Your Arconian Autobiography?

[Rayen]

Forgive my simple word usage: It’s two thirty in the morning.

Name: Rayen Montella

Age: 20

Background: Rayen was born as a slave in Zarconia, living with her parents, siblings and grandmother in a tiny one-room wooden hut. Considered the worst of the slaving families, each child of the household gained quite a few scars due to this opinion. When Rayen was sixteen, she witnessed a servant beating her youngest brother. Enraged, the young woman killed the brutal man with a sharp twist of the neck. Now an outlaw, she fled the horrid lifestyle she knew and sought a better future.

Family: John and Kathryn Montella are Rayen's parents, though she hasn't seen them for several years. While John and Kathryn conceived many children together, few survived the Zarconian King and his staff’s rough treatment.

Profession: Mercenary

Appearance: 5’4 1/2” tall with shoulder length mahogany hair and green eyes. Olive skin-toned.

Skills: Absorbs new information and scenarios like a sponge; also a wonderful actress.

[Swordsman]

Cristina: Post your history, your story, here for the rest of us!!

[Blade]

Swords, feel free to add Blade's for me.

You'd remember better than I.

[Lady Cristina]

As you requested Lord Swordsman.

Name: Lady Cristina Rennison

Age: 23

Parents: Lord Christopher and Lady Julie Rennison

Siblings: 1 older brother with whom Cristina trained in the art of swordsmanship with when not occupied with lessons in being a lady.

Profession: Is seeking a job in Arconia

Adventures: Being taken from her family by a unwanted sutior whom she fled and then made her way to Arconia.

Looks: 5'6, Strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes(sometimes they look a steely gray), Athletic Build but very much a woman, tan skin color.

Skills: Rapier and Dagger fighting, singing, and sewing.

[Zelda]

Lady Crista could almost be a relative of the Queen with that description!!!

[Lady Cristina]

If its going to conflict with anyone let me know and I'll change it. Lady Cristina was a character that I made up a couple of years ago and because shes one of my favorites I've just stuck with her.

[arcon]

Arcon

Occupation:
Knight, and King of Arconia(oh yea.........husband to Zelda, queen of Arconia.

Interest: Classified as Top Secret. Know by the Courts attorney and close friends

Age: unknown

[Zelda]

Not a problem at all. I was just saying her looks are remarkably simlar to the queens. Her history is different though. This could actually make for some interesting "I saw the queen here" type story lines. Arcon dearest when are you hauling your arse back to Arconia?

[Iwant2bafencer]

Your King will be back in your arms as soon as myself and the rest of the group get our butts in gear, and write us home your royalness. *hides*

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Carpe Diem
Ad Asha

[Zelda]

Well HURRY UP!!!

[Who from Where]

Name: Who from Where
Profession: Evil Villain
Siblings: A dog in Greece (Don’t ask)
Parents: A dog in Greece (Once again…DON’T ASK)
Background: After a bad childhood, I traveled here to gain power. My only friend, my bunny, Why, and I hope to take over the government…Mostly why, but I have to agree.
Adventures:
One time Why ran away from Where, so of course I went out to find him. Going over rivers and plains, deserts and mountains, I found a small cave. Loud grunts sounded from inside. I unsheathed my trusty greatsword, What. Upon entering, the sounds got louder. They, whatever they are, must know I’m here. Making sure to watch every crack and crevasse. Unfortunately the ceiling wasn’t on my ‘To Watch’ list.
White webbing wrapped around me from above, and suddenly I was lifted off the ground. A large arachnid hovered beside me and let out a low hiss. Through quick thinking and fast maneuverability I slammed What into the hissing spider. For a short amount of time the spider lost it’s grip, and I dropped five feet onto the ground.
The spider, after recovering, snapped at my face. Bringing the memory of Why into my head, I smashed What through the top of the spider. Green guts splattered all over the walls of the small tunnel.
I continued toward the chanting grunts. After a couple of turns in the path, I found myself standing in a large primitive coliseum. The walls of the arena went up what was at least 30 feet. At that point torches lined them and shined down on the bloody floor. Out of the grunts came a large voice overpowering all of the others. “Welcome to your death!” it announced as everything hushed. “What is your name?!”
I gulped down all of my fear for Why. “What is the name of my sword! My name is Who!”
“I won’t even bother to understand that idiocy!” it boomed. “Why are you in my arena?!”
“Why is my bunny! Have you seen him?”
“I live amongst goblins, and you’re an idiot to me! Never mind that! You will face the best warriors I have, then you will get your…bunny back!”
Just then a large hobgoblin came from the few shadows in this pit. I had two options: Run out the same entrance that I came from, or fight to get Why back. The sound of What echoing through the cave walls sounded like music to my ears. The goblinoid approached me with a golden mace shimmering in what little light we had as the invisible crowd started their grunting again.
I swung the sword for an easy block, which he took, and threw a kick into his side sending an unnatural yelp from his lips. He staggered enough for a quick hit to his neck. This sent him sprawling and bleeding on the already red floor.
The grunting hushed in fright, but just as I thought I would see Why again, the monstrous voice started again. “My general wasn’t enough of a challenge, so how about my two best gladiators." Another hobgoblin came out from the same shadow as the last, but the other flanked me from behind. I fell flat on my face and barely made it out of the way from another hit from the first one.
I turned to the one who flanked me and gave a swift uppercut to his chin too quick for him to think. The hit lifted him off the ground and flung him through the air. The other one tried to hit me it the side with his mace, but missed drastically. A good low swing to his left leg severed it and landed him on the ground. I took the sword then above my head and stabbed it through the other one.
As they lay there to die, I shouted, “Give me the bunny, or I will have to slaughter all of you this way!” Just then Why came crawling out of the darkness. I picked him up and ran. When I reached the entrance to the cave, I found a note:

You may have foiled me one time, but I don’t make a habit of
failing. I will one day have you, but for now just watch your
back. I am coming for you.
Yours truly,
Fate

I ran off to Arcon the next day without haste not knowing that I would meet up with Fate again, but that’s another story.

Looks: Pitch Black hair and red eyes.
Skills: Plotting against the world. Raising bunnies (the Evil Villain has to have an unexplainable quark).

[IdiotBob]

Name: Jim
Profession: wondering Blacksmith
Siblings: None (if you don't include my kitty)
Parents: Unknown
Backround: Abandoned when 5, he has caught a weird disease, insanity. Age of 7, he escaped from medical care. Age 10, he was captured by dawrfs and then forced to work. He escaped to a a blacksmith's house where he was taught how to fuse armor together and how to create swords.
Looks: Wears a helm to cover his face (something to do with parents) white hair. 6'1 and 130 pounds.
Skills: blacksmith and swords master.

[Rayen]

Oh no, you CANNOT take my avatar! I don't know which one you are, but I know that you're from Troy's Creative Writing Club! Your Editor-in-Chief COMMANDS you! Change your avatar! Have a nice day.

[lochinvar]

Originally posted by Who from Where
...As they lay there to die, I shouted, “Give me the bunny, or I will have to slaughter all of you this way!”

"Put...the bunny...back...in...the box."

[Who from Where]

Do you have a problem with Why? Who loves the bunny!

[Serge the wise]

Hey!

Ok here's my profile:

Name: Serge the wise

Age: 18

Occupation: wise swordmaster

Background: Born in the country Malviana, Serge was enrolled in the fencing club and band club when he was 5 years old. At age 8, he surpassed everyone in his village with wisdom. At the age of 10, he took on a 10 group of trolls and managed to survive with a major cut on his face. When he got back, his parents were abducted by invaders and Serge swore he would find them no matter what...

Pet: Jeck, the phoenix (you know the bird made out of fire)

Weapons: Two longswords and many sherupcons (maybe misspelled)

Appearence: I like Idiotbob's idea... A helm to hide his face and 5'11", 135 pounds, one green eye and one blue eye.

[Serge the wise]

Originally posted by lochinvar
"Put...the bunny...back...in...the box."

"I...will never... put back... the bunny... when it is... lunch... for Jeck."

[Lady Ciarda]

Name: Lady Ciarda Lexington

Age: 19

Siblings: None

Parents: Orphan

Background: At the early age of 2 she was left in the care of foster parents Lord Rodic and Juilanna Lexington. She grew up surrounded with love and peace until one frightful night, 4 days after her 18th birthday. While she was out riding, which she tended to do when she couldn't sleep well, the home she had known all her life, with the family she loved in it, was burnt to the ground. Stricken with grief she fled her home country and for now is located in Arconia.

Appearence: She has waist length raven hair and dark brown eyes. Around 5'6 and 120 pounds. Pale, milky white skin tone. Is usually dressed in crimson red, her favorite color.

Profession: Pickpocket, actually searcing for a job at the moment.

Weapon: A small, jeweled daggar which is tied to her forearm, hidden under the sleeve of her dress. The daggar is stolen of course.

[Crin Dalmeiier]

Name: Crin Dalmeiier

Age: 18

Parents: John and Kathryn Montella

Siblings:
9 years older - Tallren, older sister. Died while trying to escape with Crin.
2 years older - Rayen, older sister. Escaped with Crin, but was separated.
4 years younger - Nillek and Trey, younger twin brothers. Trey is an albino and very sickly all the time, but Nillek is in good health.

Profession: Purveyor of Quaint Artefacts and Dangerous Game

Adventures: Escaped with two sisters from slavery, fought an ice wraith, ticked off the Russic church, and lived with trader-gypsies for a year.

Looks: Short, at 5'2". Incredibly thin, the type of thin that has seen a hard life and survived. The most dominant feature about her is dark red hair, nearly brown. This means that her skin is amazingly pale, almost white. Light freckles on Crin's nose. Grey eyes that can appear a faint blue, but mostly remain gray. Crin is never seen wtihout her trader's cloak or her glaive.

Skills: Glaive (the glaive is a quarterstaff, cored with lead, with two sharp scything blades on one end. These are capped by leather when the glaive is not in use). Crin is also remarkably silent and can speak Russic. Her last name is Russic for "Pale and Quiet One." She was born Crinen Montella.

[Darion McNair]

Name: Enoch Bi’Tal

Profession: Businessman/Gangster

Siblings: None

Parents: Lee and Andrea Bi’Tal, killed after a raid by a rival gang raid when Enoch was a teenager.

Background: Enoch’s father was lured into the Silver Eel Syndicate when Enoch was only a boy. The large sums of money he accumulated soon after made the Bi’Tal’s very rich. Enoch was groomed to be a businessman from his young years. Everyone knew that he would inherit a position of great power when he came of age. His parents were killed during a gang war between the Silver Eel Syndicate and Flame Arrow Gang. The leader of the Silver Eel at that time was Jamus Falrum, he was close friends with Enoch’s parents and took him in as one of his own. They became fast friends. When Jamus was killed by an assassin’s blade Enoch was grief stricken. But that grief was soon pushed aside as Enoch rose to power as head of the Silver Eel Syndicate.

Adventures: He’s spent years racking up the business deals and making a name for himself. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty and has ordered assassinations on several occasions.

Looks: Medium height, about 5 foot 10 inches. Deep tan skin color with very dark eyes.

Skills: Not a very good fighter but still carries a concealed long knife and knows how to use it. He is very persuasive, and enjoys knowing all he can about the competition.