Deep within the center of are universe lies a planet. If you dug a hole 5 feet below the ground you would find a special crystal that the entire planets underground called cristallum. The capital of this planet is a kingdom cauld cristallopia They've learned how to harness the cristallum to make a energy source cauld Crium. Crium can be used to do what humans would call spells except you wouldn't wave a wand and yell "Expelliamus" You would infuse Crium with weapons. Unfortunately you cannot infuse Crium with modern days guns so the people of cristallopia Traveled back the the days of the old and infused this new found power with swords, spears and bows! they also invented wands and staves that really harness the magical side of crium. All went well! But lately strange things have been happening things that no one can explain! Its your job to find the source of these things and stop them!
Name: Axorez Age: 18 Bio: An innocent boy that usually fights enemies with spears. Xp: 0/15 Level: 1 Class: N/A Inventory: 1,000,000 (what?) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I do think that the sheet has too few stuff though. And you should try doing a more modern one. :|
Name: Sean Deane Age: Mid-20's Bio: A novice woodcutter under his fathers instruction. A family trade for seven generations. Unknowledgeable about the outer world and it's goings on. The farthest he's ever been is the nearby trade-town, this is where he found his axe, imbued with Crium so it never becomes dull or blunt. Description: Squat standing at 5 foot 10 inches with broad shoulders that showed him off to be a Deane. Dirty black hair is shaved close to his head and he has a lighter brown scraggly beard. Personality: Naive, trusting, easily impressed by those who seem to know about the outside world, stands up for his friends and family. Xp: 0/15 Level: 1 Class: N/A Inventory: $1,000,000 Equipment: Head: Goggles Body: Woodworkers clothes Feet: Working boots Primary Weapon 1: Axe Primary Weapon 2: None Secondary Weapon: None -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sorry I had forgotten about this, I wasn't even sure I Had registered to this!
Name: Sean Deane Age: Mid-20's Bio: A novice woodcutter under his fathers instruction. A family trade for seven generations. Unknowledgeable about the outer world and it's goings on. The farthest he's ever been is the nearby trade-town, this is where he found his axe, imbued with Crium so it never becomes dull or blunt. Description: Squat standing at 5 foot 10 inches with broad shoulders that showed him off to be a Deane. Dirty black hair is shaved close to his head and he has a lighter brown scraggly beard. Personality: Naive, trusting, easily impressed by those who seem to know about the outside world, stands up for his friends and family. Xp: 0/15 Level: 1 Class: N/A Inventory: $1,000,000 Equipment: Head: Goggles Body: Woodworkers clothes Feet: Working boots Primary Weapon 1: Axe Primary Weapon 2: None Secondary Weapon: None
One day you are chopping wood and you get a strange feeling. you pass it off at first but it keeps getting stronger you feel like something is coming from... from.. the sky.
Name: Sean Deane Age: Mid-20's Bio: A novice woodcutter under his fathers instruction. A family trade for seven generations. Unknowledgeable about the outer world and it's goings on. The farthest he's ever been is the nearby trade-town, this is where he found his axe, imbued with Crium so it never becomes dull or blunt. Description: Squat standing at 5 foot 10 inches with broad shoulders that showed him off to be a Deane. Dirty black hair is shaved close to his head and he has a lighter brown scraggly beard. Personality: Naive, trusting, easily impressed by those who seem to know about the outside world, stands up for his friends and family. Xp: 0/15 Level: 1 Class: N/A Inventory: $1,000,000 Equipment: Head: Goggles Body: Woodworkers clothes Feet: Working boots Primary Weapon 1: Axe Primary Weapon 2: None Secondary Weapon: None
I finish the tree I'm chopping, Da said it was a bad habit to leave a tree half done. After navigating it to the ground I look up.
Name: Sean Deane Age: Mid-20's Bio: A novice woodcutter under his fathers instruction. A family trade for seven generations. Unknowledgeable about the outer world and it's goings on. The farthest he's ever been is the nearby trade-town, this is where he found his axe, imbued with Crium so it never becomes dull or blunt. Description: Squat standing at 5 foot 10 inches with broad shoulders that showed him off to be a Deane. Dirty black hair is shaved close to his head and he has a lighter brown scraggly beard. Personality: Naive, trusting, easily impressed by those who seem to know about the outside world, stands up for his friends and family. Xp: 0/15 Level: 1 Class: N/A Inventory: $1,000,000 Equipment: Head: Goggles Body: Woodworkers clothes Feet: Working boots Primary Weapon 1: Axe Primary Weapon 2: None Secondary Weapon: None
You look up and see nothing at first but than you make out something but your not sure what it is but than you start to see more there are tons of them falling than you see it there crystals the size of a small table!
Name: Sean Deane Age: Mid-20's Bio: A novice woodcutter under his fathers instruction. A family trade for seven generations. Unknowledgeable about the outer world and it's goings on. The farthest he's ever been is the nearby trade-town, this is where he found his axe, imbued with Crium so it never becomes dull or blunt. Description: Squat standing at 5 foot 10 inches with broad shoulders that showed him off to be a Deane. Dirty black hair is shaved close to his head and he has a lighter brown scraggly beard. Personality: Naive, trusting, easily impressed by those who seem to know about the outside world, stands up for his friends and family. Xp: 0/15 Level: 1 Class: N/A Inventory: $1,000,000 Equipment: Head: Goggles Body: Woodworkers clothes Feet: Working boots Primary Weapon 1: Axe Primary Weapon 2: None Secondary Weapon: None
"Dad." I say with uncertainty as I begin to move toward the house, "Dad!" I shout my voice still calm, "Dad!!" I begin shouting, "Dad what's going on?"
