Rpgs used in: Crusades and Curses

Full Name: Robert Melpomene Davidson

Nickname(s): Rob, Melly

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Build: Average

Hair: Short, brown. Yellow locks.

Eye Color: Light brown.

Status: Single, not really looking - won't say no though.

Sexuality: Bisexual, propensity towards females.

Like(s): His art. He is a singer, composer, and musician (plays the cello), even though the favors the latter two. He likes having fun - and pretty stuff. Magical stuffs, too.

Dislike(s): Rude people, gloomy people... unpleasant people.

Fear(s): Eviction. He is slowly getting there, though. Deadbeat, he is. And whenever he gets a paid job, he spends it all in a whim.

Theme Song(s):

Personality: Fun, easy-going, somewhat childish sometimes. Easily distracted and fooled, naive too. He's very bright, but most of the time he's too lazy to put it to work. Often associates people to songs he himself composed. Can also become fooled by his own illusions, if he forgets he created them. He is also a very messy person: his apartment is a chaos, with scribbled pieces of paper all around the place.

Abilities: A very talented musician, but he finds it hard to make a living of it. Good singing voice, great cello skillz. On the songs he composes... it's either love it to death or hate it to death.

He is a pretty good illusionist also, using his skills quite a bit whenever he feels like it.

Quote: "I'll play your melody for you one day. But today, we frolic!"
"Oh look, I forgot to tie my shoelaces again."
"...Joke's on me again!" *laughs*


Special Notes: He hates, hates, hates, hates HATES HATES HATES HATES being called by his middle name. Therefore, people who don't like him often call him Melly.

(he is however secretly very proud of that name)

Name: Lena Rodriguez

Age: 27

Occupation: Currently, a hired gun. Used to be a hitwoman.

Looks: Lena is somewhat tall and slender. Her deep brown eyes share their color with her long, wavy hair (she wears a ponytail). She wears a pair of rimmed glasses at all times. She also never forgets her rifle (her gun, as she puts it), which she calls the Narcissus. Her skill with this rifle is remarkable, and should her be forced to use it, she knows human anatomy well enough to know where to shoot at to incapacitate, kill, cripple, or cause pain, depending on the situation.

The clothes she wears greatly depend on her mood, but she often wears a black cloak with a hood, if not to conceal the Narcissus, then at least to hide her trusty knife - even though she only used it twice in her long career. Also, boots.

Personality: She is a very simple-minded, gentle and thoughtful person. She is also bright, educated, polite (even though a bit extravagant), but rarely resists messing with people sometimes. Besides, the education she received while young (by a band of thieves, no less - but that is a story for another day) still shows today, as while she won't steal, she will probably use your pen to write down her notes on your paper. She is also currently writing a book: the story of a gentlemanly hitman who always leaves a note (Love, The Hood - which incidentally is also the book's title) who was assigned to take down a dangerous serial killer. She draws inspiration from her past, and it is practically (and so far) a two hundred and thirty-six page-long autobiography, the only difference being the protagonist's gender and some other minor details.

That cheerful personality makes her a great friend - that is, if you don't know how she used to be and how she used to think (or if you do and don't care). While she was gunning down people for cash, she followed a strict morality, made of five simple rules:

1-   Job is always first. (A targeted friend is a friend to take down, but still a friend, and one is allowed to mourn the deceased after the job was complete - some would find her hypocritical, but that was merely her mentality.)
2-   A job doesn't affect personal affairs. (Lena would not look at someone differently because of their job, of her own. She also expected that treatment from others.)
3-   No feelings while working. (Hesitation ruins one's aim; regret was especially inadmissible, because of rule 2 makes it clear that Lena the person doesn't take down the target; Lena the hired assassin does.)
4-   No counter-offers. (People about to die always try to buy their way out.)
5-   Always leave a note: Not hate, but love. Signed, a wild flower. (For publicity and poetry's sake, and also as a form of professional respect for the recently deceased.)

Name: Nalsin

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Tail Type: Dark-blue, similar to a marlin's. Even though most scales are dark-blue, a few are cerulean and are distributed seemingly at random. The caudal fin is slightly bigger than most other merfolk's, allowing for fast movement.

Hair Color: Short, black.

Eye Color: Dark brown.

Skin Color: Somewhat tanned.

Things and stuff: A shark tooth necklace (he will say he hunted the shark, but in fact he picked them up from the sea bed) and a spear made of coral. Sometimes necessary when adventuring.

Personality: Adventurous, inquisitive. He is a very simple person who just wants to have fun most of the time. He sometimes likes to brag about his swimming speed, which may make him seem a bit obnoxious at start, but an innocent soul lies behind that. Nalsin dislikes staying in the same place for too long, and as such wanders around a lot.

It looks like Leblanc is the guy that is keeping my char busy most of the time. Can't wait to see their chemistry

Tis time to recover a Rimannian I thought I'd never see again.


Name: Allimander. That's what they call him anyway.

Gender: Male

Age: Every time he's asked, he gives a different answer. If he gives an answer at all.

Occupation: Lieutenant/Mad Magician

Looks: He is somewhat short, completely bald, and his body seems to twitch very often, which can get somewhat annoying. Dark skin. His left eye is blue, the right one has no pupil - that has probably something to do with the big nasty scar over it. He's got others, the worse-looking ones being the one over his stomach, and the many little ones on his head and forehead. Wears red, stained robes.

Personality/mannerisms: He's... different. They messed up his brain. Infused his brain with magic in an attempt to give regular people magic powers - didn't work so well. He snapped, his body and mind couldn't take it. Now he's dangerously unstable, childishly cruel at times, very easily angered at others. And while most of the time he is relatively normal, at others, well... he's completely batshit.

He works as a Lieutenant of the Guard in Domaria, since people are so scared of him they don't even dare - surprisingly, he is very easily ordered around. Show some confidence and he'll submit. Most of the time.


Magicks: This guy's magic is not nearly as unpredictable as he is - luckily. Allimander taps directly into the essence of magic, usually without any kind of 'refining' or control. He uses pure energy to achieve the effects his messed up mind desires - turn energy into matter and vice-versa. That would be dangerous in the right hands - but with Allimander controlling it, you won't get much besides protective shields, moderately powerful energy bombs, and various kinds of magical blasts. Allimander cannot cast magic without the result being noisy and colorful - nor he wants to.