Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:44 am
Anarchy is commonplace in the land of Erathia. With the defeat of the knights elvish and mage armies, the Armies of the Underworld have begun to press forward smothering all resistance beneath a cloak of tyranny. But everyday new heroes show up willing without pay to go forth and battle in the name of freedom.
Name: Devon the Adjurer.
Age: 25
Special weapons/ magical ability: FrostBite. Pillars of ice rise from the ground trapping foes and enabling them to be defeated easier. Heals any foe that is of the ice element type.This ability as with all characters in this rp gets stronger by 5% each time one levels up.
Hair/eye color: Black/Blue
Background: The study of magic opened your eyes, not just to the arcane arts, but to the world itself. With every spell you learned in college, every scrap about magic and the arcane arts that you absorbed, you were fascinated with how every piece of information carried with it a certain history, a window into another land or the writings and mind of another practitioner of magic. It was not long before the libraries and halls of the college began to seem oppressive, more like mausoleums than places of learning. You did not want to meet the fate of some of the elderly college scribes and librarians, lost within their own books- you wanted to travel, see what the world held for anyone with a passion for exploration and knowledge. You didn’t want to spend your life reading of other’s discoveries- you wanted to make some of your own and allow others to benefit from it.
Shortly after graduation, you set about planning your travels. Who knows what lost knowledge lies within the wilderness of the northern reaches of Erathia.
Appearance: Devon is a young wizard in his late 20’s. He wears a robe with the designs of stars and moons stitched onto it. His staff of yulewood is approximately 5 feet long and is also a weapon in case his spells fail. Not much more is known except he graduated as the only human ever to do so from the magical island of the Snow Elves, Vorri.
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Chase Ricks on Tue Nov 15, 2011 7:25 am, edited 1 time in total.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.
