Carendel (Our Faerun) - Characters

[Collyer-san]

Ok, as far as I can tell from the general setting board, the world that contains the City of Carendel (If it indeed does ) still needs filling with things like Races, Deities, and Major NPCs. This RP will be written like a story, I.E, no character sheets, no dice rolls, Just Pure Unadulterated roleplay. Please fill in Character submissions as follows:

Name: (Doesn't really need any more explanation)
Race: (If the race hasn't got a Discription yet, Please give one here, or, if possible, an Image to illistrate it.)
Character Description: (height, weight, eye and hair colour, other distingushing features.)
Age: (Simple, but beware of racial ages. I.E Elves are 'usually' longer lived then humans by a fair ways.)
Gear: (Armour/clothes, Weapons, Other Frequently used items. E.g Grappling line.)

I think that's it, If you can think of anything else, put it up, and I add it in.

[Collyer-san]

Well, Here's my character for the RP, If it In fact occurs.

Name: Mindi Fursoul
Race: Nekomata. (The race in general is Similer in looks to this.

This is Rachel, from the Las Lindas Webcomic Found HERE
Character Description: Height: 5'9'', Weight: around 95lb, Hair/fur colour: Grey, Eye Colour: Left: Amber, Right: Grey. Hair is cut short.
Age: 19
Gear: Full Black leather Armour, Including boots. Long Dark green cloak. A Red Ribbon tied to her tail. A dagger, Silver Short Sword, and Flaming Shortbow.

[HearMeRoar]

Ok, I'm using this guy in another game but methinks he'll do for here too...

Name: Hassan Kotz
Species: Human
Home Town: Ma'Jir

He comes from a village in the desert which lies at the bottom of a great pit of sand, surrounded by a magically-generated sand vortex.
He is an initiate of The Order of the Golden Fist, an order which seeks to protect the village, battle their enemies and understand the mysteries of life. Each member is trained in the skills and techniques of the wizard and of the monk, in a perfect blend of inner and outer power and understanding.

One day, a sorcerer cabal and their hired mercenaries stormed the village, breaking trough the sand wall. They took supplies, gold and people, disappearing as quickly as they came with a flash of some mass displacing spell.

Hassan had been caught in it, fighting the invaders, though he did not finish the fight.

He found himself awaking alone and naked, seemingly abandoned far away from his home.

Now utterly alone, he is torn between finding his way home and finding the invaders.

Specialities and Features: He makes use of his spells to close in on a target, preferring sand-based spells. Once close, he uses hand to hand combat to dispense with his foes.

He is developing the skills to be an investigator, so that he may find the culprits in the invasion of his former home.

He also carries a Dãlwã’mayn, a traditional weapon from his home town. It is a staff, with a tri-bladed attachment that fixes on to the head of the staff.

[fallennorth]

After being nagged and prodded I guess I could give this kind of RP ago... but if I suck don't yell at me.

Name: Cinsanati (not Cincinnati... his only partly named after a town.)
Race: Half-drow
Character Description: height: 5ft 6, weight: 105lb, eye: violet, hair colour: white.
Age: 25 so his just reached full maturity for a half drow
Gear: he carries a short sword, a small hidden dagger in his boot and a light crossbow. His wears poorly constructed light armour that he made him self from animal hide. He spends most of his time, when he is not stalking the people he feels have down him injustice, making traps which is the one thing he has learnt to excel in. Although he can use most weapons he is not skilled in any of them preferring to use poison to finish an enemy off quickly as a long drawn out fight would be at his disadvantage. He is not good with people and normally relies on intimidation to get his point across.

Background story:
His mother lived in a small town, with her husband and young daughter. She helped her husband run a small inn which was fairly successful; in fact it was quite a prosperous town as it was on route between to major cities. Though no longer exists nowadays, it was destroyed over 25 years ago along with the lives of many of the inhabitants. In the dead of night Drow raiders attacked the town burning it to the ground and killing all the inhabitants they came across. The family were lucky enough to escape the initial attack, fleeing in to the surrounding woods they became separated in the panic. The daughter and mother ran deep in to the forest, unaware that they were being stalked by a Drow. Once they reached a clearing the Drow attacked them, the woman was unable to protect her daughter, who the Drow slaughtered in front of her before turning his attention to her. He brutally raped her and was about to kill her when a rock hit him, it was the woman’s husband, he was unarmed but he fought the Drow to protect his wife and to avenge the death of his daughter. Yet it was in vain, the struggle was brief and he was soon slain next to his Child. The Drow looked once again for the woman but she was gone.
She found shelter in a nearby hamlet, the people there sympathised for her lose and cared for her through out her pregnancy. When she was to give birth she went in to a wood suspecting was worse that it would be part Drow and her fears were proven right. She considered leaving the child in the woods to die but in the end she couldn’t bring herself to do it. So instead she travelled far away from the area to a place no one knew her, smuggling her child in to a village. No one would know of his existence until 15 years later. She leant to love the child she called Cinsanati but in her eyes was something that he couldn’t place until he was older. He wasn’t allowed out the house, she would tell him that they would kill him on sight if he went out so he spent his youth inside reading and learning about the world from books. He read about war, famine and corruption which were back up by the stories of the past his mother told him. By the time he was 11 he had realised that his mother’s fear of him had consumed the love she had once had for him. The only person he had was his mother and now she turned from him a vast emptiness swept his soul. He lived his days by routine avoiding being close to her in order to make her life easy. By the time he was 15 she was bed ridden and couldn’t bear being in the same room as him, such was his resemblance of his father. He would kneel at her door and watch her slowly wither away through the key hole, knowing that he could do nothing, bring her food would distress her even more and she refused to eat it. Claiming that he had poisoned it and that she wishes he had killed her with her daughter. She lasted only a few months, one day he walked in to her room with her meal and attempted to wake her. When she wouldn’t wake he panicked and ran out of the house, yelling for help to save his mother. He was greeted with hostility and violence. One man struck him down telling him if he didn’t leave the village now he would be leaving it dead and so he ran away. The emptiness inside was filled with bitter hate and he swore that he would get revenge on them all. In the ten years that past he taught himself to hunt and track, becoming self sufficient. Although he covers his face he still avoids populate areas in fear of the same reaction which drove him out of his home.