Group 8

[Morvai]

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User name: Dancing Pigeon
Character Name: Surin (He has no last name [yet], as he grew up an orphan)
Character Height & Weight: 6' & 60kg
Characer Age: 146
Character Class: Shade
Description: Surin shares the Black hair typical of the druchii race, wearing it shaved with a topknot in the tradition of his tribe. From under his cloak of dark midnight blue, his piercing blue eyes are said to glow with a startling radience that many find disturbing.
He favours cloathes of dark greys and blacks, however, upon closer examination the slightest hint of blood red can be seen within the fabric.
Around his neck he wears part of a mutilated Harpies foot, which he believes to be lucky.
Although rare, those that see the face underneath the hood say that underneath lies a face capable of quick-witted laughter one second, and sadistic cruelty the next.
Character Background: Surin's history is nothing particularly special. Raised in the mountains among his tribe, he learnt the arts of the predator early in his life, learning to let his movements flow like the mountain springs. Becoming an accomplished hunter and tracker was typical in the mountains, and his tribe in particular.

However, having grown up an orphan, his life within the tribe was always a struggle as he was caught in the center of clan politics several times (The other families within the tribe seeing him as weak and isolated).

Having no family to conspire with, he quickly grew tired of constant attempts on his life by members of his own clan, and decided to make his way to the city to attempt to create a dynasty of his own. It was at this time , as he was journeying towards the nearest town, that he stumbled upon...

Character Stats:
Weapon Skill: 4
Strength: 3
Toughness: 3
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 3
Equipment:
Repeater Crossbow, Dagger, Shade Cloak
Skills:
Basic Stealth


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User name: Dehighborn
Name: Zalthar, the disowned
Gender: Male
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 122 pounds
Age: 111 years
Class: Shade
Basic appearance: Youthful skin, though slightly less pale than is average among the Druchii, long black hair, dark green eyes, several green runic tattoos distributed over his arms and torso, and a small scar under his lip.

Background:
Zalthar grew up as a noble of one of the many Lesser Houses in Karond Kar. Under his grandfather, the house, though not spectacularly influential, had become considerably wealthy through a series of high-return raid investments and in the breeding many beasts and animals. His house was most known for being expert breeders of horses and the vicious Nauglir.

As a Druchii youth, Zalthar became well educated; a gift bought with his family’s money. As he matured, the young dark elf outshined his peers through his cunning and intelligence. He even organized his first slaving raid before his older brother. The humiliation he delivered to his sibling would spark a bitter and secret rivalry; it proved to be his downfall.

Upon his return to the city one late afternoon (he knew better than to sail into Karond Kar at night), he was arrested by the city guards because of accusations of involvement in a Slaaneshi cult. This, however, was never able to be proven and it is rumored by some that his brother manufactured this to exact revenge.

Despite this, his honor was stained and his family shamed. Zalthar was disavowed by his house; his own father tortured him for several days before discarding him onto the streets. After two hard years, the young Druchii learned to survive in the bowels of Karond Kar by using his wits to offset the strength that he never developed as a youth and sketched out a life of petty crime.

WS: 4
S: 2
T: 2
D: 4
I: 5

Equipment: quarterstaff, melee dagger, throwing daggers (2), cloak.
Skills: Basic stealth, Heal.

Crossbow swapped out for quarterstaff + 2 throwing daggers.
Stat point traded for Heal skill.
-- Tarbo


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User name: dread_knight_999
Character name: Azaroth
Height and weight: 6 ft 4in, 164lb
Age:153
Other description: long black hair with a white stripe, he has brown eyes.
Class: warrior
Background: When Azaroth was an elfling his brother was taken away from him by a group of high elf scouts. They tortured his brother, and left him to die. When Azaroth got news of his brother's death he swore allegiance to the Witch King, to get revenge for his brother death.

At his first raid on the coast of Uthuan near the city of Lothern he was severely wounded and the remaining survivors
took him back to Har Ganeth (where he was born) to heal his wounds. The well known High Born at the time saw his potential and taught him the ways of the blade. After a long while Azaroth grew fond of the High Born, but in 1125 the Witch King ordered an invasion against Uthuan and the High Born was chosen to lead the army to battle (this was the third invasion). Azaroth was forced to be left behind because his wounds weren't fully healed yet. During this invasion the High Born was killed. Azaroth was devastated and his hatred for the high elves grew even greater. From that day on Azaroth was a force to be reckoned with.

Weapon skill:5
Strength:4
Toughness:3
Dexterity:3
Intelligence:3


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This character was removed. -- Tarbo

User name: Mind Wraith
Name: Vron Throatripper
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 152lbs
Age: 183
Class: Trainee of Khaine
Appearance: Light grey skin, long black hair, and dark purple eyes.

Background:
Vron was born into a noble family with a tradition of becoming black guard, and because of this his family oftenly attracted the envy of many. In his youth he was given the finest education and training his family could afford. But there was also something deeply sinister about Vron, he was mentally unstable beyond control, once killing one of his brothers because his voice annoyed him. The black guard saw this and refused to let someone so insane into their ranks. Vron's father was so disgusted by this that he ordered Vron's death, but Vron was to powerful and in his rage he killed his father, mother, 4 brothers, sister, 12 slaves, and 2 members of the black guard. This outburst of insanity cost Vron dearly though, for he lost much of his memory. Now he wanders, trying to regain the power he once had.

WS: 4
S: 3
T: 3
D: 4
I: 4

Equipment: short sword and dagger
Skills: Uncontrollable Frenzy, Two Weapon Fighting


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Joined 14-12-2006. -- Tarbo

This character was removed. -- Tarbo

Character Name: Dalakoi the Mute (now known as Dalakoi only)
Character Height and Weight: 188 cm, 69 kg
Character Age: 698 y.o.
Other Descriptions: Shoulder long, gray-white hair; pitch-black eyes with black sclera as well; black, worn-out shade’s clothes; deep scars all over his body; pale skin.
Character Class: Shade

Character Background:

Seven centuries ago an Elf was born. His parents and their fate remained unknown to this day. Drawn to the secluded site by restless howling of Chaos hounds, the Shades of the Argolian Clan found the infant surrounded by mutated beasts. Before a single bolt could be sent into the abominations, the hounds fled, leaving the child.

Unmistakably Druchii features of the baby were sinisterly flawed by its pitch black eyes, so the Shades decided to bring it to the clan Elders, and let them decide its fate. The Elders of the Clan saw the child’s unwavering silence and its unnatural resilience as a portent and finally, after long hours of deliberation, decided to raise the child as one of their own. The child was named “Dalakoi” for it had the strength to resist death for 3 days and nights all alone in the wilderness of Blackspine Mountains.

Days, months and years have passed, and Dalakoi never spoke a single word to anyone, earning him his surname “The Mute”. And then, in the dead of the night of his 56th year as a Shade, the very first sound came from his lips. The arcane mutterings of the Dark tongue subdued the fickle winds of magic to his will, and fiber of reality was torn asunder to allow for daemonic entities to enter the mortal plane. The carnage that followed was unheard of. Nimble, yet frail Elves were no match for multitudes of daemons that befell upon them. As the seething energies that sustained daemons slowly dissipated, so did the mortal forms they took vanish back into the warp that spawned them. Not a single soul was left unconsumed, and not a single body could be recognized afterwards. Trembling with exhaustion, Dalakoi the Mute headed north…

Centuries have passed, and through fire and gore, through ice and ichor, Dalakoi ascended the ranks of Northern tribes. Warlord of the Cheng Tribe, Exalted Sorcerer of Chaos, Dalakoi the Black returns to his homeland of Naggaroth.

“Backfired… The plan… Backfired… How could have this happen to me? Am I unworthy in the eyes of the Four? My army… Gone...” – through the heavy fever that shook his exposed body muttered Dalakoi. The sorcerous blast that followed the collapse of the Gate was so strong it incinerated half of his forces where they stood. The rest, Dalakoi included, was scattered to the four winds, severely wounded and disoriented. To add insult to injury, the hideous Daemon Prince that was the cause of the Fall in the first place, ravaged Dalakoi’s mind, leaving him purposefully alive, yet bereft of all his might. The winds of magic that obeyed every whim of Dalakoi, now almost mocked him in a titillating dance, so close yet forever out of range. His body scarred and burnt, his chaos armour, his second skin, ripped from him; Dalakoi was alive only because the daemon wanted him to suffer for as long as possible. Alone and helpless, he crawled the wilderness for days until the hounds finally came…

In the days to come the chaos hounds protected him, and hunted for him. All the while searching for the remnants of his once glorious and mighty army, Dalakoi avoided any contact with his Druchii kin. His wounds took forever to heal, and his body was permanently damaged. But the greatest damage came to his mind. Lucid as ever for most of the time, he began to see things from time to time, and to occasionally have mental black-outs. Months have passed and Dalakoi lost all hope of reassembling his force. Equipping himself with the stuff he took off a shade he killed and ate, he descended into civilization, resolute to seek out the signs of the Four, and to find a way to return to their favor at all cost. To do so, he’ll have to merge into the society he left ages ago, and to start anew…


Dalakoi has an extensive knowledge of Dark Tongue and its runes; he understands the language (spoken as well as written) of Dark Elves good enough, and is capable of writing it, but has enormous difficulties in speaking it; he also has the basic understanding of Common Tongue.

CHARACTER STATS:

Weapon Skill (WS): 5
Strength (S): 2
Toughness (T): 1
Dexterity (D): 5
Intelligence (I): 5

Shade: Short Sword, Repeater Crossbow, Shade Cloak.
Shade: Basic Stealth.

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Joined 1/21/07-Moridin

This character was removed. -- Tarbo

User Name: Stickman

Character Name: Ranak Baroah

Character Height and Weight: 5”11, 125lbs

Character Age: 98

Character Description: Ranak is a rather young elf who still has a slightly innocent face, as far as innocence goes in Druchii Society. He has short black hair and piercing green eyes that no one else in his family has, making him different. He is of an average build and has no scars or markings because he is just now coming out into the world.

Character Class: Warrior

Stats

Weapon Skill: 4
Strength: 3
Toughness: 3
Dexterity: 4
Intelligence: 4

Character Background:
Ranak is not like most of the mercenaries in Vikrah. He has experienced very little family problems. He is a rather young elf, only having 98 years under his belt, but he is no one to be trifled with. His family is one of the more wealthy ones around Vikarh but he was mostly sheltered from the world. He is the sole child in his family which has lead his family to be slightly protective.

While he may be protected by his family, he has been out and around Vikarh. He grew to love his trips to the city and wished he could live the life of a mercenary. All the while, he trained so that maybe someday he could be a mercenary.

Relentless in his training, he would often sneak into some of the darker parts of Vikrah, and challenge some of the inexperienced lowlifes, not only for the experience of an unprotected fight, unlike those his father gave him, but for the rush. Most would happily except, thinking he was just another stupid elf, probably with some gold on him, and with very few fighting abilities. Ranak knew this as well, and was very pleased when they cried out, bleeding on the ground. This taught him not only how to foresee some tricky and underhanded moves, but also preform them. He would never take any posessions they had, for he knew, stealing was for the weak.

The only down side of this is that his constant wins made him cocky in his abilities. He slowly became a wise cracking smart mouth who probably needed to be taught a lesson. He has never actually faced a real opponent so he thought he was superior to many. Although he was cocky, it didn’t mean he was incompetent. He was a good fighter, but not as good as he thought he was.

One day, Ranak decided that he would leave his fathers house and experience the real ways of the world. He approached his father and expressed his wish, but his father absolutely refused. Ranak didn’t want to disobey his father, but he wanted to live the life of a mercenary so badly. Ranak resolved that he would sneak out of the mannor.

In the dark of night he made his escape; quite flawlessly in fact. No one had realized that he was gone until he was far away from his manor. Now, he planned to live his dream, and become a master mercenary.

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Joined 1/22/07-Moridin

User Name: Son of Man
Character Name: Sarneth Bladeburrow
Character Height and Weight: Height 6 foot / Weight 90kg
Character Age: 156

Other Descriptions: The olive skin separated him from every elf he ever knew, being a slave his whole life, he has been forced to do hard labour, his taunt, solid body is a testiment of this life of servitude, never being able to have anything he has kept his head shaved, his dark blood red eyes speak of his labour at his master's hands, a tattered and loose tank top, long drawstring pants, heavy working boots are all he can call his own, a odd design lines his left temple,long whip marks adorn his back.

Character Class: Warrior

Character Background: From the first moment he was born, his darker skin set him aside from every other dark elf child, abandoned and left to a guardian. He was belittled and assaulted everywhere he went by adults and children, who had learnt from their parents but every time he was knocked down he stood back up, he weathered this abuse for four years before his guardians sold him to a local lord, they didn't even recognise him as a dark elf, only some type of half-breed. Growing up in slavery was harsh, every little mistake, if the meat was warm or if he took to long he would be taken away for punishment, usually multiple lashings.

As he grew older his work load increased to carrying the feed and feeding the beasts or chopping trees for fire wood, then lugging them back. But his punishments also grew, he was often used as a test for new poisons, holding the feral beasts in the pin as a Beastmaster broke them in, and as a practise dummy for the Lord when there was nothing else.

He finally escaped his lord using the money and blackmail material he had collected over the years, working for his lord But even then he had to escape the people that were sent after him. He used the forest, setting many traps and creating weapons from the trees to kill his trackers, once he had done so he kept the best long sword, shield, light armour from the corpses he killed but even then he was heavily wounded. He had to rest for a year in the woods to recover before heading for a town.

When he finally reached town he began life as a local mercenary, only doing small jobs just to keep his bills paid but never finding a big enough job or client to jump in to the big leagues but his clients have always been satisfied, because he always finishes the job and follows his orders to the letter until they're canceled.

But there is one mission he will have forever, the killing of his parents, he has never forgotten that he was given away, never to know his heritage, all he has is his name and a small copper pendant in the shape a circle with two crossed swords in the middle. it is his mission and he will not forget for rest till it is finished.

Weapon Skill (WS): 3
Strength (S): 5
Toughness (T): 5
Dexterity (D): 3
Intelligence (I): 3

Equipment: Halberd, Light Armour.

Short sword and Shield exchanged for Halberd and stat point

Skills: none

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joined 1/22/06-Moridin

User name: Lextalionis

Character Name: Lextalionis

Character Height and Weight: 5’ 11”

Character Age: 278

Other Descriptions: Lex has Jet black hair as is common with all Druchii, it is tied back into a pony tail which reaches between his shoulder blades. His eye are deep brown in colour. Lex sports the delicate facial structure of most Druchii. He wears a well worn shades cloak with a hood, secured by a brass brooch depicting his clans symbol. He wears a dark brown vest over a black dyed cotton shirt, his pants are black cotton with a leather belt. His shoes are doeskin soled shin height boots. Lextalionis’ skin is completely unblemished by the hard living that his clothes attested to, if he had been born a noble he would be considered moderately attractive. Lex has a small tattoo on the inside of his wrist in the shape of the Druchii rune for wanderer.

Character Class: Shade

Character Stats:

Weapon Skill (WS): 4
Strength (S): 2
Toughness (T): 4
Dexterity (D): 5
Intelligence (I): 3

Character Background: Lextalionis was born into a clan of shades which inhabited the foothills of the Iron Mountains. Life as a semi-nomadic clansman was tough and those that did not pay attention and learn the ways of a shade were quickly left to die alone in the wilderness. Lex was the son of an important member of the small clan, his father was the clans fur trader and it was his job to travel to Har Ganeth before winter and sell the clan’s fur to rich merchants. As Lex grew older he began accompanying his father and older brother, Reed, to Har Ganeth.

On one of these journeys in Lextalionis’ 80th year, he and his brother Reed were sent on an errand to purchase some beads for the clan’s eldest matriarch with the fur money. “Come on little brother, father isn’t expecting us back from the markets for an hour. I wish to enjoy the sights of the city from the inside of a tavern.” stated Reed. But Lex was not interested in drinking or enjoying the ‘sights’. Lex argued with his brother, “Brother Reed, father sent us to buy beads, now is not the time for drinking and sightseeing.” Reed was not impressed with his brother’s cowardice. “You may buy the beads. Come back to this tavern when you have them.” with that Reed walked over too a tavern and entered. Lextalionis was angry at his brother’s rash behaviour but he decided that he would get the silly beads as quickly as he could and then rush back to the Tavern, which had a sign on it with a Manticore ripping apart an orc painted on it.

Har Ganeth was a big city which many winding streets and Lex could feel himself slowly becoming disorientated by all the uniform buildings. It was well over an hour before Lex had even found the bead merchant. and he was so impatient to get back to his wayward brother that he paid easily twice the price that the merchant might have expected to sell them for. Lex had a vague idea of where the tavern was and he hurried in that direction. But Lex could not find the right tavern and had been circling the same city block for what seemed like ages until he heard a Druchii yelling and the sound of shattering glass. He immediately ran in the direction of the sounds in the hope it was his brother. Running towards the tavern he spied the crumpled body of an elf who had been thrown through a window and into a side alley, Lex panicked and ran heedlessly into the alley, ignoring the crunching glass under his boots. He struggled to roll over the large Druchii but succeeded in twisting the head. The face was a mess, broken nose, cut lip and a bloody gash across his forehead. Not to mention the large shard of glass embedded in the poor fool’s eye. But it was not his brother, Lextalionis was cradling the corpse of a dead stranger in his arms. The next ten seconds were a blur for Lex, “STOP, CITY GUARD” rang out in his head and he whipped around just in time to see the flat of a sword rushing for his head, knocking him out.

Lex’s memories of the following days and events were dark and hazy. They involved incessant beatings and taunts. After one particularly savage beating Lextalionis passed out and when he woke he was not in his holding pen but outside the city gate, mid-air and flying towards the hard ground of the ditch. Lex lay in the ditch waiting for the swift stab of a spear or a hail of bolts, but instead he heard his fathers harsh voice. “Lextalionis you have failed me, first you decide to wander the streets of the city, and then you get picked up by the city guard for murdering a citizen? It took all of the fur money to pay off the slavers to stop you being branded and sold off as a Druchii slave, scum.” Lextalionis despaired at what was being yelled at him but his father did not relent, “I did as much as I can even though you definitely do not deserve anything, you will not be welcome in the clan anymore. You are no longer my son. You may spend the rest of your life wandering Naggaroth. Do not speak to me. Do not come to the hunting grounds. Do not drink from our secret springs.” And with that, Lextalionis became a wanderer, cut off from his clan and without purpose.

Lextalionis made a life by hunting small game and avoiding death in the wilds. Occasionally travelling to Har Ganeth to sell the meagre pelts he collected. In recent times he has made money by guarding and guiding travelling merchants, running errands and performing dirty work for various shady persons in the city. And spending it by drinking and whoring.

[Tarbo]

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