Played by: Trickster
Name: Sarlon Crett
Known as: Sarlon
Race: Human
Weapons: Rapier, Longbow, Dirk
Powers: Longbowman, Tracking/survival skills
Occupation: Wanderer
Appearance: Sarlon is six feet tall, with brown hair. He has a wiry figure, that is strong without being big. He wears dark green and black.
Personality: Ironic and calm. Reserved, slow to anger but quick to judge when violence is necessary in a situation
History: Sarlon Crett's father was a forester deep in the woods, working for a duke he never saw. His life was his own, and the log cabin passed down generation to generation. Sarlon's elder brother is the forester there now, and Sarlon left to seek his something to do with his life. His father taught him to shoot a bow from seven years of age, and the one he carries now he made at 12 years of age. It was too large for him to shoot then, and he was 15 before he could shoot it.
Sarlon joined up with a travelling caravan, where he was taught to fight with a sword by the mercenary travelling with them. After several months, a semi-successful attack killed the mercenary, and Sarlon was given his rapier by the head of the caravan as a rward for fighting off the other bandits. He has travelled with them to Archeron, but now departs, looking for something other than protecting a caravan.
Played by: Darth Extecute
Name: Centarion
Known as: Centarion
Race: Centaur
Weapons: Nothing. He does not trust in crafted power. He barely uses physical contact.
Powers: The power within nature.
Occupation: Renegade. He work for no one but the nature
Appearance:
http://www.blizzard.com/inblizz/fanart/images/screens/ss271.jpg
With smaller horns
Personality: He is polite, a bit rough but very, very strong in mind. He is not easy to trick with simple mind tricks.
History: Centarion is a keeper of the grove. He has lived to protect the forest. He has rejected love, friends and even family. He even rejects his own kingdom to serve the forest in the best way. However, at this time, the kingdom needs him, and he will be happy to serve it, for as long as it won’t harm the forest. He is sceptical to all greedy races such as dwarves, humans and those. The only races he trust is those who fight for greater causes, at least originally; such as the elves..
Nark looked at the gaurd, then at his brother. "Thats funny, I thought we were important people. Did you think we were important Rador?"
"Yes brother, I thought for sure that when we saved the entire dwarven nation from dieing by battling the Giant of Northrend, that we would be bumped to respectable status."
Narku glanced up at the guard, and seeing that the guard hadn't flinched at their story, gave up. With a loud chuckle, the dwark slapped the guard chest, knocking the wind out of him. "We're just messing around lad. Now, how would we go about getting an adience with the Prince?"
Centarion walked up to the guards and the dwarves. "I request audience with prince Arthas" He said and walked up next to the dwarves and looked down at the guard. He was bigger than the guard, and he smiled as he looked down at him, and even further down the dwarves was. He scratched himself with one of his hands as he stomped into the ground with his front legs. He always did when he was impatient. He did not really know why. "Are you here for Arthas aswell?" He asked the dwarves and smiled.
The two dwarves glanced up at the Centor, and smiled. "That we are sire. Though this gentleman here is not in a very good mood."
Looking back at the guard, Narku frowned. "We'll just stand here until the guard change Rador." Looking back up at the Centor, Narku chuckled. "I never did understand why the gods made your race so big. It must be an aweful pain. My names is Narku Blackgem, and this is my twin brother Rador Blackgem. What brings you to this wonderful guards door in search of an audience with the princeling?"
Played by: Szaloar
Name: Ben Cooper
Known as: Cooper
Race: Human (Immortal)
Weapons: Rune sword. The sword has blue runes that glow when in effect.
Powers: He is best at lightning and shields, but is proficient at almost all types of magic.
Occupation: Unkown
Appearance: Dark purple eyes, broad shoulders, just below average height. His arms are strong, but not unusually thick.
Personality: He prefers the direct approach, but will do his best to find the non violent soltution to most problems. He has a sense of humour, but will be deadly serious when it is called for. He never wears armor or a shield, why no one knows. He has a tendancy to preserve life.
History: Unkown
Other: (Optional)
Ben walked up behind the Centaur and the two dwarves. He paused, “I’d like to gain entrance to the Sanctuary please.” He looked now at the two guards, both of them turned to look at him. “No, your not permitted entrance.”
He arched an eyebrow, his face concealed in shadow under his cloak. “I don’t think social status, or rank, are all that have to do with things such as importance or a level of respect one should receive.”
The guards shifted, “We’re sorry, we can’t let you in.”
Ben sighed, under his hood his eyes started to glow blue. “I probably have higher rank than you, so I will order you this time. Let me in now!”
”You better do as he says Kael.” Lothar walked down from the now open door. “He wasn’t on the list, I’ve been waiting for him. Come inside.”
”Could my friends come as well Lothar?” he asked, motioned to both dwarves and the Centaur.
Lothar paused for a second before smiling, “Certainly. This way.” He stepped aside while holding the door open to let them through.
Ben pushed the Guards’ weapons out of the way. “Come you three, time is still moving, and we are not.”
“You and I both know, Eniva; the Protectors are here, in Dalaran. I’ve caught wind of ‘em being on the south side of the city…this side.” The owner paused, reconsidering. “But words spread fast, and ye never know who be lyin’ and spreadin’ rumors. Lots of rumors flyin’ ‘round these days…” The rest of his words were lost by the ranger. She felt a pang of cold touch her bones…it was an unpleasant thought, just as much as it was a feeling.
“I…have to go. There are a few things I need to pick up before heading back.” She said absently, cutting the owner off. He had gone on from rumors and was now talking about how the harvests will probably fare this year.
“Alright then, go on.” He said, patting her roughly on the back. “But ye got to promise to come back here afterwards, its fun talking to ye.”
”I will try, but I don’t guarantee anything.” She threw at him as she stood up. A dizzy sort of sensation washed over her for an instant, but left soon, replaced by another stab of cold. The poison was defiantly spreading.
Wearily, Eniva exited the small tavern. Standing in the doorway, she glanced around the city in a slight daze, and half wondering if the poison was finally taking affect. Then she moved on. Her outward appearance seemed healthy enough, although she was staggering now more than walking. She tumbled alongside buildings, using them for support. Her gaze was drawn by the Arcane Sanctuary, and in her delirium she stumbled blindly towards it, unaware of the looks travelers and citizens alike were giving her. Some of the words tossed at the ranger were "mad" and "ill", one of which was very true, although it was being used in different terms.
Finally, Eniva fell against the side of a dirty stone building, eyes rolling. The Sanctuary ahead of her had warped, and it was swimming, rippling into never imagined architectural designs, curved and waved beyond the skill of any dwarf. The sky turned glassy, and she suddenly found herself falling into a sea of darkness.
Played by: Ambience
Name: Acantha
Known as: Acantha
Race: Night Elf
Weapons: Prefers long ranged weapons such as her bow, though she is also skilled in the handling of daggers
Powers: Her ability to manipulate almost any situation in her favor through speech, or flirting, but also the ability to slip into the shadows.
Occupation: Assassin
Appearance: Acantha’s face is that of a heart shape, with strong cheek bones and bottle green eyes, which are graced with long lashes and framed by short choppy side bangs. With crimson, curvy lips and a slim curvy, womanly body type. Her hair is that of a navy or darker shade of blue, it is layered, and shoulder length. Only tied up by a black silk lace when she is uneasy or afraid, she has a pearly sheen to her skin and straight teeth. She also has a small button nose and exceptionally long legs and well rounded hips.
She wears a thread bare black silk shirt underneath a blackened leather tunic. Thick black fingerless loves to show off outrageously large ruby ring and black leather low rise pants which only hug her hips along with a belt with a large silver buckle. Black boots and a cloth mask shielding most of her face. Only exposing the to of her nose and eyes.
Personality: A shadowy and flirtaous, Acantha is a master manipulator and a dangerous enemy. She is typically unloyal and untrustworthy. The personality traits of a professional assassin, she is consumed by her job with no family or friends to distract her from it. She is diligent and graceful though has a quick wit and an uncanny ability to read expression. Acantha rarely gets emotional attached and easily bribed by material possessions. She likes to make herself scarce and wonders from town to town never remaining in a single place for very long to avoid meeting new people or possibly anybody special. She is stubborn and loves to deny herself of what she really wants. Acantha sees these wants as ‘flaws’ and considers the want of being around other people a weakness along with crying or showing real emotion; which has resulted in her somewhat soulless behavior, and harsh, unforgiving nature.
History: Acantha grew up in a small shelter which housed many homeless orphan children. Both her parents had died by the hands of the brutal orcs. She was an odd child shy, quiet, and distant nobody invested time in her. As she developed into a woman she formed an odd, and depressing opinion of the world. Never had she a high value for life and so she fell into the profession and lifestyle of the assassin.
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It was not hidden news that several people had reported seeing the "Protectors" individually called the Seer and the Guardian. They had been in existence as far back as histrory was recorded, even the High Elves, who say they came from another land long ago, say they went back beyond even their recorded history. And what lent even more merit to the statement was that the Captain, and Noble, Arthas had said he'd not only seen Radion, clad in his legendary armour, but in fact he had spoken to him, Radion had commented him on his skill! So, it was that both kingdoms, Archeron, and Azeroth, had both been in a merrier mood, and the Kings were going to meet in the Arcane Sanctuary in Archeron, it was easier to access being on the shoreline.
Arthas: http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b...ame/Captain.jpg
The Baron opened the doors, and was assaulted by a wave of noise, he saw Captain Arthas forcing his way through the crows, looking throughally harassed. He forced his way through the cloud and they both slammed the great red oak doors shut with a bang. Arthas let out a breath and leaned against the wall, the Baron gave a sympathetic look. "That bad is it?" He asked.
Arthas nodded, "You have no idea, I practiacally got assaulted." He smiled and held out a hand, "It's good to see you again Lothar." After a shake of hands they both made their way to the lower council chamer, where people who weren't members of the Order of Archeron met and discussed things of importance
Both Kings, and all eye turned as the two friends entered the chamber, the room fell silent. King LaLane of Archeron frowned. "Sir Arthas, you are late." He was of course completely aware of what had happened, but he liked to push his people around, with good humour of course.
Arthas dropped to one knee, "Milord...I was delayed, first I was ambushed by some bandits, me and my men chased them down, only two escaped." He smiled and looked up at the King, "Then I was mobbed outside these walls, had it not been for Lothar I would have never gotten inside at all."
LaLane smiled, "Lothar, let your deeds be known throughout the land, you dove into the mass of senseless people at your own peril, and rescued one of Archeron's Champions! You shall be hailed as a hero for centuries!" He game a dramatic wave of his hands. "You can both take your seats now."
"Wait!" Somone shouted, "What did the Guardian look like...what did he say?!" The King paused, and then nodded. "Yes, let us hear."
Arthas gave a nervous swallow, "Well...he was a little over a foot taller than I, and we were both wearing armor so some of that height must have been from his armour, which was much more appealing than mine, and thicker, I assume to suit him. He was more physically impressive than I...and he commented me on my skill."
The kings and ambassadors soon began their talk, for once they were all agreed on something, it was more a reunition, they talked and chattered over the rumours, and told history even though most knew it all already.
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Acantha twirled a golden trinket in her hands. She watched it glimmer with slight interest as she became heavily lidded with exhaustion. She had been traveling all day, and now her legs were stiff, tired and unsteady. She let out a over-dramatic sigh as she looked down from the hill she was perched on to see guards, a human and two dwarves. 'Damnit I am so lonely...' She said and hung her head. Her silky curtain of navy hair draped over her face. She sighed and tried to stand up, only to catch her root on a root to tumble down the hill and to the foot of the guards. She let out a long, bone chilling scream as she tumbled down helplessly as her hands looked for something to grasp down the steep slope. 'Help!' She yelled before tumbling into the stone wall of the fort. The guards looked down on her with confusion and a humored smirk. Her hands trembled as she tried to pull herself up. Her cheeks flushed and hot with embarrassment. She was scared to think that she caused a commotion and was afraid, what if people came out? What if she was seen?
Played by: Chizzle
Name: Roy Moriyu
Known as: Roy
Race: Human
Weapons: Long sword made of hardest steel.
Powers: Can heal his own wounds.
Occupation: Captain
Appearance: se pic
Personality: A very serious person when he is on work, But on his free time he just is a funny person.
History: Roy has been trained since he was a child. His Parents was killed by a orc troop that was ranzaking the village they lived in. Now he is a captain of the humans.
Other: (Optional) He always has a bag of pop-corn whit him. He just love pop-corn. He is very skilled whit bow and sword.
