Hi there! Name's Arty. Any variation of will work (i.e. 'Arti', 'Art', etc.)

This is a neutral name.
It will be used for both IC and OOC.

The Roman Numerals at the top of the page lead to different character-sheets. You'll find my entire list here.
Each character listed here is heterosexual, as is the player that controls them. Please respect this.

I'm very PM friendly, and usually try to get on at least a few times a day.

I am a Para to Multi-Paragraph roleplayer.

I'm not a "grammar nazi," however...
I prefer the people I roleplay with to at least have the literacy of a high-school student.

Don't get upset because I don't respond to you right away.
I could be in a PM, away from my computer, or otherwise unable to respond, etc.

If you PM me for RP, have something in mind, and know which character you'd like me to use.

Other characters of mine can be found here.

Oh, yeah... and I'm the best!

Puu says this is my theme song.

Aaaaand if you haven't figured it out by now, Arty does silly things when he is bored.

When the people lose their voice, I will speak. When they have no courage, I will defend them.

Biometrics
Era: Medieval (Fantasy)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10”
Build: Slim/Athletic
Hair: Brown
Eye: Green
Race: Human

Note: This character is currently under construction.

Do not underestimate me...

Biometrics
-Era: Medieval
Name: Tristan.
Age: 14 - 21
Gender: Male.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 155
Hair: Blonde
Eye(s): Brown
Race: Human
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Known Languages: English | Pieces of Draconic.
Blemishes: Blind in his right eye, and a scar on his stomach.

Gear
Backpack.
Trail rations.
Two torches.
Flint and steel.
Coin purse (usually 5 - 10 gold pieces).
Parchment (hand-drawn map of regions he's visited).
Quil and ink set.

Sword with unknown magical properties.

History

Magic.

It is something that most either do not understand or fear; sometimes both. Tristan had his first experience with magic upon reaching the age of adolescence (thirteen), when projectiles composed of magical energy flew from the tips of his fingers, exploding on contact with the walls of his father's house. As with most young Sorcerer's, Tristan had no control over his magical abilities. Because of this, he was often shunned, labeled as someone that was untrustworthy, and cast out of the normalities of the townspeople. It was when he conjured a ray of fire that left him without a home that it was decided he be exiled until he could wield the magic without harming either himself or another civilian.

Thus, his journey began.

With only a back-pack and the clothes on his back, he set out for whatever it was that the lands would offer him (be it death or otherwise). He isn't geographically inclined, mind you, so the statement of him being utterly lost is -to date- accurate. There is one good thing about magic, though. . . It can often do what you yourself cannot. A vagabond found this out the hard way. In trying to steal Tristan's coin purse, he pushed the poor boy to the brink of his limits; his sword was drawn and thirsted for blood. During the fray, the man slashed Tristan's eye, rendering him blind. With his vision now half of what it was, the boy was no match for the swordsman. As the blade pierced through him, Tristan let out a scream. It was in that instant that Tristan learned he could summon living creatures, in addition to the 'magic missiles' he began with.

The copper wyrmling came from nowhere. In all honesty, Tristan's only thought was that he was going to die. Apparently fate had another idea in mind. The assailant was easily disposed of by the wyrmling, who was more than curious as to why it was summoned in the first place. After hearing Tristan's tale, the wyrmling decided to travel with him, having no idea as to where it was now, either. A year passed. Tristan's magical abilities increased, though he is still clumbsy and has much to learn. He still carries the assailant's sword, whose magical properties has yet to be mastered.

This is a work in progress. Expect changes to Bio.

Name: Hachiro
Surname: Kyusaki
Age: 27
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150
Hair: Dark brown.
Eyes: Brown
Status: Single
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Era: Feudal
Occupation: Drifter
Former: Samurai
Fomer Rank: Officer
Weapon: Katana
Accessory: Straw Hat
Speaks: English | Japanese

If you ever get on his bad side, you'll get the Scary Face.

History:
Hachiro is a name literally meaning "eighth son." Being the last-born of eight children, Hachiro was perceived mostly as the 'underling'. Being the smallest and youngest, he was always looked at as inferior. That, however, did not stop his father from having faith in him. Just like all of the brothers before him, Kyusaki Hachiro was to become a Samurai. From the time he could walk, his father filled his head with stories of war-time, the duty that must be followed until death [and after], and the promise of conquest that came along with it. That said, it's no surprise that Hachiro was entered into the dojo for training in both armed and unarmed combat. Excelling in both, Hachiro quickly became recognized, and the teasing stopped when his skill far surpassed his size.

As the years went on, Hachiro reached the age of manhood, when he then joined the ranks as a soldier in the military. As time progressed, he [like many others] found himself moving up in position, having gone from a simple soldier to a full-fledged Samurai. He felt nothing but pride, though he was truthfully nothing more than a guard to the Nobles. His father's words, though, came to him time and time again-- the talk of pride, honor, dignity, and respect. It wasn't until he was put to the test that he fully understood just what that meant.

The raid came at night, while the townspeople were sleeping. Arrows filled the night-sky, darkening the clouds, and coming down as piercing rain. Screams erupted almost instantly as men, women, and children were massacred. Why was it such a surprise? Why was everyone shocked that it happened? When two regions are warring with one another over control of land, what could honestly be expected!? Those who lived faught until they died. Those who did not fight... ran. Hachiro was one who faught. With nothing but his robes, sword, sandals, and straw hat, he did his best to overcome the enemy. This was in vain, of course, as the townspeople were widely out-numbered. Bloodied, battered, bruised, and broken-spirited, Hachiro went back for his family, who had died in the hail of arrows. Only two brothers and one sister remained.

This marked the day Hachiro understood what his father meant. He had to protect them--everyone. Even if he was weak; even if he couldn't do it; even if it meant losing the battle, he had to defend them. Thus, Hachiro led his brothers and sister to safety, leaving them a letter behind that both apologized, thanked, and requested something from them. He thanked them for their guidanced. He apologized for leaving them. He requested they didn't follow. Thus began Hachiro's journey to find himself.

Some several years down the road, Hachiro had begun napping under a large tree, enjoying the shade it provided during the hot summer day. The woman Xiao Ling had been waiting for him in the branches, biding her time until she could finally strike. Only when she assumed him to actually be sleeping did she make her move. This, however, would prove to be her downfall. Without seeming to move at all, he had pressed a blade against the one she aimed for his neck, and the battle began. The two of them continued until she had no choice but to lower her weapon. He now travels with her, realizing her pain and hatred for Samurais, and has even "taken her under his wing," as he says, so that her skills in hiding, combat, and information gathering can improve. Though neither Hachiro or Xiao will openly admit it, the two have grown fond of one another as time progressed.


Personality:
Hachiro has a heightened sense of righteousness. He will do his best to help out someone in danger, even if it means giving his life to defend them. As for pride and honor, he would rather take his own life and die by his own sword than be defeated in combat. He is very confused on certain matters and ways of living, and thus took to traveling alone, often prefering the company of his sword over the company of another living being. As for relationships, developing friendship with him is easy to do, provided you aren't a criminal. Be that as it may, he is very laid-back [lazy]and sleeps more than he should... especially now that he's free from the service of the Nobles. During spring and summer, he can usually be found underneath a tree, asleep, with his straw hat pulled down to cover his eyes.

- People Hachiro has met during his travels. -

Xiao Ling - A young assassin who was sent to murder Kyusaki Hachiro, but instead found herself being the lesser of the prey she stalked. The girl is now "under his wing."

"Panda" - A child-like woman who often travels with Xiao Ling. She has a bit of a sweet-tooth, and has a very sensitive fear to Kyusaki's "scary face."

Mirume Nenhara - A barbarian of a woman that Hachiro faced in combat, then became "friends" with, though she'll never openly admit it or call him that... most likely because he's nick-named her "Big-Chest."

Biometrics
-Era: Victorian | Modern
Name: Leonard De LaRoux
Appears: 23. Actual Age: N/A
Gender: Male.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 165
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Hazel
Race: Vampire
Clan: Toreador
Generation: 5th.
Nationality: French.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Known Languages: French | English.
Blemishes: Scar on the left side of his chest.
Disciplines: Auspex, Presence, Celerity.


History

This character's profile is currently in the works!


- Auspex Discipline -

Heightened Senses
This Discipline can intensify any of the senses, but only one sense can be magnified at any time.

Aura Perception
Leonard can perceive and interpret auras.

Spirit's Touch
This Discipline allows Leonard to sense the residual energies and impressions remaining on an object after it has been handled or touched.

- Presence Discipline -

Dread Gaze
Leonard is able to inject others with feelings of terror and fear by looking into their eyes.

Entrancement
This Discipline describes Leonard's ability to attract, sway and control others.

- Celerity Discipline -

Alacrity
Leonard possesses a supernatural degree of speed and coordination that outstrips both normal mortals and fellow Kindred.

Swiftness
Leonard can move with a shocking degree of speed. To a Vampire using Swiftness, slower foes and bystanders often appear to be standing still.

Rapidity
With time and experience, he has outstripped the fledging power of Swiftness. What was once merely dazzling speed is now a mindnumbing blur of motion. In a moments's notice, he can burst into a whirlwind of destruction, crippling if not slaying, a slower opponent.