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| Beriadan | Jan 8 2009, 08:08 AM Post #1 |
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General Information Name: Chuni Prideshadow Age: 7 human years (21 in Cheko years) Weight: 120 pounds Height: 5'5" Sex: Female Birthdate: December 18th. Origin: Blackwood forest on the Dawn-side borders of Shi'Fer, a forest occupied entirely by leafless, blackened trees which unusually live a long time with no nutrients or minerals, instead living apon fire itself. Class: Arcane Warrior A type of warrior that uses spells laced with close-combat melee. Race: Cheko A humanoid race that is best spotted by their large, feline ears and cat-like tails. This breed of feline humanoids live in a Pride of fifteen or twenty individuals, and are found souly in Blackwood forest, seperated into several hundred different Prides or Clans within the forest borders. They are led by a single Pack leader, a lone male who lives alone among females. The female Cheko's are skilled all-around, as hunters, cooks, crafters and warriors. Usually the majority of the females are middle aged or older, since the teenagers tend to leave the Pride on their own, and either move to a different Clan or go alone into the wide world. The males leave the Pride before they reach maturity, either taking a few females with them or finding a completely new pack that needs or wants a new male. Cheko's tend to have a Pride shaman, who deals wholey in fire and flame-based magic. The race is based around fire and flame, and this reflects from their spells and imbuned weapons. Not all Cheko's can conjur fire or Flame elementists to imbue their weapons or use for magic, usually only about one per litter every two generations. Appearance: ![]() Physical Appearance: Chuni is of medium height, average weight and has a pale, slightly brown complexion to her soft face and body. Her eyes are quite large, yellow, and the pupils within her flaxen irises are slitted, feline like. Behind her full red lips are a pair of razor sharp canines, jutting from the top row of teeth and also a smaller yet just-as-sharp pair prodruding from the bottom. Her tongue is a bright pink, and with a texture like sandpaper. Chuni has quite thick eyebrows which are also rather dark. This contrasts her deep blonde hair, which isn't so much styled as preened, and reaches down to the small of her back, sticking out all over the place. Her hair runs smoothly into her large, feline ears, tall and pointed, blonde like her hair and also preened. Her body is thin and not too toned, making up for the width with unseen muscle that is barely noticable on her young frame, which is not very developed around the chest and hips. She also has a blonde tail, that comes out from the small of her back, long and slender, preened like her ears and hair. Like most of the members of her tribe who move across into magic, Chuni's hands are covered with sparce fur up to the wrists, as is the same with her feet, which only have four large toes. Clothing: Like most of her old Pride, Chino wears very tribal clothes, with odd markings, weird accessories and curious danging bits. The chestpart of her outfit is two layers, a basic underlayer consisting of a tightbandage-like that cover her chest and around the back of her neck, comlete with half-length loose sleeves and a base that ends just below her chest. The second layer is a short, baggy top, with long sleeves, a wide sturducollar (that doesn't fit around her neck but ahngs off one shoulder and reviels the other), several rings studded along the sleeves, and a few hanging accessories along the rim of the collar. The left sleeve is shorter than the right, both decorated with zig-zag patterns in yellow and green. The piece of light but lasting clothe is a light brown, with varied patches of greens and yellows across the outfit. Chuni also wears a single glove of thick, light and warm material on her right hand. The bottom of this outfit is made of an overlapped piece of baggy clothing that hangs from a leather belt adorned with many pockets and little bags, as well as a tribal-like buckle laced with silver. A long strip of brown silky material runs down from her waist down the middle of her legs, front and back, and there is a tight black undershorts beneath that. Her boots are thick fur, up to her knees and a deep brown, laced with white. All her clothes are made from a species of deer that live in Blackwood, that the Cheko hunt sparcely. These creatures have silky fur that is completely weather resistant, light and cool yet thick and warm, waterproof, iceproof, coldproof, heatproof and sturdy enough to keep the wearer protected against weak attacks. Personalty: Chuni is overall an enjoyable, fun-loving, happy-go-lucky girl, with traces of naïvity and disconcern to any action she might dare to take. She lives for the current day, not dwelling too far in the future and barely thinking back to the past, a misconcerned optimism for the present and working for the now. Horribly friendly and devishly curious, Chuni usually gets herself into damnable situations through carelessness and not thinking. But she is fast, agile and quick-witted, not stupid when it comes to common sense (most of the time, anyway) and has a knack for loyalty and friendship. In battle she is a fast thinker, snappy and quick, not taking any chances that could spill her own blood and most of the time on the defensive, imbued with a firey streak and a gusty side of her. But she can change in an instant if someone close to her is attacks or downtrodden, turning into a ball of feline rage, or, as she likes to afectionally call it, the Beast. Chuni's anger, so scary to her that she gave it its own nickname, a state where her eyes cloud with red mist and she gives into the Claws and the Teeth, forgetting her own priorities and safety. Usually the last thing she decides willingly to do is the soul objective that takes hold once the Mist covers her vision, and she either completes that or dies trying. History: Chuni was born in a litter of seven Cheko induviduals, six girls and a young male. Before their first year, the six girls were lined up, brought before the village Shaman, Mirua Prideshadow, the eldest female who was nearly thirty five years old. She passed along the line of girls, her near-blind eyes motionless but her furred hand crossing along the young heads, inches from touching but never brushing even a hair. When she reached the end, Mirua stopped by Chuni, and a feline smile crossed the old Cheko's face. Pointing a knarled furry finger at the young girl, the old arcane turned and shuffled back to the solitude of her tent. Chuni's mother, Puand, motioned for the young Cheko to follow, and so she did, jogging to catch up with the old Shaman. Inside the tent, Chuni was amazed by the amount of objects that dangled from the ceiling. It was instinct to try and touch one, but as she went to pet a jagged skull, a hand shot out, fur lining the palm and fingers. Chuni jolted, as the old Shaman was looking straight at her, misty eyes focused on the young girls own. Then a smile laced her face, and she beckoned for the girl to follow her, deeper into the tent. Chuni had been chosen as a flame conjurer, and the old Shaman of the Prideshadow Cheko's taught her how to create fire in the palm of her hand and use it as her own weapon. Hesitantly at first, then more and more larger flames, danging with the fire in hand and creating patterns that traced the darkness of the tent with flickering shadows. By the time Chuni was two years old, she had learnt how to create fire and use it effectivelly as a weapon, combining accuracy with the spell to destroy targets placed randomly around the inside of the Shaman's tent. Then, the spellcaster showed Chuni her sword; a long, silver scimitar, burnt and blackened. The Shaman grasped the handle and instantly the whole blade set alight, spinning madly in the air, a trail of light and flame. Chuni was taught how to do the same, lacing the blade with fire to create an effective weapon. Chuni spent two years working on the flame skills, and by that time her brother had already left the pride, taking four of Chuni's sisters with him to create another Pride within the Blackwoods. Her remaining sister, Fessi, was a hunter, an expert even by the old females standards, managing to catch more bucks than some of the Cheko's had managed before their third year. Chuni and her spent hours when the Dark came, talking about how their lives had gone, what they thought of the rest of the Pride, clothes: basically anything young girls would talk about. Chuni adored her sister, who was tall, elegant and swift, graceful when hunting but ruthless during a kill. Her sister adored Chuni, jealous of her being chosen for the Shaman's student and learning to enchant fire. Both of them were bonded tightly to each other, and not a day would go by when they wouldn't talk about anything and everything. Then Hunters came. Another Pride, Farspawn, greedy and in search of more land, a different, more fertile area, invaded Prideshadow's territory. Fussi was first to report the scent of the Enemy, and rushed back to camp, calling up the alarm. Prideshadow was quick to respond, the females gathering their weapons and hurrying the babes and the old away to safety. As the Farspawn approached, it was the male of the Pride who took the front, roused from his lazing at the call-to-arms. As the two Cheko Prides struck, fire laced across the heads of the fighters. The old Shaman was speaking in an Old Tongue, casting flame abroad their enemy and dashing Cheko's to ash. Chuni watched in awe of her teacher, then saw Fussi, locked in a battle with a large male. Chuni darted into the spree, and, as Fussi was knocked back, dashed forward and brought the Scimitar across the Cheko's belly. It choked on blood, falling to the side. Fussi and Chuni exchanged glances; their eyes met briefly, and both sparkled in an untold agreement. Then they went back to back, managing to push several Farspawn's away from the camp and spilling a lot of Cheko blood. Then a huge Cheko brought around a club of thick, heavy timber, smashing it across Chuni's chest. She fell back, blood spilling from a wound to her head, but managed to rally, standing up again and charging dizzily towards the massive enemy. Crack, as it landed another blow, knocking Chuni right out cold. When Chuni awoke, it was when light was slowly creeping above the trees. The camp was smouldering; bodies littered the floor, enemies and allies slumped a top each other, blood mixed and entwined. Prideshadow's male was dead, in a ring of two dozen enemy, and half the females were missing or dead. The remainder were simply clearing away the bodies. One of them, Chuni noticed, with a heart wrenching realisation, was the Shaman, her body burnt and flecked with blood. The others told Chuni that several women and girls were taken by the Farspawn before they retreated, and one one them had been Fussi. The Farspawn would either keep the females for themselves or sell them onto the human market for slavery. Chuni felt like her heart had been pulled right out; she had to sit down and take realisation to what had happened. Then, she made up her mind. After personally burying her tutor, the blind Shaman, Chuni said her goodbyes to her mother and aunts, and left the Blackwood forest to find Fussi, if she truly was still alive. Items:
Spells Spell Name: Raznal Amall Class: Quintessence Effects: Conjurs a fireball just larger than the users fist, which burns red-hot but has no effect on the weilder. This can be used in three ways, but only one per casting.
Spell Skill Level: Standard-Level Fighting Fighting Level: Skilled Fighting/Weapon Style: Chuni's fighting style is mainly based around speed and agility. Her overall strength while weilding her weapon is not great, as she wasn't raised to deal mighty blows, but she is quick and fast, albe to run faster than a normal human and lash out fast blows with speed, aiming to deal a lot of weak attacks rather than a couple of strong ones. She is able to manouver quickly as well, cat-like reflexes adding to a lean body that can result in dodging slower blows with pretty much ease, and send in a counter strike accordingly after that. Chuni hasn't been taught much on defending against blows by using her sword, so she relies on ducking and weaving around an opponents attacks, and can do so quite skillfully against basic swordplay, not so easily against someone quite skilled with multiple or long shafted weapons. Chuni also interlaces her fire magic with combat, imbueing the sword she carries with flame to create a dazzling, slightly distracting effect as well as adding heated, red-hot attacks. Intertwined with her grace and speed, this can deal not exactly stronger blows, but hits that hurt the opponent much moe. She also uses the close-range version of her spell whenever she spots an opening, and sometimes resorts to the long-range fire-ball if the opponent gets to cautious. Armor Class: Light leather, made from a species of Blackwood deer. It is quite tough but is light as well. Weapon Appearance: ![]() General Description: A long curved scimitar with a reddy-brown wrap hilt, a small yet moderately thick guard, a thin, sturdy blade and a tough pommel on the end. The guard, hilt and pommel are slightly charred, blackened and slightly chipped and worn, but the blade is still pristine, silver and bright, made from Faux Steel, which is long-lasting, light and very durable. The hilt, guard and pommel are made from normal human resources, having been replaced several hundred times over the blades lifetime. When it isn't in use, Chuni keeps it wrapped in cloth, and strapped to her belt. Abilities: The blade is made from a material developed in the Blackwoods, called Faux Steel, a metal that conducts flame easily yet doesn't melt at a low temperature, basically making it easy to set alight. Combining the sword with a fire producing spell, the blade can be encased within flame, making it a beautiful sight to see in action yet a deadly weapon to go against. History: An old weapon kept by the Shamans of the Prideshadows, this scimitar is older than the most recent spell-caster, Mirua, and was passed down to Churi after she became the old woman's student. Other Notes: Chuni can use her razor teeth and sharpened claws in combat as well. Usually she strays away from this, but it is a useful thing when involved in a bar fight, or caught off guard. Sample RP: Chuni almost bounced down the marketstreet, the smell of spices, food and incense swirling into her nostrils and sparking off reactions in her brain. She moved from stall to stall, looking, touching, smelling, tasting, all the way down the long street. The Cheko barely even tried to cover her feline ears and tail, but in this busy town nobody even took a second glance, what with the diverse range of species that walked among one another. The young girl stopped at a fish stall, looking in awe at a metre long sea dweller with razor teeth and bulging, globular eyes. She wet her tonuge, passing it across her dry lips, and glanced with yellow eyes at the stallkeeper, a large, burly man with muttonchops and a fishermans look about him. Ten minutes later, Chuni was finishing off a large chunk of fish steak, nibbling away the meat from the spindly bones and licking the skeletal frame that was left clean with her sand-paper tongue. It had satisfied her hunger all right, which is one of the reasons she had come to this small town. Slowly she sank to the ground, a content expression on her young face, leaning back on a stone wall for support. Then, her large ears picked up a voice, loud and boistrous, and saying something that perked Chuni right up. 'Salve market, openin' in ten! Come an' get any race ya want, for cheap prices!' The words settled into the Cheko's mind, and she leapt up, finding the source of the voice. A man, standing ontop of a covered box, with a big body and expensive clothes. The girl hesitated for a fracton of a second before dashing off towards the gathering. Edited by Beriadan, Jan 12 2009, 12:22 PM.
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| Char | Jan 9 2009, 01:30 PM Post #2 |
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All i need you to do is to change the spell class from Arcane to Quint. For how to spell it, look in the guide to myth, since my spelling sucks of late. Apologies But otherwise your spell is absolutely fine by me.
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| Deleted User | Jan 11 2009, 08:30 AM Post #3 |
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Change the sword from indestructable to very durable :\ |
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| Beriadan | Jan 11 2009, 08:40 AM Post #4 |
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I never said the sword was indestructable :O |
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| Deleted User | Jan 12 2009, 12:00 PM Post #5 |
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*super-durable |
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| Beriadan | Jan 12 2009, 12:16 PM Post #6 |
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So, what, shall I just put that it's very durable into the description? |
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| Char | Jan 12 2009, 12:33 PM Post #7 |
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Beri what you've changed for your sword should be fine, I'm pretty certain that is what Strider was meaning. |
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But otherwise your spell is absolutely fine by me.


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