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About FiksalSunstorm

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  • Birthday 11/24/1993
  1. In the past few weeks, we have made an assault on the lairs of many of Azeroth's enemies, and fought off the Horde in many places. Recently, one of the Officers was kidnapped by an unknown group, who also nearly killed a Sergeant.
  2. Full Name:Unknown, though he identifies himself as Kinton, or many others. Nicknames:He insists on using whatever fake name he says. Date of Birth:12-27, 23 years ago. Age:23 Race:Human Gender:Male Hair:Black Skin:Pale Eyes:A dark grey Height:6'5" Weight:213lbs.(Mostly muscle honed from years of training) Place of residence:The Crimson Vanguard Headquarters Place of Birth:Lordaeron Known Relatives:A sister, living in Theramore currently. Religion/Philosophy:The Light, Protecting those he loves, and fighting with honor. Occupation:Soldier Group/Guild affiliation:The Crimson Vanguard Guild Rank:Commander Enemies:Horde, Threats to the Alliance, Three unknown death knights. Favorite Foods:Dalaran Doughnut, Dalaran Swiss Wheel, Conjured Croissant, Stormwind Favorite Drinks:Bottle of Dalaran White, Halaani Whiskey. Favorite Colors:Black,White, Silver Weapons of Choice:His elven blade or his command over fire. Physical Features:Has small scars running in a spiral around three of his fingers(Index,Middle,Ring), showing up clearly in raised white marks. Special Abilities:When he draws his sword, he usually draws it in an instant and is slicing through the enemy the next.He is also very skilled in fighting with the sword, and specializes in fire and ice in his abilities. Positive Personality Traits:Very calm, loyal, and fairly trustworthy, Negative Personality Traits:Very Quiet, Will sometimes act violently without a thought Misc. Quirks:Observes everyone in the room most of the time,frequently will become completely focused on something, and always seems worried about something Played by What Famous Person:Byakuya Kuchiki(A character in Bleach) Theme Songs:Faint by Linkin Park- History:Largely Unknown, though if someone were to dig through the military records enough they would find he served during the Third War and in the fight against the Lich King. Anyway asking him about his history would be either answered with a made-up one, or he would tell the truth that he doesn't remember any of it. (insert close-up portrait shot of character here if they like) ( ^At a special occasion)
  3. The Seventy Third is always recruiting. Also, hai!! Welcome back.
  4. <p>That Character Journal is AWESOME! Is there actually a guild or some such you are creating for this? If so..... >.> My gnome is sick of Big people....</p>

  5. Fiksal stood in the library of Dalaran, walking along it's oak shelves, filled with books from around Azeroth. He moved to the abck of it, where several musty tomes resided. He reached forward, picking one at random and blowing softly, the dust scattering off it. He peered closer, trying to find the title, but finding only writing in an odd language, one he did not understand that criss-crossed over a title in common, blocking it out. He flipped forward a few pages, taking a seat and reading the first chapter, learning quickly it was a collection of stories.He then began reading.... "Vinkono and Ritos" "Two villagers lived in their village, never having met each other or seen each other. One lived away from the village on a farm, the other the daughter of the innkeeper.The man on the farm did his work every day, working hard to make sure all the food and supplies they would need to live and trade with were well-tended and grew well before the coming of winter. The woman worked the coins given for pay at the inn, measuring them for weight and therefore value, and making sure the ones who attempted to pay with false coins were not rewarded for their cunning with a bed,food,and drink.They lived their lives as everyone else in the village did, thankfully with a set path and knowing what they would do, training under the people they wished to take over for someday. They reached the age of eighteen, being accepted by their village as adults, along with others of the same age. Time passed, and the woman's father was struck by a strange illness during the winter, passing away when she was nineteen.She took over the inn, keeping the travelers that visited the village comforted as her father had done. The man worked relentlessly until he had obtained a farm of his own, where he grew what he knew how to each year.Time passed further, with them both leading their lives until the day a meteor fell from the sky, crashing into the ground of the village. All flocked to it, wondering it's purpose and what it was. Some hailed it as a sign from the gods, an omen. Others took it for a blessing, that it would give them good health granted by the gods. The man and woman shared a different opinion, one granted by the strange feeling they received from the rock. It permeated their being and sent a chill in them, and the rock seemed to grow more menacing and eerie by the day. One night, both seperately decided to investigate the rock by some means. They approached the rock as night fell upon the town and doors were closed, families sinking into beds for sleep. They met, and could sense the strangeness that had sunk inside both of them from the strange rock. They made a plan, and came back the next day at twilight, both with large hammers taken from the blacksmith. They brought the hammers down upon the rock once,twice, three times. On the third strike a shaft of gleaming green shot up from the rock, and the rock split. They looked inside the rock, and saw two beings curled inside. Both beings eyes opened,revealing pure white. The beings shot out of the rock, the green glow adding to their godly splendor.The two villagers stood dumbfounded, watching the beings. The beings spoke in unison, their voices silky yet powerful. "We are Vinkono and Ritos, the bringers of Light and Dark. Come to us once again tomorrow, and our presence shall be explained." The villagers nodded, and ran to their homes. When the village discovered the split rock, they searched the town for any signs of who had done it, beleiveing this act would greatly displease their gods. The two villagers stayed away from the others, coming back at nightfall. The two beings appeared, and spoke again with their odd voices. "The world you know is plain, and simple. All know their path. But the gods do not want this. In order for you to flourish, and become what the gods wish, you must act independent." And so the two beings lifted their arms in unison, a wave of brightness flowing over the village and the world, before darkness came and flushed the brightness out. They turned to each other, and took each others hands, and the light and darkness merged and took their forms as day and night, before the beings disappeared in a bright flash, along with the two villagers, never to be seen again. The world gained night and day, which made the village and the rest of the world stray from their paths, to different ones. Better ones, which in time allowed the world to shape and form and grow. (I'm going to submit some short stories that have no real meaning, just stuff I've thought about or written at one time or another. I hope you enjoy!)
  6. Fïksal strode through the streets of Stormwind, eyes narrowed against the stream of rain pouring from the dark, cloudy sky. He had received a letter, earlier in the day, of a meeting...What was there was not revealed to him, but his curious nature relentlessly pushed him to the agreed location. His runeblades were sheathed, their icy glow hidden in sheaths of Dwarven make and Elvish elegance. His cloak hung about the back of his armor, blending in with the dark tone. He saw a small tavern, and opened the door slightly. He saw many patrons, some regular workmen and a few well-dressed people, obviously in some level of wealthiness. All were drinking from mugs, tankards, and glasses filled with ale. The men were drinking and laughing, a man of music standing upon a small crate, playing a song and dancing, his bright cloak swirling around him. Fiksal weaved through the group and down into the basement, sitting at the lone table on which one man sat already,a Paladin in shining armor. He glared at Fiksal for a moment, obviously distressed by his nature. The Paladin muttered something to himself, and looked up the stairs, awaiting the arrival of any others who were invited. ((Feel free to join in with your own character. If you do join in, they should have got a letter looking like this: "Come to the Blue Recluse Tavern at nine. Go to the basement, and sit at the table. I will arrive shortly after, and explain why you must come." ))
  7. Fïksal journeyed through the misty broken remains of the once great wall that secluded Gilneas from the world. The Forsaken had relinquished their endless assault for at least this moment, giving him time to see the shattered remains of the Greymane Wall, and what lied inside. The mist lay heavy here, blocking light and visibility that stretched to any reasonable distance. Fïksal looked up into the mist, where the stars lay twinkling and showing their calm resilience and steadfastness, always there. He looked down from the stars, and caught the faintest hint of a shadow in the distance. It was odd...none could be seen so far, yet the figure stood there..a black outline,still as stone. Then, a flicker and it was gone. Fïksal stared at the space it had been at for a moment, dismissing it from his mind. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small timepiece of Gnomish make. He wiped the mist and condensation from it's glass cover with the slight bit of cloth on his gauntlet, looking at the time. It was late...he needed to report back to Theramore soon. He closed it with a small click as the latch snapped into place, tucking it back into his pocket. He turned from the Wall, moving out towards the mist's edge. Then the figure, immediately in front of him for a moment, then gone. He placed a hand on one of the hilts of his runeblades, eyes scanning the area around him with the calm professional gaze of one who had seen combat and faced death and come out fighting still, the gaze of a soldier. The faintest shadow at the corner of his eye, then gone once more. Then a chant, resonating through the mist when all else was muffled and drowned out. The Undead come To breach our Wall But before, the mage That cursed us all Then the mage Who made us call Again, the mage Who shattered us all Now, the man Who watches our Wall And the ones, who wish To kill us all. The chant picked up as others joined it, five figures appearing in the mist. Fïksal clenched his fist tighter, the bands of leather on the runeblades hilt feeling familiar and ready in his hand.He drew the blade slowly, only revealing a few inches of the dark steel emblazoned with icy runes.The sound of steel sliding on leather drove them into action, five figures charging from the mist. One roared out in an animal's howling call, "The smell of undeath shall be driven from this land!" Fïksal wrinkled his nose slightly at the comment, drawing the runeblade. He slid one foot slightly sideways, lowering the sword so it could act as needed. A figure, leaping from the mist towards him, was met by an outstretched hand delivering an icy touch that drove the wolf-man to the ground, another leaping figure met by a coil of death.The three remaining vanished from the mist, reappearing in front of him almost fifty feet away. One stood at the forefront of his fellows, the others at either side. They stepped in unison towards him, one snarling his hatred. They finally came into view, gray fur and the eyes of a wolf that held the intelligence of a humanoid creature. They stood there for several moments, the leader examining the man in black plate armor with a sliver of silver protruding from a small leather holder, two sheaths on his back forming an X, one retaining a runeblade, one devoid. And most of all he stared into the icy blue eye that cast a slight illumination in the dark hood that cast shadows over the face, revealing the slightest outline of a mouth.The leader snarled to the others guarding him, "This one smells of undeath..yet he is not. He is not like the others...the ones that come to kill us all." Fïksal replied with a slight nod, eyes flicking to the two stretched on the ground clutching where the runic powers had hit them. He bowed his head slightly, apologetically. The leader nodded slightly, then turned to the others. They moved, and helped the two on the ground up and into the mist. The leader of them stood there, facing Fïksal and not speaking. Then the leader vanished away into the mist, leaving Fïksal wondering of the Men in the Mist, and the ones who came to kill them all.
  8. 1.Not many hotspots, though there is a daily RP event at the Old Town Pig and Whistle Tavern over in SW. I've seen alot of RPers there 2. The Seventy Third is an RP/Raiding/PvP guild. We're getting alot more active in raiding and RP, but we don't PvP a whole lot. 3.The Horde is about 5 to 1 to Alliance population-wise, but I hear alot of Hordies are going Alliance. The PvP is pretty good, though Warsong Gulch is horrible for Alliance...we don't win often =P
  9. That'd be cool, but I don't know where LC meetings are held >.>
  10. -Tianduin, Wildhammer Shaman -Tydilar(Troll druid on diff. server) -Landoras(Tauren Protadin) -Verelani(Night Elf Hunter)
  11. In this time, Azeroth faces many threats. The Horde and Deathwing ravage our land and people, the military standing up to any threats to the Alliance. We fight for all the citizens of the Alliance, and we will not give up until we know they are safe. We are the Hammer of the Alliance, the Seventy Third. We will stand strong against the Horde as we did before, and stand strong against Deathwing as we stood strong against the Lich King with so many others, and as we stood strong against all the dangers our citizens have faced. Though stationed in Theramore, our forces are deployed around Azeroth to defend our brethren fighting in places like Stonetalon and Ashenvale. We will not give up. We will not give in. The Alliance's enemies will fall beneath it's Hammer, and the soldiers with us will deliver the Hammer. (( The Seventy Third is an RP/Raiding guild, based on the premise of a military unit. We have 150 members currently. Here is the link to our forums: If you wish to join, contact Branngas,Altherion,Edrane,Faelyx,Cyllos,Nelgrim,or Fïksal in game.))
  12. [ATTACH]380[/ATTACH] Azeroth sees many threats in this time. The treaty broken, the Shattering of our world, the onslaught of demons at the Dark Portal. The Seventy Third Company of the Seventh Legion of the Grand Alliance Military stands amidst these threats, and fights for our citizens. Throughout all the attacks against the Alliance, we will be there, fighting to keep our towns and cities safe.We are stationed in Theramore Isle, though our forces are deployed all over Azeroth, and beyond, into the broken remnants of Draenor. Now, more than ever, recruits are needed to help our Worgen allies in their homeland, our Kaldorei friends in Ashenvale and the Stonetalon Mountains, and many other places. We have lost many in the Shattering, and in battles. But the Hammer of the Alliance shall stand strong. We will not fall. And we will defend against invading forces until we or the enemy are wiped out. (( The Seventy Third is an RP/Raiding guild, based on the premise of a military company. We have near 150 members currently. If you wish to join, contact Branngas,Altherion,Edrane,Faelyx,Cyllos,or Fïksal in game.))
  13. Many of you went on this grand tour of what will sadly now be called "old" Azeroth. Me and the Cap took some screencaps, so without further adieu, here's a few of the places we went:
  14. Well, actually, I've been in the RP channel since near it started, when our calendars were chock full of events. I never find any RP in there....all that goes on now is Felol's Old Town at Eight, and I went there a couple of times....incredibly boring, imo >_> But, yeah, SW will probably be full of RPers now that I think about it. Thanks.