Might take a bit, just to warn you. These will be characters from another rp I am doing.
Name: Carthrandour Nethretor
Age: 26
Race: 'Carinoriath'
Alliance: Merc
Biography: One of the last few remaining warriors in his race, Carthrandour was set to become the right hand of his goddess, Serian, Lady of Tartarus. Amongst his journeys to defend the various villages and outposts of his people from a rival god, he learned that Serian had been using his people to further her own agenda of greed and lust. To this end, she sealed many of his memories away and sent him through space and time to what seems like present time Earth. There, he lived his life for several years, meeting members of other races that had gone through similar teleportations.
Shortly after his fifteenth birthday, the continent they lived on was attacked by an unknown force of mages, causing a massive earthquake that shook their school to the ground. Carthrandour held the ceiling of the cafeteria up to allow his friends the chance to escape, seemingly dooming himself. However, Serian had too much invested in the boy to allow him to die then, and so she opened up a portal to his old home near him. He decided to take his chances with the unfamiliar portal, and jumped through. The cessation of his spell cause the last remaining section of the school's roof to cave in, giving his old friends the illusion that he was dead.
Returning to the world he once lived in, he was unceremoniously dropped from a fair height rather than spat out onto the ground, as if punishment for forcing Serian's hand. He was knocked out by the impact, and a hunter from a nearby village found him. The villagers all believed him to be a guardian sent from the heavens to save them from some undead dragon that was terrorizing the numerous villages in the area, simply because of the flute around his neck. So, rather than going after the dragon, he went after the necromancer. After asking around some of the other villages, he learned of Taraskour's whereabouts and promptly headed to his cave.
Weapons: Twin scimitars, shortbow, earth magic and dark magic, magical seals
Equipment: scale mail, small necklace with a flute pendant, can detach from the chain and enlarged to play like an actual flute
Magic Level: 5
Force Level: -
Appearance: http://kenzu7388.deviantart.com/art/KenzComp-150167453Name: Serian Norsen
Age: Unknown
Race: Goddess
Alliance: None
Biography: Serian has been the Goddess Regent of Tartarus ever since its creation, roughly a thousand or so years after the creation of the Mortal World. She has become quite tired of life, and is constantly seeking new things to do. She has long since exhausted the 'nice' or 'pure' options, and has begun branching out into the less, accepted, activities. Her life has been long and boring, if you ask her, while many others will say otherwise.
Heading many wars, being the center of more than her fair share of conspiracies, and some more, 'intimate,' gatherings, Serian has seen just about all life has to offer. Now, she has her sights set on the other gods and goddesses, thinking that, should she steal their powers, she will be able to return to her previous home. There, she can find worthy opponents and lovers, as well as the power to create new realms.
Upon her exile from the unnamed realm of beginnings, she was stripped of her position in the Brotherhood, as well as the majority of her power, leaving her with the power of a goddess. Many of the co-regents she has had in the past have said that she is still seems frustrated with her relative lack of power. Only one, however, was told the severity of what the Brotherhood had done to her.
"The power of a Startwo Brotherhood member is enough to create and destroy existance itself. It is enough power to make a god feel like naught but an ant, to warp time and space itself with naught but a thought. To throw Reality out the window, and create it anew."
Weapons: Naginata and two scimitars, powerful magic, specializing in the Earth, Darkness, and Illusion spheres.
Equipment: Whatever she needs, she conjures up on the spot.
Magic Level: 6
Force Level: -
Appearance: http://lacrima83.deviantart.com/art/Kalli-150615937 The only difference is that her pupil is shaped like an oval with pointed sides, rather than rounded.
Name: Arianos Darien
Age: 37
Race: Human
Alliance: his small village
Biography: A hunter in the village Carthrandour first dropped into, Arianos is the only villager who knows how to hold a sword. He served with the Thoraian military for fifteen years before finally retreating to this village to settle down. Married with three kids, Arianos has become quite friendly in his years in the village. He still flinches and goes quiet when he hears of war, or the Thoraians.
He has quite bad back problems after he was crushed by a destroyed catapult during the war, and is forced to wear a bone and leather brace to prevent his back from collapsing upon itself. He views the brace as a punishment for the lives he shattered, and so is always rather morose when his wife helps him clean and maintain the brace.
He has recently come to believe that he is already atoning for what he has done by providing food and security for the small village. The village elder is always reminding him about how they all owe their lives and livelihoods to him. Due to this, he seems to take his unofficial position as the village's militia quite seriously, and so carries his bow everywhere.
Weapons: Hunting bow and skinning knife
Equipment: Arrows and a whetstone, flask filled with 'Bartender's Fire'
Magic Level: -
Force Level: -
Appearance: http://ulysses0302.deviantart.com/art/Eric-the-Hunter-remastered-136939058
