Reply With QuoteEver heard of warhammer 40k? Go ahead and google search warhammer 40k apothecary.
Name: Galandria Epilon
Nicknames: Gail
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Specific Appearance: Gial's eyes and long hair are the same shade of dark brown. Her skin has been tanned by the sun and she wears a loose salmon-colored cloak over her clothes. The cloak's hood casts a shadow over Gail's face, so when one first looks at her her sharp nose and thin lips are more prominent than her guarded eyes.
Birth Place: Fortior, Locus
Enemies: None worth fighting.
Allies: A few housewives from Fortior.
Occupation: Desert Guide
Machaerophorus Mark: Tutamen
Skills: Blunt Weapons, Shielding
Key Personality Traits: Patience, decisiveness, and fearlessness.
Key Quirks: Poor social skills and strange eating habits.
Weapon of Choice: Her soul, in the form of a hammer.
Armor of Choice: She always wears a bronze chain-mail breastplate and has thick hardened leather helmet and pants to wear during battle.
Bio: Gail's mother died when Gail was four, while giving birth to a son. The frail boy was named Amaritudo, meaning bitterness, for that was what the loss of their mother had given their father. Galandria and Amaritudo grew up in the village of Fortior on the bank of the Obex river. Their father did his duty in making sure they were fed, but was aloof.
One cold winter, when Galandria was seventeen, a pack of half-starved wolves came down from the mountains. The villagers took cover, and a neighbor pulled Galandria inside. When the howling was over, they found what was left of Amaritudo. Gail was horrified. Her father didn't seem to care, and this made her hate him. After the ground had thawed and Amar was buried, Gail packed a few things and left. She headed north, thinking she wouldn't meet anyone in that direction. She didn't want to. But she did. It was Alux the Blessed, and Gail eagerly learned from him Anmaensis, believing that if she had had this kind of power months ago, the wolves would have died instead of her brother.
After Gail and Alux parted ways, Gail, then eighteen, began a trek across the Mors desert to Ianua. She cut open cactus for water and ate the bean pods of gnarly trees. When the cactus fruit ripened, Gail enjoyed it as a luxury. Another luxury during this time was meat. Most of the small animals Gail came across were too fast, and her aim was poor whether she was throwing rocks or crudely fashioned javelins. But snakes held still, and their skulls were crushed by Galandria's soul.
Gail never reached Ianua, but she became very familiar with the southern Mors Desert. So she spent a few years guiding travelers from Mors Lake to Obex river and back. It was a route many were tempted to take to avoid the long way around the mountains, but few were able to because there was no river to serve as a water-source or a trail. Galandria filled a position that was begging to be filled, and hasn't lost a customer yet, though some thought ill of her upon finding she was a blasphemer.
Ever heard of warhammer 40k? Go ahead and google search warhammer 40k apothecary.
As iron sharpens iron, so does one man sharpen another.
"We are running blindly into violent
Lifeless surroundings! Can we finally
Right this? Or just slightly unbind
ourselves from the nightmare. Will you dare to FIGHT!
Or collapse and invite the destruction. The future
Of man is a cycle.
Will you dare to fight...
We rebuild tonight!"
- BOO....Open you eyes, Find you own truths, Bind together, and Become strong in your Virtue and Bonds
Together with that, we will right our many wrongs, and change this world.
Still deals with medicines =P An apothecary is someone who makes medicine, if I'm correct. Zinzie may not make conventional medicine, but some of his potions have medical purposes.
Very nice AAB, I see you share my fondness for Latin, or at least some knowledge of it. Finish when ever you like, it's all good so far.
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They usually have some kind of religious implications to naming some one an apothecary. At least I think, I don't think it makes much difference either way though.Originally Posted by Metronome
As iron sharpens iron, so does one man sharpen another.
"We are running blindly into violent
Lifeless surroundings! Can we finally
Right this? Or just slightly unbind
ourselves from the nightmare. Will you dare to FIGHT!
Or collapse and invite the destruction. The future
Of man is a cycle.
Will you dare to fight...
We rebuild tonight!"
- BOO....Open you eyes, Find you own truths, Bind together, and Become strong in your Virtue and Bonds
Together with that, we will right our many wrongs, and change this world.
Google translate.I sometimes use it for naming. Latin is specifically used for when my paladin does her holy magic.
Thanks. It's almost done. I'm going to assume the Mors Desert is like my desert, the Mojave, and not the Sahara. I will be better at roleplaying someone who is surviving in a place I am familiar with.
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What time of year will this start?
Norther west is like the Sahara, southern and more toward the forest is like the Mojave. If you live in the Mojave, you're surprisingly close to me.
As iron sharpens iron, so does one man sharpen another.
"We are running blindly into violent
Lifeless surroundings! Can we finally
Right this? Or just slightly unbind
ourselves from the nightmare. Will you dare to FIGHT!
Or collapse and invite the destruction. The future
Of man is a cycle.
Will you dare to fight...
We rebuild tonight!"
- BOO....Open you eyes, Find you own truths, Bind together, and Become strong in your Virtue and Bonds
Together with that, we will right our many wrongs, and change this world.
Name: Auroram Bellua
Nicknames: (Informally) Auro, (Famously) Flame Tongue or Dawn Dragon
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 6'
Weight: 174
Specific Appearance: Auro has a lithe frame, being notably thin at the waist, but has broad shoulders, and has well defined muscle tone. Long straight black hair runs a couple inches past his shoulders, which while in battle is always tied back else it gets caught on fire, and is cropped short on the sides and back of his head, though it doesn't show unless his hair is tied back. He has ice blue cat-like eyes with sharply slopped eyebrows, making him appear angry most of the time. Auro's square jaw is well defined, almost appearing carved at times due to not talking much, and him clenching his jaw frequently, and for long periods of time. The only thing soft about his face is his lips which the slightest bit larger than most men's. His nose is straight, and a little bit undersized. His skin, despite being in the sun often, is only a light tan. If anyone were to ever pay close attention on the rare occasion that Auro speaks, they'd notice the seal tattooed on his tongue. His usual garb is a sleeveless chain-mail tunic, covered by a likewise sleeveless red tunic, and very loose thin black trousers, with boots plated with thin sheets of copper, and similarly fashioned long gloves.
Birth Place: A small village outside Ianua, Locus
Enemies: Those he is paid to protect from.
Allies: Those he is paid to protect.
Occupation: Hired Guard
Machaerophorus Mark: Pernicitas
Skills: Swords, Daggers, Kenesis, Medicine, Taming.
Key Personality Traits: Quite, shy, though very kind and compassionate if you get him to speak. He is easy to anger, and has a hard time controlling his actions in such cases. Those that do him kindness he is forever faithful to.
Key Quirks: He never wears sleeves do his hatred for them, and how they always catch on fire.
Weapon of Choice: His Anmaensis weapons, a long-sword, and dagger combo. The sword has a white blade, and black hilt and cross-guard, while the dagger has the opposite. He has a seal on his tongue for spewing fire, making it look as if he were breathing it as the dragons do. Also a wolf he raised when in solitude with his love, which he named Aluce.
Armor of Choice: His iron chain-mail, and copper plated boots, and long gloves.
Bio: Auroram Bellua had a happy childhood, but at the age of seven he was taken away from his home town by marauders, and sold into slavery to mine. He was forced to break rocks day in and day out. For the next seven years of his life, that was all he did. No friends or family, just the steady sound of rock breaking and crumbling away under the force of his strike. As is expected of anyone he landed precariously on the edge of insanity, and he started to kill every one around with his rock breaking pick. He swung until he had no energy left, and at that point he knelt in the thick pool of blood, only then realizing what he'd done.
After that he made his way back to his village. It was a long road and many days where he walked from dawn to dusk. When he arrived he came upon the same marauders that had tormented his village as a youth, but this time they had taken it to whole different level, killing every person there. As he saw every one he'd ever know in a pile of death and decay. Once again he felt the blood-lust take over, but this time as if it were going to burst from his chest, and at that moment he tore out his soul in anger, and it took the form of his sword and dagger. Not a man was left alive. After that his madness drove him far and wide taking what he wanted, and killing those he didn't.
This went on for four years, and many lives were taken. One fateful day he was being pursued by a dozen armored guards, and as he was fleeting, he became cornered on a ledge. As a last effort he lumped of into the river below. After waking from the fall, he found he was in a medicine woman's home. She had been treating him despite knowing who he was. He quickly fell in love with the woman, and his love for her drove the madness from his mind, though he feared if he left her he might again fall to madness. There he lived until he was twenty-six. She was the only person he saw for the eight years he spent with her, and in hindsight he would say that that was the best time in his life, but all good things must come to an end. While hunting, and band of thieves set his home on fire, and in so killing his love. His rage set in once again, and he managed to catch one of them, but just as he was about to take the man's life, he thought of her, and then let the man go. From that point on he vowed on to kill to protect others, and only when necisary. For the next two years, he made due a a guard for hire, becoming famous for a few escapes, one being the protecting of the Primon King's nephew, and thus coming to be called Dawn Dragon.
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We'll say winter.
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As iron sharpens iron, so does one man sharpen another.
"We are running blindly into violent
Lifeless surroundings! Can we finally
Right this? Or just slightly unbind
ourselves from the nightmare. Will you dare to FIGHT!
Or collapse and invite the destruction. The future
Of man is a cycle.
Will you dare to fight...
We rebuild tonight!"
- BOO....Open you eyes, Find you own truths, Bind together, and Become strong in your Virtue and Bonds
Together with that, we will right our many wrongs, and change this world.
So so far we have a normal guy, a Celerare (speed) guy, a Sapientia (wisdom) guy, a Tutamen (fortitude) gal, and a Pernicitas (agility) guy.
How many days did you plan to wait for CSs?
Um...so, don't take this the wrong way, but while trying to keep up with everything, I kinda didn't see your CS. Now as far as "proper magic", the think is I didn't think it was a good fit which is why implemented this unique system. For your necromancy, it would either be kenesis of the corpses, a summoning, or a conjuration seal to regenerate the corpses to a point where they're functioning. Pyromancy is just straight up kenesis seals. See everything you can do with "proper magic" you can do here. It's just that this makes the whole thing far less magic reliant, which is what I wanted. That said, your app is good, just get the bio up when you can.
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Just until I get at least three more apps. So it depends, but at very most two days.
As iron sharpens iron, so does one man sharpen another.
"We are running blindly into violent
Lifeless surroundings! Can we finally
Right this? Or just slightly unbind
ourselves from the nightmare. Will you dare to FIGHT!
Or collapse and invite the destruction. The future
Of man is a cycle.
Will you dare to fight...
We rebuild tonight!"
- BOO....Open you eyes, Find you own truths, Bind together, and Become strong in your Virtue and Bonds
Together with that, we will right our many wrongs, and change this world.
Okay... My friend wont have it started till' morning where he lives.
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