Character Bios: Lets see them here!

[Jehannum]

I think thats its a great role playing function to post your characters history. I think that it will help you get a better feel for your character, and also help people interact with you in the context of Dasaria. For locations, refer to the maps and city names listed in the world information heading. It doesnt have to be long unless you want it to be, as just a few sentences or a few pages are just as well.

[Mikail]

Sirion Windstrider

Sirion hails from a land far to the East of Dasaria. He was raised by a group of monks known as the Stargazers. Upon his coming of age, Sirion was sent by his master Cirand the Fartraveller to Daris to learn with the monks of the Whirling Serpent Order. Cirand believed that Sirion possessed too much rage to yet master the art of Kailindo and hopes that his time with the Whirling Serpents will temper the young warrior and give him better understanding of himself.

[Jehannum]

Corum Jehannum was born in Durase, and came to his adolescence in the foothills of the mountains which lie on the western border of Dasaria. He never knew his mother, who had died during his birth, but had been raised by his mother's sister Daes Aestarise while his father was away in defense of thier homeland. His father's name was Laeorin Jehannum, who served as a leader of soldiers defending thier home city. The city of Durase, being the near to the border of Varana bore many heavy handed strikes as the Varanites wished to use the city as base of the assault on the nation. Never did Varana fully quell the resistance in Durase, and many say that was in large part to the efforts of Laeorin Jehannum and his band of elite fighting men. A fearsome enemy is a Durasian who defends his mountain home, fighting in the crags and crevices that he played in during the joyful days of youth. The forces of Varana grew weary of fighting an army that they could not see or find and finally turned its dreadful gaze to the Capitol city of Dasar, seeking to deal a death blow to the spirit of the fledgeling nation. Laeorin saw his duty clearly, and knew that his place was amongst the battlements of Dasar in its time of need, for he knew that if the great city fell, then the smaller villages and towns would likey follow. Laeron turned to his son, now only 14 years of age, and gave him a blade, a suit of steel links, and a helm, and bade him ride beside him and his men. Corum was to carry the banner of Durase in the battle for the city of Dasar. Four days later the men from Durase entered the city of Dasar amidst the cheers and trumpet blasts on the walls. Though very proud to be marching beside his father, Corum saw through the cheers and looked into the eyes of the Dasarian people and knew that they deemed the force too small, and that hope was dwindling as the contingents from the cities of Dasaria rolled in for the defence of the capitol. With the next days sunset came the armies of Varana...and the horrors it brought in its wake. The people of Dasar watched as the army settled into its encampment about the city walls As the midnight hour struck, the gate watchmen let sound a mighty horn blast, and they announced that a group of emmisaries from Varana approached the gate under the flag of parlay. Corum's father called for him to come with him and the other leaders of the cities to hear what the Varanites had come to say. As the leaders of the various cities approached the contingent from Varana, Corum bore the banner of Durase onto the field, and witnessed firsthand the treachery of the Varanites. As they came close to the appointed spot of parley, A duke from Varana enclirled the leaders in a wall of hottest-blue flame and loosed his band of assassins on the dasarian group. Laeorin fought with ferocity and slew the duke himself and retreated to the safety of the walls, but the scar of that event never left Corum. Dasaria lost half of it's citie's leaders that day. All through the night, the armies of Varana pounded the defenses of Dasar, and when the dawn came, Jehannum saw two of Varana's dukes ride through the city's broken gates. The fighting erupted troughout the city, and the men and women of Dasaria fought with legendary tenacity, but the forces arrayed against the city were too vast, and within a week, the city's defenses had fallen.
In the Tower of the Sword in Dasar, the remaining defenders of the city devised a plan of escape from the city, in hopes of bolstering the defense of the other towns of Dasaria, whose need would be dire in the coming weeks. Laeorin volunteered to lead a charge at the camp of the enemy in hopes of buying time for the retreating soldiers. Jehannum begged his father to allow him to accompany him, but his father knew that it was death that he rode to, and despite his son's pleas...he would not permit it. So with a guilt-laden spirit, Corum joined the band of soldiers who would break from the city, and watched as his father rode off to his death. An hour later, the sounds of battle reached the tower, and the scouts called for the flight of the remaining Dasarians, and so Corum Jehannum left the city and rode hard for the forest. Under fire from pursuing Varanites, the retreat of the Dasarians became a wholesale route, and though the band of soldiers cleared the city, they were scattered to the four winds after that...without a home and alone. As Corum slept in the underbrush of the forest, he heard the plodding of horses hooves. He drew his blade and sought to gain a position in which to strike at this unwelcome visitor. A man called out "Corum!....I am Bearis Baraan. I fought beside your father, Laeorin, in the streets of Dasar, and he asked me to look after you. Come, boy...Daris is a long ride from here, and we have much to discuss." Silently, Jehannum climbed on the great warhorse's back behind Bearis Baraan, still carrying the Banner of Durase, and rode east to make a new home in Daris.

[Rha'tri Lautha]

Birthed of a proud halfling heritage, Rha'tri grew up in the farming village of Lendose. Her parents taught her that hard work and determination would bring the jovial halfling to her goal's end. Being an explorative and curious daughter brought new tales of her travels and encounters to her family as she learned about the forest.

One day, Rha'tri was searching about in the underbrush and came upon a clutch of speckled green eggs. She picked one up and examined it, but hearing a noise behind her, she dropped it as she hurriedly try to put it back! A flash of green light revealed a spectral hawk before her and she listen to its words. "Seek the ways of Llanaria and know this day will forever be remembered! "

Returning home, she spoke excitedly to her parents and gathered her belongings. She didn't know where this Llanaria was, but she knew she was destined to find her! As Rha'tri waved goodbye to her family, she skipped down the roads with her trusty shortsword and dagger at her side.

Her first night brought her to a gentle flowing creek, where she met a red-tailed hawk with a broken wing. The halfling bit her tongue and applied her salves of healing ointment, hoping that would cure the feathered creature. When it cried out and flew up to a nearby branch, she laughed and was glad to aid a friend of the forest. Rha'tri named the hawk 'Gend', which happened to be the name of several other 'pets' she had seen growing up and settled down to sleep for the night.

The next morning, Gend awoke her suddenly as a ugly brigand was going through her travel pouches! She met the vagabond blade to blade, but she was not as skilled as the human. Two deep cuts made her realize that this was no game! Gend flew at the bandit, giving the halfling a chance to disarm him, and he grabbed his pained hand as he fled.

Ever since that day, Rha'tri has been mostly solemn and quiet. Occasionally, she will loose a chuckle at a greeting, but she stays focused and attentive for her meeting with 'Llanaria.'

[Hunar]

Hunar has always been a happy, jovial dwarf. Quick to joke and quicker to laugh. He was raised in the foothills of Durase, before the Dasarian - Varanite War. His father, Kregaar, was a blacksmith of some renown. He and his family would travel the countryside selling his fathers wares in the nearby and outlying towns. Although they never amassed any great wealth, theirs was none the less a very rich life. That is until the night of the ambush.

Hunar will never speak of what happened that night, but if you ever see him react to Varanites and goblinoids you may get a good idea of how his family was lost.

He wandered the lands aimlessly after the death of his beloved family, not doing much more than mercenary work for food and gold. Spilling the blood of Varanite ilk slowly became all consuming. It wasn’t until he met the fine people of Daris, and saw their plight that he found purpose in his life. He signed up as a scout and a soldier, defending Dasaria and working in the fight to reclaim what was lost. He is also following in the footsteps of his father, becoming quite a fine blacksmith himself. Yes, Daris is his home.

Hunar is happy again since he found the people of Daris, and he will gladly tip and ale or two with anyone who wishes to join his company. Unless of course you’re a goblin…

[Popper]

As any that have met this happy halfling can attest, Popper truly believes he's quite witty and wise. Although a detailed examination of his wisdom may indicate an adjective other than wise, who's to argue with his humor?

Growing up with two older siblings taught him early that stealth and trap setting could lead to some very entertaining situations. He came to the realization quite early that the point in life is entertainment. Yes, the just causes of good should be supported but there's no harm in throwing in a dash of chaos now and again. (Careful where you sit as he has a propensity for setting poison ivy sticky traps in the outhouse.)

Although fascinated with story telling, Popper's singing voice is more akin to iron scraping than a song bird's and thus his aspirations as a bard fell flat. Thus he decided to remain focused on the more subtle skills of trap laying and healing.

Currently residing in Daris, Popper is focused on assisting in the battle against the Varanite's. And, more importantly in terms of entertainment, surrounding himself with good friends that share his enjoyment of humor and adventure. That they can wield a blade he also considers virtuous.

OOC: Not having played video games growing up, I've only recently discovered their appeal. I've found NWN to be a nice outlet for creativity and story telling. I try to stay "in character" as much as possible although that's difficult at times when the rest of the group is babbling about experience, levels, etc. Even when I'm adventuring on my own through the lands, I have a tendency to laugh, cheer, and curse at the local NPCs. I believe that any NWN world is what you make it. Dasaria has a lot of solid background but it's up to the "regulars" to make it truly come to life. Set examples of playing style for the new-comers and the world will soon be populated with "real" characters.

[Hunar]

Point taken Popper. I am guilty of both; Talkin', laughin', cheerin', and cursin' at NPC's whilst alone AND "babbling" about experience and levels when in party. I try to stay in character as much as possible. Then again, sometimes I have a nice bit O' loot I wish to share with a companion. These items sometimes have a certain level requirement to use. I will not say this is always the case, as curiosity is sometimes the blame. I will say that one of the things that made Dasaria so dear to me heart is the amount of role playing that takes place. For the most part we all try to stay in character. I had a new player ask me the other day "why are you talking like that"? I tried to explain but I think my reasoning was lost on the poor lad.. Needless to say he didn't stay long in our realm.

On a different note, I must say I truly enjoy yer tales of adventure Popper. Aldawen is right, methinks ye missed yer true callin'!! hehe. Keep the journal going my friend!

[Hunar]

Hi Hunar, its Draq! You silly, you left your door locked AGAIN and I had to pick the window lock to get in (you REALLY must get a new lock, the old one is SO flimsy.. any ole person could just break right into your house). Anyway, I grabbed an ale and waited for you, but you must be out mining or doing some brave deed for Dasaria. Or maybe you're just passed out at the Salted Rim again? Well I got bored and though I would check your cupboards and chests to see if anything was missing, and I found your journal! What IS most of the stuff written in here? I can hardly make out any of the words, and what are all these stains? Ale?

There are some pretty interesting stories in here though. You seem to have done quite a bit of exploring! I do wish you would take me on some adventures.. Fortunately Telu has been KIND enough to journey with me, and we have seen some pretty neat stuff (although we STILL can't find that darn treasure at Spider Isle.. Next time I must remember to bring a shovel, I dulled out my sword trying to dig with it).

Anyway you're still not here and I am getting hungry. Guess I will see what's in the kitchen then take a bath (by the way Hunar, you have two baths here, think you might use one of them some day? You really are becoming QUITE ripe..).

Bye!

Draq

[lord_modred]

Modred, the name strikes fear into those that have had the displeasure of knowing him. Modred was trained in a all but unknown monk order called the order of the shadow claw. He was banished from the order after he attempted a mutiny against the orders leader, this enraged modred and he was determined to have revenge. a year after his banishment modred returned to the orderone night and snuck in through the window of the orders leaders bed room, he could have killed the leader in his bed there, but modred had something far more sinister in plan, he placed a black book on the leaders desk and left. the next morning the leader got up and saw the foreboding book, he picked it up and began to read the pages, after reading the first line of indesipherable text his body suddenly jerked. a ghastly shriek resounded through the orders halls, the orders leader had been possesed by a demonic spirit of unimaginable power, the demon slew averyone within the order and raised the great citadel of the shadow claw to the ground.
three years later modred had happened to travel to the land of dasaria, while drinking down a couple bottles in the blue boar, modred had listened to the tales of the varanite hoards and the war. while modred at first cared little about the pitiful city of daris, he suddenly remembered that the order of the black hand had once been in close ties with the hoards of varana and varana would be very pleased to have modreds head decorating his halls, it seemed that the seemingly pitiful city of daris was modreds only hope of survival

[Drell Gi'nor]

Drell, name of the first of the Elven race to set foot on Dasarian soil after travelling the seas in the ancient days was given to the child born in the forest of Daris... my parents were murdered before my first winter and I was taken by a halfling who was roaming the woods to a tiny village on the coast. I never knew this halfling, but I thank the gods for him!

After 120 winters the Varanite wenches destroyed the village that I called home... I vowed then to avenge the deaths of so many innocent people and restore the balance of nature in the forests that the dogs of Varana had distorted.

((ooc: in case you couldn't tell, my elvish-ness is influenced greatly by Tolkien. and of course I had to throw in the druidic bit at the end =)
I won't take the time to describe Paladin and my Bard because I don't use them anymore... so they shall remain mysterious =))

[Roland]

Orphaned at a young age, Roland never knew his true lineage. He was raised in Daris by many of the good town folk. Because of the war he was shuffled from home to home, friend to friend. He never had much stability in his life and, although not the sharpest sword in the smithy, he was very wise for one so young.

One day, while on one errand or another, Roland was literally bowled over by a drunken, smelly dwarf. The dwarf helped Roland up and made many apologies for his lack of watching where he was going. Thus Roland had met Hunar Phantlen. The two quickly became the best of friends. Roland moved into Hunar's house in Seaside, giving Roland his first taste of stability in his short life (well, stability of home, as life with Hunar is decidedly UNstable). Hunar was very impressed with Roland's innate faith in all things good and his strong desire to drive away the evil from Dasaria (although Hunar was and is TOTALLY baffled by Roland's desire to remain sober).

On the day of Roland's 16th year of life gift, he was visited by a mighty entity. This entity told Roland of his destiny, and how only through Roland's strength, will and devout faith could he fulfil this destiny. Roland was awed and humbled by this, and pledged on all he was to be worthy of such. This day, Roland became a Cleric of the god Utu. Utu called him to the service of Ki and the defense of Dasaria from her enemies.

Varanites will learn to fear the battle cry of Roland: "For Dasaria"!

[shrike3000]

Young for an elf, at the fine age of 119 years young, Jaysenir is very impressed with himself. He has been impressed with himself since he was but a child, chasing after Fire Beetles with his sling a fling'n.

Jaysenir tells everyone he is brother to Wesley Battlehammer, everyone's favorite dwarf Cleric, but there is much to that story that is yet untold, for they have neither the same mother or father, rather obviously. Yet they still consider each other brothers, for their connection to each other is as deep as it would be between siblings, something very rare between and elf and a dwarf. Alas, that story will be told in time...

Jaysenir stumbled upon the city of Daris upon the urging of Wes, and has found himself a new home. He loves roaming the forests, carrying home as many pelts as he can carry. He is a tanner, a hunter, and a warrior.

Often he can be seen fighting in the ruins alongside his friends Wes, Strider, Blue, Chaos and Roland. He has been accompanied by many more, but these are his warrior brothers (and sister). And as for often being seen, that is only when he is not running away invisible trying to survive the death magic!

Ahhh Jaysenir has made many friends in Dasaria, like Fenia, a fine lady who shares magical gifts! But alas, there are enemies to be made in Dasaria as well! Jaysenir had a run in one day with the scoundrel Neb Underfoot, and ever since then he has walked with extra alertness, preparing for the day that their paths may cross again, and he shall put young Neb in his place

Jaysenir, being an elf, is much more worried about personal appearance that actual usefullness of what he wears. He prefers not to wear a helm, except when in the most dangerous of battles, and will never wear his embarresing armor that looks like a dress (and happens to be the same armor Neb wears) unless he can cover himself in barkskin or no one is looking. But alas, the fair Blue still never looks his way, the heart of a bard can be a tricky thing Perhaps Fenia is available....hmmmmm.....

To be continued....

(Everything written here was written in character and in good fun, hopefully no one gets mad )

[Inahnia]

Well, let's see.... I play several characters, two mains and two minors. You will usually see either Inahnia Evilsbane, paladin, or Eris d'Enlil, monk.
Inahnia is a young woman who is very dedicated to the service of the Goddess Inanna, goddess of war and love. She is passionate about the defense of the innocent and will often do good deeds just for the satisfaction of them. She is ever-ready to lend a helping sword against all manner of evil, and truly enjoys a good battle, although she also enjoys relaxing at the Boar with a few ales after an adventure. She tends to be trusting and somewhat gullible, and will loyally defend her friends against any who malign them.
Eris d'Enlil is a young human monk. She was orphaned as a child and raised by monks who serve the god Enlil, (also a god of war), who named her after the Goddess Eris, goddess of chaos and discord, because of the chaos she brought to their orderly lives. She was trained from babyhood in the martial arts, but her mischievious spirit needs further tempering. In the hopes of this, she has been sent to contact the Order of the Whirling Serpent and to apprentice there for 3 years. Her guardian monks have also noticed a somewhat disturbing inclination towards coldness in her dealings with her fellow humans, and hoped that in sending her out of their keeping to see more of the world she would learn to care passionately for something other than fighting. She is a very deep thinker and finds it difficult to connect with people on a purely mundane level.
Occassionally you will see a dwarf named Fifur around Daris. He is somewhat touched in the head, some say due to being dropped as a baby, and has spells in which he runs about aimlessly, laughing and saying hello or goodby for no apparent reason. He's not the brightest fellow around, but basically good-natured and always up for a battle or a drink.
Diotima Ridenow is another bard who has been in Daris from it's earlier days. She has not been around much lately, as her travels have taken her far afield, and she is considering moving on to stay in another town. She has always been a victem of wanderlust , always searching for new experiences and people, never quite satisfied, never able to focus her energies on just one thing.

[Shalandravv]

Hey! It's Shalandra! Gotta warn you guys , this one's a bit long winded! Enjoy though!
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A thunder crackle boomed out of the sky as the seas chopped against the sides of the vessel that dared traverse its waters. A lone , beautiful, blue haired woman stood still with the torrents of the wind and rain,
her crystalline eyes marked with a combination of desire , innocence and longing for adventure. The water running down her face , flowed down across the red ruby circlet adorning her forehead. A Long Sword , strapped across her back , she seemed well muscled and sturdy for an adventurer., albeit , a bit small , standing at only 5'6 .She pondered deep in thought , as a crewman pointed toward the light in the distance.

"Land Ho!" he shouted triumphantly. At once the sea began to calm slowly , as the light of a crescent moon came from a parting in the clouds. The woman strode to the front of the ship as it weighed anchor in the port. She stepped off onto the docks, studying her surroundings.

"Welcome to Dasaria , lass." The captain said boldly. Reaching into his pocket , he produced a small pipe and proceeded to light it. He was a rather fatherly looking man , with a full beard , and a large stout body. His rain drenched cloak dripped onto the docks.. "I can't imagine why you want to be here." The captain said. "There's a whole war going on around in this region , you know...?"

The young woman looked up at him , with a faint smile on her face. "That's precisely why I'm here." she said in a calm , elegant manner."People shouldn't have to suffer with this. Any difference I can make to help would mean a lot." she glanced downward momentarily. "Besides... I have my own reasons as well.".

Sighing slightly , the Captain gave her a smile and shook his pipe. "Well , I hope you find what you were looking for ." Stepping back onto the ship , he turned around a brief glance at her. "Just watch your head out there." he said. The young , Half-Elven woman smiled to him appreciatively , nodding. Turning forward , she took a deep breath of the ocean air ,stepping off of the docks . Letting her mind wander a bit,
she headed toward the town center.

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Born to Timor and Eliandra Velvax in the port city of Gulashir , a town far flung to the west , across the ocean from Dasaria , Shalandra was always a very serious child. Brought up by her father , and mother , Shalandra lived a rather happy life.


Timor , was a rather tall , proud , powerful presence in Shalandra's life.
He worked as a professional mercenary , but never spoke much of his life to Shalandra. He would often encourage and instill within her a sense of justice, that a person must have morals , and protect those weaker than themselves. He lived and died by his profession , and held his beliefs strongly , only offering his blade for those of good intent.

Eliandra was an extremely capable Wizard with beautiful blue hair , and elven features ; most of which Shalandra inherited. Perhaps more so than her father , Eliandra's past was extremely secretive. She said nothing of it to Timor and even less of it in front of Shalandra , often ignoring their questions. Most of the memories of her mother revolved around watching her obsess over the books in her study night, after night , after night. Often , she would leave for month long trips at a time ,leaving at odd hours of the evening. The practice always seemed odd to Shalandra. One night , though , she never returned home. Word of her death reached the house 2 weeks later. At the time , Shalandra was merely 10 years old , and shocked beyond words. Timor too , fell into depression , and the house was marked by tragedy and despair. Timor eventually outgrew his sadness, and replaced it with a bold attitude. He took it his responsibility to raise Shalandra. One morning , she begged her father to teach her the way of the sword. After what had happened with Eliandra , Timor did not hesitate.

Shalandra was remarkable with the sword . She displayed natural talent all over . Every morning they would train , to well into the afternoon. Even when he was off on his own duties , Shalandra would better her own techniques while he was away. Every parry , strike , and reposte was met with an approving smile, and every mistake was seen as an opportunity to try harder and learn. Her father was very supportive of each and every one of her efforts.

Upon her 19th birthday , Shalandra stepped out her door to a cloudy rainstorm. As she walked out onto the front lawn for training , her face froze in horrified shock. A lone man stood over the freshly lain corpse of her father. Clad in a suit golden platemail donning a Great Sword with the symbol of a black dragon on the blade, he turned his eyes toward Shalandra. His eyes were a pitch black , holding no pupils whatsoever. Drawing her sword bravely , she confronted him futilely , head on. He disarmed her effortlessly and proceeded to plunge the blade straight through her abdomen. As she cried out in pain ,
the warrior held an empty expression. He withdrew the blade , and walked off , leaving her to bleed to death in the cold , unforgiving rain.
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"Three years...... has it really been that long?" the young woman muttered to herself , as she walked toward of Daris. Turning her head , she watched the children play by the small benches. She amusingly watched a small boy with wooden stick play-sword fighting with a girl. She turned forward again , bumping headfirst into a veritable wall of steel.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" a strong voice spoke. She stepped back in alarm , rubbing her nose. Looking up again , she saw a pair of travelers. Hastily , she apologized. "Don't worry about it." he grinned. "This is my friend Kaelin." He motioned to the dark skinned man in leather armor to the right of him. Pounding his own armored chest with one hand , he grinned proudly. "My name's Kashard Irndzek. Who might you be ?".

Looking up at him slowly , she spoke :"My name is .... Shalandra Velvax.".


(REVISED VERSION OF THE PAST IN THE TALES AND STORIES SECTION! Check it out! -- Shal))

[Ice_Zero]

My name is Zernomus Flomen. I was born and raised in an upper class family, living in a small kingdom with my mother and father. My father was a knight who fought for our king, and my mother was a servant for our queen. My father was one of the kings best knights and served him with much loyalty. For years the kingdom lived in peace free of evil and corruption. But one early morning on my 13th birthday hordes of Varanites entered into the kingdom and started a raid. I watched from up in a tower as the Varanites killed many of my fathers? friends. Uncountable numbers of the Varanites kept pouring through the gates of the city. My father and the king were unable to hold their ground and were driven back farther into the kingdom. My mother hid with the queen in a church, which was to be a safe haven. It wasn?t very long until it was only the king and my father left fighting. I watched in horror as the Varanites surrounded them. I knew then there was no hope for them and that my life was about to change forever. I rushed down the tower stairs trying to escape before they found me. It was there I ran into a strange looking elf who told me to follow him because; he knew a way out of kingdom. I followed him and he led me out of the kingdom. We soon came to a small stable in the woods, which had two horses waiting for us. He told me that we were still not safe and we must keep going. I took one last look, back at the kingdom I had known as home since birth. Huge flames had engulfed it entirely. So I continued on with this man I knew nothing about. He told me that we were headed to a small town two days away. On the journey he told me much about who he was and where he had come from. His name was Jaysenir; he was an elf, a master tanner, and new much in the arts of fighting. I asked him if he would let me be his apprentice so I could become as great a man as he. I knew if I was to become an apprentice, I would be able to gain the skills i need to have my revenge for my fathers? death and kill all the Varanites who invaded my home. When we finally arrived at our destination he introduced me to a land known as Dasar. It was there that i started my training and for several years I trained under him learning as much as I possibly could so I could have my revenge. It is only now that i have begun to fight this war with.