The Super-Peasants of Gluten, Syphilis: Cast

The Story
Out-of-Character
Interest Check

Position still open: Farmer
This thread is for character sheets ONLY.
Once you have posted one, I will communicate with you via PM any adjustments I would like.

Your superpower will be determined by your genetics. You will be able to make suggestions as to what you do or do not want, but I have 40 superpower options listed on a chart, and each one can only be received by someone of certain eye color, hair color, and blood type. Thus, a form of randomness.

http://imageshack.us/a/img259/9029/gluten.png
If you don't want your blood type to be random, you can use this.
For some height/weight ratios, you can go here.

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[B]Name:[/B] (first and last)
[B]Occupation:[/B] (Parson, Blacksmith, Stable-hand, Tailor, Shopkeeper, Barber, Baker, Butcher, Farmer, or Stranger)
[B]Gender:[/B] (Male or Female [please no female blacksmith, butcher, or parson; feel free to be a wife or daughter])
[B]Age:[/B] (15 to 55)
[B]Hair Color:[/B] (Black, Dark, Brown, Sandy, Blonde, Red, or Grey)
[B]Eye Color:[/B] (Brown, Blue, Green, Hazel, or Other)
[B]Blood Type:[/B] (O+, O-, A+, A-, B+, B-, AB+, or AB-)
[B]Height:[/B] (without footwear)
[B]Weight:[/B] (with clothing; fat people are rich people)

[B]History:[/B] (parents, childhood, apprenticeship, ect)
[B]Social Standing:[/B] (what do the villagers think of you - are you friendly, generous, reclusive, hard-working, ect)
[B]Voice Color:[/B] (optional for those who want to reserve a color for their character to speak in; default is White)
[B]Power:[/B] [COLOR=#4f4a4a](preferences/dislikes; later can be edited to show actual power)[/COLOR]
[B]Appearance:[/B] (description optional if you have a picture)
[IMG](link to a picture if you have one; anime disliked)[/IMG]

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Occupation: Narrator
History: As long as people have told stories, the narrator has been. I could never recount the narrator's entire history.
Social Standing: Most villagers don't realize the narrator exists. Some do, but call the narrator "Fate."
Voice Color: Wheat
Power: Weather control & mind control (of NPCs).

Name: Gorbachev Trotsky "Trotsky"
Occupation: Blacksmith
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Blood Type: B-
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 96kg when in normal clothing. When wearing armour it adds on a bit obviously.

History: Trotsky was born to a Blacksmith father and a housewife mother. He was raised in the way of Blacksmithing and found out he was a prodigy to it. Within his first week he was making finely sharpened daggers that his father would sell to rogues and whatnot. By his fifth week he was on to shields and so on and so on. When he was around 18 he and his father went to the local pub. One of the usuals got offended by his father's presence and they got into a fight. By the time Trotsky knew what was happening his father's throat was slit. Trotsky took the liberty of strangling the man who did it himself. His friends helped him escape town on a carriage and get to where he is now. When he reached Gluten he took on the job as a blacksmith along with the already-existing old blacksmith. They grew a father-and-son bond throughout the years before the old blacksmith's death when Trotsky was 24. He knows nothing about where his mother is anymore; he lost contact after she wrote a letter saying he wasn't her son anymore.

When he came into possession of the forge he renamed it and hung Battle-axes on the door; a lot of people liked hanging roses, but no he wanted battle-axes (if you get this reference then you are a legend). He renamed the forge "Blackstone Forge" after the coal used in the fire. He accepts any offer and gives the people who live in the town discounts to the point of giving children who ask for things them for free.
Social Standing: Most people think of him as a quiet, generous guy but they got it wrong. He is generous but his work keeps him from leaving his forge and so he has little time to talk to anyone other than people who come to him.
Voice Color: Orange
Power: Something to do with strength or his job is preferable
Appearance:

http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/...ck-d3fxyyi.jpg

Name: Pieter Malcolm
Occupation: Tailor
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Blood Type: A+
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs

History: Pieter was the only surviving child of Irem Malcolm and Thelma Strick. He learned his trade from his father, and some say his is more skilled than Irem ever was.
Social Standing: Pieter is considered quiet and mannerly. The villagers appreciate his craftsmanship.
Voice Color: Pale Turquoise
Power: Healing
Appearance:
http://imageshack.us/a/img577/4701/pieter3.jpg

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Name: Reuias Mendle
Occupation: Stranger
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Orange
Blood Type: AB+
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 223 pounds of lean traveling muscle

Reuias grew up on a small farm, but farming life was too boring for him. He always dreamed of adventure and heroics, like the stories his momma used to tell him. When he was twelve, a lord of Varicella came around looking for able-bodied fighters. He said goodbye to his sobbing mother and joined the marching men. It was the worst mistake he ever made.

Six years of horrible training later, Reuias was marching in the lords army. This was when the lord showed his true colors. As they crossed the enemy's land, the lord ordered Reuias and four others to go into the village and get supplies. Reuses had asked for some money (since he had none). The lord and his retainers had started laughing so hard a few of them started crying. "Boy you don't buy; You Take. Reich, go teach the boy," the lord had said dismissing Reuias and one of his lackeys. The lackey grinned, "Let's have some fun."

Taking, it turned out, meant anything and everything. As they went through the streets screams could be heard through out the village. "Hey, come on we need to help those people," Reuias had called to the lackey as he started running towards the nearest scream. He had barely gone five feet when the man grabbed him. "Naw, those are our men having fun," the lackey had said. The rest of the next hour he had been forced to do things despised. They had regrouped after a few minutes and gone house-to-house demanding supplies; those who refused were dragged out and killed. The men raped girls and women and tortured the men. The lackey eventually noticed that Reuias wasn't doing anything, so Reuias was forced to kill the next man and the next and the next. Eventually Reuias fell into the routine and, as much as he hated to admit it, over the year he grew to love the screaming and begging. Through the years marching into the enemy territory, Reuias turned into a cruel man. The lord noticed his actions and skill in battle, and after a time he became one of the lord's right-hand men. With his position he was let in on certain secrets, such as the plans for a coup (leading to the civil war). This all changed when they reached the enemy Capitol.

The city fell to the might of their armies, but the palace held for days. Thousands of their men died, yet the walls stood strong. Eventually, Reuias realized the place had a secret exit. Taking a small group of men, they scouted around. They found the exit near a small lake a good distance from the palace. Leading his men in, they killed everyone they came across. They took the gatehouse and let their army in. The army swept through the palace. The lord and his close retainers went to the king's chambers. After the enemy king was executed, the lord offered Reuias firsts on the dead king's daughter, since he was the reason they took the palace. After all he had done, he still would not rape the girl. When he was alone with her, he chose fast. She was quaking with tears. She started to beg him when he put finger to his lips. He told her he would help her escape. They made it as far as the secret exit when the lord and lackeys came across them. The lord thought he was trying to steal her (which he was in a way). Getting angry, the lord attacked him. Reuias was able to hold him off long enough to get into the secret exit, but the girl never made it. Rename started back when one of the lackeys slashed the rope holding the iron gate up. Reuias was barely able to jump back into the secret passage before the way back to the palace was sealed. He had failed to help the girl.

Only twenty-four and he had made an enemy of one of the lords of Varicella. He started for the border the second he could. He never stopped moving. He traveled to Syphilis, where he became the reincarnated legend of wandering man. Everywhere he went he tried to right his past wrongs. News traveled after him though, and soon he was being driven from land after land as the lord he had wronged hunted him down. You see, Reuias knew dirt that would turn the tides of the civil war and the lord could not allow that. So Reuias kept traveling. On a passage through Emphysema he stumbled across a ragged-looking girl. Her clothes were worn and tattered. It turned out she was a traveler like him, though much younger. They had discussed many things; he knew that she had fled her home and she knew that he was running from someone, but neither of them pried on the matters. She had been 17 when he came across her and he had been 26. After a year of traveling together she became part daughter and part friend to him. They each had saved each others' lives many times over.

They are currently in the small town of Gluten; having arrived the day before.

Social Standing: Illusive, new, unknown, likable so far, but they are wary of him.
Voice Color: Green
Power:
Appearance:
http://i.imgur.com/hSjOE.jpg

Name: Tybalt Osteler
Occupation: Baker
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Blood Type: O-
Height: 5'11"
Weight: ~170 lbs

History: Born in the village as a young boy, spent much of his time outside the bakery. He loved the smell of fresh bread and the sweets, though his father who was the previous baker often had to shoo him away because he loitered around the shop! Eventually though, his father took him as an apprentice and Tybalt became the next baker. His father is still around and still helps him bake, but Tybalt is mostly running the show. Though they still argue who is a better baker!
Social Standing: Jolly, average guy. He involves himself in conversation, whispers to others about superstitions and strangers to the town, and worries about the future. Is currently unmarried, but looking. Just wants to live happily and peacefully. He is known to be dependable and trustworthy, though he is sometimes late to repay favors, he always does. And sometimes more-so then he needs to.
He is also known for giving away small muffins and treats to the younger kids of the village. "Just don't tell my old man," he'll say, while handing them a piping hot cupcake.
Voice Color: Golden Rod
Power:
Appearance: Tybalt is a little pudgy, what with eating bread and sweets all day. He's not too fat, but he does dip his finger in the sugar sometimes when he's bored. He has a round face, protruding cheeks, and a fat nose. He shaves his face a bit, but leaves a bit of a shadow on his face because he's a little lazy in that regard. His fingers and slightly scarred and discolored from burns, but otherwise he is healthy and relatively attractive. He is usually seen wearing a traditional medieval smock for baking, but most of his clothes are stained with some powdery stains.

Name: Markus T. Ultrial
Occupation: Parson
Gender: Male
Age: 52
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Color: Other (Solid Black)
Blood Type: O-
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 198 lbs

History: Markus was born in the town of Gluten and has lived there all his life. At the age of 7 he began his training to be a parson and obtained the role at the age of 24. Since then he has grown somewhat senile, but keeps his position well.
Social Standing: The people understand that he is generous, lazy, well-known, and willing to waste time if asked.
Voice Color: #99FFFF
Power: RPG
Appearance: In addition to the below picture, Markus has colored skin (the picture is in black/white) and a large build, although not considerably wide.
http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:A...pgvR2mntkCLHNd

Name: Jacoby Drexelhand
Occupation: Stable-hand
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Hair Color: Sandy
Eye Color: Green
Blood Type: AB-
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 122 lbs

History: His father joined the army when Jacoby was seven years old; four years latter his mother found him an apprenticeship as a silversmith. When he spilled the silver over his master's hand, he lost that chance and was left to searching for business. He was fourteen when this happened and he has been in the stable-hand business for two years. He is saving up for buying a horse from his master, which his master agreed he could have at a low price.
Social Standing: Villagers know Jacoby as a resourceful, friendly, and practical boy. He has become very handy and puts his skills to good use.
Voice Color: Plum
Power: I would prefer not to have powers that can only be used at specific times.
Appearance:
http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/8886/jacoby.png

Name: Webster Baumhauer
Occupation: Barber-surgeon
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Blood Type: O+
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 120 lbs.

History: Webster was originally born in Emphysema. It was there that he learned his craft, and met the love of his life, Evelyn. At her behest, they moved to Gluten, to give the peasants the more professional medical aid that they had heretofore lacked. After some years, his wife fell ill and, despite Webster's fervent efforts, passed away. He has continued to carry on his work, but is considerably less sociable.
Social Standing: While he and his occupation may not be associated with pleasantness, he's always kept the villagers alive and well. They appreciate his work, but tend not to hang around him longer than they need to, ever since Evelyn died.
Voice Color: White
Power: No Preference
Appearance: Used to be fairly youthful, but has recently become rather gaunt and pale. Clean-shaven, and never leaves home without his suit and waistcoat.

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