The New World

This is my character:

Name:Zimazza
Age:16
Gender:Male
Hair:Black,spiked to his right,bangs
Eyes:Crimson
Clothes:Red Ceremonial Robes with Phoenixes on them, silver shoulder gaurds that flare out in three spikes, red Hakama pants, Black-leather leg gaurds with the kanjo for fire on the bottom, silver gauntlet on right hand with spikes coming from the knuckles. Fingerless glove on left hand.
Weapon:Musashi Katana
Element:Fire
History: Zimazza is the royal son of Phoenix Lord Zaizou who recently passed away. Zimazza lived with his uncle untill he found out that he had conspired to kill his father from the begining. Zimazza killed his uncle then fled from the village. He now hopes to return to his village without exile.

 

Mine:

Name: Temuchen
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Hair: Red, shoudler length, small bangs
Eyes: Grey
Clothes: White long sleeved shirt and pants, grey boots. During a campaign, wears a dark grey cuirass, dark grey pauldrons, dark grey vambraces, dark grey leg gaurds, and a helmet.
Weapon: Flamberge
Element: Air
History: At 25, Temuchen is already a vetran of 10 years. At age 15, he fought his first battle when earth forces entered his village. 2 years later, after securing a fire citadel, he was awarded command of a Gaurd; 25 soildiers.

 

My person:

Name: Ryuga
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Hair: Semi-Spikey, Jet Black, neck length
Eyes: multi-colored,Red and Blue
Clothes: Wears a lond brown ragged cape with bandages wrapped around hos whole body except his face. Tattered peasent pants bandaged wrapped feet no shirt
Weapon: Gaia Dream, and Ankilas (Broad sword and sheild)
Element: Earth
History:Exiled at the age of 10 for his relationship with a girl from the water Army. He now wanders about helping Wind and Water and wants to bring peace.
personality: Hate fighting but is very good at it. Silent and laid back, very friendly.

 

Name: Anglos
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Hair: Short hazel brown spiky
Eyes: Deep Ocean Blue
Clothes: 3/4 Brown Shorts, blue shirt with white collar.
Element: Air
History:His village was burnt to cinders after the fireclan attacked and killed all of his friends and family. He doesn't want to fight but he wants revenge for his family and friends causing him to fight.
personality: Hate fighting but is very good at it, very friendly.
Weapon Bronze Sword

 

Name: Orion (His name means boundary, or limit)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hair: Dark brown. Like many of my other characters it is half long and always messy.
Eyes: White/Gray
Clothes: Conflicting with his name Orion, which is depicting of the universe, Orion wears an odd type of clothing, which consists of dark blue Armour. Imagine this, but with brown hair. Click here.
Weapon: The Ribgol Sword. Click Here.
Element: Water, but freezes it into Ice. So he is practically an ice wielder.
History: Hailing from a poor family, Orion's parents were slaughtered amongst the war. Leaving him with the Ribgol, a sword made specifically for him once he grew up, Orion has been wandering each nation under disguise, only hoping to find a way to set things in order. He is known to different styles of fighting, thanks to his escapade of the different nations.
Personality: Orion is a pacifistic wanderer. Only fighting when necessary he is one to try and solve issues through words. Short fused though, Orion tends to give in to violence.

 

character edit:

By the way, my character has a violent and hot tempered personality.

 

You guys think we should start now...or wait for a few more people. Cause we have like 5 or so now. :]

 

I suggest we start or else this thread will die.

 

I think you should start Unsure

 

Mmm, okay. Well I hope he won't get mad. Heh.

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Everything right now is complicating. Trying to find places to live, to stay, to eat at. It's all complicating. Hailing from a water tribe doesn't help much either. That's why a disguise was needed.

Orion crept between wooden cabins, placing his hand to the corner of one and peeping around to see if the muddy main-road was clear. He stepped out onto it and was confronted by a muscular man at least twice the size of him. At first Orion mistook him for a bear, but the eyes. The man's eyes were solemn. A pair of gentle green eyes that invited the boy to stare.

"Good'ay chap," he says. And with one huge swing he shoulders something that looks like a two-ton axe. He says, "Welcome to the Earth nation."