OMFG how much stuff do you lot right

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

too much, they need to shorten their lives down, too much is complicated

There's no way in hell I'm reading all of that

hehe i think we are all abit like that D


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ok so there is 2 pols i thought i would tell you love people about them.

Profile for: normal Polgara
Age: Older them most people think.
Birthdate: Unknown
Astrological Sign: Unknown
Zodiac Sign: Unknown
Blood Type: Unknown
Height: 5'' 9
Basic Description:
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Current Information
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family background: not much it known about polgara's family history... all that is know is that she has a father who, likes to drink, can change into a wolf, and has the same powers as Polgara herself.
birth place: not here
history, background: once when out with Belthazar now is going out with Darkness.
home: Tavern
possesions, make-up, jewelry, etc.: one necklace, a sword and most of the time a bottle of vodey
pets: all liveing birds
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Physical Description
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hair style: up in a poney tail 95% of the time but has been known to have it down.
eyes: blue can change on mood
body: talkish. well look at the ava and you will get the pic -one hopes-
physical condition: good
marks,scar,tattoo: the white lock in her hair would go down as a mark, but if not then none
clothing: red top, black leather bottoms, black mens work boots
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Personality
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Likes: lots of things. but manly the tavern at time and Darkness and Belth but he can rally piss her off
Dislikes: belth some times. anything that just pisses her off
Fears: lossing eather belth or Darkness
Goals: none
Hobbies: none but working in the tavern
Occupation: works/owns the tavern
most prized possesion (important or emotional value): theres 2 Dark and Belth
character behaviour: is very carm most of the time, but when she gets pissed off all hell brakes through -thens when polgara 2 comes in from now on-
relationships: Darkness
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Abilities
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Physical: good with both swords and daggers. she like the old why of fighting
Magical: can do quite a lot of things whit magic to much to tell you


Profile for: evil polgara -every thing that is missing is the same-
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Current Information
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family background: doesn't have one
birth place: the tavern
history, background: wonts to kill things... was born into that way when darkness just left because of Belthazar
home: doesn't have one
possesions, make-up, jewelry, etc.: a sword and 3-4 daggers
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Physical Description
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eyes: ice blue
physical condition: very good
clothing: black top, black bottoms, long fitted leather coute.
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Personality
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Likes: likeing things
Dislikes: Belthazar - most of the time
most prized possesion (important or emotional value): the sword and daggers
character behaviour: kills things even it they tell her what she wonts to know / EVIL!
relationships (with who and what kind): none but still loves Darkness
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Abilities
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Physical: even better then normal, she also has vampier abilities but she is still just human.

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

 I'm avoiding doing work. It seems a good way to do this would be to write a very short description for the Elves In Space version of Davion.

 

 

 Name: Davion McCool

 Age: Unknown, but in human years he would be somewhere in his twenties.

 Appearance: See other Davion.

 Race: Dehadee. (I cannot be bothered to write out a full description of Dehadees AGAIN, I'm sorry! Just read one of my previous posts in this thread. The one about Nikky would be most accurate)

 Skills: An accomplished gunslinger and professional racing pilot.

 Clothing: Davion wears black leather trousers and a small red t-shirt, over which a robust black Yamaharian skin jacket is worn. several hidden pockets are built into its interior. He has small fingerless black gloves, clunkly black spaceboots and on occausion will wear red bandana.

 Equipment: As of the moment he owns nothing whatsoever, after having his ship crushed and being mugged and beaten. Eventully he'll gain some items and as he does so I'll add them here. But right now all he owns is the clothes on his back.

 History: All we know of Davion is that he is a rouge. He was once a smuggler come pirate, and has always been an outlaw. Run ins with different pirate families have plauged his years and after some rather unpleasent occurances he has decided to steer as clear of the *******s as he can (save for revenge purposes obviously). In times of finacial stress Davion would enter space races with his vessel the insanely fast Darkshine, which he generally won. (Though if this were by merit of his ship or actual piloting skill is to be debatable!). As he enters Elves in Space we find that a certain pirate captain that he once "stole" the wife of caught up with him, using connections with the spaceport to sieze and crush his beloved ship and permission to beat him into a bloody pulp. For some reason or other they left him alive, a mistake that that captain will no doubt dearly regret in the near future.

 

 

I've got more characters....but I can't post them without spoiling the surprise, as they have yet to be found.(they will be, I have been assured of that)

I have been waiting to get more involved with the board for awhile so here goes:

Name:Havoc

Real name:unknown

Weapons (usually): large caliber handgun, a shortsword, and dual submachineguns (along with various explosives)

Race: Human

Appearance: Silver hair, blue vest, kaki pants, leather boots, and a tatoo of an angel on his right arm.

Age: late teens to early 20's

Height: 5'11

Backstory: Doesn't talk about past.

Skills: Marksmanship, hand to hand expert, fairly good swordsmanship, and some offensive magic.

Note: Has an AI and uses for hacking and GPS, ect.

welcome aboard havoc, nice to meet ya

hehe aboard hehe hehe hehe hehe
aboard hehehe a board hehe
*then comes to her sanity*
sorry it's late and i'm board!

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

Name: Red shift

 Age: 26

 Appearance: Short (4"8), red eyes, goatee and hair, big nose. 

 Race: Nintaoi, of Beta Nintao an obscure planet in the small magellanic cloud

 Occupation: Space freelance trader

 Skills: General annoyingness, assasin skills, high rank in the top nintao academy for martial arts, general survival, ability to smuggle anything into anywhere-especially knives (for which he has a fetish)

 Clothing: Signature red bandana with black scorpion symbol, black pants, steel capped boots, red tshirt, leather coat with bottomless   pockets, ray-ban sunnies.

 Equipment: Large collection of knives, counterfeit money machine, a neverending packet of tim tams (chocolate biscuits).

 

... and a genie too?

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howdy red shift, i think i've found another new friend

*jumps all over belth to get a looky at Red's ((ya dont mind if a call ya red do ya?)) knives* ooooo... *melts when she gets a look. she then looks at Red* ye be coming to the tavern right?

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

ignore her, the next thing you know she'll be nicking them

[Holds the drooling Polgara back] No! bad Pol, bad, they're not your knives. Hiya Red, would care to put those away? Not sure how much longer I can hold her.