Character Profiles

[Jamesisking]

Dont get a tat just go to Reds =P
;)

[dogofwar]

yeah go to reds tavern , u dont need a tat first thing in town lol

[Swedishboy7]

My RP characters:

Name: Founts
Species: Anthro Unicorn
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Mate: None
Friends: Coin
History: Unknown
Look: Pretty long and muscular. Has white fur which shines in monelight. Also, he has got a long, glowing horn in his forehead.

Name: Lossus
Species: Dragon
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Mate: None, but searching
Friends: None yet
History: Comes from the mountains. His family has become killed by humans, and now he is on his own. He searches for a place to start a new life.
Look: Pretty big, and with large wings. He is purple with a blue belly and blue wings.

[Foxilady13]

I thought I would do a little update to my RP bio since things have changed over the last month.

I took over the rp character of Arctic Princess and looking forward to getting to know all of you.

RP:
My roleplay character is a female canis lupis. Specifically a Canis lupus arctos; known as the arctic wolf.

Sex: Female
Height: 5'4"
Fur Color: White and light cream
Eyes: Blue/Green Eyes
Weight: 135 Lbs.
Social Status: Very Friendly
Mate: Nash http://www.beastforum.com/showuser-127352.html
Orientation: Straight
Age: 44
Apartment #503 @ the Redwolf Tavern, Restaurant, Inn and Apartments
Waitress @ the Redwolf Tavern

Powers: Telepathy, Mind Reading, Healing, Learning to understand and speak with animals, Fire, Immortality.

History: Mostly Unknown, remembers being raised with 3 siblings and our mother abandoning us at a young age, having to learn to take care of ourselves. Partnered early into a less than desirable relationship, which has long since ended and found myself searching for a new place to call home and possibly a new mate to go along with that new place.

Recently mated with Nash and haved formed a loving and very playful relationship. We share a den up the top of the hill, if you follow the trail that leads directly from the RedWolf Tavern you will run into our home.


Friendly, outgoing, caring, sincere wolf who gets along with all species. Dedicated to all my friends who I now consider my new family and I will do anything to protect them from harm. Once someone has betrayed my friendship, kindness or confidence I become extremely ferocious and can be quite violent and volatile. Since I am immortal I usually do not forgive those who betray me and I ensure they get what I believe is deserved for their lack of loyalty.

RP Name: Arctic Princess

I'm the one on DW's avatar's back.

Proud member of the BF Wolfpack.

This post has been edited by Foxilady13 on Sep 3 2007, 03:44 PM

[Rhammi]

well, i guess i could post what my characters are about. seeing as i now have two. one for me, and one for my friend Ashely. well, here goes.

Name: Rhammi Darigaaz (prefers Darigaaz)
Age: 2103
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Wanderer
Personality Description: Darigaaz loves to be around others. he is always calm under any situation. he is selfless, always putting others before himself.
Physical Description: (dragonoid form, my user photo) 6'2", black hair, 135 pounds. (true dragon form, my avatar) 12'8", 1450 pounds.
History: Darigaaz was born into a royal family of 7. his mother, father, two brothers and two sisters. his siblings wanted him dead, as he was next in line to the thrown. after several attempts that were unsucesfull, he left wanting to avoid the constant attacks from his brothers and sisters. they pursued him though, thinking he would one day return and take what is his. Darigaaz had no intrest in becoming the lord of the Shivan Fire Dragons. but he knew that as long as he was alive, his brothers and sisters could not lead. they would not be the best choice, as they were tainted with evil. on his journey, he realized how noone can live forever, as you eventually grow old and die. this was his greatest fear: dying. not able to find a way to prevent death by unnatural means, he did manage to find a way to live forever should nothing interfer with his life and kill him. it was the phoenix curse. ever ten years, he would be reborn, losing his memories for a month and staying as a infant during that time. over the years, he managed to reduce the time to a little over a week. but this was as far as he could get it. Darigaaz's favorite hobby was to battle. he loves the idea of challenging someone and seeing who has the greater skill in the arts of fighitng. Darigaaz is self taught, but he always managed to win a fight using his best strength: his mind. Darigaaz has made many friends over the years, and lost just as many to death from age or disease or murder. though he knows the friends he makes will not last long as he will, he still enjoys meeting new people and seeing what they think, like, and do. Darigaaz has been involved in many important battles throughout his life. though he fears death, he would never let someone die if he could help it. he would gladly put himself in the way of harm to protect anyone. he has fought wizards bent on destroying kingdoms, monsters harrasing villages, armies fighting for no reason. Darigaaz is always wandering the land, looking for anyone who may need his help.

[dogofwar]

just a lil thing i wrote about Selian , i have some stories too but lack of response to my first one means i probably wont post em. . .


The account of Selian mistmare written by jonas slayger , scholar and librarian of brenata.

Selian Mistmare whos name originates from his vampirical and drow heritage , current warlord of the dark regions , head of the black spire mage council and terror of the realm and beyond , has lead an eventful , bloody and painful life , born in a drow city in the underdark , the regions below the crust of our world , those deep dank and dark caves , home of the Drow and many other species of evil dark breeders , from birth he was a priveledged child , member of the high family , whose ties in the political and social ladders of the cities made the indesputable rulers over the other family clans, as such Selian was relatively indulged , even spoiled child , subject to no pain or cruelty , other than that he inflicted upon others himself , he seemed to revel in causing agony to individuals , an obsession with powe soon became apparent , this being demonstrated by his first duel at the age of 18 , the age at which he notedly disintegrated a duel partners right arm before proceeding to run them through carelessly , telling them they should have backed out before leaving them to die , the duel partner did die , Selian made sure of that. At the age of 20 his father was killed in a war with ananthro wolf clan , bought down by a warlord of the wolven forces , Selian swore revenge , later killing the warlord , death by insertion of molten needles to the body , but after his fathers death his mother sought out new male friendship as is the way of the Drow , finding it in the vampire Seyasus mistmare ,who proceeded to marry Selians mother , vampifying the family , high ranking members only of course , al of whom Selian would later kill for the main reason of being the only one with the power of both Drow and vampire. Leaving the underdark at the age of 30 it is unknown what Selian did until his reemergence at the age of 38 , when he overthrew the lord of black spire castle , a human named Eric Harfoorjd , killing him and his family , expelling all humans from the castle , and recruiting vampire and Drow alike to serve him , proving himself against any who wished to fight him for the right to rule , his prowess in magical and physical combats earning him the title of warlord of black spire , later to become warlord of the dark regions. at the age of 50 the castle was attacked by a force of humans and anthro bulls aded by minotaurs , the rebels were drawn into the caslte and massacred , none survived. Other battles noteworthy are the massacre of telenora in which Selian and the dark regions vampires razed the city of telenora killing every resident and soldier they found , for the sole purpose of showing they could do it. From then on Selian was a ruthless and efficient leader to the dark region armies , and still is to this day , ruling with a bloody and iron fist , partial to lashing out with his monumental temper and caring not for who he kills or maims.

The one weakness known of Selian is his rapier of blue steel , it is fabled that until he has turned it black with pure chaos and darkness , his body shall still be subject to holy powers , until it is blackened ,he can be killed.

if this is found not in my hands or in the hands of those to whom i have passed it , please know i have been killed for this telling , remember me as the one to note Selian , and his weakness , use it please , before it is too late . . .

JS

[equine1]

I did not see this story before, but you deserve a 10 for posting it. As good a writter as you are I would like to read more of your work. Don't be discouraged by lack of response. Sometimes it's hard to put gratitude or praise into words. I know as I'm one who tends not to say how much a work inspires me even though I want to. A bit lazy I know, but I'm working on that. I think perhaps we all should

Keep up the good work eh ^_^

[dogofwar]

thanks mate ^_^

[Rhammi]

ok guys. ive got Ashely's role play character. yes, the same friend who caught me here on BF wants to rp here lol. anyways, this is how she wants her character to be.

Name: Hannah Rose
Species: Human
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Tends to help wherever she can
Personality Description: Likes to have fun, jokes around, caring for others, loves making friends.
Physical Description: 5'4", pink hair, 128 pounds, caucassion.
History: Hannah was a princess at one time. she lived a protected life, though never cared too much for royalty. she didnt have many friends, as there was only the other royal families she was allowed to play with. many times she would look out her window and see other children playing with one another. having fun even though they were not rich as she was. then, on her 18th birthday, a large dragon came and kidnapped her. the dragon took her to his castle, which lay in a desolute land. no trees or plants grew here. the dragon told her she was to be bait for a 'noble hero' to come and try to rescue her. but he would never make it there, as the dragon always did this and always killed the would be hero. after hearing this, Hannah decided she should try to escape. as she was sneaking out of the castle, the dragon met her at the door. he was about to punish her for trying to escape, when another dragon came out of nowhere and attacked him. in the confusion, she took the advantage and ran as fast as she could. eventually she went into a forest and laid down by a small stream. as she lay, the dragon who had fought the kidnapper appeared. at first she was scared. but after an exchanging of words, she decided this dragon did not want any harm to her. in fact, it seemed he wanted to help her. his wings were badly damaged so he could not fly her home. instead, they walked through the forest. they had a wonderful time together. seeing new places and things she had never even heard of. when her home was in sight, the evil dragon attacked again. this time, her friend had to sacrifice himself to keep her safe. she finally made it to her home, but told her parents she did not want to stay as she wanted to journey the world. her mother was skeptical, but her father was understanding, as he had journeyed as well and understood the desire to explore. after a long discussion, both parents gave their best wishes and let Hannah Rose go out into the world to find new places. hopefully finding a place she best fits in.

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[dogofwar]

this is the battle which is prominent in Dows profile , the one he was banished fromso i think it should go here


Standing upon the arid desert sands the anubite officer watches , the humans were getting closer , blasphemers , commiters of sacriliege to great anubis , they would pay for their insulting little lives , not knowing of the ambush waiting for them in the sands of the desert ,soon now , soon the anubite army would hit them . . . and they would treason no more!


The human clans spears in hand walked through the sands , their course taking them for the next oasis , their mounts needing water as much as they did , laughing and talking , care free , thinking themselves safe in this area of the desert , so far from any civilization , until the sands shifted , it was nothing at first , then with an alarmed cry from the front , the sands around the humans spiralled into miniature tornadoes m leaving 8-9 foot anubite warriors in their place , then with a roar from the officer , the battle begins , at first a storm of clanging metal and screams of pain and anger accentuated now and then by an explosion of power as a battle mage unleashed their power into the fray , then the humans regrouped , bunching up for safety , not thinking about the anubite magic until a mage of around 8"7 stabbed his hands into the air , arcing a great ball of flame from empty air , spiralling it into the humans , ripping many apart , throwing many more into the air , the anubites charging in through the gap , sickles slashing into unprotected flesh , picking up humans , throwing them into the air with immense strength , the humns fight back , slashing at the anubite legs and stomachs , rerouping now they had not need fear battle magic with anubites so close , spears lashing out into the anubites , forcing them back , then in one movement every anubite seemed to dissapear but for one , the mage , he stood not 10 meters from the group of humans staring into their eyes as they looked into his , then in one move he arcs his hands throught the air , igniting the space between him and the humans with a great jet of flame , tearing it into the enemy lines , melting the sand below them to glass with its heat , disintegrating those hit directly , charring and killing those close and driving back those further form the initial burst.
the sand spirlling again the anubites circle the two [SPAM] of humans , divided by the jet of flame , in the end none survive , no anubite casulties no human survivors , and before the sun setso n the grisly scene the single batle mage stood atop the hill , battle fury gone , now his eyes taking in his actions and the bodies of the dead , spinning about and running into the oncoming darkness , later he is noticed by his god , and banished for cowardice . . . and so the story of Dow begins. . .

[gblack]

Okay, retuned description for Jared. I realized I'd missed out a few things. *smacks forehead*

The eye strikes you first. Continually on the move, never still for more than a few seconds, it is yellow, almost glowing, with a slitted pupil that looks like they should belong to a feline of some sort. The other eye, the left one, is invisible, hidden by a roughly circular piece of black metal, but the scar extending above and below the patch gives a good idea of what happened to it. His muzzle is long, broad at the base, tapering to the width of the black nose at it's end, the nostrils dilating and contracting unceasingly as they test the air. A pair of gleaming white fangs extend downwards out of his closed mouth below, each at least two inches in length. The face is handsome, in a rough, chiseled way- broad, the missing eye and a couple of other scars accentuating the handsomeness rather than detracting from it. Long, pointed ears atop res it, each with a couple of chunks missing from them. The thick fur surrounding those glowing eyes and covering the face is matt-black, with white patterning upon it that is obviously not a product of nature; if anything, the patterning looks like a tattoo- although it shifts and rearranges it's patterns in a way that tattoos don't, mostly consisting of a variety of celtic knot-style patterns and spirals. The patterns cover his face and the backs of his ears, extending down his neck past the neck of his tunic. The face is also emotionless, an impassive mask concealing whatever lies behind that almost hypnotic yellow eye. The mane of hair stretching down just past his shoulders, hanging freely, is fiery in color; every natural variation of red or orange can be seen in this curtain of flame. The shoulders his locks rest on are broad and strong, the muscles of his upper body and arms obvious even through the long-sleeved grey tunic he wears. Over his shoulders and hanging all the way down his back, brushing the floor, is a grey travelling cloak, fastened with a dull metal chain at his throat, the hood pushed back. His hands are as powerful as the body, broad, the long fingers terminating in razor-sharp black hooks. As soon as your eyes rest upon his claws they are gone, retracting swiftly into the tips of his fingers. The same white patterning adorning his face is visible, covering the backs of his hands and fingers, extending past his wrist and the end of his sleeve- it seems reasonably likely that they may cover his whole body. Beneath the pattern, the hands are scarred and callused. Below his tunic extend identical grey trousers, held by a black leather belt with a silver buckle. Your eyes move- discreetly, you hope- to his crotch, and the bulge you find there suggests that his equipment is in proportion to the rest of him- this mountain of a wolf stands 8 feet tall, measuring to the tips of his pointed ears. A fluffy back tail hangs down behind him, it's tip twitching idly. Below his trousers, black leather boots cover his feet. His clothes are well-made and of high-quality material, so this is clearly a man of means. Just before he gets up, inclines his head slightly in your direction, and walks away, you notice an odd emblem stitched into the upper right arm of his tunic, not quite covered by the cloak- a thirteen-pointed star, with a katana across it. And then, he is gone.

[Ra463]

:o :o :o that is a lot to forget!

[puppylovergrrrrl]

Some things I forgot to add.

Puppy has the ability to change from anthro to feral form. She has also been hurt in the past and is fairly skittish. She doesn't have a mate, and though she isn't actively looking, she isn't closed to the idea.

[equine1]

Floyd

Floyd is a young male hobgoblin aged 178. He resides in a grand library build by Aiden ages ago. Floyds family took up residence shortly after it was built when the trunk they were hiding in was moved here along with the contents of a small bookshop that was going out of business. The Privledge of head librarian of this library has been passed on to the first born for 26 generations now. Floyd is the only hobgoblin here, though at one time there were more. He is a reclusive as are all hobgoblins. That is they preffer not to be seen. In fact if his pressence were to be confirmed, were he to be seen he would by goblin code be forced to leave.

As head Hob, and Librarian Floyd catalogs and sorts all the books in the library. Pollishes the wood, cleans the paintings and sculptures, in general he keeps the library as clean and spotless as possible. Often times he hides under a staircase and reads a book or two. He takes pride in his work and will unseen find and leave any book that one is looking for on the nearest reading table. However he has one flaw in that he has a habit of resorting the books in different orders using varying systems. At first it was because he couldn't decide how he liked them sorted, but now its become a game of sorts. He seems to take pleasure in Aidens anguish at not being able to find anything.

Aiden has suspected for a long time that he might have a Hob or two. He's almost certain since Floyd took over so he tries to "forget" a box of cookies, a piece of cake, or some snack or beverage whenever he gets a book. As all mages know this is a good way to keep your Hob happy


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[lainakity]

I love the library baby...can't wait to see how Floyd adds to Aiden's torment *giggles* Just remember....I LOVE YOU

:lol: :devil2: :whistling: