Styrmwraith Tales Casting Call

[Kitangel]

Styrmwraith Tales: Characters (alphabetical order)

Aethelind

Race: Dragoman, Female
Age: Around 17

Appearance:
Eye-color: very very sharp green

Height: 6"2...a short dragonman..am i right?

Hair: Shoulder-length straight thick dark brown hair

Wings, green Horns, sharp teeth and fingernails, and frost flame

Attire: Dark brown cloak that covers her up completely, except her wings, and a hood that remains almost always on, hiding her face completely in shadow except her eyes, which glow, so they are seen through the shadow.

Wings: green with black outlining and veining

Weapons: Broadsword and a crude Bow

Bio: At a very young age, Aethelind's father, being a very restless dragon, left his family to fend for themselves, so Aethelind was raised by her mother, Rhendolin.

Rhendolin was a well known bladesmith, renowned for her excellent sword making skills. Aetholind quickly became familiar with the blades, and became her apprentice. Rhendolin immediately noticed her daughter's aptitude for the blades, and hired a well known swordsman to tutor her on weilding the blades.

At thirteen, Aethelind became widely known for her amazing skill with a blade, and her mother's sword shop flourished, mostly with customers wanting to see Aethelind's skill.

When Aethelind was fifteen, she returned to her mother's shop from an errand to find five theives taking everything. Anger overtook her, and when she awoke from her blackout, three of the theives were dead, the other two fleeing from the scene, their cloaks awash with blue flame. She was holding a bloody broadsword and her hands were burned badly.

She heard a small sound, and she turned, expecting more theives, but found her mother, struggling for her life in a pool of blood, a dagger in her stomach. Aethelind kneeled beside her, crying, as she heard her mother utter her last words. "Aethelind, be strong, and be brave. Don't let anyone think lesser of you because you are a dragoman. Don't let your anger control you, and don't trust anyone. I love you."And with that, Rhendolind died.

Rhendolin took the broadsword covered in blood,flew from the shop with her mother in her arms, and went to the countryside to bury her.

With the closing of Rhendolin's shop, Aethelind was soon forgotten, along with her skill. She became a ranger, living where ever she comes across. She trusts no one and only speaks when it is completely necessary, and tries to hide her identity as much as possible. She is trying to find the theives which ran away, and get revenge. She is not neccesarily evil, just angry and vengeful.

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Gabriel

Race: Angel

Description: Winged, Angelic face (enchanting almost), perfect body. Unblemished face. Sparkling Blue eyes. Wears white robe covered with a ragged brown cloak. Brown sandals and a single silver ring on the middle finger of the left hand.

Equipment:
Scrolls (see below) In a pocket of his robe.
2 Daggers (Legolas style but shorter, 1' including handle) In his belt (1 on either side)
1 Sword (Plain single sided, like the Heron Marked Blade from Wheel of Time) on his back
1 Round Metal Shield. A set of wings are inscribed. One Red, One Gold (representing Fall and Redemption)

Background: Once born he spent many years inside the large home of his rich grandfather. Sheltered untouched.
At the age of 140 (if average age is 1000) Gabriel entered the University to learn the arts of healing.
at the age of 200 he left the University and spent 40 years under the watchful eye of a Angeman swords master training his mastery of the blade. Gabriel can now match anyone with the equivalent of a human with 8 years of training (he is a slow learner I guess).

Magic Class: Order: 2 Healing scrolls (low and medium strength)
3 Shield Scrolls - (1 minor protection vs melee, 1 advanced protection vs magic, 1 medium strength silver globe shield vs all ranged and magic)
1 Righteous Flame Scroll (family heirloom) Causes the ground around the caster to suddenly become red hot fire (radius of 50 meters) The flame lasts 1 second. It will continue to burn any who are truely evil (so no good against undecided characters or natural elements)

Fighting style:
CODE OF ANGELS
1. Never draw sword unless not doing so would conflict with the following
2. Balance bloodshed, do not kill more than you save (in other words flee if you can once you have saved) unless it would conflict with the following.
3. Never go back on your word (if you have sworn to defend then defend) unless it would conflict with the following
4. Always defend the weaker unless it conflicts with the following.
5. Always put others ahead of yourself unless it would conflict with the following
6. NEVER AID EVIL BUT FIGHT IT TO THE LAST BREATH

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Logan

Age: Unknown. If judged in humans years he would appear to be around 35.

Race: Appears to be dragoman

Height and weight: 6'7". 260 lbs.

Appearance: The first thing people notice about Logan is the fact that he is very big. Not just tall, though he is, Logan is built like a bear with strong broad shoulders; muscular chest, arms and legs, strong hands and a square jaw. He appears to be dragoman, with large, black leathery wings on his back, pointed ears and long fingers with black nails. His skin is a dark gray ash color, his dark brown eyes slightly serpentine with flecks of purple in them. His hair is a shimmering black, and though not long enough to tie back behind his head, it falls lightly around his temples, ears, and collar. He doesn't have horns or a tail like most dragomen do, thus suggesting that he is human at least in part. He wears a dark brown tunic with black breeches and boots; a long black hooded cloak covering his wings.

Partial bio: Logan woke up eleven years ago in a ditch under a bridge with no memory of his past. He was dirty, hungry, and half-naked, with a stab wound to his side, just above his left hip and a large gash on his forehead. His only possessions were a sheathed sword and two magic scrolls with ancient unreadable runes on them. An envelope was attached to his sword, bearing one word: Logan. That is how he came to know his name. Inside the envelope was a letter, stating that he had been banished from a nameless country for crimes against it's lord. Having no memory of this, and with the letter curiously absent of names and places, Logan was mystified. At the bottom of the note there was a coat of arms, but Logan was never able to identify it. A man with no past and no possessions besides his sword and those scrolls, Logan became a rogue, travelling from town to town, never staying in one place for more than a week. He found he was especially skilled with the sword and would frequently win money by challenging the best fighters in the towns and besting them. If not that, he'll hire himself out to the more noble men and women of the towns.....taking jobs that his employers would prefer he remain quiet about, which he does; jobs that often require a quick tongue and an even quicker sword. Logan has both.

Personality: Logan is strong-willed and stubborn. He is calculating and intelligent. He likes to observe more than speak, but can become very passionate when he does speak. Even though he is very smart, he can be a bit hot-headed, the hardened fighter to the core, rarely intimidated. He sees most men as potential adversaries and doesn't trust easily, preferring to be on his own. He shows a kinder side to women and children and will help them if needed. But he spends as little time around them as possible as they make him uncomfortable.

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Kirret Hawkenblaad

Height: 5ft 4"

Age: 16

Hair colour: Blonde

Eyes: Light Blue

Lightish skin, Kirret likes to tone her clothing accordingly, mostly wearing light colours (she would never be seen dead in grey). Simple is adequete for her, nothing TOO simple, but nothing too grandeur.

Her personality is pert, quiet, and spoiled to the core. She's the negotiator of her family fights, and can quieten hotheads with a few words. It takes alot to make her angry, but if you ever say anything demeaning about nobility (her family in particular), or ever call her a common born, then watch out! She can have a nasty streak when it concerns her upbringing or her family.

When Kirret was still very young, her father hired a Chaos magic tutor. He wanted his little girl to be able to protect herself, and it was unladylike to weild daggers. For several years she was trained in the arts of Chaos magic and destruction spells, and eventually her teacher gave up and left. To this day, there is only one spell that Kirret can cast successfully, and "SPARKLING LIGHT BUBBLES!!!" never really worked on an enemy anyway. Not to say she cant cast other spells, just never long enough to do any real damage.

Kirret is the 4th daughter of Baron Hawkenblaad, daddy's favourite girl now that her other sisters had grown up and moved out. The /baron gave her anything she wanted, and she grew very spoiled and sheltered. Her father (her mother died of illness when Kirret was 3, a hard blow on the Baron) had an arranged marriage proposed for her between the neighbouring fiefdom's youngest son and herself, as an alliance between the lands. A week before the wedding, Kirret walked in on her soon-to-be husband in the barn, lying in the hay with her personal maid. Kirret cornered the boy with a pitchfork, screaming threats, and very shortly after that incident the wedding was called off.

(( this is a character for Styrmwraith Tales, which you can view the RPG Here. This RPG is open, and looking for more characters))

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Mikah (pronounced Meekuh)

Race: Fairy

Age: 127

Description: Mikah stands at 2'8" tall and is quite slender. She's pretty in a cute sort of way with pale skin, slightly pink cheeks, high cheekbones and large, light green eyes. Her hair is golden brown, very curly (but not frizzy) and as such is quite unruly, so she wears it short, letting it curl about her ears and collar. Her wings are quite like a butterfly's except she can fold them close, the majority of her wings colored a cool aqua while the veins and outer edges are a dark cobalt blue.

Equipment: Mikah wears a short-sleeved dark green poet's tunic, belted around the middle, over brown breeches. Her breeches are tucked into fur boots which are laced up with leather straps. She is a talented archer and carries a small crossbow attached to her waist with a specially-fitted quiver of arrows strapped to her back, fitted snugly right under where her wings are attached. As the arrows are much too small to cause any major damage to larger creatures, the tips have been laced with venom from a rare water serpent native to her home in the Forests of Ash.

Background: Mikah was born to a wealthy family and was educated by the finest tutors. But she was not as refined as her family would have liked. Instead of attending tea luncheons and fairy balls as her older sisters did, Mikah was forever playing outside with the neighbor fairy boys, getting into trouble and she loved to compete in archery competitions. Hence...her boyish manner of dressing. This, coupled with the fact that Mikah has a tendency to be a bit clumsy, made her somewhat of a black sheep in her family. So she went to live with her grandfather who was an exceptionally skilled Illusionist, and from him she learned the art very well. Her grandfather was in the service of Baron Hawkenblaad and was with his troops when they disappeared. Devestated at the news, Mikah now desperately wants to find out what happened to her grandfather, the only one in her family to accept her for the spunky, clumsy, stubborn fairy that she is.

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Miri

Miri is Daynael's traveling partner and girlfriend.

Appearance: About 5'08" beautiful brown hair and brown eyes, wheres long baggy white pants and a puffy shirt giving her the appearance she is much younger than she is. She is 30 years old.

Weapons: None, all she carries in her pack is a small spell book and her needle work.

Magic: Fire, she had limited powers over fire and is trying to learn how to control all the elements.

Skills: Some fighting skills she learned with Daynael but mostly her magic.

Race: Human

Likes: Needle work and other arts and crafts

Occupation: What ever she can find

Bio: She was abandoned by her parents as a child because they didn't want one in the first place. She was left on the door steps of a monastary where at age nine she ran away from and met Daynael. Daynael being 14 at the time took care of Miri and helped her survive the cruel dark world.

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Raven

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6?2?
Weight: 174
Appearance: Muscular, brown eyes, medium length blond hair. Has a scar across his left cheek. Wears a long sleeved black shirt, a dark cloak with a hood, and black pants, a leather belt, and leather gloves.
Weapons: Two short sword on either side of his belt, a dagger in the back of his belt (more to the right side), and a small knife hidden under his left sleeve.
Bio: Assassin, thief, informer, or whatever other job is required of him. Born in the East fiefdom on his family?s farm. His mother studied Order magic. His father was a thief. When he was 17 he left his home and went out on his own, taking his father?s dagger with him. At first he tried to make a decent living as a merchant, but when that didn?t work out he went for less dignified jobs. Ended up buying his swords when he was hired as an assassin for the second time after almost being killed the first time, but just ending up with the scar on his cheek. Continues to wander around looking for those willing to pay his price. Has gotten very good with all of his weapons.
Personality: Dark, laid back, relaxed. Is willing to work with others if it?s to his advantage, but prefers to work alone. Very observant.

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Ravonties

Name: Ravonties Allan Loup Charnes

Nicknames: Hates these names: Po Po, Bird boy, Wolf boy, Likes these: Swift One

Gender: Male

Age: 800 human years old

Race: elf

Hair: unlike most elves raven black

Eyes: emerald green

Height: 6 feet 4 inches

Personality: quite and reserved until gotten hyper or really happy, which dose not happen often

Powers/Strong Points: Any type of weapon and anything to do with any part of nature and anything to do with it.

Weaknesses: Females, often gets flustered when dealing with women especially ones that are warriors. The more unlady-like they are the harder it is for him. (He did grow up in a place were the women were ladies no matter what and definitely not warriors!)

Clothes: Has two magic sets of clothes that automatically match his surroundings. When not warring these wares usual elf clothes.

History: Hometown is Applegate. He lived there until he was 90 years old then went on what is called "The Trial" were he lived ten years away form his home. Four days before he was supposed to return his village was attacked and everyone was killed. Including his betrothed. He went after the leaders of the people that had his village killed and killed all of them. Before he left for "The Trial" his father gave him a journal and he has been keeping journals ever since. Naturally he is very protective of these journals.

Body Type: Well built, not muscular yet not puny either.

Marks: He had a number tattooed into his back for each one of the leaders then had a number crossed out after he killed them. Other then that he has an emerald green leaf on the top of his left hand and a wiping willow near his heart.

Other Description: He has broad shoulders and VERY big hands

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Rynn

Race: Human, male
Age: Around 35
Eye-color: Steel grey
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Short, black, no beard or mustache
Dress: Impeccable (unless in disguise!), mithril armour
Weapons: Enchanted Broadsword (flame), Short enchanted dagger (frost)

Bio:
Rynn was born in the westmost fiefdom of Yhava on the Yssandra Isles. His parents were prosperous merchants and taught Rynn many business practices. However, as the fourth son he was instructed to "make his own way" on an initial investment provided by his parents. He was lucky with several initial gambits and now owns a significant merchant empire in his own right.

Seven years prior, his magic ability began to reveal itself and he appointed several managers to run his empire while he studied enchantment magic at the university in Yav, capital of Yhava. In this he excelled, and now provides enchanted weaponry in particular as part of his merchandise.

In his youth, he trained extensively as a swordsman but never exceeded 'above average'. Similarly his hand to hand combat, while good, was never excellent. If in combat, he has to rely on his enchanted weapons and good armour.

He has a number of merchant contracts in Hawkenblaad territory and therefore would prefer the fiefdom to remain at peace if possible. However, he is always looking for opportunities to take advantage financially even of the unstability of the region.

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Singing Elk

RPG: Styrmwrait
Age: 40-ish
Race: Iriniki- Person that looks like an Elk (Wapiti)
Gender: Female
Eye color: Green
Mane color: Reddish brown
General description: At first glance she looks like the American Elk or Wapiti in coloration. Her antlers are the same general shape, but somewhat larger and heavier with pale peach colored tines. Her antlers do not shed each year. The peach color of the tines are from circulation. If she feels sick as in nausea, the tines will turn green! Like an Elk her sense of hearing and smell is keen. She does not like cities or crowds. Only if the need is great will she venture into a city or town. She has a distinctive whistling call or 'Bugle'. Being intelligent she can modulate this call into a hauntingly beautiful flutelike melody, hence her name.
Back ground: Singing Elk is a young imperial with an impressive set of antlers. 40's is young for her race of long lived beings but old enough to sport beautiful antlers. Despite her splendid appearance, she is not 'macho'. When she became of age she left the hills and settled in the forest of Ash, the domain of the Fairies.

Background on species: This race is from an unpublished novel I am uploading into my computer. It is entitled The Challenger copyright 1983 R.E. Woods-Marks. (Yes that's me) This creature is a long lived beautiful race with a strong devotion to the Creator.

The avatar is a very good representation. I took a clipart image and edited it to look like Singing Elk.

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Slayer (Daynael)

Name: Daynael Aka: Slayer, or Night Stalker

Weapons: katana, throwing knives, camas, explosive powders, bullet, a long rope with a heavy weight at the end, cross bow, sais, silver stakes, holy water and whatever he can get a hold of

Occupation: What ever work he can get

Height: 5'10"

Age: 35

Race: Human

Personality: Don't have one since his parents were killed in front of him

Likes: Martial Arts and Science

Skills: Most forms of martial arts

Magic: Self healing

Features: Short Black hair and dark eyes all hidden under a face mask and hood so that his opponents can't see his face while fighting, wears a long cloak to hide all his weapons and his massive body, he works out every day to keep his body fit for fights

Bio: Parents murdered in front of him at age 4 which is what drove him into his life of killing, Daynael fears not one thing in the world, his soul is empty, but even though, he fights for the good of others. He traveled the world learning all sorts of martial arts and studied with the greatest teachers on the planet. He lives where he can find usually a make shift tent in the woods and he hunts his own food, unless he can find some kind people to take him in for a few nights, he travels mostly at night to protect teh innocent of the evil that is found in the dark.

Travling Partner: Miri, also Daynael's long term girlfriend

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Syl

Race: Dragoman, female
Age: 43
Eye-color: Gold with black flecks
Height: 7'2"
Hair: Golden blonde, shoulder length
Wings, tail and talons: Black with gold tips (and gold veins in the wings)
Dress: Dragonhide armour (black & gold) at all times
Weapons: Unenchanted, twin dragonblade broadswords

Bio:
Syl hails from the Hawkenblaad fiefdom. She is a travelling mercenary-for-hire with over 20 years experience. She has been in the capital city of Yav for the last month looking for work. By the time she headed to the "Foaming Bowl" she was desperate for work as her finances were almost exhausted.

Syl is a brilliant swordswomen, but, being dragoman, did not study magic. She can breathe fire, but only at great cost to her strength and stamina. She obviously prefers for enemies not to know this and therefore uses her flame ability sparingly (and only as a last resort).

Her brother was serving in one of the patrols that disappeared. Although she is was not particularly attached to him, she feels she owes it to their family to find out why he vanished.

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Vancile

Age: 25

Race: Angemen

Height: 6ft 2"

Weapons:
Enchanted Bow and Arrows

Physical Description:
Tall, reasonably muscular, handsome in the extreme (with flaws, of course - he IS part human, though his mother, who was the human, was extremely beautiful), with BRIGHT blue eyes and a tawny mane of hair. He is introduced into the story wearing a fawn coloured shirt, terracotta coloured breeches and an ankle length black coat. He has his bow and quiver strapped to his back, within easy reach.

History:
His father was not in his life much, so his mother raised him. However, when he was old enough, his mother found him an archery tutor. Vancile showed an unusual aptitude for archery, and soon his teacher had taught him all he knew. So, Vancile was sent to Warrior School (as its known in the common slang), where he studied advanced archery techniques. He graduated early as a master of archery.
The few times his father did show up, he taught Vancile the basics of swordplay.

Vancile's mother taught him kindness, patience, and love. However, not long after his 22nd birthday, a band of dragomen bandits raided his house, stole many of his posessions, and killed his mother.
Vancile came back home (he had been out with neighbour) and found the bandits still at work. Having no weapons on him, he was forced to let them go.
He buried his mother, gathered what few posessions of his were left, and headed to Yav, in a hope of finding work, and a new life. One day, he would kill ALL the dragomen who raided his house. He would avenge his mother's death.

So, in the end, Vancile found a job working for a bow maker in the city. He made a bow to his liking, and through the years saved up enough gold to enchant it. After the bow was enchantd, he planned to find work using his archery skills. He had enough gold left over to look after himself for a couple of weeks. This is where he is introduced into the story. The package Rynn had was Vancile's enchanted bow.

[singingelk]

I am here-the Singing Elk.

[XoxOjo]

Steph..I am scared to death *passes out in the casting call*

[XoxOjo]

Oh...lol nobody knows who Aethelind is!!!!

[PillsburyDoughboy]

when did Ravonties get into the story?

[Donkey_Kong_JR]

a while ago, he's with Kirret's group

[Donkey_Kong_JR]

I'm going to go ahead and bring in my second character.

Name: Achan
Race: Angel
Gender: Male
Height: Over 6?
Age: unknown
Appearance: Tall, somewhat thin, but still very muscular, about what you would expect from an angle in terms of body size. His eyes glow with a deep red, his wings have darkened to near black, and the once smooth and soft edges of his wings have sharpened out making them similar to bat wings. His hair is medium length, messy and unkempt, originally blond now it is black. His once fair face now has a sense of deformity and evil, although no imperfections can be seen. Wears a black robe with holes for his wings.
Weapons: a double bladed, two handed axe and a dagger, both worn at his side.
Magic: Chaos (mostly flame)
Bio: Originally the name given to him was Tuor meaning strength. But as he continued to age his bond with God became weaker and weaker, and soon he became what is known as a fallen angle, or a demon. Once he fell he was given the name Achan meaning death. After falling he forgot all he knew of the Order magic and learned Chaos magic, as well as how to wield his new weapons. Has grown in the ranks of the Devil and now is a high solider in his army of evil. Was recently sent to help a stubborn angle cross to the abyss.

[XoxOjo]

wow..i really really like Achan!

[Donkey_Kong_JR]

Thanks

[Kitangel]

he is neat!
I cant wait to see his development into the story!