Any Means Necessary OOC

[Dragonfruit]

The land of Korral never knew what was coming. One day everything was all fine. Crops would grow, kids would play, men and ladies did their jobs, and society was generally peaceful. The next, crows withered and refused to grow, kids would die, men and ladies would fight and kill for the last remnants of food, and society devolved into true chaos. The dark army had risen in the west, and their poisoning influence had swept the lands in naught but a few nights. And from the pink mist that hung in the air, close to the ground, the dark army marched. Suits of rotting armour, filled with bodies of rotting meat, decimating all that they came across. At at their head, Warlord Depanix, the warlord killed over 300 years ago for inciting rebellion and seeking to establish an anarchic society. In the space of a week, life as the land of Korral knew it withered and died, and with it their hope...

Four Months Later

A few people scattered throughout the land still survive. They share resources, or venture on their own. Food is a hot commodity for all. The dark army still walks the land, seeking the living to bolster their ranks. A small group of survivors have decided to band together on a fools mission. I has been noted all the forces are coming from one central point. So they hope that they can get to this focal point, and cut off whatever it is that has led to this poisoning. They know they will not survive, but one line drums to them in their head.

ANY MEANS NECESSARY!

Unless you expressed interest in the interest check, I probably will not accept you.

Character Skeletons:

Name:

Age:

Race:
(I'll ask you take elf or human)

Gender:

Appearance:
(Picture preferred)

Personality:

Class:
(Are you a fighting type? Stealthy type? magic type? etc)

Equipment:
(Some small food scraps, some form of defence, etc)

History:
(A small summation of what happened to you and what you were before the poisoning)

Forgot:
(Anything I forgot)

[Knifey Keith]

Yo boss, in terms of armour… Is leather or a wooden shield acceptable or essentially it's a no armour at all?

[Dragonfruit]

Leather is fine. As is metal. Most craft-able materials did not perish, but wood became very brittle and not very strong...

[Knifey Keith]

Sick.

[Knifey Keith]

Just ah, let us know if you need anything changed.

Name: Karl Taric

Age: 27

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance: Karl stands 6'1" tall, he has a broad shouldered build and heavy physique. Though muscular, he is quite round and chubby; he weights approximately 93 KG's. Karl is quite pale, he has blue eyes and medium length, spiky brunette hair as well as a short and well groomed beard. He also has a strong nose, a square jaw and a scar on the left side of his face. Karl wears a long green tunic with black fur on the trims, a pair of black baggy black leggings, a pair of heavy leather boots, a black leather belt and black fabric gloves.

Personality: Karl is quiet, reserved and full of mistrust. Not even unreasonable to say that he is quite paranoid, due to his pessimistic nature he finds himself thinking worst case scenario and often expecting the worst from people. Karl is motivated primarily by money, he is materialistic and prefers security and comfort to companionship; he is reluctant to make friends, due to his arrogance and ease in judging others he often has high standards for friendship. Yet those he does consider a friend or family have his unyielding loyalty, though Karl himself makes great distinction between those he considers a friend and those he's "friendly" with.

Despite his quiet, controlled nature he is very energetic at times and has a great love for music, art, clothing, weapons and the martial arts. He also thoroughly enjoys both games of chance and strategy, as well as a good hearty and meaty meal. Karl sees himself as quite sophisticated, typically sticking his nose up at those he sees as having no grace, tact or style. Karl viewing himself a a practical, sensible man respects said qualities in others; however he is rarely able to tolerate people who are over loud, talkative or silly. However the one thing Karl abhors the most is rudeness… Karl prides himself upon his manners and etiquette, and is easily angered peoples lack of politeness or consideration.

Class: Fighter

Equipment: Two steel Messers, a small iron knife, a pair hard leather vambraces, a bronze studded leather tunic and a bronze studded leather breastplate with shoulder and thigh pads.

History: Karl was born an only child into a military family, his mother dying of cholera when he was 6. He was left to be raised solely by his father, a dedicated career soldier who after participating in a war where the army he had fought in was massacred by the enemy force. Karl's father one of only a mere hundred survivors, took to small time mercenary work in order to make a living. Often hired to protect travelling merchant caravans and camps, he took no hesitation to take young Karl along with him. Training Karl from a young age in the martial arts and skills of a soldier, Karl was raised to be a fighter just like his father.

The mercenary/soldier lifestyle has really been the only way of life Karl knew. Himself upon coming of age, followed in his fathers footsteps and took to the same mercenary work as his father did. However upon the arrival of the Dark army and it's Warlock general, men from many lands took up arms- Karl and his father included. However his father would face a second crushing defeat in battle, this one however he would not survive; Karl himself not knowing exactly how his father was killed or who for that matter dealt the killing blow, he like many other men fled the battle in order to fight another day.

Karl himself not so naive and decided to disappear rather than become part of a crippled and foolish second rebellion. To this day he lives much like anyone else; barely.

[Kougma]

Name:Eridor Nelvani

Age: 22

Race: Elf

Gender: Male

Appearance: (sorry don't have enough time to draw up a picture) Eridor stands at 6 feet tall and weighs about 150 lbs. He has a slander, athletic build. His hair is a snowy white and drapes down just past his shoulders. The white hair splits on both sides of his head where his pointed ears protrude from the flow of white. He has a tanned caucasian skin color and bright blue eyes along with a bony face structure with high cheek-bones and a bony nose. His clothing consists of light leather body, legs, boots, belt, and vambraces that have been worn from use, but are still in decent condition. He wears a black hooded cloak over the leather armor along with black gloves.

Personality: Eridor is quiet and doesn't speak out a lot. He has a sense of mystery because of lack of him displaying many emotions or revealing much about himself. Though through the lack of showing emotion or being outspoken he still fights with all that he has to offer and he wont give up easily.

Class: Eridor is a stealthy fighter and prefers not to go head on with a heavily armed opponent. He likes to use a bow and short swords/daggers. He is very agile and quick.

Equipment:
Leather armor (already said this in the appearance part). Two short elven swords and a bow that has been passed on through his family.

History:
Eridor was once part of a Thieves guild that his parents and brother were apart of. He was drug into the thieving business by his family, it was not something he enjoyed, but he completed the jobs because his family expected it from him. Eridor preferred fletching bows and arrows and woodworking with a man that gave him a job in the town he grew up in. On a gutsy raid of a wealthy noble that the guild went on an ambush was set up by the town guard. Many guild members were killed including Eridor's mother and father. His older brother was one of the only survivors that escaped the raid along with Eridor and a few others. His brother gave him the family bow that is supposedly enchanted by magic although it has long been lost of what the enchantment does. Eridor and his brother have since gone separate ways so they couldn't be caught as easily by guards looking for them. Eridor moved to a new city and has made a living making bows for hunter and trying to stay away from thieving since it help to cause the end of his family. He has since been on his way to help with the rebellion as hopes of reuniting with his brother. He feels that helping fight back the poisonign will right his wrongs at least in his mind.


I edited my CS. I accidently posted the wrong version up.

[Damo021]

CS should be up soon, just had bad couple of days in RL with family. I should get it up within next few days hopefully.

[loken]

Name:John Gresher

Age: 28

Race:Human

Gender:Male

Appearance: John stands only at a mere 5"10', With short cut hair and a scarred face he detracts a bit away from the bandages that permanently cover his right eye. He has a stubble which is in dire need of a shaving, green eyes and a strong chin set him off. He has a wiry build, and wears a swathing overcoat covering some loose clothing, he conceals a vast assortment of weapons, the most noticeable being a hand and a half falchion, a pair of short blades and two small hidden knives are the only other weapons he sports, although both are weighted for throwing. His armor is almost negligible but he plays dirty enough to account for that.


Personality: John is a straight shooter, his life has crafted him out out to be this way. He has a very sardonic view of the world, and most specifically his role there within, he knows there's good in the world but he hasn't seen it in so long it's almost nonexistent. He is sharp witted and although he doesnt believe that violence is the answer he does know, that from experience, it is most definitely a viable solution.

Class:A light skirmisher, armed well enough that he should be able to hold his own, he prefers to use stealth and guile to his own ends though, as he feels he can use them more effectively.

Equipment:Aside from the aforementioned weapons John carries little, some dry wood and tender/ flint wrapped in a bedroll. a few small pieces of fruit and dried beef, a whetstone and a canteen are his only other possessions.

History: John was born in the city in the slums, immediately subjected to the worst society could throw at him. when he was only ten his mother and sister, Karissa, his only relatives, were kidnapped from his home, after months of scrounging on the streets he found his sister tortured and injured. They survived together on the streets for more than thirteen years, John taking insane risks to keep his sister safe. His approach to her is the less people that know about her, the less can use it against him.

His time on the streets made him a dangerous character, taking his first life at only seventeen, since then he has taken at least two dozen others, taking no relish in any of them. When the dark armies invaded John knew the odds, if the professionally trained military's first response was defeated as it was then how did the chances look for the next battle. He has to protect Karissa at all costs, even at the risk of his own life.

[Jaresad]

Just finishing up CS, just moved in with my girlfriend and spent the last two days redecorating. Should be posted in a few hours or so

[Jaresad]

Name: Jake Albrighton

Age: 29

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance: Jake stands at a height of 6'1". At 180 lbs his body is muscular, but it is clear that recent events have taken their toll on him. He has short, brown, unkempt hair and a short stubbly beard, which together create a quite scruffy look. Jake has dark brown eyes and quite rough features, he also has slightly purple bags under his eyes and a slight pale complexion that create a weary, tired look. Jake wears tanned leather armor, which covers his torso, legs and arms. He also wears light leather boots.

Personality: Prior to the poisoning Jake was quiet trustworthy and held promises between friends in the highest regard. However, travelling alone and doing all he could to survive has given him a slightly reserved demeanor. He is more than willing to do all he can to survive even if that means leaving someone behind. Is of slightly above average intelligence and knows basic survival skills.

Class: Untrained in any class of combat and prefers to use whatever he can get his hands on to fight.

Equipment: (Armor which has been mentioned previously) Bread which he keeps in pouch attached to his belt, dried beef and a canteen filled with water. Jake carries a slightly dulled short sword which he found on a dead body.

History: Jake was an only child born to a single mother. His mother was a sickly woman who could not fend for herself. This caused Jake to mature quiet quickly, and to develop the basic skills needed to survive at a young age. Using these skills he was able to provide necessities for both him and his mother. In the years leading up to the attacks by the dark army Jake lived a rather rather quiet life in a small home in a quaint village with his girlfriend and his sickly mother.

One night upon returning home from his job as a wood cutter he found his village in flames. The dark army had been and gone, decimating everything in it's path. Rushing to his house he found his mother and then pregnant girlfriend killed in their sleep, it had been a quick attack on the unsuspecting village. Since the attack Jake has been wandering throughout Korall, attempting to help all who he can, as long as it does not interfere with his survival.