The Warring States of NPF - Ragnarok RP (sign up and discussion!)

Name: Fenris Fenrir
Age: 18
Appearance: *see picture*
Class: Dark/Black Mage (pretty much a black mage, but can also use blood to summon magic. Some of her more powerful spells require a chant to cast. She has a wide variety of spells, mostly black spells, but she has a few "protection" spells. (no white magic though)
Equiptment: Psychic Medallion: Magic compass which leads its bearer to whatever he/she most desires.
-Weapons: Laevatein, rod of destruction: extends to staff on command, Dagger.
-Armor: *see appearance*
Bio: Fenris searches the land for "Balder's Chosen" so that they can prevent gods and demons from taking control of Midgard... and to stop Freya, who is on the move again after her last uprising 1000 years ago. Fenris acts as a guide for the chosen ones.
Quote: "Ghosts of Valhalla, warriors of order... raise your sheilds, raise them strong... Protect us from evil, protect us from wrong!" (One of her more... cheesier spell chants at the moment. heh)
Extra Notes: Fenris is mostly interested in her destiny and the destiny of the other chosen. She rarely goofs around and tries to keep the group from straying.

Name: Chaos
Age: Twenty-something.
Appearance: (What your character looks like)
Class: Swordsman
Equipment: Vision, Sword of Destruction. Resembles a very long katana.
Bio: Not much is known about Chaos' past, not even to him, given that he is an amnesiac. In his own words, "It's as though I was suddenly spit out of the sky with a sword in my hands." For the past two years, he's been doing the only thing he knows how to do - hunt Face Worms. The techniques he uses instinctively baffle him at times, but given that he can't remember much about them, he just shrugs and carries on with what he does know.
Quote: (Can't think of anything good yet)
Extra Notes: Chaos is a very relaxed and happy-go-lucky fellow, rather the opposite of Fenris, though he can be pushed to work hard at times. He has good synergy with mages, who can infuse his blade with a spell and trust him to deliver it.

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Name: Kal Angarion
Age: 17
Appearance: He wears an all black shirt, and matching pants, with white along the cuffs and along the zipper. Over that is a red trenchcoat with hoody hood, and the sign of Alchemy on the back. Blond, naturally spiky, and he has a very long pony-tail. Almost always smiling. A bit short however.
Class: Alchemist
Equiptment: Weapons and Armour? Absolutely nothing. However, he has a golden chain he carries around his neck, some chalk, a book that contains various compositions and what chemicals are in them, a pendant, and his metal that marks him as a fully qualified Alchemist. It also serves to amplify his alchemy.
Bio: Kal's father was a military enrolled Alchemist. He was the definition of broken soldier. Years of psychological trauma, and him beating the odds without ever showing stress turned him into an instable ball of rage. Few ever knew it however. Eventually, his father just snapped. What happened has been turned into a myth about him, as people prefer to think the famous Enger Angarion died honorably in combat. Kal is his son, and trapped in the man's shadow. After hearing what his dad did when he snapped, he vowed to himself that he would never be that bad. That he would never descend to that level. He had been trained in Alchemy from an early age, and was already very good with it when his father died. Without waiting, he took the test to be qualified. The 16 year old passed something that only 30 year olds took.

His life went downhill from there. He went around using his Alchemy to help people, and generally enjoyed life. But it hit the point that his life turned against him. Loved ones started dying, he was found unable to help, and various other things. Every time something like that happened, he always remembered one time his father had told him that he as flawed when judging him.

Following that, people learned abuot who his father was. Though the happy-go-lucky boy will never show it, he's a very unstable person. After training with a variety of weapons, and practicing Alchemy, he desperately tried to show everyone that he was worthy of his father's name. But time blows stories out of proportion. The one thing he began to hate the most was when people told him, "Not as good as your father"
Quote: DID YOU SAY SHORT PERSON WHO YOU HAVE TO LOOK FOR SO YOU DON'T STEP ON HIM!?
Extra Notes: Kal is the person that's always there to back you up. He's the one that deals with emotional trauma. He's the quinsential helpful guy, but is very unstable inside. All it would take would be for something to hit him deep emotionally, and it would be his father all over again.

Name: Methusaleh Thorson
Age: 135
Appearance: An old man with a long white beard.
Class: Red Wizard
Equiptment: An Ancient staff carved from a branch of the world tree, leather armor, a book of grimmoire, several charms.
Bio: 70 years ago, Meth was the man. He still is a very powerful mage, but he's old and senile now, very old and very senile. He is the son of Thor though, albeit he and his dad arn't on speaking terms right now.
Quote: I'm cold and the Wolf as Asgard is after me.
Extra Notes: In my day we used to have Golems as pets, it was the fashion at the time.

Name: Darilk Nargoltar
Age: 25
Appearance: See the attached picture. His shoulders are a bit broader than that/his body is a bit thicker. It's something Ren drew awhile back, one of the first males she drew. She, however, did the face and hair beautifully. Also, the cape you can barely see there has a rose embroidered in black, wrapped around a sword on it.
Class: Black Knight
Equipment: A bastard sword with a wickedly serrated blade, a blood red cape, and a suit of pure black plate mail with spikes/sharp pointy thingies at the shoulders, elbows, and on the gauntlets.
Bio(I'm lazy, so I'm just replacing demon from the original with face worm. Check it out.):
When Darilk was still a child, five years old to be precise, his home--a small farm outside a mile from the nearest city--was attacked by face worms. They ripped his family apart. His father and two older brothers tried to hold them off while his mother escaped with him and his younger sister. The men didn't last long with their pitchforks and sickles, before the face worms dismembered and ate them. Darilk could see it from his mother's arms, and was shocked by the violence, and unable to tear his eyes from the scene. His mother made it out to her flower garden, where she grew white flowers, before the face worms leaped from the ground, landing upon her. As her limbs fell to the ground and bled, the roses began to change color, slowly twinging themselves pink, and then Red. He fell to the ground and looked on as the roses changed due to the blood spilt upon them for hours as a group of paladins saved his life by slaying the beasts. His shocked mind didn't register that his family was dead, only that the blood of his loved ones turned the roses red, and that they became more beautiful.
The paladins, after slaying the beasts, took him and his sister to the monestary which had taught him their ways, and his sister was trained as a white mage, as he was trained to be a paladin. Darilk excelled in the combat aspects, but he was broken inside. Paladins, like white mages, draw on the light in their souls to use their holy magics, but Darilk's light had been all but extinguished with the death of his family. At seventeen as he tried to focus his soul into a holy attack, instead a unholy swath of darkness leaped from his blade and destroyed his sparring partner. The paladins met and set forth plans to execute him, for the rage, depression, and hate within him were powerful, which led to powerful attacks, and, furthermore, it could not be quelled to create a paladin, as they once thought it could be. Darilk was destined to become a black knight, and the paladins couldn't let him survive. Luckily, although he didn't see it that way, the murder of one of his comrades had caused the others to hate and fear him. He released his anger once more, killing the 'leader' of those who chose to assault him, and then left the place.
Darilk's time with the paladins has instilled a code of honor within him, but the loss of his loved ones had buried his lighter emotions in a sea of hate as well as giving him his morbid fascination with flowers. He has travelled from place to place since then, hunting face worms in a vain attempt to reconcile the rage within his soul. That is how, when he came upon the kingdom of Fayon and fell in with a certain group of face worm hunters.
Quote: A rose is beautiful because it drinks the blood of its admirers.
Extra Notes: Darilk doesn't like you. No really, he just doesn't. Also, his abilities are as follows (Celes gets to pull anything she wants. I'm thinking one of them might poof):
-Dark Wave: A wave of dark energy extends from his sword exploding upon impact.
-Blood Sword: Darilk pierces an enemy with his sword, and their life force is transmuted into him, killing them much like the villain in Indian Jones and the last crusade, while healing him.
-Spirit Sword: Like Blood Sword, except it drains magical energies into Darilk. Normally it has no ill effect upon the recipient (other than the hole where they were stabbed), but if sustained long enough (a few hours for most people, longer for a fully rested mage, shorter for a mage that has expended all their energy) can literally remove their soul.
-Dark Light: His sword emits an unholy dark 'light', which, when seen by his enemies, causes insanity.
-Pretty Pretty Knight Stare Down: He has the ability to stare down nearly anyone with his cold souless eyes. Not so much a true ability, but pretty freaky.

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