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Topic/Postby Zho » 23 Aug 2008, 13:16

Full Name: Zho Greywind
In-Game: Zho
Nickname: Non as of yet, i think.

Guild: Rhyme and Punishment
Title: Doesn't really have one yet.

Race: Draenei
Class: Shaman
Professions: Miner and engineer, specialised in gunsmithing.

Age: Ask and you get maced.
Sex: Female
Hair: Cobolt Blue.
Eyes: Glowing.
Weight:.........Above average, okay a lot above average.
Height: Slightly shorter than your average draenei
Garments/Armor: Often seen wearing Blue overalls with work gloves.

Other: Her right arm is made up of adamantite and gnomish technology.

Alignment: chaotic neutral
Personality: Tomboy-ish in a sense, though is happy to help and loves to hug people. Despite seeming like this, she is motherly at times, trying to give helpful advice and listening to their problems. Most of the time, she can be seen as greed with food.


History: One of the first draenei born on the Exodar, she is relativly young, but has experienced a lot within her current years. Having Been married to a clumsy engineer, she learned a lot about its workings but never took up the craft until reching azeroth. At that time, she lost her husband in the crash, leaving herself with her egotistical daughter and her adoptive daughter, who is a mute with a taste for books and cakes.

One of the more capable shamans, zho is deadly with her fists, wielding shamanisms as her ally and her latent engineer skill in her head.
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Topic/Postby Shadowrend » 23 Aug 2008, 13:32

Full Name: Shadowrend Stormflower.
In-Game: Shadowrend.
Nickname: Shada, Shadow, Rendy, The Hedgehog, Mouth for War-

Guild: Rhyme and Punishment
Title: Punisher / Commander

Race: Gnome
Class: Mage
Professions: Mining / Jewelcrafting.

Age: 210
Sex: Female
Hair: Redish, put up in the parts, one at each sides, and one on top.
Eyes: Brown, though lately, they seem to have faded a bit.
Weight: Medium
Height: Tiny, even for a gnome to be.
Garments/Armor: Always seem wearing her battlegear. Which she was given when she was appointed to the Rank of Commander, of the Alliance Army.
Other: Extraordinary aggressive.

Alignment: Neutral Evil.

Personality: Aggressive and ego-sentric, elitist behavior and foul-mouthed. She has a un-ending thirst for battle, and tends to get twitchy if she hasn't fought or dueled someone in a certain amount of time.
Though no matter how aggressive and foul she might be, she still knows right from wrong, even though she at times ignores this. She's also a liable ally and a good partner, who without hesitation would attack and kill anyone who hurts her friends or her Guild Members.

History: Not much is known, even for herself. Last she remembers was waking up in Elwynn Forest, looking straight into the face of Serendipity (who became her guild leader and trainer in the arts of the Arcane.), Trabahn (who later became her "brother" who she shared many good moments with.) and last but not least Gaètan (who trained her in the arts of battle against others.).
It was revealed after some time that when the Fall of Gnomeregan was at hand, Gaètan and Takeo (A rogue who served with Vir Mortalis during the age of Molten Core.) saved a handfull of Gnomes from the complete destruction. They took the gnomes, including Shadowrend's sister to Elwynn Forest. Years later, Shadowrend rose in power and position, taking the seat next to Serendipity, serving as a loyal guardian of Rhyme and Punishment, ready to strike at anyone who would pose a threat against her friends or the Guild.
Save yourself the trouble and let's face it, I rule, You fool!

Yey! Pepple made me a Sheriff! *flashes badge* Yea, that's right.

-Shada [SIZE="5"]-The God-[/SIZE] Stormflower.
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Topic/Postby Shevron » 23 Aug 2008, 19:06

Full Name: Shevron Demoraine
In-Game: Shevron
Nickname: Shev, Shevvy, Grimace

Guild: Rhyme and Punishment
Title: Punisher

Race: Human
Class: Warlock
Professions: Tailoring / Mining / Fisherman / Cook

Age: 32
Sex: Male
Hair: Black, medium length.
Eyes: Green
Weight: 95kg
Height: 1.91m
Garments/Armor: When not wearing his battler gear, he always makes sure he has colour matching outfits. Usually goes for purple or black.
Other: A goatee which he keeps carefully trimmed, and takes great care of it.

Loves cheese!

Alignment: Evil.

Personality: Unsociable and easily irritable due to his inset hate for people, especially the nosey ones. Ready to bite everyone's head off, you always have to assume that he's in a bad mood, unless he states otherwise. Although he doesn't like showing off, he's more powerful than his looks give away. Hates gnomes .... a lot.

History: Found as a toddler, terrified, cold and abandoned, roaming duskwood by an old warlock, he was taken into his custody and raised as his own son. Although his adoptive father never meant him to follow his path, circumstances decided otherwise (Shevron's -long- story is currently in the making).

Trained into the warlock arts in complete solitude and total discipline, he grew to dislike the nature of people, believing that everyone is a liar, a backstabber and ultimately selfish, thus nobody can be trusted, which in the end gained him his nickname Grimace due to his constant bad attitude towards everyone.

His only concern in life is his demons, his goatee, and his very limited circle of friends.
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Topic/Postby Dawnblade » 19 Jun 2009, 21:15

Dawnblade

Full Name: Dawnblade Morrowlight (Morrowlight after her Matron Mother)
In-Game: Dawnblade
Nickname: Dawnie

Guild: RnP
Title: --

Race: Nightelf
Class: Warrior
Professions: Mining / Blacksmithing (Weaponcrafter - Master Swordsmith)

Age: Late teens
Sex: Female
Hair: White
Eyes: Flourescent
Weight: 85-90 kg
Height: 2m
Garments/Armor: Pretty dresses or plate armour, usually matched and following the principle of "less is more"
Other: Commonly accompanied by a white rabbit named "Longear"

Alignment: neutral good

Personality: Happy go lucky, slightly naive and quite vain. Refuses to use shields on account of her thinking that shields are ugly. Never wears a helmet since her hair would become flat and tangled.
Caring and loving. Has a weakness for strong paladins.

History
Was the sole survivor as an infant when her village was razed by a Horde raiding party. Found and rescued by a "retired priestess" called Lady Morrowlight who took her in to her monastary/orphanage and raised her as one of many orphan girls.
At the temple Dawnie made friends with another Kaldorei girl who was called "Kitten" on account of having been brought in to the monastary by a large Moonstalker Matriarch at a young age, after being raised the first years by the Matriarch as one of her kittens.
At a certain age (not that long ago) Lady Morrowlight tought the girls the true history and purpose of the orphanage and sent them out into the world to perform secret tasks.
Dawnie joined the military unit "Outriders" and Kitten joined "Travelers of Azeroth".
Some time ago Dawnie battled Deathknights attacking Lights hope chapel in eastern plaguelands. She was mortally wounded in the battle and brought inside the temple to be raised. The Lich King however, having sensed her warrior spirit, called upon her soul to entrap it in the body of a deathknight.
As the two powerfull wills battled for Dawnies soul the soul got torn in two halves. This strange occurance resulted in another Dawnblade, in the form of a Deathknight. (...Continued on "Dàwnblade")
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Topic/Postby Dawnblade » 19 Jun 2009, 21:29

Dàwnblade

Full Name: Dàwnblade Morrowlight (Morrowlight after her Matron Mother)
In-Game: Dàwnblade
Nickname: DeeDee

Guild: RnP
Title: --

Race: Nightelf
Class: Deathknight
Professions: Mining / Blacksmithing (Armourcrafter)

Age: Late teens
Sex: Female
Hair: White
Eyes: Blueish Flourescent
Weight: 85-90 kg
Height: 2m
Garments/Armor: Pretty dresses or plate armour, usually matched and following the principle of "less is more"
Other: Commonly accompanied by a white rabbit named "Longear"

Alignment: neutral good

Personality: Happy go lucky, slightly naive and quite vain. Refuses to use shields on account of her thinking that shields are ugly. Never wears a helmet since her hair would become flat and tangled.
Caring and loving. Has a weakness for strong paladins.

History
(...Continued from "Dawnblade")
When Dàwnblade broke free from the LichKings mind control she tried to make her way back to the Outriders. Her Hearthstone could not get in contact with the group anymore. She couldn't find Longear either and she feared that something might have happened to the rabbit.
After a long and perilous journey she finally made it to the Outriders headquarters, only to be met by someone who looked just like her.
This is where it dawned (nu pun intended) on the two Kaldorei's that they suddenly had something like an identical twin.
At first they were at eachothers throaths, beliving that the other were an imposter. Then they realized that they were actually sharing the same soul and that they were essentially the same person.
Now they are like twin sisters and if they are at the same place at the same time they usually stay close to eachother. Commonly they are doing separate things in different corners of Azeroth or the Outlands though.
The only really bad thing is that they haven't been able to persuade Dawnies "sister" from the orphanage, Kitten, that DeeDee (For "D-D", Deathknight Dawnie) isn't some kind of scourge imposter. Kitten tries to kill DeeDee whenever she sees her. When Dawnie tries to stop her she simply states that DeeDee "doesn't smell right".
Nowadays the two Dawnblades just tries to stand clear of Kitten but they still love her as a sister and they miss her company dearly.
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Topic/Postby Sarawr » 01 Aug 2009, 20:44

Full Name: Sarani
In-Game: Sarani
Nickname: Sarawr

Guild: Rhyme and Punishment
Affiliation: Consortium, Rhyme and Punishment
Title: Artificer

Race: Draenei
Class: Mage
Professions: Jewelcrafting, Tailoring

Age:
Undefined
Sex: Female
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Weight: None of your bloody business
Height: Tall
Garments/Armour: Wearing them, yes. Not running around naked. That would be stupid.
Other: Nada

Alignment: (What game are we playing, D&D or WoW?)

Personality: Stubborn and protective, curious.

History: (In brief)
Born in Argus, Sarani was trained as one of the defenders vowing to protect her kin. She was appointed to watch over Shaejana and rarely left her side, making sure she was safe. As the Exodar crashed and they woke up, Sarani had seen visions and thus heard the call of the elements becoming shaman.

She had created a device, a some form of transportation, that seemed to malfunction. The cold and vileness remained with the other half of Sarani, and this half died in the frozen lands of Northrend, serving the Lich King until her mind was freed. After the Lich King was defeated, this part ceased to exist, vanishing altogether from the world.

The other half had found itself in Netherstorm, recalling the surroundings with odd familiar feelings attached to it, yet not quite remembering anything of her past. She found herself being taken care of by the ethereal beings who belonged to the Consortium. After having treated her, she regained her strenght and came to learn of the arcane and elementals from the very few ethereals who had reluctantly agreed to teach her. It was not without payment, however, and so she repays their feeble kindness to this day.

Sarani, the living one, then left to see the world and found herself in the familiar organisation she came to know as Rhyme and Punishment. She is still quite unsure why she feels familiarity to them and is quite puzzled still to have no clear memory of her past.
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Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
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Topic/Postby Kayora » 08 Feb 2011, 23:49

Two years later, I get bored and fill this out. Then talk about myself in the past tense.
I felt I may as well do this mainly for Aloor, since nobody really knows her, and I really should introduce her some time!

Full Name: Kayora Wrathweave
In-Game: Kayora
Nickname: Kayo, Kay

Guild: Rhyme and Punishment
Title: No formal titles

Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Professions: Mining, Herbalism

Age: 28
Sex: Female
Hair: Brunette with a hint of red. Annoys her when people comment on it.
Eyes: Hazel
Weight: Average
Height: Well I’ll be, average as well!
Garments/Armour: Usually a simple cloth outfit, she owns two sets of armour from previous fighting days. One is blue plate, the other golden silver and for special events only.
Other: Her Light-Imbued sword was given to her by her mentor upon completing her training as a Paladin, and is a treasured possession. Seeing her use any other sword is a rare sight indeed.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

Personality: Kayora is normally quite lively and easy to get along with, she is far from the strict and holy priest stereotype, but understands when a serious attitude is needed. With an affinity to reading she is relatively intelligent, and while she likes to uphold conversations she generally shies away from boisterous and derogative behaviour.

History: Guh.. I never have bothered to write it properly out in full. For a briefer version, it’s always readable here - http://forums.rnp-moonglade.net/showthread.php?t=3872

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Full Name: Aloor Chapal
In-Game: Aloor
Nickname: Allie

Guild: Rhyme and Punishment
Title: No formal titles

Race: Human
Class: Mage
Professions: Mining, Blacksmithing

Age: 18
Sex: Female
Hair: Ginger/Red
Eyes: Brown
Weight: Moderate, she’s more muscle than fat.
Height: Average
Garments/Armour: Anything practical to work in, though that usually incorporates old battered clothes that are falling to bits. Whatever she’s wearing it’s generally covered in dirt or soot, or at least not in a presentable state.
Other: As a point of interest, she has a scar/tattoo on her left shoulder from where an unwary dwarf smith caught her with a hot brander normally used to burn the Stormwind emblem onto armaments. After fainting from pain and being rushed to the cathedral for healing, she now sports a Stormwind Lion and the words “Property of the Stormwind Militia” on her back.
Yes, this is what happens when you tell me to write “Other” without specifying what to actually write about.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral, apparently.

Personality: At the age of 18, Aloor still often acts like a hyperactive child. She responds well to most people she meets, but to elderly mages or figures of authority (aside from the guard) she is often stubbornly defiant. To close friends however, she is passionately protective and friendly. Despite an obvious education, she is determined to still be the Lakeshireian country blacksmith she wished to be, and often speaks bluntly without thinking at all, because of this she mostly only gets on with dwarves, or people with an open sense of humour.

History: Born in Westfall to a Blacksmith and a Mage, Aloor spent her childhood living in Lakeshire, wandering throughout the Elwynn neighbourhoods. She was, and is to this day, a daddy’s girl, and was determined from a young age to become a blacksmith like her father. However fate had other ideas.
With her mother often in Dalaran, rather than home in Lakeshire, it was at the age of twelve that her magical talent was first realised, and with her mother vouching for her, Aloor was admitted into the normally exclusive Kirin Tor. The sudden move from a country home to the rigid formalities of Dalaran came as a shock to Aloor, and being the stubborn angry child she was, she hated it. Had it been her own choice, she would never have even started to become a Mage, but her mother wanted it, and her father supported whatever her mother said. This caused even more resent, and a wider emotional gap between Aloor and her mother. In the time that passed Aloor tried several times to become expelled from the Kirin Tor, and was nearly successful, however with the evacuation of students, and the timely invasion of Arthas Menethil- not to mention the destruction of the entire city- it is easy to see how something as petty as an apprentice scheduled to be kicked out was overlooked.
Despite that minor set-back life continued similarly for Aloor throughout her youth. Up until the age of eighteen when, legally an adult, and barely through half of her required studies, Aloor finally chose to end her apprenticeship in Dalaran, and to leave her “wretch” of a mother in order to follow a different life. For the first time in years Aloor came back to Stormwind, but before long was convinced once again by her father not to waste her talent, and to at least finish her apprenticeship as a mage.
This time, however, she apprenticed with a Gnome mage in Stormwind city rather than slink back to Dalaran. At the same time sought out work with the blacksmiths in the Dwarven District, and impressing them with sheer enthusiasm managed to find herself a role. To this day she balances her time between blacksmithing and mage-ing, renting apartments in the Mage District, and freely interfering with strangers lives on the streets of Stormwind.
Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day.
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Topic/Postby Tormeron » 03 May 2012, 15:46

Full Name: Arthuron Breedleaf
In-Game: Arthuron
Nickname: Arth

Guild: Rhyme and Punishment
Title: None

Race: Night elf
Class: Druid
Professions: Skinner, Leatherworker

Age: young (will update as soon as i know what young is in ranges of night elves)
Sex: Male
Hair: Green
Eyes: Yellow
Weight: Light (eh?)
Height: 176
Garments/Armor: lght brown Leather armor, Gloves, pants
Other: Mostly can be seen carrying a woodenly brown simple staff

Alignment: Lawful neutral
Personality: very calm, mostly quiet and respectful, thinks night elves to be better than any other race, stubborn, easily carried away

History: (will be added soon, working on that to be more exact)
Lilandris wrote:Liandrix' words not mine, but Tormeron is a god apparently. Probably a bit like Loki.

serendipity wrote:Reason: Potato.

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Topic/Postby Juste » 03 May 2012, 16:46

Full Name: John Cloudy
In-Game: Cloudy
Nickname: Cloud

Guild: RnP
Title: Sniper

Race: Human
Class: Hunter
Professions: Mining/Engi

Age: 36
Sex: Male
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Green
Weight: 90kg
Height: 185cm
Garments/Armor: Dark Mail Armor/Environment blending
Other: Rifle & Rockets and Explosives

Alignment: Lawful neutral

Personality: Calm and quiet. Insists never missing a shot with his rifle.

History: Served in Stormwind Army, Extermination unit.
Stand your ground, child, keep your senses. The pain is fleeting, but victory is forever.
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Topic/Postby Tormeron » 16 Oct 2012, 13:31

Full Name: Tormeron
In-Game: Tormeron
Nickname: Torm

Guild: Embrace
Title: None

Race: Human
Class: Warlock
Professions: Skinner, Tailoring

Age: 34
Sex: Male
Hair: Gray
Eyes: Blue
Weight: Moderate
Height: 169
Garments/Armor: Mostly in robes, Changing like his mood
Other: Mostly walks with a sword on his side

Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Personality: Smiles a lot, crazy mostly, once his mind is set on a purpose will do anything in his power to accomplish it, Mostly harmless

History: Short version:
Born near Stormwind, was a farmer,
parents died, revenge drew him into studying magic but destiny took him into learning the fel magic.
Some time after he learned to master summoning demons he summoned his first Infernal, that event led him to lose control of the Infernal and almost lost himself there and then.
Survived with the help of friends.
in travels to the outlands he has found mushrooms that would combat the corruption of the fel magic.
For a while he was under the influence of those mushrooms and was completely crazy.

These days he no longer uses the mushrooms but still lets others believe he is so he can convert people into the shadows.

Albeit him converting people into the shadows, he is not yet evil.

(i might still edit this to fix some minor mistakes)
Lilandris wrote:Liandrix' words not mine, but Tormeron is a god apparently. Probably a bit like Loki.

serendipity wrote:Reason: Potato.

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