Kill the King- profiles (accepting)

[iAssassinSteve]

This page will contain the lists of character profiles that have been accepted in the Kill the King roleplay. [x]

 

[iAssassinSteve]

Username:
iAssassinsteve
Name:
Anthony Coppel
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Race:
1/2 Human, 1/2 Wizard
Eyes:
Brown
Hair:
Black
Personality:
Although he is young, he tends to be serious and somewhat domineering. He isn't very talkative when it comes to meeting new people, but he can open up once he becomes familiar with people. He shows emotion, but it isn't as expressive as other peoples tends to be. His tone of voice takes a rather continuous calm tone in whatever situation. His annoyance and anger towards things is often evident and shown the most. He has an uncanny interest in bar fights.
Alignment:
Good.
Weapon(s):
Multiple (10) small blades strapped to a bandelier in front and many knives (10) in back holsters.
Carries one main dagger, the largest as a primary weapon, in his holster on the back of his hip.
Skills:
Skilled in marksmanship; able to throw knives and blades at a great distance.
Has deadly accuracy when throwing at his targets.
His reflexes and flexibility are also formidable.
Possess knowledge of basic hand to hand combat.
Can tame dragons.
Athletic gymnast skills.
Can build campfire, as well as cook over it.
Weaknesses:
Can't swim well.
Isn't as physically strong.
Allergic to bees.
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Roleplay sample:
Anthony walked throughout his sick village with absolutely nothing to occupy himself with. It was the same as usual, he lived the life of an everyday peasant--dying. He looked up at the cloudy, murky sky. It looked like that everyday, but not one drop of rain fell. It did the night before, though. Anthony could feel his boots sink in the turbid soil that had nothing but dead bugs and possibly feces of the pigs that slept in a barn a couple of feet away. Quickly gaining back his proper steps after sinking multiple times, he ran into a nearby bar.

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[iAssassinSteve]

Username:
Seraphim_Lie
Name:
Anwena Neverhart
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Race:
1/2 Human, 1/2 Shapeshifter
Eyes:
Amber
Hair:
Auburn-red
Personality:
Anger-prone and strong-willed are the only two words to truly describe Anwena when you first come to meet her. She is very independent and pities all of the women that feel the need of a man to protect them. She is a full-blooded warrior and isn't afraid to challenge another in order to prove it.
Alignment:
Good
Weapon(s):
Long sword and shield.
Skills:
Anwena is oddly strong for a woman, but is extremely nimble and flexible despite her appearance. She is best at hand-on-hand combat, but also knows how to use bows and arrows if it comes down to it. She is known to use magic, though its type is currently unknown. Her true species is none other than a shapeshifter.
Weaknesses:
Is absolutely terrified of heights and is also prone to freaking out if she feels something cover her mouth (has the fear of being smothered).
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Roleplay sample:
Anwena leaned against the boring brick wall of the castle, her arms crossed over her chest and the usual scowl on her face. She watched the new squires and pages practice from where she lounged and wondered whether she should begin correcting them or to simply let their current instructor teach them wrongly. She was one of the most accomplished knights in the small kingdom of Duranth, a shapeshifting kingdom to the west of the dreaded Lord Asmeth's kingdom, but she was a poor shapeshifter.

Standing up straight, she began to walk between the sparring young boys and noted that there was a young girl, much smaller than she had been when she had been a child of that age, fighting against the largest and bulkiest of the boys. The boy was cheating and not using the instructed techniques, and as she passed by she snatched the sparring wooden staff from his fat and hideous hands before knocking his legs out from under him with a swift and painful sweep. Dropping the sparring staff by the boy's head, she said in a cold voice, "You are both equals. We are on the brink of war with Asmeth and there is no time for you to cheat on your lessons to heighten your ego."

 

[iAssassinSteve]

Username:
XxCaptainXMorganxX
Name:
Celestial Forge
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Race:
Elf
Eyes:
Green
Hair:
Orange/Red
Personality:
A headstrong sort of character, blunt and not often afraid to speak her thoughts. Enjoys a good time weather it's a drinking game or just a chat, enjoys the life. Tends to be a tad prideful, and rarely backs down from a fight.
Alignment:
(Chaotic) Good
Weapon(s):
Magic short sword, and two daggers attached to her legs.
Skills:
She's a fairly good melee and with arcane magics (Shields , fire spells, and one healing spell). She's a good wood worker , good with her hands in general and knows how to cook. High tolerance of alcohol, and despite her fears she can be a good fisherman. Fairly fast on her feet.
Weaknesses:
Afraid of water that comes up to her knees, oceans, large rivers, lakes ect.
Good melee and magics means she isn't highly powerful in either, just adaptable.
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Roleplay sample:
Celeste walked into the general tavern she's been staying at, seeing there wasn't much going on about she put her hands on her hips as some were turning to look at just the new guest walking in at the bar. A pout of her lip, she walked a few up and towards the bar wench saying "I want an ale lass, good and golden ya' hear?" and turned to see some men gathered around a large table with an open seat. She motioned on over to join them, seeing two men arm wrestling as she squeezed herself in there and went on about yelling with him and she cheered on for the smaller man as they remained strong in a tie for awhile. Turning, grasping the ale she said with a bright grin "Thank ye." gulping down the golden liquid in the tankard happily and turned to yell "Get it ya' nock, put yer' wrist into it!"

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Note: This character isn't a main one. She is just seen every now and then and maybe some luck of miracle if ever needed.

Username:
CaptainXXMorgan
Name:
Selk
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Race:
Wizard (Witch)
Eyes:
Magenta
Hair:
Megenta
Personality:
Highly optimistic, very energetic and loves to dance and play her lute. She always has something good to say, and does what she believes she is supposed to do despite any oppression. She's very crafty to of lived for awhile since Asmeth's rule
Alignment:
Good
Weapon(s):
Her lute, heavy wood, and magic.
Skills:
She's very flexible and mobile, but her skill lays with in magic. She often doesn't have to fight, but her she's a magical musician. With each note played she can cast spells of great trickery defense that can turn into her offense.
Weaknesses:
Removing her lute (destroying it or taking it from her for longer than one hour) is lethal. Not strong in hand to hand combat, and rarely uses offensive magic.

 

[iAssassinSteve]

Username:
Teh_Raving_Wulf_XD
Name:
Charlie Bright
Age:
24
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human/Paladin
Eyes:
Yellow as the sun
Hair:
Bright Orange/Yellow
Personality:
Charlie has always been one to always look on the bright side of life, usually smiling, caring, aswell as being very protective over the ones he chooses to protect.
Alignment:
Good
Weapon(s):
Artorias, the Greatsword
Skills: Charlie has a good intuition on how fights go, being able to usually tell what happends next.
He is also mostly known over the fact of his brutish strength, although it puts him at a loss with speed, he can do simple dodges quickly but for large attacks the most he can do is role to one side.
Is also known to use magic to help others.
Weaknesses:
The Dark (He is as strong against the dark as weak as he is to it aswell)
Cannot easily handle wounds, they greatly affect his abilities.
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Roleplay sample:
(I'm going off of your first post in the roleplay)
Charlie had been walking threw the woods for a numerous amount of days, and was he ever glad that he made it to the next village. The site of walking into the village had pleased him very so much, even tho some people saw who he was. Charlie was very easily noticed for the fact of carrying a great sword on his back, as well word threw towns had spread about him. All of Charlies thoughts had been interrupted when he had noticed a couple of Asmeth's Knights walking into a bar down the street. Charlie quickly took a couple steps to the side and was now in the shadow of a house to hide his posture and himself. Charlie had to be extra careful not to be seen by the men, the fact that there army had a bounty on his head for being a paladin and trying to restore order in other villages. Charlie watched as the knights kicked aside a couple drunks who seemed to be having a fit, and watched them walk away. Just as Charlie took a couple steps back into the light to continue his path, something caught the corner of his eye, had seen a young man who was peeking at the knight from a corner just like himself. He smiled to the boy and nodded his head down as a simple sing of hello.

 

[iAssassinSteve]

Username:
HyperActivity
Name:
Donovan (True Name kept secret)
Age:
400
Gender:
Male
Race:
Faerie
Eyes:
Gray/black
Hair:
Black
Personality:
When it comes down to it, Donovan is a naturally curious fae, and is endlessly amused by the creatures that live above his underground home of the Unseelie Court. He enjoys walking among humans and observing their small, daily lives... as well as finding as many ways as possible to make them miserable due to his trickster nature and cunning mind. First impressions when he allows himself to be known pass him off as an affable, polite man, which he uses to his advantage to lower one's guard and pinpoint the ways that make one squirm. He sometimes genuinely seeks friendship with a human... but, when gained, he delights in betraying them, having no true concept of the bonds of friendship and trust.
Alignment:
Neutral Evil
Weapon(s):
Stone knife
Ash shortbow with stone-tipped arrows
Paultry trickster's magic, the kind that causes misfortune and annoyance
Skills:
Is incredibly light-weight, granting him the ability to walk soundlessly and leave no trace of his presence; if he wishes, he can conceal himself in the branches and shadows of trees to observe his quarry, though can be sensed by those with good perception. His high levels of dexterity and agility allow him to strike with precision and dart as quick as the shadows in and out of the fray. Above else, uses his absolute knowledge of the wood as huntsman, forager, and herbalist, as well as knowing of all the places to hide himself away.
Weaknesses:
Being of the fae, Donovan is extremely weak against anything made of Iron, and is also affected by traditional wards against the fae. He cannot cross deep water, is physically weak, and surprisingly frail. As a result he is easily overpowered if an opponent has the skill to corner him, and while his attacks can be deadly, overall they lack power. His natural habitat is the shadows and night, and so avoids the sun as it blinds his eyes.
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Roleplay sample:

Such an amusing mortal.

Donovan thought idley to this 'King' of mortals, this Asmeth, as he flickered through the wood, jumping from shadow to shadow like a wraith. He liked the king; he had a way of sending the mortal kingdom into a rising chaos that delighted him. It was also thanks to the king that he could emerge from beneath the earth more often, now that the sun rarely showed her face. He had lent his 'services' to the king like he had seen other humans do, and had been handed a task: find the fabled dagger, the Wyfe. In other words, an adventure, with the privilige of causing whatever mischief he pleased... and doing whatever he wanted if it stopped enemies to his throne.
"As my Lord demands," the fae murmured to himself, and smiled in amusement at some private joke.