korsum Town near the wind mills.

Megan and Kamael meet each other when a group of orcs attacked Kamael during the grazing of animals.. Megan saw him in trouble and right when the orc was going to slash him with it's axe, Megan pierced him with a sharp arrow through the orc's back that crossed his chest.

Kamael still scared, saw that beautiful female elf with long silver hair and the face covered by the sunlight stending the hand to him for he get up.
After sometime a baby born, was a girl, and they decided to name her of "Elva" which mean in the old idiom of the elves "A esperança do Reino". A name which had the meaning of much of what the Realm of Syrtis were needing on that epoch....Hope.

Ancalimon was with a weird behavior, the Realm had some serious defeats in the battle of bridge praire against the revolucionary force of slaves which made an alliance with the king of the dwarves with the sole pourpose of destroy Syrtis and get the head of the most important generals of this Realm. Many soldiers were dying. others were still being healed and needing some more recover and in addition to all this, there had rumors of an very powerfull hunter helping the Ignis group of slaves to find and kill without any mercy the generals from syrtis. Some were killed even while sleeping in their homes.

Due this, Megan was having one mission over another without time to rest, her group were already on its limit and already had lost 3 members.
and then one night....

During the dinner a wind blows in the window ... making fire from the fireplace flicker... Megan knows what it is ... And Kamael too since he had already gotten used to it.

Kamael - Come Elva, is time for sleep, daddy will tell you another history of the Legendary Megan and it's adventures.

with the small hand stended in the direction of Megan...

Elva: And mom?.... come mom...come..."
Kamael: "-Don't worry, soon she will come....
Elva: -"Before i realize and when i less expect?...
Kamael: - "exact my dear".

Megan goes out and from the shadows a voice says:

Elven Messenger: Miss Megan, i am so sorry for come at this time, but the Lord Ancalimon need you to present to him now. We already invited the others.
Megan:Understood.

Megan get her feared bow "gemny bow" and fly on her griphon towards the castle of fisgael...

Megan kneels and says:

Megan: Lord Ancalimon you called?...
Ancalimon: Puf ahah Megan, Megan....Always so formal and focused...You know you don't need to do such things. How is the Baby?... Kind as the father and strong as the mother i guess.
Ancalimon: The pourpose of i call you here and your soldiers at this time is that we have informations of who is the hunter which is leading the group of Slaves against our members.
Megan: What!?...This is serious?...but he even seems to have been helped, his attacks are too precise, even seems that someone from inside is..."
Ancalimon: Megan!... Our informations are clear...forget this idea, we have a solid Realm here and there are no reasons to desconfiar.
Ancalimon: Now move with your group to the Swamp; Our informer said that he lays there with only 2 warriors to protect him. Your mission is, together with your group find and eliminate all of them.
Ancalimon: That's not an hard mission for you at all...Megan of Gemny wood.
Ancalimon: And Megan...if possible...bring me their heads...Your know...it's politic...for i show to our nobles that there is no longer reason to fear.
Megan: Understood sir.
Megan: "Ready girls?....Let's go!.

IN THE SWAMP.

Galatea: Sir...ive seen mist....but like this one...and so cold...makes me wish to finish that mission fast and go back warm my bones with a beer in fisgael bar.
Megan: I know Galatea...but i suggest you to focus or this bear will have to wait for the next life.
Helen: haha huhuh Galatea...no beer for you today you blond drunk! :D
Galatea: grrr...
Helen: Here....130 n... 1 A 2 W....
Galatea: "Let's kill them fast, i want my beer and leave this place.
Megan: Carreful.
Megan: "There is! Galatea, distract the warrior from right, Helen, get the one from left, i will care of the hunter. Go!.
Galatea: What!!?...
Helen: OMg.....
Megan: how so....they are all under divine intervention?....but how?!...

-On this moment the ground start to tremble....a huge worm show up from the ground...It's Thorkul!!...the terrior of northen lands....and above him is the king of dwarves,....some ignis mages and more goats warriors show up from the hole which the huge worm digged.
The Slave Revolutionary force, using an ancient and lost dark magic, together with the ultgar's, managed to take control of the worm for a while, and they made the perfect trap to kill the last commander of Syrtis who was from the Age of the ancient elven Gods.

Helen: oh My God Megan, how....how this is possible?...how they knew about us?..
Megan: I don't know Helen...but if they hide inside the ground was for we don't be able to detect them. and they only could use such strategy if they had all sure that we were here.

Helen is on disispair and seems that will lose the control....then....
SLAP!...
Galatea slap Helen and says...

Galatea: Come on....you always was the most inteligent from the group and and now will lose the control you baby fool?....
Galatea: Puf!....Seems that i will lose my beer!..
Megan: Girls...during all this time we fought together...we helped each other in the most harsh moments....so i don't feel in the right of ask anything else from you..."
Helen and Galatea: We know Megan!...you will always be our leader....Here....and in the Next Life.
Helen: you know that someone have to pass by them....and that we only have one chance...so...
Galatea: we will live whitin you Megan...
Megan: Girls no! we can do some other thing.
Helen: I am the smarter...you know that this is the only way!
Galatea: Was a honor sir, and a pleasure...

-With tears in the eyes Megan tightens her bow....and scream....

Megan: Let's Go!
Dwarven King: "Fools!!... Go, Smash them!

-The screen get white....faces screaming....eyes with faith...eyes with tears...a final blow and nothing else can be listened....just the silence....the silence of feelings...the silence of swamp...

After the dust lower,are noticed two elven archers fallen on the ground .... a mage of ignis had his head plucked out of his trunk. The other was nailed to a tree on the other side of the battlefield by an arrow ....
is seen yet Hunter of Ignis with an arrow on the Shoulder ... His Serpent was dead too, but it can still be revived ... But the griffin fallen beside him is gone.

And the dwarven king lived to see this and tell the story ... but not without bleed, with an arrow buried in his neck .... an arrow with the symbol of Gemny wood.

Warrior from ignis: Who were them?.... how 3 single female elves can do that?...
Ultgar Warrior: The last wine is always the most delicious...However, more expensive. Seems that "they" fulfiled their words about give those elves to us....

-The Hunter from Ignis ...Pulls the arrow from his shoulder and says:

Ignis Hunter: those are no longer a problem...but there is still who managed crawl to home.
Dwarven King: She wont live longer...

-The Hunter from Ignis licking the blood on the arrow that came off his shoulder then says:

Ignis Hunter: Yes...and i will make sure of this...

IN SYRTIS REALM

Megan ride to her house.
Kamael listen a noise...and when he open the door...there is Megan...and she falls on his arms.

Kamael: Megan!...Megan...what happened!!?....
Megan: A trap...it was a trap....From In...si..d...

-Megan fainted in the arms of Kamael, who stayed taking care o her secretly on their residence.
The news of the failed mission arrived at Ancalimon in the morning, which received it with some sadness and resignation, but at the same time with a conformism followed by ...

Ancalimom: "The commander is dead, and her group too, but this is no reason to hesitate, they would want us to go forward, with me as their lord and with a kingdom always strong and united."

-The tearful and still bewildered nobles of the kingdom see Ancalimon's speech as if it were that of their savior and savior of the Kingdom, diminishing the discontent of the nobles with him

[Elva Hunter]

IN A QUIET AND PEACEFULL FARM.

Megan: Where we are?...where is Elva?
Kamael: you need to rest my dear...you wounds still aren't recovered.
Megan: since when i am sleeping?...
Kamael: Since past night when you arrived.
Megan: we have to go! get Elva, let's get away!
Kamael: Megan lay, you cannot walk this way...your wounds will open again, plus is almost night, we can't walk with Elva around at night with you on this situation....the orcs will devour us, and you know that the first most hard here is yours, and you can't do nothing like this. so rest.
Megan: you don't understand kamael?....this was a trap!.
Kamael: what?!...
Megan: someone from inside the Realm...from inside Syrtis, gave us wrong informations, and sent us directly to a trap. Me...Helen....Galatea...

-Tears start to roll in large amounts from Megan eyes....
Megan: they killed them...Galatea...Helen....Haaaaaaa!!!!!!!
Kamael: Omg what exactly happened there my dear?....

Megan: (Crying) we were sent to swamp on past night. the mission assigned to us was to defeat the hunter from ignis who is leading the attacks to syrtis commanders. we were informed that there only had him and two warriors....but when we arrived there all of them were buffed....under divine intervention. and from the ground thorkul showed up....with a group of alsius and ignis and the dwarf king over thorkul. they were all hidding inside the group for don't allow us to track them. they knew we were there!
Kamael: Omg...and how come? how come thorkul has moved to swamp?...
Megan: i don't know...they commented about some kind of ancient magic from the past, which is lost nowadays. Anyway i don't think they gonna be able to use it once again...we killed the two dark elves which were using this spell , so this kind of gun never more will be used again against Syrtis.

-Then Elva join in the room...

Elva: Momy....you will be ok?...
Megan: I am already ok my elfe, just for see you.....come give me a hug.

-After this they had a dinner in familly and went sleep....
But far in the night Megan instincts awaken her....

Megan: Kamael! bring Elva and run from here. Go to Ulren Asir Village to our cottage, there a messenger will find you, it's silvia fast wind, she is trustable, ask her to contact seamus in fisgael he will care of you.
Kamael: i will never leave you Megan....don't ask me for don't fight this time!

-The door got broken in this moment, and then...

Hunter from Ignis: Oh ... What a cozy home.....And huh....look what i found...An gemny wood and her familly.
Megan: Haaaa....you insect!

-Megan is unarmed at this moment...but even so, charges towards the ignis hunter.

Hunter from Ignis: huh...what do you think that you can do with this broken body and without any weapon?....

-The two warriors who came with the hunter went to attack Megan, but Kamael shove both, they fell on the floor and kamael stayed there holding them, while Megan were advancing towards the hunter.

Ignis hunter: Cold blood! Take this! Die Megan Gemny wood!

-An powerfull arrow blasts Megan body...a direct shot which scatter blood in everywhere, Megan Falls to her knees near the hunter and vomits some blood, result of the attack....But...

Megan: Haa...aha...do you think?.....do you really think?....that i will fall with such kind of elementary blow?!!!...
Megan: Cold blood!!!
Ignis hunter: WHat?!!

-She takes off the arrow which was thrown on her body and with the cold blood actived enterra the arrow directly on the ignis hunter breast...piercing his armor like papel and his heart. his dark blood overspread around the room....

Ignis warrior 1: WHat?!
Ignis warrior 2: how she made that without a bow? only using bare hands!?.....
Ignis warrior 1: Unstoppable madness! Fulmination!
Ignis Warrior 2: Unstoppable Madness! Rage of the earth!
Kamael: Ha.....
Megan: Kamael!...
Megan: stunning first! Elva my dear....live....live...and become strong...our hopes are with you....and we love you!...
Kamael: take this you worms!

-Kamael charges once again, Even deadly hurted, into both ignis barbarians...

Kamael: Megan i love you....Elva...Daddy loves you...we gonna be with you...always...
Kamael: Fast Megan!...
Megan: Camouflage corpse!...

-Megan camoed the little elva which was lying on the floor crying, scared.
Elva: "Daddy...mom!!"

-Then Megan got the bow of the ignis hunter who had failed and casted her last destroying blow...

Ignis Warrior 1: I will not allow!! Typhon!
Ignis Warrior 2: Lighting Strike!
Megan: Son of the wind!,Cold blood, dirty fighting, Repetition Shot!!! "Live elva...live!.....we gonna be with you....Before you realize..."
Kamael: "...and when you less expect"....

-Elva with the little arm extended under the camouflage effects scream for her parents....
The arrows blow everything on the field....

The explosion of the attacks called the attention of everyone inside Syrtis....About the facts, the official news was that a group of revolutionary slaves from ignis were hidden inside syrtis since the past invasion, and attacked the farm of some villagers...but there had an explosion and everyone was given as dead.

PARALLEL TO THE FACTS:

Ignis Conjurer: Ressurection!...
ignis Hunter: ufs...Why did you take so long?...
Ignis conjurer: you who asked for i don't interrupt, and beyond that...be grateful....more a few seconds dead and i never more could raise you from the death again.
Ignis Hunter: are you saying that i have luck of be alive?....
Ignis conjurer: Who knows...this hole in your armor says something?...
Ignis Hunter: grr.....Shit...shut up... no! ...Don't touch it!. I still feel the cold of that arrow inside of my chest...
Ignis conjurer: Come....Our job here is done.
Ignis hunter: and the girl?....there had a little girl here...
Ignis conjurer: Look well....Those two on the floor....were the most powerful barbarians from Ignis...and are all in pieces now...you had lucky of still be entire, so i could res you. Do you really think that a small children would survive to this?...
Ignis Hunter: Enemy Surveillance.
Ignis conjurer: puf....
Ignis Hunter: "No tracks were found"....Yes...you must be right...nothing could survive...
Ignis conjurer: Come...let's teleport out from here....soon the trash elve army will show up, we don't need to abuse of their kindness.
Ignis conjurer: Teleport to central save!.

YEARS PASSED....

-The years passed and the little Elva raised....she was cared by silvia and Seamus and became a hunter. They never explained well to her about the past facts and Ancalimon got "happy" when came to his ears that a small shildren had survived to the attack in the farm...and that this girl was the daughter of Megan, he found a way to take some political advatage of this...showing to the nobles of the Realm the miracle...and that on his hands the Realm still had...
HOPE.

AFTER BECOME A HUNTER

Elva now is a hunter. She still owns her parents property, but she avoid go there due bad memories.

The "Dark Years" of Syrtis seems that were left behind and now she works as a professional hunter, in service of the Realm, hunting targets classified as "priority" for the Realm in the lands beyond Syrtis territory in which no one want to go alone and pull troops there would risk too many lives.
She promissed to one of the Gods of Syrtis, that she found once, to become the strongest hunter from the Haven's world.

And for more weird that it seems....she still have dreams with her parents....and usually his mother show up to her on dreams teaching techniques and helping her...

She keeps searching for more informations about her family past...and as more she search more she feels that is joining in a mist...a misterious mist of syrtis that hide dangeours secrets...


Curiosities:
Do you knew?: Elva's saying "The Power of Hunters" was inspirated in an Illidan Saying and she says this to prove that Hunter class is more than a merely support class. She want to show and make the Hunter class strong and respected around the RO world.

Do you knew?: She is one of the few, realy few players in Syrtis Haven which we can call as "pure blood" since she never made multi realming staying with her blood pure as Syrtian.
Do you knew?: Elva's main combo, and that after became the main combo of most of Raven/Haven Hunters, was developedin Raven's time, when she was trying to find a way to kill players such landroveu in a way fast and without give any or almost no one chance of reaction. Thank the hate on hunters in part to her ^^" haha
Do you knew? Before found the Elite of Syrtis Elva was from Forsaken but was betraied there and decided leave the clan, but not before kill the founder of Forsaken and the clan leaders in arena which was fun!. but due them she never got a draconic gem, even deserving :/

Best Regards,

Elva Hunter - Elite of Syrtis

:syrtis:

[saumya]

Elva found his forum for wall of texts, peace in some other threads for now

[Hollow-Ichigo]

Trying to read walls of text in broken english. feelsbad

[Kipiara]

Elva found his forum for wall of texts, peace in some other threads for now

I'm glad Elva decided to participate. It was a very nice gesture, and I'm still looking forward to reading yours too! :)

[Lebeau]

Elva found his forum for wall of texts, peace in some other threads for now

I never really got past the 'godmode stage' in this process ... male & female he created them ... utghar, nordo, dwarvenkind .... I gotta' appreciate how certain ppl fantasize it all out, then think it thru, & write their stories down for posterity, but hey, once upon a time, that's what some did, to keep the stories of their ppl alive, & it's wtf the forum's fan fiction section was for, & it was quite active for awhile, with ppl actually waiting in anticipation for the next installment of the ongoing tale, just like GM-ing the various RPG-sessions around a table with friends creating a shared storyline, like saturday-afternoons-of-old at the theatre showing B&W serials, & just like the even-older campfire sagas that each took many nights to recount the full tale....

:)

[Lebeau]

Trying to read walls of text in broken english. feelsbad

:thumb_up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4lUcjUv37A :thumb_down:

[Elva Hunter]

:...

Simple ... you don't have to read. just ignore it :wink:

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[Lebeau]

Simple ... you don't have to read. just ignore it :wink:

Ever heard of "Harrison's Postulate"? So sorry you took it this way, 'Elvis' (uh-huh-huh!). As proof of this, I did positively say above to saumya: "...I gotta' appreciate how certain ppl fantasize it all out, then think it thru, & write their stories down for posterity...". Notice, this other vid-post reply was to Hollow-Ichigo, & thus, is referring to you as the artist "with the need to create", & to Ichi as "the inevitable afterbirth"....

:o