Scrolls of Gelbaron: The Forsaken Saga OC (Epic Fantasy w/ Steampunk Elements)

[Mercinus3]

That's not a problem, Mal.

I'll note down my character sheet as well so that everyone gets an idea for the character.

Character Name: Auroreon Greyback
Age: 26
Race: Human
Magic: None
Appearance:

Auroreon is a fairly large man, standing over 6'0” tall and weighing 200lbs. His build is fairly muscular, though nit as obnoxious as some of the stronger men that are out there. He has ash blond hair that is of medium length, which hangs straight over his head. He has deep sapphire blue eyes, giving his face a sense of wisdom behind them. His facial features are sharp, almost hawk-like, that give people around him an uneasy feeling when he is not in a jovial mood. The one thing he does have on his face is a long, jagged scar that runs across his face, probably caused by a blunt knife.

His usual working attire is a studded leather jerkin, worn from use for one year too many times. The leather is brown, the lines where the leather had been bending a few shades lighter than areas that never move. The jerkin is covered by plated mail, which then allows him to be flexible while being moderately covered. The mail, however, has been rusted over the years due to neglect and use, making people assume that Auroreon had bought the armour from an antique dealer. Below the plated mail cuirass is the fauld, created by lamellar strips of steel to protect his waist. Wearing cotton trousers underneath that, his sabatons and greaves together give an impression that he is wearing riding boots. Around his waist, between the cuirass and the fauld, is a brown belt that has a pouch on it for storing his gun's bullets, scabbards for his claymore and dagger and a pouch that contains ammunition for his gun.

Personality:

The one thing that most people would see from his eyes is determination and perseverance. If there is one thing that he is particularly good at, through his personality, it is the determination that whatever task has been set up for him that he will be able to go through with that task onto the end. Apart from this determination, he is reserved and very calculating. He tends to be rather quiet with everyone that he is around, whether it was for a social setting in a tavern or during the heat of combat. His authoritative personality means that whenever he speaks, purely for the latter situation, he will bark out orders to make sure that everyone is properly co-ordinated and that everyone was to pull through in one piece. Although there have been rare instances that this would occur, but he does have a kinder side and willing to pull his own weight to make sure that whoever is in trouble is safe.

Traits
-Strengths

• Good Swordsman
• Very tactical
• Good at throwing knives

-Weaknesses

• Not a great marksman
• Always trusting
• Not a great communicator
• Easily flustered in a group of people.

Equipment:

The first weapon that anyone would notice Auroreon having is a claymore. With the blade that is 115cm long, it appears tht it was made by a fine craftsman of an unknown origin. While it is an impressive weapon to hold, the one thing that attracted people's attention was the fact that the blade was an icy-blue colour, with the fact that it was made of the rare mineral talunite, and it's aura had shone with a similar colour. There are gold runes that go along the fuller of the blade, roughly translating to Silver Moon in the ancient language. The handle itself was made of gold, with the cross hilt slightly curving towards the area of the pommel. The pommel itself has an embedded gem made of pure talunite, giving it a deep turquoise colour of pure clarity. There is a turquoise leather fabric on the hilt so that the weapon was easier to hold in either one hand or both.

Another weapon that he uses often is a dagger. Given to him by his old master, the blade is what anyone would have expected. It has a simple, leather bound handle with no hilt. The blade is a foot long, the edge curving up towards a deadly point. Unlike the claymore, the dagger does not have any magical properties, not having talunite within the blade, and it just has a cold, steel grey colour to it. He mainly uses this knife now for menial things like hunting and, on occasion, shaving. However, he can rely on the sturdy blade if things get out of hand and Silver Moon is out of reach.

The final weapon he has, which he has obtained after a particular event (see Bio), is a flintlock pistol. While he rarely uses this, seeing as the weapon still scares him and the idea that he is not a good marksman, he uses it whenever his life is in immediate danger. It is a standard, smooth bore pistol that has a simple flintlock mechanism and a bog-standard grip and trigger mechanism.

Apart from those weapons, he has a medium pack that carries all of his needed equipment for journeys, e.g. food, rope, a big, sturdy cloth which he uses for a tent, some big stakes to pitch the tent down and various maps.

Bio:

Auroreon was born and raised in Terrubane's heart to a family of no particular honour or fame. While he did not know who his mother was, his father had been a member of the Terrubane Police Force who was easily corruptible. This was something that a few people at his school had picked up on and used day in, day out to make sure his life was miserable. While he found this school life uninteresting, he pressed on, making sure that he at least got through this so he can be his own self and get away from these people. However, when it came to a point where the group had almost beat him to death, an incident which he rarely talks to people about and a confrontation with his father about these things and his corruption, Auroreon decided to leave his home and never return to it.

While he was in down-town Terrubane, roaming the streets to try and make a living, he encountered the man who gave him the career path that he decided to take: a mercenary called Damenth. While the old mercenary rejected his advances, Auroreon's persistence and determination allowed Damenth to give the young boy a chance and taught him everything that he knew, ranging from combat training to tactics. During this time, the old man had given his apprentice a dagger to use for training and to defend himself. However, during one contract when Auroreon was 20, while being accompanied by two other mercenaries, a group of bandits ambushed them, fatally wounding Damenth and killing the two mercenaries. Auroreon had managed to fend them off at the cost of the thing that they were protecting being taken. However, he rushed over to his dying mentor's side. Damenth had placed his weapon, a claymore with the ancient runes calling it Silver Moon, in his own hands and uttered one sentence, “Always be strong and always go for what feels right...” Taking the claymore, he also looted the other mercenaries, which the only thing he obtained was a pistol. Since that day, he pushed himself as a mercenary.

Other:
This section would be for things that are revealed during the RP itself

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[Lydyn]

Ny'ael Silverwind
“True courage is not the brutal force of vulgar heroes, but the firm resolve of virtue and reason.”

Age: 26
Race: Half-Silvæan
Magic
• Elemental Air: The ability to manipulate the air around the user.
• Silvæan: The ability to manipulate metals of all kinds and activate a special support ability; Teleportation.

Personality
Ny'ael is both confident and a introvert, making it seem like she comes off as more modest than she really is. Despite her abrasive attitude at times, Ny'ael is a very kind individual and more than willing to sacrifice her needs for another if it's warranted. She can range from being socially shy to being a chatter-box depending on the situation and her moods, but also has a deep resolve that can easily manifest in dire situations. Overall, she is a honest, caring, and creative individual. There are times though where it's easy to see the more pessimistic side of her personality.

Traits
-Strengths
• Expert Air User: Able to use advanced techniques and advanced energy control involving air elemental magic.
• Silvæan Practitioner: Novice user, only really able to redirect metals (metal-kinesis).
• Journeymen Trident User: Above average martial arts with Tridents.
• Intelligent: Happens to remember and learn quickly.

-Weaknesses
• Silvæan Practitioner: Novice user, only really able to redirect metals (metal-kinesis).
• Pessimistic: Though generally friendly, her life experiences have left her less than hopeful about forming true friendships. This is especially true for her love life.
• Armor Adversion: Unused to wearing armor and finds it uncomfortable. Provides significantly less protection.
• Poor Marksmenship: No experience with either bows or firearms.
• Group Adversion: Unused to large groups of people and tends to shy away from them.

Equipment
• Doltventa Folcren: A trident that was passed down to Ny'ael as a gift for completing her training in Silvæan magic. All that she knows of the weapon is that it's magical, but has yet to use it in battle, so whatever magic it holds is unknown to her at the moment.

Biography
Silvæa, the Mystic Pines, home to the elves and rumored city of the Silvæans. No greater a city has been built within the woods, forming and altering the forest as if the city itself had been grown instead of built. In this city a man by the name of Maeglin Nénharma, an adventurer that has retired from years past and a master of air magic and it's uses. He'd spend days sitting in the branches and plucking lazily at his lute, enjoying and basking in the peacefulness that was his life. However, the moment he had took up the mantle as an adventurer, his fate was sealed.

As he was playing his lute like he had everyday, something broke the elegant notes of the instrument. It had caught him off guard and forced him to stop... only to hear the sobbing of a child. He looked down onto the forest floor and his elven sight easily made out the small figure of a baby, crawling along the forest floor slowly in the nude and caked lightly with blood. The man flew down as fast as he could, weaving magics to carry his decent to the earth below him. He scooped up the young babe, a girl, and looked north. There was smoke and fire...

Ny'ael was orphaned, having only reached one year old, by a raid of Krimntaar. Only a few survivors had walked away from the attack, but none of them could claim her as their own and no one even knew who the parents were. So with a resigned sigh, the man took her as his own and raised her, soon enough treating her as if she were his own child. While she seemed to be shy, Maeglin was proud to note she had an ever active imagination and resounding heart to do what was right. He could only guess that he was a healthy babe when she was born as she quickly grasped the magics he had taught her and seemed to have an energy pool that was above average.

As time went by, she seemed to feel more of an itch to follow her adopted father's footsteps, adventuring out into the world to do some good for others, even though he tried his best to keep her home as long as he could. It came to a time where she was starting to refuse to stay still and let people suffer, so he went to the elders and explained something he had noticed - she had the silver-grey eyes of the Silvæans. He had only heard rumors, but his fame had allowed the elders to respond in a favorable way. Ny'ael was then sent to the forbidden parts of the city and learned from those willing to teach her. Given the basics, room to grow, and an unusual gift, she was released to start her adventure - her first stop; Terrubane.

Other

[Mercinus3]

As I've mentioned via PM that your character has been accepted, Lydyn. I'll add her onto the first post and begin writing the IC post.

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[Lydyn]

Just us two for now, huh? =P

[Mercinus3]

Just us two for now, huh? =P

There's the two of us that have character's created. Shienvien, Mal and Attila are creating characters as we speak. And I can assume that there are others joining in once the IC thread is up (which should be by tomorrow or Monday).

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[Lydyn]

Ah, okay. =)

[Mercinus3]

If there is one more character accepted, then the IC thread will be posted momentarily. In the meantime, there is a group created for this RP (so discussions about things relating to the world itself can be taken over there), which can be found here. It will also be noted down in the first post as well for an easier reference.

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[EbonWings]

Age: 25
Race: Silvæan

Magic:
Silvæan: The genes shared by Silvæans gives him the ability to manipulate metal and also gives him access to teleportation.
Magic: Fire Element: Imbues his weapons with fire.

Usually has a vacant look in his eyes, almost as if he isn’t paying any heed to what is happening around him and has given off the impression that he is blind on a couple of occasions. Perhaps he is just always sleepy? It is almost difficult to tell save for the rare occasions where his eyes appear to be keenly aware of something.

Personality: Though originally a reserved person, Tahlenas makes an effort to speak in a somewhat flamboyant way from time to time that makes him appear as if he has not a care in the world. He seems to draw out his words at times -either for emphasis or out of habit- but it has made it easier for him to speak to humans because some become noticeably uncomfortable if he carried on in a monotone. Tahlenas can easily forget this and slip away from this speech pattern he had taken on when in thought, though. Despite his aloof nature, his concern sometimes shows a lot more than it should around people outside of family.
Traits
-Strengths
Maintains a good balance between offensive and defensive skills with the sword, adapting it to his preferred fighting style.
Is quite agile on his feet, able to walk through a forest leaving only subtle signs of his presence.



-Weaknesses
If a battle draws on for too long, it is possible to pick up his parrying patterns and breach his defences.
Skilled with a bow and arrows but it has been years since he has picked one up.
Due to his current condition, he cannot distinguish figures from his surroundings when at a distance despite having keen eyesight.
Is still trying to integrate his elemental spell into his swordplay instead of having to enchant weapons most of the time.





Equipment:
Syrendil: A family heirloom that has been passed down from his father and before that, his father to him. The blade is made of steel that ‘eats’ the light of the sun and the moon, almost always giving off a soft gleam despite being in the strongest light. On the body of the blade are inscriptions in the Silvaean language that roughly translates into ‘life’ or ‘thriving.’ It is quite light but also strong enough for Tahlenas to rely on it during battle.

A leather pouch: Usually hung around his neck for safekeeping though he generally despises its very presence. It is only just out of view, hidden beneath his breastplate.

Bio:


He looked down at his hand once hers had fallen away and in it were the three gems she had always carried with her, radiating with a soft, green light as if to acknowledge the warmth of their new bearer. The two were crouched behind an abandoned building, ignoring for the moment the sounds of battle that drifted through the air. Tahlenas silently questioned why she would entrust him with something so important and when he looked back up at her, she smiled sweetly and cupped his face in her hands. Something glinted in her eyes then, something akin to self-loathing. “You need to realise that there’s no second chance at life. That’s why you have to treat it like it’s the most special thing in the world. Most people don’t realise just how valuable the gift of life is and some are just willing to throw it away...don’t be one of them.” As Reanne nursed the injuries she had gotten when they fled, he looked away as guilt pressed against him. It was due to his own stupidity that he had been captured by humans and put on the market to be sold as a slave. However, the human girl, as naive as she was, had snuck towards him and aided in his escape while the town was invaded by marauders.
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When he was still very young, Tahlenas, his father and older brother were one of those lucky enough to escape when the Krimntaar fought against the Silvæans, going into hiding amongst the humans. Tahlenas’ father wanted to stay and fight, but was convinced otherwise by his eldest son. They were forced to wear hoods and hunting caps to cover their ears and often kept their heads down to avoid being distinguished from the crowd. They had been lucky to have shelter provided by an elderly woman living with her granddaughter. That was where he had met her, a naive child no older than he was with dreams of becoming a mage who specialised in magic just like her father. Tahlenas had not been overly fond of her -he had never been fond of humans but her bravery when she set him free in his time of need made him grow to accept and even respect her on the same level that he respected his own kind. He saw her as a sister that he never had, making decisions to overlook the roundness of her ears as he fondly called her ‘Sister Reanne.' While staying under her grandmother’s care, Tahlenas’ family members took the time to teach him the art of swordplay, how to move about in a battle and how to use some various forms of magic. They also warned him that though magic was available to them, it was also very dangerous.

As years passed, he made steady progress of which he could be proud, but what frustrated him to no end was that Reanne was able to best him at magic. This sparked a small rivalry between them, one that prompted Tahlenas to further push himself to do better, sometimes to the point of overexertion that his brother always chided him for. It paid off, though, as he was able to go up against his father to prove his worth. It was certainly very close, but Tahlenas had managed to make his last attack count. He was a child no longer in their eyes and almost two years later, he was bestowed with the armour his father had worn when they made their escape. It fit him well, made from the same composites as his blade, but with a slight tinge of blue that had marked his father as an accomplished warrior.

Reanne’s influence over Tahlenas had caused him to have more respect towards humans than he ever did in the past. Weeks after Reanne had given him the task to complete in her place, her grandmother unsurprisingly passed away. They knew that she didn’t have long to live and though they had known the day would soon come, it still saddened them to see the one they owed a great debt to die. It was then that Tahlenas also decided that it was time to make his departure on behalf of the human girl he had come to consider as part of his family. His father and brother devised a plan that they would be waiting back in Silvaea for Tahlenas’ return as this was a journey that must be taken on his own. It was not them that Reanne had entrusted a valuable item to. The next morning, on the day of departure, Tahlenas placed a letter on her bedside table as she still slept. “Then...consider this my gift to you, dear Reanne.” He whispered, well aware that if she were able to, she would have wanted to complete the journey herself.


Other: None at the moment.

[Mercinus3]

I've replied to your PM about the minor changes that are needed for your character. However, as they are minor and can be edited, I'll go ahead and accept your character. I will then post the IC once that's done.

EDIT: And the RP is up now. Have fun ^^

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[Lydyn]

Okay, so schoolwork got a hold of me ... but I promise I'll find time tomorrow or Friday to post. =D I have a scene all worked out in my head and everything.