First Character Ever~

[walkerm]

So, it's early Fourth of July morning, and a bunch of us got started talking about old characters, and one thing led to the next, and before you know it, we decided that we wanted to share our first-ever characters!

So, here goes nothing; prepare to meet the character that took my virginity~

Name~Windwhisker
Gender~queen
Age~8 seasons old
Rank~medicine cat
Allegiance~Forestclan

Appearance~ Windwisker is a large, willowy queen with stormy green eyes. She has relatively short, mouse-brown fur with darker an lighter shades of brown scattered thru-out her pelt, giving the illusion that the wind is ruffling her fur. Her right ear tip is black, her nose is a pale, rosy pink, and her paws are all a grey-brown. Her tail is a head-length longer than her body.

Personality~Windwhisker is fiercely loyal and protective of her clan, in an almost motherly way. She is clever and perceptive, watching and learning. She is kind to all, even cats from the other clans, but not without reservations. She never hesitates to help a cat in need, no matter what allegiance, and has been known to take in wounded animals other than cats. She is a talented storyteller (don't tell the elders) and is often found telling stories to the young kits and apprentices. She is generally placid and mellow, but arouse her anger, and even Starclan will cringe and bend before her will. She is the best and loyalest of friends, and the most dangerous and fearsome of enemies.

History~Windwhisker was born in Riverclan to Stoneheart and Ripplepelt. She was born in a litter of five, but only she and her brother survived. Soon after she and her brother were born, their father was killed in a freak snowstorm. When both kits were apprenticed, their mother was killed in the line of duty, in a measly border fight. Both kits took a vow to become the best warriors of the clan, so that they could avenge their mother's death.
Soon after, both apprentices earned their warrior names. They had been inseparable thru-out their childhood, but as adults, their paths took different turns. Windwhisker's brother became the new deputy, and she was in the nursery, expecting kits. When the kits were born, two of them were still-borns. The other two were healthy.
When the kits were about three moons old, tragedy struck. The melting of snow on the mountains had caused water to run downhill, flooding the river and Riverclan's camp. The kits had been playing outside by the water's edge, and they were swept away by the torrent of water, right before Windwhisker's eyes. It was a numb, grief-stricken Windwhisker that was sent to the medicine cat's den. Windwhisker spent many days in the dens, lost and uncomprehending, until one day, she took and interest in healing. Windwhisker found that learning about healing and herbs and such took her away from the pain and grief, and before long, she was a medicine cat apprentice. She spent many, many moons learning, until the day she was recognized as a true medicine cat. Not long after that, Windwhisker received a dream from Starclan, in the form of her mother, telling her to join and become one with the forest. Windwhisker left and joined Forestclan. She has served faithfully as a medicine cat and a clan member ever since. Never forgetting.

So, um, yeah *coughPOScough*

[yamashitakanon]

erm, so my first character was a huge Sue, first of all. Secondly, the rpg had next to no standards. Third, I was a horrible roleplayer... so here she is.

Username: Milly
Name: Mirabelle
Age: 22
Element: Fire
What are you doing: in the war, but don't want to be at war, only doing it because I'm forced to
Bio: Has lived in the Fire village all my life, and have been training since I was 4 to become a great Fire mage, but my powers are those of healing, although I can attack with ferocity if need be. My captain has been slain in a recent battle against the Wind Village, and I am very upset. I have strong feelings for Jason, but am too shy to admit them. I have a pet pheonix named Firix that lives at home, as she is too young to assist me in battle
Personality: very shy, not sure why the elements have to battle, kind and considerate
Appearance: Milly

[suki]

I remember my first ninja!

Name: Claire (yeah... not really japanese-ish but the site I was on was really laid back)
Age"13
Element: Earth

If I remember she was a blind ninja from the rock village and she used two small fans to do most of her jutsus. If my old comp hadn't died completely on me, I would get her up here. But I lost her info and the websites I had her on... I should try to make her again, a blind ninja would be awesome! XD

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[orzan]

Your username:belthazor
Phrase Needed in Application:I'm an ewe (seriously what is an ewe?)
Character Name:Selonianth
Race:shade
Gender:male
Age:21
Side (Varden/Empire/Neutral):Empire
Appearance:
Home:Hadarac
Clothing:look at pic
Preferred Weapons:blood red daggers of elven make he got them off a elven assasign working for the Varden.
Skills:fast and deadly with his daggers
Weaknesses: isn't as strong as most shades isn't that great at summoning spirits and since he hasn't been around as long as most shades is quite naive
Personality, Traits, Habits:he is quite naive and though an evil shade loves romance so if you happen to be a girl he probably won't fight you,his most endearing trait is his ability tocontrol his anger,his one major habit is if he likes a girl he tends to go over the top
Pet:a white raven with blood red eyes named Zar'rac
Brief History:When he was about 5 his parents were killed causing him tremendous grief. Unfortunately they were killed in a freak accident by the Varden an assasign to be accurate. In his raw anger he somehow managed to summon spirits strong enough to posses him. Afterward he wondered how he summoned the spirits because though his father was a sorcerer he had only taught his son by accident with his son peeking through the keyhole.
Role Play Sample: Selonianth was wandering the Hadarac like he normally did when he was thinking. The other day when he had dropped into Gil'ead he overheard something that troubled even him. He couldn't make out their exact words but one of the voices was the voice of the assasign that had escaped him so many years ago. In an uncharacteristic state of panic he fled with speed back to his underground dwelling in the Hadarac. Ever since he had been possesed by a rage that hadn't been in him since his parents were killed. Then when he awoke the next morning he was troubled. He stopped walking for a moment and saw a group of nomads headng toward him. This was not unusual in itself because the nomads typically wanted him to kill someone for them. However this time something was unusual this time they walked with a purpose though since his eyesight was better they couldn't have spoted him yet. "They must be heading to my complex which means someone told them where I live and they've decided to murder me in my sleep," He thought. He ran at a speed managable only by a shade and arrived in front of them shortly. When they realized it was him they brustled with weapons. They first few were so cocky it amused him he pulled out his daggers that were blood red and the smiles faded. He noticed most were mear boys not a day over 17 and decided that if they ran they would be spared. HE moved so fast that the cocky ones barely had time to scream before their throat was cut. The rest disbanded fairly fast.

[Masami Saito]

Unfortunately, I can't find my FIRST first character ever, as it was deleted, but this would be the next character after him....
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Name: Rangis Mukondo
Race: Arrancar
Age: 821
Height: 6’5’’
Weight: 225 lbs.
Division: N/A
Rank: King of Hueco Mundo

Appearance:


Personality:
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Rangis often appears to be calm and serene. This is not his true personality, however, as he shows his true colors when he needs to enforce his law. He is cruel, unforgiving, and borderline heartless. He enjoys humiliating those whom he deems ‘weak’, and coming up with creative punishments for those who fail him. However, he acts incredibly kind and rewarding to those who serve him well.

He treats his Espada in the highest regard, considering they are the most useful tools under his rule. However, he is quick to point out flaws in their plans, or make quick comments, which may be considered degrading, to further distance his being from that of his Espada.

When alone, he is cold and calculating. He does not like to be disturbed while in the middle of a thought, and often gets extremely angry with the person who did it. Though, to the few people who happen to be close to him, he can be truly charitable. For, though these ties are few, they are strong.

Although many of his traits seem to be that of a simple politician, he is actually far more. His intelligence is incredibly high, as he is able to devise plans for his forces, and anticipate the enemy’s movement. He is very charismatic, able to convince those who oppose him of his point, and rally those who already support him to fight for him with all of their heart and soul. Although he holds so much power, he appears to have no interest in hanging back and sitting on a throne all day. While he does spend most of his time in Las Noches, he enjoys a good fight as much as any other Arrancar, and will occasionally satisfy his craving.

History:
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Rangis began his life as a Adjuchas class menos. He began a quest to become more powerful, and, in doing so, fulfill his needs for living. Thus, he fought, and consumed, many souls over the years. Eventually, he evolved into a Vasto Lorde, becoming exponentially more powerful. He especially enjoyed taking the lives of Shinigami, not merely for their unique souls, but also for the fight that went into killing them. He felt deep satisfaction after each battle with one, and thus began to attempt to draw Shinigami to him, and dispose of them as he saw fit.

With this great power came the urge to increase even further. Years went on, with him essentially assassinating Shinigami, Quincy, and Humans with high spiritual power. Still, no change in his power level. Frustrated, he cursed this limit, which he had reached. He began to see being a Hollow as a burden, believing that these strict forms that Hollows take were the cause for his lack of growth. In rage, he tore off his mask, and became an Arrancar. This increase in his power level was enough to satisfy him, and also to confirm his beliefs that he could, in fact, become even more powerful. He went on to learn more about the Arrancar of the past, such as those under Aizen. He went on to take over Las Noches for himself, claiming that he was truly the most powerful Hollow ever. With a devoted following behind him, he re-founded the Espada, forged a relationship with the Vizard, and went on to wage war with the Shinigami.

Abilities:
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Rangis is skilled in many forms of combat. He has mastered such Hollow techniques as Cero, Bala, and Sonido. He is very aggressive in combat, as he is able to absorb blow after blow, and continue fighting. He is quite fast for his strength, though his true strength lies in the power he puts behind each attack. His philosophy revolves around “If the attack hits, it will destroy them.” Thus, he puts enough power for a killing blow behind each attack, often putting himself at risk in the process.

Zanpakuto:
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Its name is Shintibreh. When Rangis releases his zanpankuto, he assumes a form much like his prior one. He suddenly grows large, black wings. He does not use these to fly, but merely as propulsion. With this, combined with his Sonido ability, he is able to move faster than most Shunpo and Hirenkyaku users. Along with this, his arms literally morph into blades themselves, allowing him to slice his opponents without the hindrance and added wind resistance, which a traditional blade causes. This allows him to quickly close space between him and an opponent, and finish them off in a quick swipe. While in this state, he can choose to exist with or without his wings, literally sprouting them when he wishes to use them. It's release is "Carnicería (Carnage), Shintibreh"

RP Sample:
Word Count: 521
Rangis sighed, as he walked the plains of the White Desert. It has been many long years since I began my quest to become more powerful. He thought, And now, as an Arrancar, I doubt there are many that can stand against me. But it is not over. He spat in the sand. The mere fact that the Shinigami still exist is a testimony to my failure. And those weaklings, such as the Quincy, or the Humans, are simply trivial matters to be dealt with…accordingly…

He touched the silver chain upon his neck. From what I’ve learned of this Aizen…he was a fool. Surely he could have known that Soul Society would not give up on their pursuits so easily? It is of no consequence. Whether it would have happened 1000 years ago, or whether is will happen now, makes no difference. The thing to remember is it will happen. I will lead my forces to victory against the Shinigami, and have us take our rightful place as the most powerful beings in known space.

He reflected a moment, upon the Vizard. Their power is remarkable. Many of them are truly marvelous fighters, and the abilities they gained from their transformation have made them even more adept. They are, perhaps, the only other species I will tolerate, seeing as we are essentially brothers. Whether you gained Shinigami powers, or Hollow powers first, makes no difference. The point is…you earned them… But, of course, he was not finished with his thoughts. It had been many years since he’d had this kind of seclusion, and he was not about to waste this time.

He had another thought on his new companions. I cannot, however, give them the idea that they are on an equal level to myself. After all, I shall be the one to supply many of my men as forces. The Vizard are far and few in between. But, such beings have their uses. Besides my Espada, they may be the most useful tool I will have in the upcoming conflict. Moreover, the fact that they know the comings and goings of Soul Society makes them even more useful. Thus, I shall give them power, and their leader shall have power. If they prove their loyalty to me, they will be exalted. However, I shall not hesitate to destroy any traitors, whether they be under myself, or under the Vizard…

He finally arrived at his destination. Las Noches. This was to be his home from now on. “This is the dawning of a new era. The age of the Hollow. And the blood of Shinigami, and their compatriots, will be the ointment which heals the wound left by their very existence. We shall have revenge, for our fallen brothers. But most of all, we shall have power, which is rightfully ours…” And with that, he opened the main gate, and strolled directly into his new palace…


(OOC- Sorry if this is a little short for your tastes. If you need me to extend it, I'll get to work as soon as I can...)

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So yeah, feel free to take jabs at it all you want, I realize. Oh, also, this is where my whole "King of Hueco Mundo" thing probably came from, so might be funny to read.