Post by illidan on Jul 26, 2014 2:55:47 GMT
Name: Pandora
Race: Dark Elf
Pic:
Description:
Pandora is a dark elven female of 5'6" tall and has a slender but more then amply curved form. Her soft grey eyes are always taking in all things around her as the girl makes her travels. Pandora's leather armor has been fashioned to suit her taste in color and design. Of course this is purple adorned by gold, and golden flames down the center of the upper armor; Which of course when loosened frames that pale purple skin and her chest quite nicely. Boots naturally are of the same design. She can usually be seen with a collar bearing a emerald which is held magically in place. Pandora's hair is bright red, which bring out those dark purple lips of the dark elf.
Background:
Fire and chaos; This is what I had been raised in by her wretched family and those surrounding me. Even at a very early age I sought to learn the arts of pyromancy, to control it, to channel it my own self. Along with just enough arcane arts to compliment the repertoire at later ages in my studies. Now what of my home? family? parents? Well let us talk, here sit and get a drink.
Well see, my parents forbade me to learn such things, the irony and nerve of them! The family? Saw me as a mistake brought into the creation. That supposed home? that town? Well, it all happened on a full moon it did! My parents, hell the entire town called me out; Made a bloody scene with me as the object of their hatred, the laughter, their own fun and games. So, having spent as much time truly investing in the arts I studied I prepared myself.
These fool, these complete morons who thought they new magical arts were a pitiful joke. Fire flies had more of a spark then these poor souls. It was not long before I tired of their feeble attempts. It was time to end this annoyance of their existences! I unleashed enough of a arcane wave to get them all up in arms and running around like scared little ants. Then I took out the buildings! Oh how they burned so pretty, the colors were delightful!
After everything was ablaze next came the gates, except of course the one out of the way that the brilliant ones always forgot existed. So it was not difficult to find the ones left not torched or scarred. One by one I wiped them out; Their screams a beautiful symphony to my ears. My parents? Oh yes, I thought you would ask. Well I saved those two for last.
Arcane bindings held them to a post in the center of town. Those left burning to death would get to see this play out. Those unburnt well, fire spreads so it was only a matter of time. I took that knife of mine and stabbed them through the eyes, twisting each on in the sockets. Then I made tiny little slashes all up and down their bodies. Was that it you ask? Oh no... after that I torched them the most violently of all and watched them burn until I had to flee out that gate lest be burned to a crisp myself.
Oh and dear one, please never get on my bad side. I hear we pryomancers have a slight temper problem. My name? Oh, it is Pandora and don't you forget it.
Attributes:
Hit points: 10
Energy points: 10
Physical attack: 5
Physical defense: 5
Magical attack: 9
Magical defense: 7
Agility: 6
Will: 8
Skills:
Knives-
Swords-
Maces-
Axes-
Bows-
Light armor-
Medium armor-
Heavy armor-
Block-
Arcane - 1
Pyromancy- 4
Aeromany-
Geomancy-
Hydromancy-
Necromancy-
Illusion-
Conjuration-
Holy-
Nature-
Equipment:
Knife-
physical attack- 2
crit chance- 5
double attack chance- 5
leather armor-
physical defense- 3
crit defense- 2
Money: 200 Gold
Race: Dark Elf
Pic:
Description:
Pandora is a dark elven female of 5'6" tall and has a slender but more then amply curved form. Her soft grey eyes are always taking in all things around her as the girl makes her travels. Pandora's leather armor has been fashioned to suit her taste in color and design. Of course this is purple adorned by gold, and golden flames down the center of the upper armor; Which of course when loosened frames that pale purple skin and her chest quite nicely. Boots naturally are of the same design. She can usually be seen with a collar bearing a emerald which is held magically in place. Pandora's hair is bright red, which bring out those dark purple lips of the dark elf.
Background:
Fire and chaos; This is what I had been raised in by her wretched family and those surrounding me. Even at a very early age I sought to learn the arts of pyromancy, to control it, to channel it my own self. Along with just enough arcane arts to compliment the repertoire at later ages in my studies. Now what of my home? family? parents? Well let us talk, here sit and get a drink.
Well see, my parents forbade me to learn such things, the irony and nerve of them! The family? Saw me as a mistake brought into the creation. That supposed home? that town? Well, it all happened on a full moon it did! My parents, hell the entire town called me out; Made a bloody scene with me as the object of their hatred, the laughter, their own fun and games. So, having spent as much time truly investing in the arts I studied I prepared myself.
These fool, these complete morons who thought they new magical arts were a pitiful joke. Fire flies had more of a spark then these poor souls. It was not long before I tired of their feeble attempts. It was time to end this annoyance of their existences! I unleashed enough of a arcane wave to get them all up in arms and running around like scared little ants. Then I took out the buildings! Oh how they burned so pretty, the colors were delightful!
After everything was ablaze next came the gates, except of course the one out of the way that the brilliant ones always forgot existed. So it was not difficult to find the ones left not torched or scarred. One by one I wiped them out; Their screams a beautiful symphony to my ears. My parents? Oh yes, I thought you would ask. Well I saved those two for last.
Arcane bindings held them to a post in the center of town. Those left burning to death would get to see this play out. Those unburnt well, fire spreads so it was only a matter of time. I took that knife of mine and stabbed them through the eyes, twisting each on in the sockets. Then I made tiny little slashes all up and down their bodies. Was that it you ask? Oh no... after that I torched them the most violently of all and watched them burn until I had to flee out that gate lest be burned to a crisp myself.
Oh and dear one, please never get on my bad side. I hear we pryomancers have a slight temper problem. My name? Oh, it is Pandora and don't you forget it.
Attributes:
Hit points: 10
Energy points: 10
Physical attack: 5
Physical defense: 5
Magical attack: 9
Magical defense: 7
Agility: 6
Will: 8
Skills:
Knives-
Swords-
Maces-
Axes-
Bows-
Light armor-
Medium armor-
Heavy armor-
Block-
Arcane - 1
Pyromancy- 4
Aeromany-
Geomancy-
Hydromancy-
Necromancy-
Illusion-
Conjuration-
Holy-
Nature-
Equipment:
Knife-
physical attack- 2
crit chance- 5
double attack chance- 5
leather armor-
physical defense- 3
crit defense- 2
Money: 200 Gold