Bio - RasgarRASGAR
The Clever Wolf
■ Werewolf ■ 20-25 ■ Thief
Are We Friends? "How weird..."
With all the wandering he was doing, Taphram was started to get tired. The forest he found himself in seemed an excellent place to sit down, take a break, and relax.
When he first sat down in the soft grass, his intention was to take a nice long nap. But that changed when he realized that he was not alone amongst the trees. He could just barely make out a human figure in the distance, sitting on the forest floor - perhaps it was someone who had the same idea as him. Well, why should they have to relax alone? Taphram had quickly made up his mind to go join the person.
There was more distance between them that what he had originally thought. Before long he was jogging to close the gap - he couldn't have them deciding to leave before he even got there. He reached a creek and continued his light run, heedless of the chilly water soaking right through his dark pants.
Character History - RasgarOf all my characters, Rasgar probably has the most interesting story about how he came to be. Perhaps one of the most interesting things is the fact that I can even remember all these weird little details. This is all about Rasgar's history... although why I use his name for all my accounts, I'm not really sure.
2000 - Rasgar in name only
Back when I was this young, I was already an avid player of video games. However, this predated the times where I actually had any ability for creating names for characters. I didn't do much writing at the time, but what little I did do involved characters who either had ordinary names, or words that I thought sounded cool - such as Slash or Blaze. We all had a phase like that, right? Except I'm probably the only one who named a character Laser. Can't be proud of everything I've done.
In any case, as I played more and more games that involved naming the characters you played as, I wanted to get better at making up names. In this case
Not Having Fun "How long must I keep up this charade?" Thorin muttered under her breath. Ordinarily, she might have feared being heard by the people around her, but the tavern was bustling with such activity that her words were drowned out. She'd been in crowded taverns before, but never at a full table. Despite what her companions likely thought, she was not having a good time - this new experience was working on her nerves.
"You say somethin'?" one of the men at the table asked. But even as she shook her head 'no', the man continued. "Hey guys, imagine that, the Northern Blade spoke out loud!" This remark earned him a round of laughter from the table.
Thorin didn't bother to laugh, or even smile. They couldn't see through her mask anyways - and by now, they were probably to drunk to attempt to read her body language.
After the laughter subsided, a second man spoke up. "I can't believe we're here.
Failure "Killing is easy. Especially for someone like you," Kirstaad said nonchalantly. Though his eyes scanned the documents on his desk, he was fully attentive to the conversation at hand. Everyone in Aschgarr should know by now that Kirstaad never missed a single detail.
"If it's so easy," the dark-haired woman snarled, "why don't you do it yourself?"
Kirstaad looked up from his desk, smiling pleasantly at her. "Do you really need to ask me a question like that? I would think that 'because I told you to' is a sufficient answer." He sighed. "But then, you've always been a stubborn one, Nilssai. Ever since I've known you, anyway. Before that..."
Nilssai growled instinctively. He was trying to make her think of the days before she had been changed - trying to make her angry on purpose. Not that it took much to make her angry. But if she rose her weapon against him, he would have all the excuse he ne
Paranoia "We have learned much, have we?" The boy said to his sword. Now that he was alone, he felt comfortable removing the blade from the heavy cloth wrapped around it. Whenever he came into cities like these, where none of the citizens openly carried weapons, he was always afraid to walk around with his own in plain sight. It had caused problems in the past. All the same, he hated to have Tyran covered up.
Sitting in a dark, trash-littered alley, Taphram was in one of his rare low moods. He couldn't get the fruitlessness of his search out of his mind. There was some filthy stench coming from the alley that made him want to gag. But at least now he was out of sight, and he was able to talk with Tyran. "I don't think this city can do anything for us. I guess we should be on our way."
When he heard the footsteps approaching him, Taphram hurried to cover up the sword. Who would be willingly coming into a place like this? May
My First Spell "So... I've had something in mind that I've been wanting to talk to you about." As she said this, Shiella's usual confident smile was curiously absent. It wasn't often that she looked as nervous as she did now.
"Do you, really?" the young man next to her said, gesturing at her with an idle wave of his hand. He paused, then allowed his hand to rest on the grass again. "Well, you did bring me out to this secluded spot, and it's just the two of us here. So either you want to talk, or..."
"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't be sarcastic right now," Shiella cut in. "Besides, I'd hardly call this a secluded spot." She nodded her head away from the little hill the two of them sat on, indicating the sparse trees and little walkways that surrounded them. More importantly, the dozen or so people in the area who were either taking leisurely walks or relaxing in the grass like Shiella and her companion, enjoying the nice weathe
YATN Supporting CharactersNILSSAI | HRAESALF
■ Ryushin ■ Soldier
...Short and Sweet
A low-born ryushin who was taken by the kingdom's researchers while she was a teenager - she was to be the first of a project to increase the power of the ryushin army. Through many painful experiments, they were able to augment her abilities to match that of the "pureblood" ryushin, and perhaps even surpass them. However, as a side-effect of what they did to her, she brims with an uncontrollable, destructive rage. She and the project were deemed to be not worth the risk until further studies could yield a solution to this problem, and Nilssai was chained up in the dungeon and abandoned. When the prince heard of this, he decided to set her free against the wishes of the rest of the kingdom, including his father the king - it was this show of kindness that brought her back to something of her former self, and she has since agreed to act as Prince Xile's bodyguard to s