Hero's of Zenthra profiles

This is the profile thread for "Hero's of Zenthra" a soon to be made RP from the "Male Only Fantasy RP Idea" thread I made to find if anyone was interested.

Character sheet
Name: (What do we call him?)
Age: (how old is he?)
Main job class affinity: (which of the starter jobs does your character have a natural talent for being)
Description: (what does he look like? Blond hair? Caucasian? African?)
Profession: (what was he before he became a hero?)
Height: (How tall are you?)
Weight:
Genital size:
Position: (Top?Bottom?Flip?)
Preferred weapon: (the weapon that your character likes to use, some classes won't use it though. A priest with a broad sword doesn't quite make sense.)
Bio: (what is their back story)


Name: Julian Manslin
Age: Twenty four
Main job class affinity: Priest
Description: Julian is Caucasian with blue eyes, short dirty blond hair, a few scars on his hands and arms, an athletic build and clean shaven.
Profession: Black smith's assistant
Height: 5'9
Weight: 160
Genital size: Flaccid Length: 5 inches, Erect 9 inches Flaccid Girth: 3 inches Erect girth: 5 inches
Position: Flip but prefers to bottom.
Preferred weapon: Scythe
Bio: Julian's family lived just south of Zenthra, his father was a black smith and his mother was the local herbalist. Julian grew up helping his father in the forge by getting more wood to burn, getting his father his tools and keeping the shop clean. When he wasn't helping his father in the forge he was out helping his mother pick herbs in the garden.

When Julian was a teen he knew he was different from the other boys, after hitting puberty he had no interest in women at all. Though other men was another story. Julian's first crush was a mercenary that came by to get his blade repaired. The two managed to meet up a few times and a relationship developed. Julian lost his virginity to the man, and shortly after he left the village for a job, and never returned. Three months later word arrived of his death. Julian grieved for a time but eventually managed to move on by devoting himself to his work. Julian's family is currently in Zenthra selling their wares and buying new tools. Little did Julian know his life was about to change.

Name: Ruari O'Connal
Age: 20
Main job class affinity: Thief
Description: Ruari is a caucasion man with silvery blue/teal eyes, short brown hair that when wet reaches just past his ears, some light stubble on his chin and anthletic build
Profession: Messeger
Height: 5'11
Weight: 173.3 lbs.
Genital size: Length when flacid is 6.5", when hard he is 11.75". Girth when flacid is 2", when hard 4.5"
Position: Flip, but is normally a bottom, he will often top if he can tease an hurt his partner a little.
Preferred weapon: Brass knuckles with blades at the end.
Bio: Ruari was raised in a small village in North Zenthra, his father worked as an Herbologist and his mother couldn't work because of an ailment. Beeing raised in this town was hard and almost everything was a struggle.

When he was 10 his mother died and his father sank into a deep depression, eventually the man decided to see his wife in heaven and overdosed on Belladonna, a narcotic herb usually used to remedy insomnia or restlessness. Realizing he was on his own he knew he had to find work to survive, managing to score a job as a delivery boy, his pay was descent for the work but it could have been worse.

The day he realized he was a homosexual, was the day a young man in his early thirties came to the shop where he worked. At the time Ruari was a boy of a tender, 16, the man was very sweet to him and eventually a relationship occured. However, the night he gave his virginity to the man, Ruari realized that behind that sweet smile of his, this older man was hiding a sadistic, vindictive man which he couldn't help but enjoy. The night was filled with screams of pain and pleasure, mostly the former but in the young boys mind that was pleasure. After their relationship was strictly animalistic and carnal, pain was the pleasure the Ruari sought and this man delivered it to him expertly.

Then, when Ruari turned 19, the man left, with the boy's desires still unsated he devoted himself to,his work and eventually was promoted to a true messenger, being allowed to go where he pleased and personally contract himself to deliveries. So he decided to start where he had heard messengers were few and welcomed. Little did he know that the decision was going to change his life forever.

Name:Joey Knight
Age:21
Main job class affinity:mage
Description:Joey is a cocasion male but with a good tan. He has hazel eyes. He has black hair that goes down to his neck that he keeps in a poney tail to the back of his head. He has a black gold tee that connects to his mushtash. He has a black panther tattoo on his chest. He is some what built but too much.
profeshion:stable hand
Height:5'6
Weight:150 lbs
Genital Seize:when flaccid its 5inches When hard 8 inches.
Gerith when flaccid is 2"hard 3.5
Postion:flip but loves to be on top.
Preferred weapon:his staff that has a cat head on top with dark red ruby eyes.
Bio: joy's father worked on a ranch for a farmer. He fell in love with the farmers daughter. Soon they had joey who.grew up on that same farm which he grew up on. He later went to work on the stables when his dad died. His mother later remarried a man but he abused her and ended up killing her. The man took off when joey threaten his life. Joey stayed on the farm ranch throu.

Later Joey meet a girl and tried to be with but he found he could not get hard around her so he left her. He meet a fellow farm hand who was male and for the first time joey found himself getting hard. He knew then he was gay. He soon lost his virginity to him and a relationship started. The man told him one day he had to and left Joey that night after one last night of passion. Joey never saw him again but then one night after six months he found out the guy left him for a girl and started his own family. This hurt joey but he soon moved on knowing there was more men out their for him.

He did not know but soon he would have to leave the farm which was just outside of zenthra . He would not be going back for his life would change forever.

Name: Xath Vertes
Age: 26
Main job class affinity: Warrior
Description: Caucasian. Sharp, dark brown eyes. Black hair. Strong, broad shouldered, muscled, but not overly- agile enough to dance with the rapiers the southerners seem to love so much. Faint scars on his abdomen, tokens of a life before this cowdung went down...
Profession: Mercenary.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190
Genital size: Flaccid Length: 5 inches, Erect 10 inches Flaccid Girth: 2.5 inches Erect girth: 6 inches
Position: Top
Preferred weapon: Whip. Though he's also rather fond of the morning star.
Bio:

Xath has been a traveling hand for as long as he can remember. His childhood less than savory, he set out on his own to make a living. He found it harder than simply lifting a sword. The pretty knight's life was not for him. No one wanted the brawler as a squire, and for all he cared the pompous idiots could charge into battle to die without him. He didn't need their codes of honor. These "morals". Hah. Xath Threw ethics to the wind. He played dirty. Utilizing whatever you could to take out your target was just common sense. He got a lot more money for bending the "rules" of society and navigating through it's underbelly than he ever did mucking out horse shit.

Because of his unspoken record as a mercenary-for-hire, the wandering man has been recruited again. Albeit begrudgingly. He did not ask the name or the cause; he is beyond caring. All he wanted was to get rich and settle; to live his life out in relative calm in a sunnier place. To rest his bloodstained garments down, and escape from the memories of an life devoid of hope. What is one when he has not even himself? Is he alive? Human? When one has blood on his hands, does he not die everyday? What is there to do but become something inhuman.... Something cold and wild.

Xath's blade was sharp, his resolution sharper, but he was sure as hades not ready for all this fairy dust. Nothing could prepare him for this... He was tricked into it by some strange man, promising a bag of gold and "glory". Now he has a strange band of men and a long journey ahead of him... and no gold. The mercenary is less than amused, to say the least.