Non-Menewsha Roleplay Characters

Name: Raquan

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: looks 24 (due to the curse he is actually about 93)

Height: bit under 6 feet

Powers: Black fire. Raquan can manipulate a type of black fire which he calls forth from within himself. It is very powerful; he can creat a black flame to attack with and also manipulate it to create a shield for protection. However, whenever Raquan uses this power, no matter how minutely, afterwards he is crippled with a blinding headache, sometimes for hours at a time and a mysterious scar on his chest will spread a little.

Weapon:
Bonebiter: Raquan has a magical sword which he created. Fashioned from bone it is just a normal sword against ordinary enemies, but is extremely effective against undead. The magic of the sword forces dead (aka animated) flesh back to life, then, unable to support itself, it dies, this time more surely. However it must be struck in a vital place, or where a vital place would normally be and it drains Raquan when used in this manner.

Appearance : Chest-length black hair so black that in the right light it has a purple sheen to it, piercing green eyes, slender but not lanky

History: Raquan does not worry much about his past, at least not the past that does not affect him. In truth, he remembers very little of it. He does have snatches, more feelings than actual memories, but he ignores them. What he can remember is being trapped underground. Locked in a tiny stone cell, barely big enough for one to sit in, let alon live in. He didn't remember how he came there, nor why, but he did remember the pain, that and black cloaked figures wearing blank masks. Just the thought of these figures still instill a horrible fear in Raquan. The dark, damp, dank enclosure was his home for... he didn't know how long but it was a long time, longer than a natural life time.

He also didn't remember how he got out, not that it helped with him shying from the memories. He remembered only the bond he felt with a wolf calling him and he answered. It was then he learned of the evil which had swept the land; not his homeland but the land he was in all the same.

Over the years, Raquan learnt of his magic and a mysterious scar on his chest.

Extras: The scar was another mystery from his past. It was about the size of a fist and hand trendles snaking out from it. It was often red and livid and burned with an intensity whenever Raquan used even the smallest amout of magic. The trendils would also extend. Raquan had no idea what would happen if they kept growing, nor did he want to find out. Thus he set on a quest to find out what he could about such curses.

He and his wolf companion, Eyery, share a link that goes beyond telepathy. True, they can form thoughts to share with each other if they wish but often they don't need to. One knows what the other wants or wishes without needing to hear the thought formed. However, they do often form these thoughts merely to hold a normal conversation.

Likes: Raquan likes solitude and the quiet life. Thus he is often unable to indulge in his wants. Instead, he usually compromises by having only a few companions if he decides he wants any.

Dislikes: Evil, undead, enclosed spaces, unnecisary cruelty, however, Raquan has no qualms about using force to get information as he does not see this as unnessary, people inquiring constantly about his past.

Personality: Raquan can be a little curt sometimes, especially when in pain, but most of the time he is fairly easy to get along with so long as one does not expect a decent conversation or pester him too much.

Past Raquan doesn't know of: Raquan was taken hostage Early in the war. He was a powerful enemy to the shadows when he was fighting for his homelands, but eventually, as with all the territories the dark now hold, he was over-run. I do not know as of yet (this will be modified as I think of something) exactly what his powers were before his capture, but likely something relatively powerful.
Thus he was taken prisoner by the shadows and taken deep into the heart of their conquered territory. At first, of course, he fought them, and fought viciously. Indeed, he killed many more during this time than during the actual battle. But as his strength faded, he was forcfully and paifully subdued.
A time-stop curse was placed on him, forcing him to forever live in the form he has now, and thus allowing the shadows to perform as many tortures for as long as they wanted and he would not grow older. He could still die, but not threw the passage of time.
After one such time of being 'subdued' enchanted shackles were placed about him, stopping his powers from answering his call, and they kept him in a tiny stone cell. It was only really big enough to lay curled on the side. Carved out of stone, the opening was just bars. Through the shackles they could draw out the very essence of his powers and thus weaken him enough to use him how they wished.
Raquan endured many decades in this state and eventually his mind began to fail him. That is not to say he went mad, rather he just stopped. Stopped thinking, stopped being. Up until now, all the memories are merely surpressed in Raquan's present mind, but they are there. During this 'madness' he has no memories whatsoever. Perhaps if a very, very powerful spell was cast he might be able to summon up those memories, but why would he want to if he doesn't even want to remember the past he could remember.
All previous tortures were merely designed to force Raquan into this state where the Shadows could work on their true objective. They imbued his body with such power that, were he not in this state, his mind and thus body would have merely shut down and he would have died. This is the black fire that he now controls. It is during this time that, he starts to feel a presence in his empty mind, a tugging as it were. At first it meant nothing to the empty shell that was Raquan but, years went by and experaments with his powers continued, and the tugging grew more insistant and before Raquan new it he was trying to tell the presence to shut up and go away. With a rush his mind came back to him. Everything from here on he remembers and does not surpress.
As soon as this happened, Raquan took in his surroundings. He knew he could not escape without the aid of his captors and thus acted like the zombie he had been for so long. The shadows came and when they let him out he attacked them, using his new black fire with free abandon and suffering no ill effects. He slaughtered many of them before a powerful dark lord casts a spell on him in the form of a fire bolt. It hits Raquan in the chest and causes the burn scar he now carries. Raquan notices the effects almost immediately as he is hit with a blinding headache that all but cripples him and he stumbles to his knees in the agony. It is only the incesant tugging in his mind that keeps him from loosing conciousness then and there and, as the shadows surround and close in on him, his fear of being captured once more and anger at what had been done to him erupts and, from his very body, erupts a huge mass of black flame, like a shield that constantly expands.
In a haze of pain, Raqaun stumbles out of that room and, on his way out, finds another room with an ivory sword which he takes and uses to escape in favour of his magic.
Emerging from the network of caves, he finds a wolf, Eyery, and then collapses. He awakes to find that Eyery had dragged him further away from the caves and into forests, also of the mind link between them, though Eyery is very secretive about how it orriginated and Raquan has since learnt not to ask.

Orrigin of Bonebiter: The sword bone-biter was carved from the commander of the army which Raquan fought in, his overlord, though Raquan doesn't know this. It too was infused with powerful magics. The shadows planned to create it to be able to strike down any enemy which it merely cuts, does not have to be a serious wound, could be merely a nick from a finger touching the blade. However, they could not get it quite right, as it would only easily kill that which had already died, and while it did this relatively easily, it still needed to be a good strike, whereas against normal living creatures it acted as a normal sword. The shadows could not figure out why this was so and Raquan stole it before they ever did.

Eyery's and Raquan's link: This was actually the result of another failed or unfinished experament of the dark lords. Eyery remembers it all but Raquan does not and that is why Eyery protects the memories from him. Eyery was taken as a normal wolf cub. No doubt the shadows were attempting to merge the two of them and that was where the link developed and, while mentally they nearly succeeded in merging them, physically they had been unsuccessful. Eyery, aware of what was going on in a wolf-like sense, had been alarmed at the absense of a conciousness when their minds had merged and thus had begun wimpering in a sense at the strangeness of it all. When, with a rush, Raquan's conciousness came back with him, it had an altering affect on Eyery as well as he became more humanized, and over time Raquan also became more wolf like.
Eyery, fully aware of what Raquan might do were he to find out about what the shadows had been trying to do, keeps this knowledge a safely guarded secret from his partner, not allowing him to enter that section of his mind, and in return Eyery stays out of the part's of Raquan's mind that he wishes no companion.

Name: Alec

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 18

Height: 6' 10''

Powers: Well... psychic. Alec can use his bodies energy to create shields or blast or squeeze his enemies. This does, however, have a great toll on him and wears him out (it is using his own body energy afterall). However his own persistance at bettering himself and defeating the evil which opposes him has gained him a fair amount of respect. Sometimes he can at will see with his mind's eye what is going on in other places but this puts an even greater toll on his body than just normal fighting does and he often passes out after using this particular ability. While for the most part Alec doesn't notice the colour, those who look closely can and it changes for just how much energy he has left, even though no one but he knows what the colours mean. Green, a sort of forest dark green, means he has plenty of energy to spare, a rare thing unless he hasn't been using his skill at all. It then fades into a slightly darker than sky blue, meaning he only has an average amount of energy; in other words be careful. Finally that then fades into a pale purple, showing how little energy he has left. That's usually when it's time to run and hide... or use some of the bitter herb which he always carries around.

Weapon: Alec doesn't use a weapon as such, he prefers to rely on his powers or avoid confrontations all together.

Appearance : Alec still retains a lot of his boyish looks with full lips and a fair face. He has ear-length blonde hair and strange neon blue eyes that most find disconcerting as they seem like they can see right through you to your deepest secrets. He likes to wear plain pants and a tunic though he does sometimes dress up if it is required of him.

Past: Alec was born in a city where he lived with his parents. He left them at the age of fourteen to journey with a wandering monk and learn more about his powers but the monk was killed by a demon of some description and when Alec, grief stricken and ashamed of his inability to protect his master, returns home, he finds that his parents had packed up and left town, not expecting to see him for a great many years to come. He now lives in a house he and a few hired workers built in the forest, and is relatively nice. And now spends his time tracking down any demons and killing them... that and training. While he doesnt spend a lot of time in his home he likes it while he is there. He has since taught himself to use his powers for some healing as well from his teachers books and tomes.

Personality: Alec can be a bit moody, depending what is on his mind. Most of the time he is happy and playful with a sharp tongue and sharper wit and he loves playing practical jokes on people, much to their annoyance. On other days, however, he can be quite depressed and not even emerge from his bedroom. On days like this it is best just to leave him alone, lest he blast you in anger.

Likes: Practical jokes, good food, achieving personal bests, humourous people

Dislikes: the overwhelming shadows, grumpy people and people who cant take a joke, boring meetings.

Rps in: Dark Nights, Disturbing Dreams and City of the Angels