The Resistance OOC

[Artsydaze]

STATUS: OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS!

You were full of hope when you first escaped the War for the peaceful Edgar two years ago, in fact, you were dreaming of a life of peace and success, of hard work recognized and recompensed by the elite, where you would one day partake in the luxury boasted by the Kingdom of Edgar since time immemorial. No more hunger, no more pain and no more fear, the perfect promised land...

What a fool you were.

What you got was mental and emotional misery and poverty of the like you never experienced before as the supposed 'elite' bloated themselves in their luxuries, mocking your ways and your lands with the self-importance that only years upon years of utter domination of the weak and helpless can give. So you drowned your sorrow and mulled and nursed over your resentment, making it brew to an unbearable point when finally it exploded in a rundown tavern in the slums of Flioridus, a small town on the outskirt of the kingdom, made just for the poor fools who slavered for the powerful. That night a revolution was born, as, unbeknown to you, many others shared your sentiment and themselves exploded in that particular place at that particular time.

The Resistance was born on the 22th of Dioclius, 183 years after the Treaty of Beruvial*.

This will be the tale of the foundation, consolidation, triumphs and tragedy shouldered by those souls that had the vision of something great. Will they succeed or fail under the eight of temptation and vertiginous and deadly obstacles? Only time will tell...

We must first start on the beginning however.... who are these heroes?

Full Name:
Age:
Gender:
Orientation:

Appearance:

Vocation:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:

Personality:

Skills:
Talent: (Only one, please! This will be what your character is REALLY good at!)

History:

Dissenter or Infiltrator?:
Living Family:

Goal:

There we go, we will start slow on that night and get to know and form the newborn organization properly, so be prepared for slower spots in the fast-paced action!

*The Treaty of Beruvial was the dissolution of the Beluvial empire into four kingdoms by it's four princes; Edgar, Gregor, Bartimeus and Vincent, who gave their name to their new nations.

[Heyitsjiwon]

WIP

Full Name: Lothar Wolff
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Orientation:

Appearance:




Vocation: Merchant/Town Treasurer
Strengths:
Intelligent
Self-Educated
Charismatic
Steadfast

Weaknesses:
Weaker than average - Considering how Lothar has hasn't done any job that is menial labor (farming, and etc.), which are common jobs, he is obviously not as physically fit as many others.

Personality: Lothar is one of the most serious people that you will ever meet. In fact, some people find him intimidating when they meet him for the first time and his face is simply blank. This isn't an intentional attempt to intimidate people. Instead, Lothar is one of the types of people who lives inside their minds. Every second of his waking life, Lothar is thinking about something. Almost every action has some sort of logical thinking preceding it. That doesn't mean that Lothar is a mean person. In fact, his friends all know him to be a kind man who is concerned about many things.

Skills:
Literate
Good with numbers
Can "read" people
Talent: Silver Tongue - Lothar has spent all his life so far trying to convince people to trade, buy or sell something so that the deal would be in his favor. Of course, he is going to be good at convincing people

History:

Dissenter or Infiltrator?: Dissenter
Living Family:

Goal:

[Zaiker]

Question before I start my CS: is this medieval, Victorian, or some other theme/time?

[Artsydaze]

It's Victorian-ish .

[Bladewind]

Full Name: Christopher
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Orientation: Not interested

Appearance:


Vocation: Runs errands
Strengths: Fast runner, quick thinker, not scared of heights
Weaknesses: A child's body, cannot read or write, has no social skills to speak of, he is also a chronic liar and a cleptomaniac

Personality: Lonely, but determined to cope with his own strength. He still believes that he can achieve everything if he just goes about it the right way. Has developed a severe hatred of dogs and policemen after being chased by them often. He can be cute and polite, but only when required. He has grown up to think almost like an animal, prioritizing his own survival over what is the right thing to do. He sulks a lot, but rarely raises his voice. In his attitude toward others he has a strange middleground between childish naivety and the paranoia that the world has taught him. He is plagued by nightmares and rarely sleeps, his tired eyes disrupting his otherwise perfectly childish features.

Skills: Climbing, sprinting, pickpocketing, lying
Talent: Having spent most of his life hiding and sneaking around, Christopher has learnt to keep low profile. Unless searching for him, noticing him is nigh impossible. He simply blends into the background, no matter whether it is an abandoned warehouse or a crowded street.

History: Christopher is an orphan. He was not born, he was cut from his prostitute mother's womb by the employers she had hidden from for over a year. Through some kind of miracle the baby survived long enough to be found by a drunkard who had recently lost his pregnant wife to sickness. The man, influenced by alcohol and a growing mental affliction, took the child in and raised it as his own. So Christopher lived with his adoptive father and his deceased adoptive mother, in the form of his father's hallucinations. Somehow he prospered, becoming a young lad that could outrun anyone in the city, no matter the terrain. But while he began to find his place in the city and life itself, his father slowly wasted away, taken by illness just as his wife had. Christopher continued running errands for people, bringing in food and sitting at his father's side, taking twisted solace in the man's conversations with his wife and even his cries for help as he gasped in pain. When the man finally died, Christopher left into the darkness of the city, never setting foot in that ruin of a house again. Haunted, he did not aim for anything, set no goals for himself. He simply continued to survive.

Dissenter or Infiltrator: Dissenter
Living Family: Has none, wants none

Goal: Survival