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Whitewall Chronicles

This RP is based on a nameless, fictional, high fantasy world, which is loosely inspired by different things, like the game Skyrim, and Game of Thrones. Whitewall is a settlement in this world, and the focus of this RP.

Your characters will play out their lives in the backdrop of a main story arc, that will revolve around the struggle for power in Whitewall. I'll be conducting that story and I'll be trying to include your characters in it.

There will be many twists and turns. Intrigue. Political schemes. Deception. Alliances. Conflict. War.

It is said that a hundred men can defend the Whitewall Keep from a thousand. Its inner walls were carved by the Dwarves, deep into the mountains themselves, in a web of tunnels and halls that could rival even the largest castles. Many wars were waged in its doorsteps, but no army ever breached the keep.

Inside its outer walls, lies the threatening entrance to the Mine of Bones. One of the most profitable mines in The Realm, and presumably, the reason why the keep was built in the first place. The mine is an ancient web of tunnels, so deep that they were never properly mapped. Dangerous creatures still lurk in its confines, preying on the most careless miners. Mercenaries were attracted by the demand for protection, in its depths. Blacksmiths were attracted by its generous supply of ore. Traders were attracted by the variety of metal products and raw ore. Unable to grow its own food, but able to afford more than it could ever consume, Whitewall quickly grew in population to an increasingly more difficult number to manage...

The Dwarves were driven away ages ago, when the The Realm united all human kingdoms and nearly conquered the whole continent. In recent years, Whitewall was ruled by Kraath, which has always been the seat of power of the province. Seen as simply a big mine and producer of metal products, Whitewall was ruled by Kraath's King with an iron fist. Slaves were brought in to work in the mines, and its many profits were shipped away from Whitewall, back to Kraath. Discontentment quietly rose, and while its rulers' eyes were set on outside threats, a turmoil that broke from within the walls resulted in the death of Kraath's representatives in the keep.

Svorn Waterborn, a simple blacksmith, was made ruler of the keep and immediately declared independence from Kraath. This was seen as an insult by the king, who reacted quickly. A simple diplomatic convoy, sent to meet Svorn in the keep, turned into an attempt to retake it from the inside. The effort failed, but Svorn was mortally wounded in the short struggle. The current ruler of Whitewall, and self-proclaimed Queen of Whitewall, is Erilina Waterborn, widow of Svorn and determined to uphold her late husband's vision of an independent Whitewall.

The province where this RP will take place, is called Everstorm. It's one of the northern-most provinces of The Realm. It's mountainous and usually covered in snow.

There are two fortifications worth of notice: Kraath and Whitewall, plus two smaller settlements. There's also an island close to the eastern coast, that is considered part of the province. It's called the Deadlands.

Kraath:
The biggest city in Everstorm, and the traditional seat of power in the region. Ruled by King Joric, it houses most of the population in the province. It's the center of trade, crime and politics.

Jornstead:
Peaceful, farming community. People in this settlement make good use of the limited plains they have in this northern province. They grow food and sell most of it to the north.

Kara's Song:
On the border with the southern provinces, this settlement is best known for its inns. Travelers going in and out of Everstorm, always spend the night here. Alcohol and entertainment are hallmarks of Kara's Song.

Deadlands:
Ages ago, Everstorm was populated exclusively by white elves and dwarves. Cyclical wars between the two were interrupted when men started its expansion north, and step by step, started to take territory from both. When men driven the elves away from the surface, and the dwarves from the underground, the last refuge was the island on the east coast.

They call it Deadlands because it's said that nothing grows there. Nothing is known in it but mountains and blizzards. Still, white elves are sometimes seen in the island by passing ships.

There is no information on the dwarves, though. Some say they disappeared completely, others say that they forged an unlikely alliance with the elves and they're hidden under the island's surface.

Eastern Watch:
This is a watch tower on the eastern shore of Everstorm's mainland. It was built to keep watch on a potential invasion from the Deadlands. It is thought that they still desire to retake their home in the mainland, although the risk is considered negligible now, due to their low estimated numbers.

Everwoods:
The natural defense against the northern winds that the mountains provide in this area, allowed for a small boreal forest to grow. A small population of wood elves live in the pine trees.

Conflicts arise frequently as Jornstead pushes the tree line to make room for more farm fields. Forests are protected in The Realm, following the alliance with the wood elves against the Orcs, but those laws aren't always enforced.

Inside Whitewall:

The market area:
The outdoors' part of Whitewall is known simply as the market, even though there are houses and forges too. In its center, there's a circular configuration of stands where trade takes place daily. Outsiders are usually allowed to walk freely in the market area, though they can't enter the keep. The market is protected by an exterior wall with a gate, that connect to two mountains on each side. On the other side, those mountains connect with each other.

Whitewall Keep:
Inside the mountain, lies most of the settlement, with Dwarven-made quarters, corridors, and halls that could rival even the biggest castles. There's much culture inside, most of it is a legacy from a time where wealthy Lords held the keep. Gold and silver from its own mines, cover all furnished surfaces, in a strange mixture of feudal decorations over the the simple Dwarven designs.

There is high demand for accommodations inside the keep, so only the wealthy and influential, have their residence inside. Outsiders can't enter the keep, and residents from the market area only have access to a few areas, like the temple.

Mine of Bones:
Also inside the mountain, but accessed from a lower entrance in the market area. The Mine of Bones is a labyrinth of tunnels, dug randomly as different owners looked for more ore.

They were never properly mapped or cleared, and there are many dangers that took shelter in its deepest corners. Mercenaries are frequently employed to keep the miners safe. Because of its dangers, it's usual to find bones inside, and the motivation to remove them has diminished as everyone got used to them. Hence its name.

The continent consists of many provinces besides Everstorm. Most human kings swear loyalty to The Realm's High King, Titus Lex, the Third. The Realm unites most mankind under the same banner.

Many factions desire control over Whitewall Keep:

Kraath's Court feels betrayed and their pride is hurt. They're the biggest threat, and they'll surely try to retake it as soon as they have gathered the resources to do so.

The white elves have a claim to this land, and even though they don't have the resources to siege the keep, they could try to take it by any other means available.

The Realm is currently focused on the war to the south, against the Orcs, but if Kraath is unable to resolve the situation by itself, The Realm might consider summoning its armies to retake the keep.

Something triggered an invasion of the human kingdoms from the south. Orcs that keep pouring from their volcanic homelands, relentlessly attacking the neighboring provinces. They're a threat to the whole mankind, but Whitewall stands the furthest away from the front lines. If the Orcs ever reach its walls, then humanity is truly lost.

Most lower class civilians support the Erilina, since her husband was once a simple blacksmith who led the uprising. She embodies the idea that the masses can change the world. There is a lingering doubt about her ability to lead, though.

Most wealthy and influential people support her too, but might turn on her if the possibility emerged. Most are ambitious people who picture themselves in the throne every day.

Played by Gisk: (Guard)

Name: Able Brokenchain (he does not know his original surname, but he was given that title and it eventually came to serve as one).
Age: Not entirely sure, in his late twenties or early thirties.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Tall, fair skinned, fair haired and bearded.

Class/Occupation: Guard
Skills: No particular skills. He's a passable soldier, but mostly it's his devotion that keeps him on the guard force.
Weaknesses:

Equipment:
A sword that he carries at all times.

A chest plate for armor, with a collar to protect his neck and an enclosed helmet. When fighting gets serious, a tower shield.

Background:
He's been a slave since birth, and he was one of the slaves that had been sent to Whitewall to mine back when Kraath controlled it. The slaves were all freed when Whitewall became independent, and Able enlisted as a guard to help protect his new found freedom.

Played by Avenida: (Ranged Specialist/Crossbow-Woman)

Revision 1.1.0

Name: Avis Vanderveer
Nicknamed: 'Vanderveer's Eye'
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:

Without the helmet and goggles.

Class/Occupation: Ranged Specialist/Crossbow-Woman
Skills/Abilities:
[General]

• Ambidexterity : A genetic ability that allows Avis to be extremely competent in operating with both her left and right hand.
• Good Luck : Avis seems to have the favour of fortune.
• Calm Body : Avis have well and steady limbs and good balancing.

[Crossbow-Woman]

• Eye of the Sun : A magical ability that enhances Avis' eyesight during day-time. However, her night-time vision is severely damaged.
• Upper Somersault : Avis is able to perform an upper-body somersault kick to deliver enemies flying into the air.
• Guillotine Throw : Avis is able to perform a grappling attack to throw the enemy away from Avis as an attempt to gain distance.
• Ballista Shot : Load the Crossbow with a Ballista bolt and fire it at the enemy as the next shot.

Weaknesses:

• Avis is nearly blind at night time.
• Avis cannot take too much direct damage on her own.
• When Avis suffers a bad luck, the consequences is usually severe.

Equipment:

The Crossbow is able to fire Ballista-sized bolts and normal bolts.

Personality:
Avis has a tolerant attitude towards the different attitudes of men, as many use innuendos or sexist jokes towards her. She is generally sociable during her off-duty work and responds positively towards her colleagues. However, she maintains an acute personality during her duties, wanting to quickly finish her task and return back home.

Background:
Avis was born in the Eastern Watch to a family who lives in the settlement there. She spent most of her childhood years in the Eastern Watch, befriending other children who were also born in the area. She discovered her incredible fortune at the age of six at first, where she found a weapons chest adorned in bleak gems and discoloured paint that contained Slytherin, that was twice her size at the time and age. Unfortunately, at the age of eight her family was sent back to Kraath because the settlement were to be taken over by the watchers as barracks and living quarters. Luckily, her family were placed in an overly high-classed house with its house contents still intact and in working order-- While some of her old friends were sent to a relatively lower-classed houses. She didn't live in regality because her parents didn't want her to live as a spoiled child.

Her transfer into Kraath was followed by bullies of other upper-class children around her neighbourhood. She discovered her fortè at this stage. She didn't excel in close combat, but she was incredibly accurate with her throws of rocks and have strong legs to distance herself from her bullies. At Kraath, her family opened a bakery shop in order to sustain finance for the household. Because of her strong legs, she was made by her family as the delivery girl to her clients and she excelled at that. Avis went through all of the uphills and downhills of life as a majority at Kraath.

Military service was compulsory for the lower-class, and Avis is originally one. However, the commissioners did not notice of her family's social status until Avis was twenty years old. She trained in the Rangers division and her traineeship went for about two years until she was commissioned as a proper Crossbow-Woman at the age of twenty-two and her commissioning weapon changed from the generic crossbow to the larger-than-normal, two-handed crossbow 'Slytherin' (standing at nearly a metre). Avis uses 'Slytherin' for sharp-shooting enemies or battle in general.

When she is twenty-five years old, she was promoted to a Ranged Specialist-- and was offered to undertake a ritual that would allow her to attain a magical ability that would assist her in her duties, a reward for reaching the profession. When she received Eye of the Sun, her vision was so enhanced, even the smallest insect from as far as 100 to 250 metres can be seen with absolute clarity. She is also able to notice all forms of movement with the Eye of the Sun, missing nothing when the light of day is present. She was also nicknamed 'Vanderveer's Eye'. When Eye of the Sun is active, her eyes morphs into this symbol. Unfortunately, nothing is with a disadvantage and Avis' luck did not appear here. At night-time her vision is blurred and impaired unless something is set to produce light.

Rev. 1.0.0 - CS posted
Rev. 1.0.1 - Weapon Changed
Rev. 1.0.2 - Added new ability; Ballista Shot + Calm Body
Rev. 1.0.3 - Personality and Background added, Background not completed. Nickname added 'Vanderveer's Eye'.
Rev. 1.1.0 - Background completed, symbol of Eye of the Sun added.

Played by Illogical Jim: (Court Wizard)

Name: Vandar Hightower
Bills himself as: Vandar the Relatively Great
Age: 58

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Short and thin, probably weighing no more than ten stone, Vandar appears to be anything but intimidating. His gray hair is receding atop his head, though his long, full beard appears to be going nowhere. His nose is long and crooked, and his eyes are a pale green. He is almost always seen wearing a fine sets robes, seeming to favor brighter colors, and his face is often partially obscured by his hood.

Class/Occupation: Court Wizard

Skills: While he is skilled with true magic, a great deal of Vandar's tricks are just that- tricks. A master of misdirection and sleight of hand, the wizard has forgotten more parlor tricks than most novice magicians have even heard of. He is not only literate but an avid reader, and is fluent is a few different languages.

Weaknesses: Weak physically, Vandar would be utterly doomed if forced into close combat. He is also notably forgetful, and has even been known to doze off at inopportune times.

Equipment: Several sets of hooded robes, a staff, a wand, numerous decks of cards, a few cages of birds, a crystal ball, a ceremonial dagger, and a small library of books.

Personality: Vandar has always been more than a little conceited, perhaps even vain. But even so, he is not malicious, and is not generally interested in harming others, though he has no serious problem with conning them out of money with inaccurate fortunetelling and predictions. His sense of loyalty is questionable, and his courage is dubious.

Background: Born the fourth child of a petty noble in a more southerly part of the Realm, Vandar was guaranteed an excellent education, and learned to read from an early age. Delighted by arcana, he decided at the age of fifteen to travel far and wide, learning the secrets of magic from various local wizards and magicians.

Deeming his education sufficient, the young Wizard traveled north, offering his services to various local lords, and plying his trade amongst the commoners on the side. After several decades of working in this fashion, Vandar journeyed to Whitewall, to offer his services to the newly-proclaimed Queen Erilina, hoping to gain a position as a Court Wizard. Finding welcome, he threw in his lot with the rebellious Whitewall.

Played by Deamonbane: (Captain of the Guard)

Name:
Huron 'Fellbeast' Karnack

Age:
35

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance:


Class/Occupation:
Captain of the Guard

Skills:
Fistfighter, heavy-handed, excellent balance, agility, footwork. Very speedy for a man his size, as well as soft-treading. Wields Arkor with an excellence. Also a very skilled tactician, if not an enlightened conversationalist, and not very well read. He works easily with men, being a natural leader.

Weaknesses:
Not overtly intelligent, has a very hot temper, doesn't work well in pressed up combat situations, due to his weapon of choice.

Equipment:
Arkor, the haft is about five feet long, the blades another foot. Runes, only visible in the light of the moon, or when there is blood splashed on them, say," Arkor, the Blades of the Hellhound." A possessed blade, although this is a secret known only to him.

Personality:
Rough and tough, with a thick voice, and not much of one for senseless banter, and also not one to mince his words, believing that," If it doesn't taste bad, it's not medicine." He can make the occasional joke, and is great at raising low spirits. The men that he commands like him for what he is: A rock, unmoving, the only certainty in a world of uncertainty. He gives off an air of power, that would make lesser men cower, and would make greater men think twice about engaging him.

Background:
Born in a small settlement in the north, his father was a man of equal physical prowess, and larger size, but more meek in nature. His grandfather was a known soldier, Bardan, also know as the Killer of Babes, The Destroyer, and the Woman-Slayer. He was driven crazy by the axe, and despite being a very successful fighter, became renowned for his viciousness, and complete lack of conscience. Mar, his son, and Huron's father, didn't follow in his father's footsteps, but kept the Beast's armor and weapons hidden. When Huron asked why he did this, the answer was," Because They cannot kill where I keep them."

When he was 17 years of age, raiders attacked the settlement, while he was in the nearby woods, killing his father, mother, and taking his wife as a slave. When he returned, he was heartbroken, and immediately set out to catch the villains. But first, he took the weapons and armor from his father's chest.

He followed the raiders, and with the help of several guards, he attacked them as they slept, killing them all, but finding out that his wife was not among the slaves. This resulted in a long, arduous search for her, during which he became a very well known fighter, participating in many, well known, battles, and earned his nom the guerre. He found her, only to find that she had a weak heart, and so they spent her last few years together. She died, he was heartbroken, but knew that the best way to get over it was to engage himself.

So he offered his services to the Waterborns, with whom he had worked with before, and he was made the Captain of the Guard, and has held the position for the past seven years.

Played by Chanda: ("Knight Errant", or so he claims)

Name: "Sir" Amsel Blue

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Amsel is a dark-skinned man of average height, and despite his knightly appearance, he's quite a bit skinnier than most warriors, lacking muscle definition. His face appears foreign, but not too much so, so it's easy to deny that he's not from the area around Kraath, although upon closer inspection, many can eventually deduce it. Brown eyes and very short (almost buzzed) black hair adorn his head, once again not a very knightly hairstyle.

Class/Occupation: "Knight Errant" (or so he claims)

Skills:

Sprinting: Even in full armor, Amsel is a veritable lightning bolt, his impressive speed gained from his years evading soldiers in crowded streets. Outrunning Amsel is nigh impossible -- catching him is even harder.

Freerunning: Years of leaping from rooftop to rooftop and scaling walls during his criminal years have made Amsel an impressive freerunner. Getting from point A to point B as quickly and creatively as possibly is one of his many thieving talents.

Thievery: Pickpocketing, lockpicking, stealth and other facets that require guile are all parts of Amsel's thievery garnered from his criminal background.

Resilience: Often having to go days without food or shelter, Amsel's past in poor living conditions, getting beat up by other thugs and taking a number of hits in his illegal pursuits have made him one tough cookie. It takes a lot to keep Amsel down, and he tends to recover faster than most.

Weaknesses:

Direct Combat: Amsel was never formally trained in any form of martial combat, and cannot effectively wield most weapons, as he always preferred running from attackers rather than defending himself. Usually his mercenary work and assassinations don't put him up against much in terms of skill, but against a more skilled opponent, he'll quickly become outclassed. Thus, he prefers to use other methods to kill; poisoning, backstabbing, or simply hiring an assassin are commonly used methods.

Equipment: Amsel was never taught how to sharpen, clean or otherwise maintain weaponry, so he is currently between swords and shields, usually preferring to steal a weapon from someone else if necessary. Aside from a simple iron dagger, Amsel carries a few lockpicks, a skeleton key, and a lantern.

His suit of armor bears the crest of the Blue family on a purple tabard, but is otherwise a standard suit of light chainmail with protective plating on the shoulders, hands, thighs, shins, and feet. As he is often worried about someone discovering his true identity, Amsel tries to keep his helmet on as much as he can, something that many find odd.

Personality: Amsel does not even attempt to exhibit the chivalry typically befitting of a knight. Condescending, arrogant, and accompanied by a ridiculous sense of self-entitlement, it can be very hard to get along with Amsel if he doesn't respect you. Earning his respect requires a lot of one of two things; money or power. He's a very verbose person if need be, and is quite good at talking out of a his ass, for lack of a better term, mostly due to being the son of a scholar.

Background: Born in one of the more distant kingdoms of humanity, Damascal, Amsel Fakhir was the son of a scholar (his father) and an artisan (his mother). He lived a relatively happy life in his quiet hometown, until he was about fourteen years old. It was then that the Great Purge occurred; scores of knights invaded Damascal with the intent of conquering the Damasca and "uniting" them with the other kingdoms, as they'd long resisted unity with the rest of humanity.

Amsel's hometown was the first to be hit by the invading wave, and as such, they were completely decimated before they could even attempt to resist. His parents were not murdered; no, the crusaders did something far worse, at least in Amsel's eyes. Both of his parents, despite their impressive background and reputation, were forced into slave labor with the rest of the rabble, something that affected the incredibly prideful Amsel quite deeply. Not wanting to be made subservient himself, Amsel eluded the slavers and decided to make his own way in life.

And so, he became a simple pickpocket -- a profession that he believed quite beneath his illustrious upbringing -- to make enough scratch to feed and clothe himself. Soon his venture into criminal exploits surpassed simple pickpocketing, and Amsel found himself caught up in various not-so-salubrious activities like highway robbery, mercenary work, and even assassinations. Despite this, he longed for a position he considered befitting of his greatness.

Fortune finally smiled on Amsel at the age of twenty when he discovered Sir Francis Blue, a forgettable, bumbling Knight of a lower family, and his son dead out in the Damascan desert. Seeing this as a great opportunity to turn his life around, Amsel stole Blue's armor and his patents of nobility and decided to pose as his son. Among Blue's possessions was a map and a journal, which Asmel made sure to read thoroughly. Apparently Blue was from the kingdom of Kraath, but was sworn into knighthood and settled down in the province of Brembrook, which was quite a distance from the central court.

Not wanting to risk getting found out, Amsel, now calling himself Sir Amsel Blue, Knight Errant, traveled to Kraath where he hoped he could find work and finally receive recognitions for his actions. Unfortunately, Blue's name did not carry nearly as much weight as Amsel had originally thought; instead of being showered with praise, he was simply brushed off as a fairly obnoxious nobleman.

And thus, Amsel's "Knight Errantry" simply devolved into petty mercenary work and extortion, just like old times. No longer even attempting to give the impression of knighthood, Amsel simply tries to get by and get recognized, wearing his armor on jobs for the impression it leaves on people. Now 22, Amsel received word that the crusaders finally withdrew from Damascal a year ago, but many of the Damasca still remain enslaved. Amsel hopes to one day raise enough money to buy his parents' freedom... if they're still alive, that is.

He stays in the keep in between jobs for a steady source of food and lodgings, lending a hand to the Guard if need be. His connections in the criminal underworld allow him to hear a lot of interesting things that are often of use to the residents of the keep.

Played by Gwin: (Wanderer, Mercenary)

Name: Artorias, Lo'Gosh to Chikara

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Spoiler

Class/Occupation: Wanderer, "Mercenary"

Skills: Wisdom- Artorias has knowledge well beyond his years on this planet, having been raised by the sophisticated Viricattus since almost birth, he shares many loves that the race has including their love for the finer arts and philosophy.

Strength- During his years of travel, his master pushed Artorias to the very limits his body could go to. He become very strong, so much so that he could use a two handed sword just as quickly as a one handed sword, as well as wear heavy armor.

Swordsmanship- While he has basic training in most weapon forms, he is a master swordsman and has trained for the majority of his life in the art of a blade.

Unbreakable will- Artorias has a will of steel.

Polite- Despite his seemingly cold demeanor, he still remembers his manners and is always first to thank someone for assistance. He's been told he gets this from his father.

Weaknesses: Cursed (will explain in pm and through story)-He must take a small combination of wolfsbane and nightshade every 24 hours or else he begins to go through stages every 8-12 hours.
Stage 1: Artorias becomes agitated and paranoid. He becomes increasingly aggitated and is very irritable, prone to outbursts, possible violence.
Stage 2: Artorias becomes hostile to all those around him. He fails to see the difference between friend and foe and attacks everything in sight.
Stage 3: Artorias becomes very sick, sweating, shaking, becoming delirious, and vomiting uncontrollably.
Stage 4: Artorias becomes comatose, this stage lasts for up to a day at a time.
Stage 5: Death.
Stage 6: ....?

Equipment:

Spoiler

Personality: Quiet, he keeps to himself for the most part. This isn't to say he is anti-social, he is too afraid of hurting anyone close to him though. He rarely smiles and never laughs.

Background: The public CS (I'll send the rest to you Smig in private):
Artorias never knew his parents. He knew that his father was a proud soldier and loyal knight to Titus Lex II. His mother on the other hand was a woman of nobility and grace. He was never told of what house though. He just knows that their marriage was a secret for many years. When he was 2 months old though his parents had left him with his master, the Viricattus Chikara. Chikara was a good friend of Artorias' father as well as a war time companion. They left after that, never to be seen again.

His teaching already began a year and a half later. Chikara would tutor him on both the ways of the scholar and of the warrior. When he reached the age of 14, Chikara decided it was time to leave the comfort of the city and venture off into he world. So they packed their bags and with that they headed off into the open land. Many things have happened in those 6 years, but you'll find out.

Played by Kho: (Smith)

Name:

Radinn the Smith

Age:

Two Decades

Gender:

Male

Race:

Human

Class/Occupation:

Smith

Skills:

Radinn is an extremely skilled smith, rising to take up the role of his former master, Svorn Waterborn as the master-smith of Whitewall Keep after Svorn died of wounds.
Radinn is made of metal, making it possible for him to mold parts of his body into certain shapes, for example, he can mold his hand into a sword, or make his foot have a sharpened end, all useful for battle situations.
Radinn has been wielding the smiths hammer ever since he was seven years of age, before he was cursed and turned into metal, he has learnt how to move a hammer in ways even warriors are dazzled by, this makes him both a more efficient smith and a dangerous foe when wielding his trusty hammer.

Weaknesses:

Radinn is made completely out of metal, and so suffers it's strengths as well as it's weaknesses, where on one hand he maybe indestructible (unless hit with intense force, usually only magical) and cannot feel pain, on the other he can easily be melted down or frozen.
Even though Radinn can conduct heat and electric charges, he cannot do so through his head, because it is in his head where the only part of him keeping him alive is. His head is also his weak point when fighting in melee too, as a firm blow to the head, if it gets through the metal, or even causes the metal to bend, can result in him losing consciousness or even death.

Equipment:

He doesn't have much equipment other than his trusty hammer and other items which he uses around the smithy.

Personality:

Radinn is quite shy and unsure of himself, being made of metal has really lowered his confidence, and the only person who managed to break through to him was his master, Svorn. When Svorn died Radinn really curled up into his shell, becoming extremely antisocial and trying to stay away from the streets as much as possible. He is so shy that he doesn't actually leave the smithy, afraid that stepping out would mean he would have to talk to people. Instead he just stands in the smithy say and night, making new weapons or items people have requested, as being made of metal gives Radinn the advantage of not needing...or not being able to sleep.
If a person does manage to get through to Radinn, and break through the wall he has put around his heart, they would find a deep, thoughtful man below, one who may be so astute as to be scary. This canniness and ability to assess any who he meets thoroughly, through their body language and speech makes it even more difficult for those who are not true to make it into his circle of companions, or even "friends."

Will be developed further in RP.

Background:

There really isn't much to be said about Radinn, he was an orphan living on the streets, just managing to survive until Svorn took him in and made him his apprentice, Radinn learnt much from his master, and became quite skilled in wielding a hammer in his work, coming up with new and original ways of gripping the handle for maximum power, he also explored what happens if you hit at a certain angle, which angle has most piercing power and which has most blunt, raw power.
At the age of fourteen, seven years into his apprenticeship with Svorn, Radinn got on the wrong side of a particularly angry wizard. He had been travelling back from Kraath having delivered a particularly well crafted sword to a noble man of some respect when he came upon the old man in the middle of the road. He had stopped to ask if the old man was okay, but did not expect the enraged man to jump up and start to scream something about destroying his ritual. Before Radinn could do anything, he felt a strange cold sensation in his chest, a sensation which grew outwards to the rest of his body.

"For breaking the holy rituals verse,
Know this, now you are under my curse,
Now you shall through life traverse,
A metal man, that's YOUR curse"

And with that, the old man walked away, and Radinn could've sworn he saw the the dull glint of stone at the back of his neck.

When he returned to Whitewall, he was seen as a beast from hell, come to plague them all, the only one who took him in and accepted him, was as always, none other than Svorn. From that day Radinn worked hard to use the advantages of his new body, and tried to ignore the looks he received from people when they came into the smithy.
Since Svorn died, Radinn has become more and more withdrawn, not talking much, even to customers, they had all grown used to coming in and giving him their orders before leaving and coming back a few hours or days later, depending on their order.
Radinn doesn't mind though, it was better they left him alone rather than hurt him, either with words or by stoning him, as the younger children had done when he'd first returned.

Played by Smig (NPCs):

Name: Erilina Waterborn
Race: Human
Age: 39

Name: Sulon Mir
Race: Human
Age: 67

Name: Alentus Victus
Race: Human
Age: 38

Name: Dolarko
Race: Vircattus
Age: 23 (middle-aged, for a Vircattus)

Name: Alkas Waterborn
Race: Human
Age: 21

Former soldier recruit, in Kraath, he's now wanted for questioning, for his parents' crimes. His location is unknown. It is believed he escaped Kraath, but chose not to travel to Whitewall, to lose his captors.

Name: Liseth Waterborn
Race: Human
Age: 17

Currently in the keep, living with her mother.

I strongly recommend not picking any race but human. I might be able to accept a CS under some special circumstances but it's unlikely. Other races will eventually be open to be played in the future, either in this, or in following RPs.

Also, mixed races are possible but not without a cost. Since races aren't adapted to breed with different races, if the offspring even survives birth, they usually exhibit serious genetic defects and are usually sterile themselves.

Once a minority and hindered by infighting, the very adaptable humans have spread across the continent many years ago, after all kingdoms of men were united under the same banner.

Unlike other races, humans aren't naturally gifted with an aptitude for magic. Still, even in that humans adapted. They are able to learn how to use magic to a small extent, given many years of study. Research in this field is growing, as humans discover new ways to use it.

This northern variety of Elves got their name due to their extremely pale skin and their long white hair. They're said to be savage, yet, they show a natural aptitude for magic.

Physically frail and tall, they resist the cold like no other race. It is unknown how they do that. Accounts say that, by their internal body's temperature alone, they could be mistaken as dead. It has been suggested that its their magic that keeps them alive, and not necessarily the result of physical traits.

They've always been mysterious creatures. This lack of understanding might have triggered the first wars against them. There are very few recorded instances of them speaking to humans. They're never seen using facial expressions or showing emotions. The lead hypothesis is that they communicate through magical means, and they avoid using their bodies to convey information.

Once a mighty empire, Dwarves' ambitions almost led them to extinction. They're seen seldomly, but no one knows where their colonies are currently. They seem to have chosen not to emerge from the depths for a long time now.

They have poor eyesight, and the sunlight tends to blind them, but they have extraordinary audition and sense of smell. They're short. Their thick bones and muscles makes them very resistant to injury. When fighting, they have a very well developed collective sense. Like ants, they fight like one and they'll throw themselves against all odds for the common good.

Viricattus (plural of Vircattus) resemble felines in a bipedal body. They're fearless warriors, but regardless of their looks, they're one of the most peaceful races. Humans tend to see them as beautiful creatures, masters of style and finesse. Lovers of poetry, painting and philosophy. Maybe due to their predatory roots, they're obsessed with matters regarding life and death. They're in a constant search for meaning in life. In war, they're not very sophisticated, since they choose not to use iron and steel. Instead, honor comes from their prowess in the use of their natural weapons.

Very intelligent creatures that live in the forests. They're known for their magical attunement with the forest's flora and fauna. They settle on the treetops. Their settlements have very loose borders, and they extend for long stretches of forest with very little population density. A common man might not even notice if he wanders inside their settlement's borders.

The absence of typical cities always made them very difficult to subdue. Experts in guerrilla tactics, they're natural allies with the humans against the common orc threat.

Tall and thick in muscle tissue, they have the aggression of a wild beast. They look unintelligent, but that's only because their hostility trumps their thinking processes. They're unable to think clearly, inevitably falling prey to their need for violence. Interrogations of old orcs that were captured, have actually shown great similarities to humans, in their intellect.

Diplomacy never worked with them, and they lost many wars in the past, though their volcanic homelands always proved impossible for humans to occupy, which always allowed the orcs to recover from their losses. It is also thought that this shaped their minds into not worrying about defending. All they know about war, is offense.

Not much is known about their society or their motivations.

Some suggestions: Court Wizard, Steward, Captain of the Guard, guard, servant, Royal Cook, mercenary, trader, blacksmith, miner, thief, bard, diplomat, guest.

Note: Anyone occupying any important position, might not occupy it forever, since I might need to free them up for the sake of the narrative.

Magic should be thought of as being weak, in this world. It would be possible for extremely powerful wizards or creatures to exist, but not as a PC.

Also, I haven't thought about magic in very concrete terms, because I believe it takes away that mystery, as we normally think of it, but I might set some rules as we go.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:

Class/Occupation:
Skills:
Weaknesses:

Equipment:

Personality:
(optional, you can flesh it out IC)

Background:
(optional, you can flesh it out IC - you can just send it to me in a pm)

Last words:

So there you go. That's the canvas, now let's start drawing some doodles on it!

The CS template is above in a hider. You can start throwing ideas for your characters.

Update: IC thread up!

[Deamonbane]

Would there be a position such as Captain of the guard?

[Smig]

Yup, that is acceptable. Note that, as I said before, it's possible I might have to force someone out of a position of power for the narrative's sake, so you might want to think of a plan B.

Not saying I have something in mind for that particular one, though.

[GrayPerdition]

I have some stuff on combat in there, but I'd like to make it clear that although she can handle herself well, she isn't a fighter.

Spoiler

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Name: Azareh Sos'Thae
Age: 94
Gender: Female
Race: Half White Elf
Appearance:

Her skin is much lighter, more of a pale white with a SLIGHT purple tint. Her eyes are green, not red.

Class/Occupation: Bard(Minstrel)/Rogue
Skills:
Bard/Minstrel:
-Musician: Azareh can play almost any instrument, including the most exotic of elven equipment.
-Songsmith: Azareh can write lyrics, poems, stories (ect.) quite well.
-Master of Intrigue and Manipulation: Azareh plays the political scene as well as any noble, being able to manipulate both the public and those in high social standings.
-Silver Tongue: Azareh can finagle her way out of situation after situation.
Spells: (Note: spells are not only subject to failure, but also affects those of stronger mental will less. Azareh also requires an instrument to conduct her spell casting. Excessive spell casting can be dangerously overextending to her, and may cause irreparable damage. Spells with an asterisk(*) are enhanced by her lute.)
-*Arouse Emotion (fear/panic/confusion/love/hope): Causes chosen emotion in subjects/strengthen feelings already there.
-Sphere (blindness/deafness/fog/ward): Can change a small area to affect people differently (they can't hear/see anything, the area becomes obscured, an alarm is sounded when they enter the sphere).
-*Dream/Nightmare: Cause a vision in the subject, whether good or bad.
-Bull's Strength/Cat's Grace: Instills animalistic strength or grace in the spell's subject.
-*Enthrall/Charm/Misdirect/Hypnotism: Creates an interest/disinterest in the subject, can mislead
-Identify/Detect Magic: Used mostly on items, this reveals any magic of the object to the caster.
-Message/Ventriloquism: Can magically throw the caster's voice.
-Illusory Script: A message is written to a person/party, but cannot be read by others.
-Clairaudience/Clairvoyance: Can see/hear at a distance.
-Detect Scrying: Caster becomes aware of any magical means someone is using to spy on him/her.
Rogue:
-Master of Stealth: Azareh can move without being sensed (seen, heard, ect.) and has deft hands.
-Chemist: Azareh has a profound understanding of poisons (especially nuerotoxins).
-Acrobat: She is very flexible, and can contort. She can also preform acts of expert athleticism and gymnastics.
-Weapon Proficiency: Small Swords Azareh can wield knives, daggers, and short-swords and use them to great effect.
-Trap Engineer: She can create and disable traps.
-Appraise: Azareh can tell how much magical and high-end items of all types are worth(not only on the market, but to certain people and parties as well) and knows the state of the local markets.
Weaknesses: She is only a half-decent fighter, and possess little strength. She does not have much political standing, but is supported by the public because of her renown. Azareh does not have much back up in a 'friend' kind of way; she usually gains people she can 'trust' to help her through other, dirtier means, but does not have much in that department as of the moment. And even so, she can only depend on others if her survival helps them.

Equipment:
Piccolo of Perception: Azareh acquired this piccolo when she was young. Her teacher gave it to her as a gift. Although not exceptionally rare(quite ordinary, really), it is still a more-than-decent weapon. It adds power to all of her spells.

Enraptuing Lute: This instrument came to reside with Azareh in the last decade. This lute adds power certain spells(*).

Lae'Ralia's Harp of the Unending Melody: A weapon of incredible enchantment. It is unknown where Azareh had gotten a hold it, despite the many inquisitive buyers that have approached. Many believe that the harp is not that, seeing as how Azareh has never claim it to be. It belonged to an infamous White Elven bard who had live eons ago, Lae'Ralia. She was said to have seduced Evven'Sauluaonen, the Elven god of war into giving her a half-god child, thus gaining immortality herself. If played for long enough by a bard with enough spell power, it will continue to play the bard's chosen hymn for double the amount of time the bard originally played it(i.e. she played for two hours so it plays on its own for four hours).

Azareh wears supple leather that moves quietly but still protects her well. She dual-wields a dagger and a kukri. She usual carries some sort of poison on her kukri or dagger (never both), and a matching antidote.
Azareh also carries around a few bits of quick, personal medical supplies; parchment, envelopes, and some ink and a quill; lock-picks; sealing wax; rope and grappling hook; flint and steel.

Personality: Quick witted and charming, Azareh is always eager to please. She has an upbeat personality and is often found joking around. She lives to entertain, it seems. Azareh can sympathize with anyone she finds, and is generally in good humor with the people around her, despite the usual racial tension. It is almost as if she was just another human.

Background: To be discovered. >><<

[Kho]

Name:

Radinn the Smith

Age:

Two Decades

Gender:

Male

Race:

Human

Class/Occupation:

Smith

Skills:

Radinn is an extremely skilled smith, rising to take up the role of his former master, Svorn Waterborn as the master-smith of Whitewall Keep after Svorn died of wounds.
Radinn is made of metal, making it possible for him to mold parts of his body into certain shapes, for example, he can mold his hand into a sword, or make his foot have a sharpened end, all useful for battle situations.
Radinn has been wielding the smiths hammer ever since he was seven years of age, before he was cursed and turned into metal, he has learnt how to move a hammer in ways even warriors are dazzled by, this makes him both a more efficient smith and a dangerous foe when wielding his trusty hammer.

Weaknesses:

Radinn is made completely out of metal, and so suffers it's strengths as well as it's weaknesses, where on one hand he maybe indestructible (unless hit with intense force, usually only magical) and cannot feel pain, on the other he can easily be melted down or frozen.
Even though Radinn can conduct heat and electric charges, he cannot do so through his head, because it is in his head where the only part of him keeping him alive is. His head is also his weak point when fighting in melee too, as a firm blow to the head, if it gets through the metal, or even causes the metal to bend, can result in him losing consciousness or even death.

Equipment:

He doesn't have much equipment other than his trusty hammer and other items which he uses around the smithy.

Personality:

Radinn is quite shy and unsure of himself, being made of metal has really lowered his confidence, and the only person who managed to break through to him was his master, Svorn. When Svorn died Radinn really curled up into his shell, becoming extremely antisocial and trying to stay away from the streets as much as possible. He is so shy that he doesn't actually leave the smithy, afraid that stepping out would mean he would have to talk to people. Instead he just stands in the smithy say and night, making new weapons or items people have requested, as being made of metal gives Radinn the advantage of not needing...or not being able to sleep.
If a person does manage to get through to Radinn, and break through the wall he has put around his heart, they would find a deep, thoughtful man below, one who may be so astute as to be scary. This canniness and ability to assess any who he meets thoroughly, through their body language and speech makes it even more difficult for those who are not true to make it into his circle of companions, or even "friends."

Will be developed further in RP.

Background:

There really isn't much to be said about Radinn, he was an orphan living on the streets, just managing to survive until Svorn took him in and made him his apprentice, Radinn learnt much from his master, and became quite skilled in wielding a hammer in his work, coming up with new and original ways of gripping the handle for maximum power, he also explored what happens if you hit at a certain angle, which angle has most piercing power and which has most blunt, raw power.
At the age of fourteen, seven years into his apprenticeship with Svorn, Radinn got on the wrong side of a particularly angry wizard. He had been travelling back from Kraath having delivered a particularly well crafted sword to a noble man of some respect when he came upon the old man in the middle of the road. He had stopped to ask if the old man was okay, but did not expect the enraged man to jump up and start to scream something about destroying his ritual. Before Radinn could do anything, he felt a strange cold sensation in his chest, a sensation which grew outwards to the rest of his body.

"For breaking the holy rituals verse,
Know this, now you are under my curse,
Now you shall through life traverse,
A metal man, that's YOUR curse"

And with that, the old man walked away, and Radinn could've sworn he saw the the dull glint of stone at the back of his neck.

When he returned to Whitewall, he was seen as a beast from hell, come to plague them all, the only one who took him in and accepted him, was as always, none other than Svorn. From that day Radinn worked hard to use the advantages of his new body, and tried to ignore the looks he received from people when they came into the smithy.
Since Svorn died, Radinn has become more and more withdrawn, not talking much, even to customers, they had all grown used to coming in and giving him their orders before leaving and coming back a few hours or days later, depending on their order.
Radinn doesn't mind though, it was better they left him alone rather than hurt him, either with words or by stoning him, as the younger children had done when he'd first returned.

[Smig]

Hmm... interesting characters, I like it

Gray: The bard wasn't a magical class as I thought of it, but I'm open to the idea. It might depend on the extent of that magic, though. As for the background, sure! Just send it to me. This goes for everyone else too.

Kho: That sounds intriguing, carry on with the idea. He can be Svorn's apprentice too.

[Kho]

Thank you

[Minime]

WIP

Name: Alil Sayad
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Olive skinned, bright green-emerald eyes, shaggy black hair and a full grown beard. He is fairly tall and muscular, standing at 6'2" and weighing in at 241lbs

Class/Occupation: Alil usually works as a mercenary for those with the highest pay but on occasions, if he believes in a cause strongly enough, he may freelance his work
Skills: Brute strength and power has always been an advantage of the mercenary, as his swordsmanship and two-handed weaponry. He's been forced to adapt and increase his natural reflex abilities, concealment and eyesight, having conducted more then one job that involved scouting or reconnaissance.

Weaknesses: While Alil is good at concealing himself, sneaking around is not his strongpoint. Ranged weaponry, specifically bows and crossbows, are a severe flaw for him in combat. He has a very blunt view of politics and sees things as a soldier. This can usually land him in trouble.

Equipment: Steel sword, steel dagger, a set of armor consisting of chainmail and leather. Additional supplies to survive the night in the wilderness.

Personality:
(optional, you can flesh it out IC)

Background:
(optional, you can flesh it out IC - just send it to me in a pm)

[Gisk]

Name: Able Brokenchain(he does not know his original surname, but he was given that title and it eventually came to serve as one).
Age: Not entirely sure, in his late twenties or early thirties.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Tall, fair skinned, fair haired and bearded.

Class/Occupation: Guard
Skills: No particular skills. He's a passable soldier, but mostly it's his devotion that keeps him on the guard force.
Weaknesses:

Equipment:
A sword that he carries at all times.

A chest plate for armor, with a collar to protect his neck and an enclosed helmet. When fighting gets serious, a tower shield.

Background:
He's been a slave since birth, and he was one of the slaves that had been sent to Whitewall to mine back when Kraath controlled it. The slaves were all freed when Whitewall became independent, and Able enlisted as a guard to help protect his new found freedom.

[Avenida]

Have very firm interest in joining making CS now.