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[ironsnake345]

Ah. For me, it just always goes to email notifications, which works great for me.

[Shadestyle]

Spoiler: The Meme Machine (click to show/hide)

Name: Julius Marentine.

Class: Defender

Equipment: Giant Tower Shield, Heavy Platemail, Spiked Boots.

Description: A hulking giant of a man, wearing a long nosed helm and wielding naught but a intimidating tower shield, around his waist, sacks with unknown contents dangle in reach, in a position clearly intending them to be some sort of tool of warfare.

Personality: A jabbermouth, this intimidating individual is only silent for moments around an unknown, before instantly going into long winded and seemingly ceaceless conversation and banter.  In combat, one might consider him almost irreverent, Mocking opponents as he shields allies from their blows, and shoving them down in turn.

Backstory: This warrior remembers nothing at all. He wishes he did, and will do anything to regain his lost memories. It is one of the only things he takes seriously. A life is a terrible thing to lose.

[Silcugar]

Spoiler: Ludek the Sparse, Sorcerer (click to show/hide)

Name: Ludek the Sparse

Class: Sorcerer

Equipment:
Paltry Crystal Staff: An imitation of a more powerful catalyst. Attempts to utilize the caster’s focus to greater effect, though the poor craftsmanship means any boon is temporary at best.

Desperate Greatknife: Used by eastern sorcerers. This inflexible and crude weapon leaves little to the imagination. Best wielded by inexperienced, frantic fighters.

Shaming Mask: A hastily crafted burlap mask, secured tightly to the wearer’s head using knotted, frayed rope. Used to punish the unfaithful or treacherous. The sentence is temporary, but remorseful condemned often voluntarily extend their sentence.

Scholar Envoy Set: Utilitarian attire worn by travelling sorcerers. The many pouches and pockets prove indispensible to the Envoys, who are known to travel endlessly.

Lurid Unction: An unnatural looking, pungent concoction. Used to stimulate a sorcerer’s abilities, at the cost of lasting mental attrition.

Envoy’s Almanac: A combination of spellbook, journal, taxonomic guide, and ledger. The Envoys are known for their practical nature, demonstrated by their distinctive tomes. 

Various dried plants, herbs, and insects, though they have no practical application.

Sorceries:
Lurching Dart: Variation of the elementary arrow. Fires a globule of energy that erratically meanders to its target. Used by sorcerers who favor mobility, at the cost of the spell’s unpredictable nature.

Directed Steps: Made to aid pathfinders and scouts. Allows the user to travel across uneven or harsh terrain more easily, and somewhat mitigates fall damage. Aids sorcerers accustomed to overland travel, or those seeking small advantages in unfamiliar lands. 

Minor Flits: An elementary crystal sorcery. Releases a barrage of tiny crystal spurs that flow around the caster, inflicting cuts and minor injuries to those who linger. Developed to irritate and ward intruding fauna, but works equally well against humans.

Tumult: Sorcery forged from desperation, not ingenuity. Contorts the surrounding terrain with crystal facets and shards, forcing those unaccustomed to the effects to focus on their footing. The shift in terrain probes enemies for weakness, testing their ability to adapt.


Description: At first glance, Ludek’s most unique feature is his mask. A ratty mesh of worn burlap obscures his face, held in place by a tangle of rope tied uncomfortably around his neck. His loose attire, while certainly not opulent, reflects a man experienced in sorcery and travel. His spindly figure stands out clearly under the tightly wound red and brown cloth and boiled leather of a nomad. With every movement, a puff of dust, dirt, or sand escapes the folds of aging fabric. He keeps his flawed catalyst and wicked knife in clear view at all times, but his almanac is often sealed and tied to his back. He wrings his leathery, worn hands when idle, the hands of a man twice his age.

Personality: The nature of Ludek’s crimes, and the state of the world at large, contorted a once bright eyed scholar into a fatalistic, reckless vagrant. This much is clear when he speaks; a faint memory of a young and curious voice, twisted with neglect and injury into a gravelly drone.  Still, he’s inquisitive, when it suits him, and will often engage other undead in conversation if they express interest. Generally, he’ll assume a scholarly and distant air towards strangers, figuring that there is little need for niceties in this dour age. He expects little of others; partially due to the stigma his mask implies, and partially because he figures there isn’t much they can offer him.

Backstory: Ludek, a man from far off, attracted by the metaphysical nature of sorcery, found his way into a life of great discovery and adventure, but ended up consumed by the nature of these curiosities. Little is known of his homeland, and Ludek did nothing to rectify that. He travelled great swathes of land in search of purpose and knowledge.

Eventually, he developed an interest in sorcery, namely the crystal sorceries that sat on the edge between human and dragon understanding. A series of adventures lead him to join the Envoys, a cabal of travelling scholars and sorcerers. There he developed a decent understanding of sorcery, and a greater appreciation of the ages that came before.

Eventually, the undead curse grew to a crescendo, leading to a widespread crisis. Ludek was always on the periphery of the curse and its effects, or so he believed. His intense study and wanderlust failed to prepare him for the looming catastrophe. In this time of uncertainty, Ludek became more reckless with youthful passion and ambition, unable to adapt to the changing nature of the world. Soon, Ludek would commit an unforgivable crime and fail his companions drastically. A deluge of calamity, wrought from the crumbling world and his own indecisions, sealed his title of ‘the Sparse’.

To this day, even long after the memories of his crimes, and those who bore this resentment, crumbled into nothingness, Ludek remains ashamed and repentant. He bears his shame plainly, forever traversing this dying world in search of some lost, arcane destination.

[Twinwolf]

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Meredith Aria

Class: - Duelist: Those whose skills lie in light and quick strikes. They employ slashing or thrusting weapons and are experts in dodging or deflecting attacks at the right time. Mobility is absolutely key to them, so their armor is very light.

Equipment: The items, weapons, and armor your character has. They can have any appearance you want; uniqueness is encouraged. Also includes smaller things, such as special herbs your character has with them, or a treasured trinket.

Reinforced Leather Coat: A simple coat of reinforced leather. It isn't nearly so protective as a suit of mail, but it is also far lighter, allowing for ease of movement. It also happens to be quite stylish, as a bonus. 

Noble Rapier: A fencing blade of ornate design, but do not let that fool you into thinking it is fit only for the mantle - it can kill as easily as any other sword.

Parrying Dagger: A simple knife, used less for shanking, more for turning a blow aside. Do not underestimate it.

Signet Ring: A signet ring bearing some mark or other. It's scuffed and damaged from being worn for a long time. It never leaves Meredith's left hand.

Spells: Meredith has never particularly favored the arcane arts. Perhaps a compatriot could teach her, one day - she seems to have the wit for it.

Description: She is a bit on the shorter side, only 5'2". She is a tad touchy about this. Her figure is nothing to sneeze at, although nothing overly extraordinary - when she isn't hollow though, her face is quite attractive, as would befit the scion of a noble lineage. She bears herself with dignity, most times, although emotion can bring her out of this state. Her outfit is mostly just her equipment, plus some functional pants that are barely worth mentioning in terms of protectiveness.

Personality: Meredith tries to be respectful. She really does. She can, however, have difficulty understanding others and their problems, and can have a short fuse on certain topics.

Backstory: Meredith... really doesn't know how long she's been a walking corpse. She barely remembers her past, and clings to what she does know as a shipwrecked sailor to the plank of wood keeping them afloat. She is nobility - she knows this. Her family was quite important. She thinks. She's a skilled fencer, and was probably lauded for this. She never had anyone who she was... with, so to speak.

...And that's just about it. A short conversation indicates that as much as she tries to indicate otherwise, she truly does not remember most of her life - and this scares her to death. Well, undeath, one supposes.

[wipeout1024]

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Eisha Nefou

Class:
Sorcerer: The few who have pored the depths of Sorcery and use it to their ends. The intelligent find their spells are more effective than others' are and wield them with a catalyst, though some use a backup weapon. They tend to use enchanted garb or light armor.

Equipment:

Eisha's Garbs: A colorful set of clothes, consisting of a green and gold top, a short black skirt, as well as knee-length boots.

Oaken Staff: A weakened and decrepit staff, held together by twine and luck.

Trinket of the Elders: Eisha's only heirloom, left to her by the descendants of some far-off land. She wears it around her neck, not for protection or for some mystical purpose, but to try to learn more about how she found herself here.

Spells:

- Yearn
Creates a warm soul-like orb that serves as a decoy and lures foes toward itself.

- Flow
Sends a strong gust of air at an enemy, pushing them away.

- Yemoja's Wave
Summons a weak spring of water, drenching those it touches.

- Hush
A sorcery that facilitates surreptitious activity. Reduces the sound made by its caster.


Description: A slight woman with ebony skin standing at only 5'1, Eisha does not seem an intimidating foe. However, her brown eyes display a sense of mischievousness, and she can almost always be found smirking. Her hair is almost always done up in an afro of some kind.

Personality: A trickster. That is how most would describe Eisha, a woman who often storms into others' lives like a whirlwind and leaves just as suddenly.

Backstory: While Eisha knows bits and pieces of her past, she often pretends to know far more than she actually does. What she does truly knows boils down to this: She came from a far off land, and was part of a high social station. Merchant, royalty, clergy, she cannot say, but recently, she seems to be haunted by visions from her past - nothing significant, just the sun rising, or her hand touching another's - before fading into the back of her mind.

[Sl4cker]

Spoiler: castlevania souls 3.5 (click to show/hide)

Name: Samson Bergfalk

Class: Crusader: Someone driven to fulfill a cause, of any kind, at any cost. They are skilled with a variety of weapons, such as whips, spears, small axes, or shortswords, and wear armor from light to medium. Crusaders tend to forgo shields.

Equipment: A seemingly regular whip, well maintained and cleaned. Shiny, lavender-tinted axes small enough to carry as well as fling through the air. Armour made out of hide, including a furry tunic, and wool boots. His muscular legs are, strangely, uncovered. Three Anti-Hollow Talismans, used to strip them of their ability to heal.

Description: This man's height reaches just above average, musculature seemingly built out of tan-colored stone as opposed to flesh. His face is strangely pretty, though intimidating, with eyes the same leather brown as his whip slanted inwards as if pushed down by a lifetime glaring. Streaks of hair flow down his head, reaching just below his shoulders, of such a color difficult to classify as either brown or red. One of his hands is covered by a wool glove - this is where the Darksign is branded on his skin.

Personality: Samson could be described as cold without straying from the truth, yet he is certainly not one to encourage arguments between allies. In fact, he would be, though perhaps not the first, second or third to step in and attempt to resolve any internal conflict. He is cold even in battle, though against a particularly annoying foe, he has been known to engage in banter. At the very least, a good drink has been known to thaw that ice a little.

Backstory: For as long as he knew, Samson had known of the stories of the Darksign, and the creatures that emerged from it, hostile, a blight on the earth. The evil mark had yet to make it's way to his home, yet the young Samson was touched with compassion. He was a naive child, from a noble family, and stories and thoughts of the poor people, not just the poor people, but all people - afflicted with such horrors, had made sympathy grip his heart and did not let go. He wished to be a hero - a slayer of darkness, a hunter of evil.

Such was the fire that burned within him that at once he threw himself into training. He read all he could of the Darksign and its creations, and once he reached manhood he longed to go out to strike at once at the monstrosities. His parents forebade it, yet such ambition could not contain itself within his country. He rode out southwards, to begin at once his own personal crusade.

Samson had left his home for a long time, becoming tempered with wisdom and hardened with endurance from his constant hardship, when at last he was felled by a lucky blow. Yet, he awoke - not as a human, but as one of the Undead he had so sorely loathed! At once, a depression clung to him like a cloud, the shame and despair nearly forcing him into suicide, or, at least, to cut the hand which held his hated Darksign. Yet, resolve pierced through after a month of solitude, and though he was fated to become Hollow, he reasoned that he must first destroy as many accursed abominations as possible before he may finally allow himself to die.

Personal Themesong

[PigeonOfAstora]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Elpha of Carim, Cleric of Darkmoon (male)
 
Class: Cleric
 
Equipment: Maiden's Set, modified to have a blueish hue. Saint's Talisman and Moonlight Straight Sword (Sunlight Straight Sword renamed)
 
(Spells:)
Lightning Bow
Med Heal
Blade of Blue (Weaker version of Blade of Darkmoon)
 
Description: Long white hair, black eyes with a fair face, Elpha wears the maiden set most of the time. He is of low height, and has a large brand of the Sunless Church of Carim branded on his forehead. Strangely, his miracles don't have the usual gold color, rather it is blue/purple.
 
Personality: Meek most of the time, and has a quiet voice that makes people think he would be talking to mice. However, he has quite a large amount of stout stubbornness in a strange sort of way. If he believes in a cause, he will bravely defend it despite circumstances. He will, however, shy away from accomplices from Carim. He gets easily flustered and has a terrible short-term memory, but seems to be able to recall far into his past, despite the Undead Curse.
 
Backstory: A simple preacher boy from Carim, Elpha was a part of a large family, prestigious in the Church of Sun. He was pressured into worshipping in the Church of the Sun, but he never felt genuine faith in doing so. The youngest sister, who was much more compassionate to Elpha's plight than the others, gave him the robes of a maiden and suggested the Church of Moon. Sneaking out of the Sun, he found faith in the Moon and aligned himself to this new faith. After having a large disagreement with his family, they grudgingly accepted the other religion.
Things swiftly went downhill from here. Carim fell to the Undead Curse and the spread of the Abyss, and so did the rest of Elpha's family. The Undead curse spared Elpha, but he became nearly Hollowed after the death of his family. The youngest sister's parting words to Elpha was to seek Anor Londo, and find the Blades of Darkmoon. Gifting him Humanity, she passed away. Travelling far and wide, Elpha found a roaming knight named Sirris, and begged her to let him become a Blade. Sirris granted him an unofficial title of a Knight of Darkmoon, and departed on her way.
Elpha now seeks the city of the Gods and find the company captain Yorshka, to become a true Darkmoon and fulfill his faith in honor of his sister.

[Adragis]

Spoiler: Sungal (click to show/hide)

Name: Sola

Class: Aegis - A warrior whose strength lies in their indefatigable will and their unbreakable resolve, they wield a pair of heavy shields and are almost invariably clad in heavy armour - a set of equipment far too heavy for the untrained. They aim to draw enemy attacks to themselves, so that those who fight more efficiently may proceed unhindered.

Equipment:
Telum - A large and heavy metal shield. Its straps are fastened horizontally rather than vertically, so as to be worn along the length of the arm rather than braced with it. At the top of the shield, worn nearest the fist, runs a series of wide spikes, while the bottom curves off to a point. The front of the shield bears a faded and worn design: a flickering flame emanating from something too weathered to make out. The word 'Telum' is scratched into the shield's rear.

Integumentum - A long, heavy rectangular tower shield with a slit for visibility. Its straps run so it is braced by the forearm, as is conventional. Simple in construction, it also bears a once-ornate design: a golden sun, shining down on something scratched and beaten into invisibility. The word 'Integumentum' is scratched into the shield's rear. However, one of the shield's lower corners seems to have been corroded away.

Aegis Armour - A simple, yet heavily-ornamented set of heavy metal armour, with ornate sun imagery inlaid in brass. The gauntlets and armguards are designed to allow a shield's straps to fit snugly. The entire set seems to be chipped and beaten, but the helm is especially damaged - the grille covering the wearer's mouth has rusted away and the plated leather neck guard has been torn off.

Sola's Gambeson - A plain white padded protective suit for wearing under armour. Its only decoration is a small, somewhat unevenly-embroidered sun symbol by the collar.

Sola's Sewing Kit - A wooden box containing various implements used for the sewing and embroidering of cloth. All the thread is in warm, comforting colours, and a sun has been hand-painted on the lid.

The Code - An undecorated, miniature metal-bound book, containing a set of conducts and rules by which members of an unspecified 'Order' are to live.


Description: Standing at around 6'4", Sola is tall, and an imposing figure even outside of her heavy armour. Well-built, albeit comparatively slim, most of her body is noticeably toned, her wiry muscles like steel cables. In contrast to this, she has a warm, serene sort of face: her rich brown eyes are bright and her general facial structure is comparatively soft. Her hair, which is quite long when not tied up for the wearing of a helmet (around shoulder length), is a very dark brown, almost black, while her skin is a dark shade of olive.

Personality: As warm and caring as her looks suggest, Sola is almost impossible to drive to anger, short of the agressor's threatening an innocent. When there are no more pressing matters - those involving life and death, for instance - she is content to make life (or unlife, as the case may be) more comfortable for other people.
Aside from this general demeanour of warm (albeit sometimes forceful) pleasantry, she enjoys hearing stories of old and tales of heroism, as well as the comforting sound of a crackling campfire.
Nothing makes her happier than comradeship, friendship, or whatever else you want to call an affectionate platonic relationship: if those around her are happy, she is too.

Backstory: Sola has dedicated herself to the Order, and her duty is to protect other people from... something. That's all she can really work out past the haze dying seems to have put over her memory, but the little she remembers is enough to give her purpose.

[SOLDIER First]

Sheet list, mostly for myself. Listed by first name.

Boudicca Cáit, Berserker (kj1225)

Eisha Nefou, Sorcerer (wipeout1024)

Elpha of Carim, Cleric (PigeonOfAstora)

Evangeline of Jugo, Cleric (BlitzDungeoneer)

Julius Marentine, Defender (Shadestyle)

Kent of Rivia, Defender (IamanElfCollaborator)

Larae Ikara, Maoriae (Kevak)

Louie the Wizard, Sorcerer (ironsnake345)

Ludek the Sparse, Sorcerer (Silcugar)

Melodia Griffith, Herald (Sanure)

Meredith Aria, Duelist (Twinwolf)

Masked Freak Onryo, Senshi (KingMurdoc)

Pontie the Quiet, Archer (PaPaj)

Samson Bergfalk, Crusader (Sl4cker)

Sola the Kind, Aegis (Adragis029)

Ywis of the Great Swamp, Pyromancer (USEC_OFFICER)

[~Neri]

Spoiler: Lerae Ikara (click to show/hide)

Name: Lerae Ikara

Class: Maoriae (Sorcerer Variant) - The Hollow are but husks, drained of Memory and Self. The scraps of Mind and Experience scattered to the wind. Lost to the Hollow those scraps may be, they have not however, Faded to Void. A Maorae specializes in the harvesting, manipulation, and utilizing of those scraps of Self. Borrowed skills, stolen bodies, fractal minds. Those magi who dabble in these arts often go insane, their minds unable to handle the splintering required of practitioners, many stretching themselves too far too fast, their Self ripping itself apart before the Maoriae can recover. Anchors of the Self tend to be treasured by practitioners, a way to recover oneself after especially strenuous Fractures.

Equipment:
-A black, handwoven hooded cloak. The innards padded with a tough leather, with more leather near formerly vital areas. A number of spiraling patterns along the hem.
-A bronze amulet on a chain, a floral pattern adorns the surface.
-Lerae's Journal, a leatherbound journal, full of memories and remembrances, some of his, some of others. Who could tell whos is whos?
- A seven inch curved blade, the sharp edge glows a cold blue, when it cuts, it does not cut flesh, rather, it cuts away memories, freeing the shreds of Self to the winds, leaving naught but immobile husks in its wake.

Spells:
[First] Fracture - Among the first skills a Maoriae learns is to split its Mind, two perceptions, two patterns of thought in synchronization. Strenuous but effective, aiding both action and reaction, when one has two minds to put to a task, the old adage rings true, Two is better than One. [Highly strenuous. Prolonged use is harmful and debilitating without rest. Provides a reroll when active with unspent Fracture points. Permits activation of Fracture Spells via allocating Fracture points. First Fracture provides 1 Fracture point]

A Fractured Past - To learn of a memory is one thing. To hold it within your Mind is another. To give your own Mind and lash out with it is yet another. A memory of a long passed Self gains temporary corporeality, a phantasmal limb, clutching what it held in life erupts from the Maoriae, although the phantasm may appear insubstantial, its strikes are just as hard as cold steel. [Provides an extra limb+random generic weak ghost weapon, uses 1 Fracture point while active]

Fill The Void - Undead. Hollows. Husks. Mindless automatons. They once held a Self, They can be filled Anew. They are still bodies after all. A Splinter of one's Mind can take root and Grow.  However too many Splinters can cause desynchronization of Self. [Fracture points can be spent to Possess comatose and immobile  bodies, the points are freed up upon death of the possessed body or the caster choosing to release the body. Process takes several minutes. Body functions identical to what it was pre-possession, skills of host do not carry over. Body for all intents and purposes contains a portion of the caster's mind and spells can be cast through it.]

Harvest and Mend - To bleed is to forget. Forgetfulness leads towards the End. Halt the march of time with flesh of the Past. Take their memories and minds. Mend your Flesh. [Touch range damage/heal spell, requires physical contact by caster. If it hits and does damage, approximately a around a third of the damage done is healed in the caster. Does not track target.]


Description: A cloaked figure approximately 5'8 in height, their hood rarely lowers, however should it be, one would find a moderately androgynous face, framed by brown hair beneath it. They look tired.

Personality: The Being known as Lerae Ikara does not often speak. Stating its observations and opinions as it feels it should. It watches and it learns, and most importantly, it Experiences.

Backstory: Lerae did indeed have a life before they.. Departed, however that is a Memory for one to ask them about in person, it is less boring that way.

[PaPaj]

Spoiler: Who ask's shall receive (click to show/hide)

Name: Pontie

Class: Archer

Equipment:
Short Bow
A standard small bow. Doesn't give much of a punch but insted give's the ability to shoot faster.

Leather Jacket
Made out of smooth leather,doesn't give much in case of protaction but insted give's the wearer move movability.

Leather Boots
Boots and Trousers made out of smooth leather,lighter and more flexible then most leather's.

Leather Glove's
Glove's made out of smooth leather,lighter and more flexible then most leather's.

Pocket Watch
Doesn't seem magical or cursed in any way,it probebly just has some personal value.

Description: Pontie doesn't have much of a muscle,instead his faster then average man. He has quite average body mass and has about 1.70 m in height,not much can be said about his facial hair,he has really shaggy hair neck lenght hair,one green and one cyan eye.

Personality: Pontie is a friendly and a nice guy, doesn't talk much, it's nice to have him around, just don't expect him to start conversations.

Backstory: Doesn't seem to remember much from his life before, then being at a tavern and chugging couple of beer's at a time

[SOLDIER First]

Spoiler alert, I can do shit about it. That shit is rejecting your sheet immediately!

Spoiler: If you want a chance of getting in, read this. (click to show/hide)

Grammar and syntax on the sheet need a lot of work.

Living Fire Ball and Flame Spear are out, that's not how Pyromancies work.

Your description is... lacking. And normal Undead don't have perpetually flaming facial hair. Or perpetually flaming anything, for that matter. Try again.

What you have for personality is useless. There's a lot of different psychos that have escaped from maximum security prison (which doesn't even exist in Dark Souls, if you mean it the way I think you do). Be brief or don't but you actually have to tell me something.

Your backstory would be fine, if it made sense. You can't just burn things and then become a Pyromancer, it doesn't work like that. You have to know the Pyromancies in the first place to actually use them; also, again, maximum security prison isn't a thing.

Possibly the only acceptable thing on your sheet is your equipment list, because I explicitly stated you can use a class' starting gear if you want to, but without descriptions of any items I will be forced to take... creative liberties as to what they are, and I doubt you would enjoy that. And you forgot the mask from your description, half of which is apparently burned? That part wasn't clear at all.

[PaPaj]

yeah...to be honest i just made that sheet for fun,just to see your reaction,i can make a serious one

[SOLDIER First]

Yeah, why don't you go ahead and do that. Just edit your first post.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

yeah...to be honest i just made that sheet for fun,just to see your reaction,i can make a serious one

That kind of thing is generally frowned upon around here for RPs that ask for character sheets like this unless the GM is okay with deliberately bad sheets. Please remember this next time.