Helpful, ale-drinking, sharp-minded, not the best warrior of the clan, but knows how to live life with others.
Nyrum, the Barbarian, likes to drink a jug of great Cimmerian ale in the taverns in the major cities, riding along the roads of Hyboria, watching the wild-life and feeling the soft wind in his hair.
Maybe sometimes stops by another human for a small chit-chat.
Visiting the taverns from time to time, he meets old friends from close and far away.
House of Asgard
Metalhead, beer-drinking, guarding, still young, but has seen and fought some battles.
With his fetish for heavy metal, he wants to wear full plate armor, to get the feeling of heavy metal on the heaviest.
But he's not strong enough yet, he still has to wait a little time, but when the time comes, he'll be there, to help, to fight more.
Class: Dark Templar
Server: Aquilonia RP-PvP
Guild: Twilight Academy
Stubborn as an overriding characteristic. Torn by some blasphemous magics from his home with his son and grandson, determined to regain his former strength and find a way to get his family (and maybe even himself) back to their home at any cost. (Re-roll from US-Cimmeria).
Name: Cyriakus, Cyr in short
Server: Aquilonia RP-PvP
Guild: The Black Wolf
Quiet, reserved, analyses situations before he acts, helpful to those in need, takes life as relaxed as possible, avoids open fights and bar brawling - thinks using senseless force is idiotic, but will openly threaten (and follow through) if he gets pissed off enough (which takes a lot).
Beth is small and slight, little more than the height of a child, though her build is almost disproportionately that of a woman.
She has a youthful beauty. Dark skinned, though not too dark, her head is crowned by hair so white it almost shines, cut to shoulder length with a long fringe that often shadows her scarred eye. Those eyes tell a different story; deep set, oh-so-tired yet burning with a zelous ferver.
Too small for armour, her clothes are often those made for a child, plain dresses and oversized tunics. She is never seen without her sword, a twin handed affair bare inches shorter than she.
Bethsheba doesnt remember much of her former life. Since she awoke on Tortage beach, life has give her a second chance.
She has inherited powers from her former existance, including a painful form of immortality, though she might die a thousandfold, she will always return, and it tortures her and drives her
She has learnt what she once was, and loathes it with every fibre of her new being. She has dedicated herself to destoying Xotli and all his faithful minions with the power it itself granted her.
Beth is still discovering much about herself; her soul is a blank slate, or so she would like to believe.
Yet in the darkness between sleep and waking the Demon calls to her, teasing and taunting her. It whispers in the dark, gifts her with fleeting glances of her past, but like disjointed sketches lacking colour and feeling, perhaps worse than seeing nothing at all.
She is forthright and sometimes opinionated. Though her opinions are not set in stone. She can male rash decisions, then later change her mind, as rationality settles in. She is not unintelligent.
She Hates Xotli and all his faithful minions, and indeed distrusts all Demonologists who play with Hellish forces beyond their control. Though she willingly, even joyfully uses the powers granted her by Xotli, she refuses his avatar in any form, fearing the Demon will subsume her mind and will as well as her body. This weakens her in many eyes, but she would rather that it were here that were weakened; rather than a reflection of It being empowered.
Azchmed is a slim, mid muscular build type of man. He is as tall as any average man for his age.
He is a dark light skinned color although not too dark or too light, his hair is as dark as the night, being cut to shoulder length, having a goatee of the same color. He bears the Demon’s Mask that covers his face and his eyes are dark and grim, ever-burning of hate; a deep set of the task ahead. Visible scars of torture marks his back and across his shoulders, wounds that are burned by iron spikes that goes deep.
His clothes are worn and old and wears a blood rusted dagger that has long since its fine craftsmanship.
Azchmed proclaims that he is suffering from amnesia but his memory serves him another way of trickery. Since he awoke on the shores of Tortage, he is now willing to grow stronger and dares challenge anyone who wishes to stand in his way.
Being cursed with immortality, Azchmed thought he could challenge each and every known King he faced in Hyboria and did not care if he died a thousand deaths only to raise among the living once again. But it was when he was first killed by his slave master, for daring spit in his face, that he discovered he began losing the grip of his sanity for each time he died.
In the brink of insanity and Azchmed’s 12th death, he was granted the powers of Necromancy by the Old Serpent, Set, and is willing once again to challenge anyone who dares facing him.
Azchmed is still willing to discover more about him and his life before being cursed. Azchmed doesn’t believe that he has a soul as it withered away at some point when he died the second time.
Azchmed rarely sleeps at night not because he finds it useless or time wasting but he is an insomniac. Each time he closes his eyes he believes he hears Sets voice that whispers to him, each whisper of promise of granting great power in his name.
Azchmed is a grim man with sadism as his main personality and being serious and devoted being closely second and third. Some would see him as a Zealot, ever devoting himself to kill in the name of his God or in the favor of the desert Kingdom of Stygia, the homeland of his birth.
He is a demon captured in this mortals body, slave to Galadh. He is Quiet, mostly speaks only if spoken too and would most likely reply mockingly. If he could he would slay everyone. Has a need of eating hearts since it keeps him alive
PERSONALITY/DESCRIPTION: A good man and a tough, disciplined fighter. Unlike most cimmerians he is trained in the more disciplined style of fighting known to aquilonian academies.
His parents lived in Aquilonia, near the border between Aquilonia and Cimmeria. His father once served in the Aquilonian guard, but at the time of Lavrentivs birth, he had turned to the more peaceful proffession of blacksmithing, a proffession picked up by the son. Through the father's former service to the aquilonians, Lavrentivs gained admittance to an aquilonian war academy where he learned to fight as he does, that combined with the cimmerian spirit of his parents makes him a fierce opponent in combat.
PERSONALITY/DESCRIPTION: The proverbial viking. He loves fighting, gold, mead and women. Unlike others he refuses to fight those that cannot defend themselves, as he sees no glory to be gained from it.
PERSONALITY/DESCRIPTION: A good natured man in his 30's, he is a good fighter and a veteran from Venarium. In his youth, growing up near the Egilophian Mountains, he was a devil with the ladies, but after a mob of fathers and husbands of his clan cut out the tongue he was infamous for, he traveled the world looking for adventure. He's mainly worked as a mercenary and spent a long time fighting the Vanir, a fight in which he lost his teeth to a vanir battlehammer. Presently he is employed by the Serpent's Head Inn in Khemi as a bouncer.
Sarai/Lunatira (the two are 'different characters' but IC they are one and the same)
PERSONALITY/DESCRIPTION: Put bluntly, Sarai is a demented girl, infected with the gallopig crazy! She is often mistaken for nothing more than a 'pretty young girl' on apperance, but they say "beauty is only skin deep" - if there was any phrase to fit a character, this would fit her with air tight properties. She tossed her sanity away having felt it made her weak, she now lives for nothing more than satisfying her own twisted sense of amusement, and entertainment.
She has a multiple personality, that alternates between two personas. One, jolly and easily excitable, the other, cruel and calculating. These two are distinguishable by the tone in her voice... - the only constant between them is their sadistic nature.
The two personalities are fully aware of the other's co-existance, and will sometimes refer to each other.