CODE.
Most of my characters have PTSD and they are not okay.
My characters[edit]
| Characters
|
| Name |
Profession |
Race |
Gender |
Level |
Order |
Notes
|
| Myrra Sparkclaw |
 |
 |
 |
80 |
 |
Iron legion, gladium, misfit among Charr. Mercy is not a soldier's luxury. So they tell her. In way over her head. Presses on anyway.
|
| Nisa Visser |
 |
 |
 |
80 |
 |
Elonian refugee, Ebonhawke scout, former Separatist saboteur. An embittered survivor. Always running. Always.
|
| Heulwin |
 |
 |
 |
80 |
 |
Remnants of Dream in a Soundless struggle. Amidst overwhelming empathic noise, a quiet, terrifying voice he can't understand. He seeks answers... if not true silence.
|
| Cymdei |
 |
 |
 |
80 |
 |
Older sister to Heulwin. Friendly, warm of heart if not of hand - but offbeat, unsettling. Weird. There's an edge there somewhere.
|
| Procca |
 |
 |
 |
80 |
 |
Dynamics personified. Boundless enthusiasm. The definition of living is constant discovery. Nothing is sacred in science. Not even science.
|
| Gellir Geirunnr |
 |
 |
 |
80 |
 |
An old, old, old Owl shaman. One last vanguard of her legend. The tired soul yet shall not waver, for honoring her keeps her alive.
|
| Gleenie |
 |
 |
 |
80 |
 |
A wild card, puller of many strings. If she serves something beyond her own ends, no one knows what it is.
|
| Teddy Levone Evans |
 |
 |
 |
80 |
- |
An adaptation of a friend's Spy OC from TF2 (with her knowledge). Stabby stabby.
|
| Panther Ghostcaller |
 |
 |
 |
80 |
- |
Long live the mighty hunter. May his Mistly snackrifices be endless.
|
| Hekla Hansdóttir |
 |
 |
 |
new |
- |
A loud, proud, aspiring skaald. Sharp as the knife, stubborn as the stone, stalwart as the Bear.
|