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Partial redesign

by Morgan Persimmon Thu Apr 24, 2008 5:51 pm

Not that it matters, but the dark text over black equalizery looking things on the frontpage is somewhat difficult to read, and as such annoys me.
Presumably it's a simple enough fix to something with more contrast?

Morgan Persimmon: Noob; Number of posts : 1
Age : 30
Location : That one place cats go when you can't find them. They've got a nice menu there.
Registration date : 2008-04-24

Re: Partial redesign

by Faclan Thu Apr 24, 2008 9:31 pm

Good to see you here Morgan. Welcome to the site Smile

Somthing like that your going to have to wait for one of the head admins, Jadetrickester or Admin of God, to look at your suggestion and see what they think.

Faclan: Council ShadowStalker; Number of posts : 118
Age : 32
Registration date : 2008-01-17

Character sheet
Fantasy: Name: Sisilik Title: Sisilik the shadow. Gender: Male Race: Kapak draconian Height: 5ft. 7in. Weight: 153 Age: 27 Hair: n/a Facial hair: n/a Eyes: Dark red with black empty pupils. Build: Very slightly built, best suited to blend in with the darkness. Complexion: Dark red scales that get darker as they nears his head. Voice: Quiet and mysterious. Weapons: Two long dark bladed daggers forged of an unknown metal. It is unknown of he carries any other weapons, but if he losses his daggers he always seems to be able to pull another blade out of his cloak. A set of five perfect throwing daggers that don't even make a sound when cutting through the air that are hidden all over his body. He also carried a simple kit that includes a padded grappleing hook, a lockpicking set, and many vial of poison for food and drinks that disappears instantally with no trace of it left, not even smell.. Clothes/armor: He normally wears dark leather armor so he can still have freedom of movement, and over this he wears a dark black trench coat, complet with a hood, that he normally uses to cover up his armor. The strange thing about his appearence is a bandolier arond his chest and back that has many vials covering it. The vials glow with a soft green glow, and he never tells what they are filled with, but its pretty easy to think of what they are filled with. He often folds his wings close to his back so they look like a ragged cloak, just in case hes traveling in an area where draconians arn't welcome Alligment: None. Mercenary after leaving his homeland in search of more excitment. Magical spells: None. But worryingly he seems not to need any. DoB: Unknown, he never tells anyone. Personalitly: Secretive and sneaky, rarely talks to anyone unless its to tell his target goodbye. But when faced with more then two fully armed opponents, he would rather live and run, then chance dieing. Strenghts: An extreamily good assassian that has never failed a mission. He is also a very good fighter against one or two opponents. Useing his speed as his greatest advantage. His natural ability to produce one of the most lethal poisens in the land is also a great advantage. Even amoung other Kapaks his poisen is unaturally strong. With only a small flick of his tongue on his dagger blade can kill a fully grown man in a matter of seconds. Weakness: If he is caught he will somtimes panic, leading to rash decisions, which has almost got him kill several times. He is also a coward at heart and will run from his kill rather then fight the reincenforcements. Fears: Being cornered by a large group with no escape. Dislikes: Any who his employer dislikes. He dosn't really hate anyone. Backround: After being born he was quickly taught how to be a killer, and after many years he soon became one of the best. But Sisilik soon grew bored with the megar opponents he was facing, so one day, just after his 17 hatching day, in the dead of night, he ran from his home. He hasn't looked back since, and soon found profitable work applying his skills to the work of others, and hes loved every second of it. The thrill of the kill, the cloak of the night, and the screams of those who find the body.
Sci-fi: Name: Ollan Sira. Title: His only titles are those his bountys give him before he kills them. Gender: Male. Race: Human. Height: 6 ft. 2 inchs. Weight: 174. Age: 28. Hair: Dark brown. But it is often hidden by his helmet. Facail hair: Brown mustace and light brown stuble from one ear to the other. Eyes: Light blue. Build: Slightly muscular. Complexion: Slightly tanned skin. Voice: Arrogent and normally quiet loud, only in his presence of his employers dose he talk normally. Clothes: Light skin tight clothes over which he wears a full set of dark black Composite armor. The only other color is his right shoulder is covered by a red peice of composite armor. Only a chosen few know why it is red. But when he isn't bounty hunter he normally wears a black deasert jacket with red outline, black ribbed pants, and black hide boots. Alignment: Neutral, but normally takes jobs from the empire, they pay more. DoB: Even Ollan dosn't know the date. Personalitly: Arrogant and very sure of himself, but theres no denying that he is very good at his chosen profession, and will gladly prove it. Strenghts: He is a extreamly good shot, and is very good at fighting close up, with a weapon or his fists. But his major skill is his abiltly to imporvise, many times he has fought and won against armed opponets, armed with only a long stick, or a sharp peice of rock. Weakness: Normally quick to anger. Also he has only ever fought one Jedi, and it still remains the only bounty he failed, so his only weakness is that he cant use the force. Fears: Being caught off guard by a force above ten without his trusty carbine or being attacked by a Jedi/Sith Dislikes: Bounty hunters who dont take pride in their work, or hunters who cant back up their storys, and of course Jedi. Weapons: A Firestar-10K carbine taken from one of his first bountys. A hand made Stun batton that Ollan can change the power of, from light jolt, to lethal shock. While not bounty hunting he normally carries a DL-10 heavy repreating blaster pistol in plain sight. Backround: Born on Courasant and left on the street as a young boy he grew up as a begger. But living on the streets was dangerous, and Ollan took this as a challange, fist-fighting with all the other's. One day, when Olan was 15, a man saw him figthing a 20 year old, and was impressed by the young boys skill. The man took him in as his own, and Ollan soon found out he was a Imperial lutient, and taught Ollan everything he would need to survive. But one day he left Ollan to go on a attack and was killed. Ollan knew what he would want him to do, without sheding a tear for his dead mentor he gathered up his old armor and all the remaining credits and started bounty hunting. Since then he has continued this dangerous profession, becoming one of the best, with a 99.9%(Dam that Jedi!) success rateing.
Wild: Name: Faclan. Non know his last name. Title: Council ShadowWalker Gender: Male Race: None are quiet sure, but people beleive he is some rare reptilian race, due to his tail and hissing voice. Height: 6ft. 0in. Weight: 190 Age: Unknown Hair: None Facial Hair: None Eyes: His eyes just seem empty when he looks at you, only if you look really close can you see the slightly lighter shade of his pupils. Build: Thin to blend in with the darkness yet he had proven himself very strong. Complextion: (See avatar) Voice: Hissing and quiet Clothes: His clothes are quiet simple, skin tight black clothing over which is a long flowing black cloak which gives him the illusion of floating across the floor Other appearance: His tail extendes about four feet behing him and get smaller into a point at the very end. Weapons: Unknown the precise weapons he has, he seems to not need one most of the time, if he needs to kill anyone they normally just seem to drop dead with no signs of why. But if battle approaces he is normally seen with a very long curved sword of unknown orgion. Sword: http://www.digital-eel.com/scans/images/swords_yatlass_big.gif Armor: Faclan only ever dons armor if a battle is approacing. This armor shines darkly in even the brightest light and covers his entire body, includeing his tail. The armor is beleived to be chain mail covered in very light plate armor. But it shows no signs of ever being damaged, even though the "Shadow sword." Has been in excistence ever since anyone can remember. Job/Class/Occupation: House of Shadow leader Type of magic: Though he uses magic it is unknown his full range of them. DoB: Unknown Personality: Very quiet and secluded. He rarely talks to anyone unless they are in his house or one of the allied house leaders. But he uses this to his advantage, because of this not many can get close to him besides those he trusts. This is one of the many reasons he has stayed alive for so long. But he truely only trusts The JadeTrickster, they have known each other a long time and have helped each other out more then once. Strengths: His ability to move completly silently even when running. That coupled with his skill in espionage, assassination, and being able to read peoples movements has kept him as the house of shadows leader for untold years. Weaknesses: No-one has ever found anything that can weaken him. Fears: No-one has ever found anything that he fears. Prejudices: None known Background: He has been the House of Shadow leader for a long as anyone can remember, even the historical information has always had him as the leader. Some even beleive he was the one who started the house. On this Fac says nothing. Fac has never spoken of his past to anyone, it seems that he has just always been in this world, and shows no signs of leaveing it any time soon.

Re: Partial redesign

by Admin Of God Fri Apr 25, 2008 5:35 pm

It has been changed. I hope you guys like the new look.

Admin Of God: Council Mechanic; Number of posts : 150
Age : 33
Registration date : 2008-01-13

Character sheet
Fantasy: Name: Rijoq Title: The silver falcon Gender: Male Race: Human and less then a third of unknown creature. Height: 6ft Weight: 155 Age: 18 Hair: Silver Facial Hair: none Eyes: One silver and one black Build: Muscular Complextion: Light brown skin. Voice: quiet. Only loud when needed. Clothes: Has a tattered black cape, and cowl. And the other basic clothing items. Other appearance: Has a scar running down his left arm and right cheek. And his nails are somewhat like claws. Weapons: Unknown to anyone but himself Type of magic: holy/light, black magic DoB: Unknown Personality: When first met he is harsh and not very welcoming. It takes time for him to trust people. Strengths: Not trusting, quick on his feet and his mind. Weaknesses: Not trusting enough. Will kill if put into a rage. Fears: losing everything he holds dear. Prejudices: People that kill with no good reason. And tries look at things with an open view Background : Rijoq dissappeared as a young child (around the age of 10) right before his home was over run by an opposing country during a time of war. When he was found about 10 days later he was beaten and bleeding by a old couple. Then took him in and raised himas one of their own. About 6 years later the old couple wass killed by a group of renagades. Rijoq flew into a rage on site of this a killing. He grew claws and slashed each murderer apart, then fleeing into the forst. Leaving his peacful past Rijoq now wanders the world looking for ways to make himself stronger.
Sci-fi: Name: Rijoq Durano Age: 40 Gender: Male Race: Southern Human Class: Psi-Blade Appearance: Rijoq stands exactly Six Feet tall, has pitch black skin, red glowing eyes and jet black hair closely cropped to his head. His arms are thick and muscular, boosted with the nanites he carries. His legs are sturdy able to stand their ground but agile when needed. Rijoq has an average but muscular chest. Carrying a deep and foreboding voice he strikes fear into the hearts of many. Covering his body from his nose to his feet is a long pitch black trench coat covered from head to toe in black shining buckles. On the inside of the coat it is also purely black giving it the image of a never ending hole. The underside also has many pockets which allows Rijoq to hide many things that might be needed. He also wears black combat boots again covered in black shining buckles. Along the sides of the boots is the insignia of the Southern Human Special Ops. Rijoq has this spinal cord & skull, skeleton, and the muscles in his body all enhanced with the Nanites. Overtime his whole body will be enhanced. Personality: Rijoq is a very steadfast military agent. He doesn’t speak unless spoken to and even then in clipped sentences. Having the military training which allowed him to train his mind to resist enemy tortur.e it had an interesting side effect. Rijoq can sometime take on the emotions of those around him, allowing him to blend in greatly with his surroundings. His eyes are cold and unloving which gives him the persona of a heartless ki!!ing machine. Rijoq uses this to advantage at many times, this allows him to finish missions quickly without being detected. Ever since the Southern Human City was destroyed Rijoq has been slightly off. He has taken what the military had been and enforces it upon himself. At some moments he acts like a general and at other moments he is a infantry unit. But overall he rarely speaks. History: As a young child Rijoq was seemingly obsessed with hiding in the shadows and sneaking up on people. Often scaring his parents witless they entered him into a program for youth similar to him. As the years passed on by Rijoq realized where his parents had sent him, a place where children were trained to become Ki!!ing machines. Not really minding that his was his future Rijoq embraced it to the fullest. All the children were divided into sections of which they were to learn different ways of combat. Being placed into the Psi-Blade section Rijoq pieced together what he and the others in his group were become. Time flowed once more in Rijoq’s mind, he aged well and quickly gained favour in the military section of which he was placed. Only 3 students from the group of 70 were actually chosen to become Special Ops and to his glee Rijoq was chosen. Life for Rijoq really took an upside turn, receiving his Nanites Rijoq chose to alter this skin, hair and even his eyes. To his old fellows Rijoq looked like a completely different person. His new life began as soon as the Nanites had entered his body. Becoming what he had imitated his whole life, a shadow. Rijoq was the Special Ops member that even lowly grunts thought of him as an amazing agent. It was around 15 years after Rijoq had become a living idol of what people could become if they chose. That day is still imprinted in his mind. He was on a mission that day about 2 days of travel form his home. Rijoq assumed that something was wrong when his superiors didn’t recall him or send him on another mission. When he arrived at the city the bodies were strewn across the streets like a cloth over wounds. Stepping over bodies Rijoq searched in vain for survivors, there were pools of b!ood with bodies floating in them. All the smells made him vomit. At that moment Rijoq was never the same person, his mind c.racked, fractured. He vowed to uphold all the traditions of the South’s military and do no wrong in their eyes. Rijoq couldn’t take the stench of his fellow rotting bodies. Leaving the city with a heavy heart Rijoq wished that there were others alive so he would not be so alone. As Rijoq swam across the ocean break between the Southern he noticed a mass of people standing on the shoreline. Jumping up from the water, giddy with excitement he wandered through the crowd nodding to his fellows that had also some how survived. From that day on Rijoq wandered the world not as a Special Ops agent but as a man in search for something. He decided to leave the other Southern Humans to enter into other cities and acclimate themselves into their culture. But now was not his time to stay in one place, it was his time to wander and gain something he never had. Hope. Stats: Vigor-40 Soul-0 Reflex-4 Prowess-14 Fortitude-4 Might-0 Presence-1 Will-16 Discipline-1 Active Abilities: None Triggered Abilities: None Passive Abilities: ~(PA)Cyborg: Has cybernetic parts, this bestows +3 in F, R, Pro and +30 to V. ~(PA)Rendered Soul: S is fixed at 0, M is fixed at 0.
Wild: Name: Khos Title: Counical Mechanic Gender: Male Race: Lion/Human Height: 7'8" Weight: 245 lbs Age: 125 Hair: White Facial Hair: Look at my avatar Eyes: yellow Build: Muscular Complextion: Look at Avatar Voice: Deep Clothes: Shorts Other appearance: Broken horn in the middle of forehead Weapons: Claws(natural weapons), Katana imbued with magic: Inflicts poison upon victim, Throwing needles dipped in various posions, a Monkey Bar Armor: Moonsilver Chestplate, Moonsilver gauntlets, Moonsilver leg plates Job/Class/Occupation: Counical Mechanic Type of magic: Earth DoB: Unknown Personality: Khos is a being of importance to the forests. He is the guardian of the Werik forest. Khos leaves his domain on the revenge he wishes to complete. He does not trust people very easily but when he does it would take something far more deadly the death to stop him from helping his friends. Strengths: Can jump tree height and higher with magic. Weaknesses: Not very trusting of non plant life Fears: Plant life being burned for destructive purposes. Prejudices: Fire mages Background: Khos as a child loved the forest until one day a group of Fire wielding mages came and burned his home to the ground, along with all of his fellows. Khos survived some way. Walking the world in search of the mages that destroyed his home. Khos came upon a frest in need of healing. Khos put his revenge on hold to heal the frest. Satying there for years and protecting the forest from any attacks, he lived in peace. Unitl the day he left to complete his task. To kill the mages!

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