[b]Name[/b]: Scar (Alias)
[b]Age[/b]: 25
[b]Star[/b]: Tensoku Star - The Godspeed Star
[b]Hometown[/b]: Let the records show that Scar hails from the Island Nations. It is unknown otherwise, but the just so the records are correctly transcribed.
[b]Occupation[/b]: Thief
[b]Weapon[/b]: Baram and Tizona, Jito and Nitta, Kuraido and Interceptor
[b]Runes[/b]: Raven Rune
[b]Class and MP[/b]: Combat Caster
[b]Character Description[/b]: (Needs work.)
[b]Biography[/b]: Scar, (and good luck trying to get him to reveal his real name!), is a freelance thief. There isn't a job too big or too small that he will turn down. His stealth skills are second to none. Thanks can be attributed to his natural talents, but the majority of the credit has to belong to his unique Raven Rune. The Raven Rune, which Scar pilfered in his travels long ago makes him the ideal covert operative. The Raven Rune allows Scar to blend into the shadows of any of his surroundings making him invisible to the naked eye. He could be standing in the very same room as someone and they would not have the slightest clue. Scar is not a cutthroat by nature, but that does not mean he has never taken the life of a target he has been paid to eliminate either.  
[b]Personality[/b]: Scar is not a cold person, but he is very calculating. He accepts only missions he has confidence he can accomplish and rarely works with anyone. To anyone who does come in contact with Scar, he can come off as quiet, sarcastic, or often cynical individual. To his close friends he has been known to be a practical jokester, but those are few and far between.
[b]RP Sample[/b]:

Water splashed him in the face, waking him from his unconscious state. His eyes slowly started to open, his view was hazy and everything was a blur. His eyelids squinted, the images around him were foreign. His body was lying in the dirt of a chamber of some sort. Above he could hear the murmur of people chanting and cheering. Two torches hung on opposite sides of the pit, far too high for anyone to reach. The flames flickered with the passing winds. The lights cracked and sparked in the dark arena setting. It seemed apparent that it was nighttime otherwise. Down below they created a dim shadow on the far left side of the open area.

Scar could not help but to smile.

A voice echoed from up above, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention. It seems as though our entertainment is beginning to stir." He was reckless. He accepted this job from a shady Zexen contact. "Four men enter the death pit, only one gets out, or if we are lucky, all of them perish!" The plan seemed simple, but perhaps it was too simple. Scar was to infiltrate an underground fighting coliseum and eliminate the slave hoarder that called himself the Ringmaster. The crowd ate up the announcers introduction. "The walls are lined with spikes and weapons. It's every man for himself." To be honest, Scar was not really paying much attention to the rules of the contest. "We know each of you has a history of violence, so killing for survival should not come as a new prospect for any of you." The man chuckled to himself.

It seemed as though the other men down below were not hesitating. All three men ran towards the closest weapon and prepared to defend themselves. The voice chimed in again. "Oh and please do not try to escape." As he said that an arrow whizzed through the air and struck one of the men in the head, striking him dead on contact. "And please, trust me. If you survive I shall reward you for your heroics. Begin!"

"Peh," Scar said as he jumped to his feet upon hearing the sound of footsteps from behind. He was unarmed and had to create a diversion long enough to create an escape plan. He turned to the man who had picked up a pole arm and shield who was advancing on him. Scar quickly slapped the long slender spear to his right side, evading the initial thrust. He then grabbed the man by the wrist and started to fall on his back. He placed his right foot on the man's mid section and used his momentum to fling him on his back. The crowd went wild. The man dropped his shield upon impact. Scar picked it up.

With Shield in hand, Scar turned his attention to the other man much to the crowd's disapproval. Boos starting cascading down from the stadium seats, but it did not faze Scar. An arrow came for him, but he quickly deflected the attempt on his life. The other man stood hesitant opposite of Scar. He was dual wielding short swords, but seemed smart enough to analyze his opponent.

Scar did not hesitate. He used the shield as a projectile and flung it towards the hanging torch on the left arena wall. It man a huge clanging sound as it banged against the wall and shattered the torches mount. Arrows started to fly through the air, but not before Scar reached the fallen flame. He extinguished the dying fire and then vanished as the darkness enveloped that side of the pit.

The crowd grew silent. The announcer went livid. "Find him! This is unacceptable! I will not have these slaves make a mockery of my business!" with a snap of his fingers, the archers stationed up above let out a flurry of arrows into the pit. Both of the two remaining men did not stand a chance. They were riddled with arrows in an instant.

After a minute of pause, the announcer spoke up confidently, "Let it be known I will not be made a fool of," he paused has he let out a prideful chuckle, "This is my arena and no one gets the upper hand on meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" His last words came out as more of a whimper then a proclamation. As soon as he spoke he fell down to the ground, crumpled and deathly still. his guards rushed over to his side, but his fate had been determined already. He had been sent to rest with the men he was trying to play God with.

Scar emerged out of the area with an arrow protruding from his shoulder, "Peh." Was all he said as he looked back at his work. He had climbed out of the pit with the help of some spikes and the hole in the wall he created with the shield. With it being night, he could easily slip past any of the Ringmaster's guards. As the boastful man was making his final speech, Scar had snuck up behind him and delivered a fatal stabbing in the mid section. His prolonged last word was his final grasp of living breath.

"For now, I will have to "repay" my informant," and with that Scar began to travel north.

Introducing...Ray

Ray (last name TBD) will serve as the main character for this story. Hopefully it grows large enough as to where I can branch out and have other characters serve as the focal point for stretches. For now, I will start creating Ray.

Ray is from the Island Nation of Brosa. He works as a fruit farmer for his father. Ray is charming and people seem to enjoy his company. He is of average height and enjoys to drink. He is in decent shape, but suffers from a little bit of a stomach due to his love of spirits. He works outside which keeps him tan.

The population of Brosa is dependant on the time of the year. During the summer times, Brosa is filled with tourist from all around the world. For extra money, Ray takes on the job of being a tour guide during these times. He knows Brosa and the surrounding islands very well. He can navigate through the jungles with ease. He knows the local wildlife and danger areas. He also knows what fruits can be eaten and which ones are deadly.

Ray is not trained in any form of armed fighting, nor is he skilled in any martial arts. He does enjoy going to the coliseum with his friends to watch all of the events there. His favorite gladiator goes by the name Maximus. Deep down Ray wishes he could be like the gladiators. 

Ray comes from a simple family. His father is a local animal herder and his mother runs a tavern by the name of, "Allure." He has one brother and one sister, and a bevy of friends. His best friend, Stefon likes to pick on Ray, but he is a good individual.

Escape

"You never know how important house and home are until they are taken from you."

The Island Nations; a small group of islands off the coast of a small country. They occupy little known resources and are of little strategic importance to any warring nations. The inhabitants of these islands range from natives to travelers to pirates and even criminals in hiding. There are ten major islands within the nation. They are Adu, Bene, Brosa, Duri, Ima, Lot, Oni, Sicil, Troco, and Yaro. Together they are neutral nation which never picks a side in any worldly conflict and enjoy peace and tranquility.  

The Island Nation of Brosa is the northern most island. Brosa is a peaceful territory. Known for its rich plant life and crystal clear waters it serves as a great vacation spot.  It thrives through a rich export system. Much of the worlds sweetest fruits come from Brosa's soil. Brosa also houses many of the world's cattle and poultry. While cheap and cost effective, Brosa boast some of the finer food products without inflating the prices.  

Dracland, an upstart country on the rise has begun to show its muscle in some of the nearby territories. Brosa just so happens to sit right underneath Dracland. Out of nowhere the armies of Dracland begin to pour into the unsuspecting shores of Brosa...

First Post - Explanation

(So, I love fantasy stories and games. If you know anything about me, then you would know that simple fact. I love a good story with a strong medieval setting. It smacks me with some surreal nostalgia that sends me to a better place. Here, I want to try and create something new, something borrowed, and something interesting altogether. I might be taking ideas from places I have experienced prior, but I do wish to make this my own story. The pace at which I write this story may vary at times, but who is actually reading this anyways?)

First of all, I need to create a great main character. I want this to be a very large and expansive story. I want the main character to be on some sort of journey or mission. I want him to meet and befriend many characters in his adventures. I am not going to make the main character some sort of hero, or chosen one. That story is old and cliche. Instead, I want my MC to be an average youth who is very charismatic. It will be his personality that draws people close to him and nothing more. Honestly, you could say that is something I believe closely resembles my life. People, for whatever reason, seem to enjoy my company.