It's not that it's the fact that I've been shot down three times so far. I'll figure something out and post a cs up tomorrow.
EDIT: Double post sorry.
EDIT: Double post sorry.
Everblight
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Alright, finished my sheet. Sorry for the lack of warning, I got a bit excited, haha.
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SyrianHamster said
Lovely dubbly, I think I'll get most of it written out, and leave room to accommodate any information I feel would worm its way into an ale filled tavern.
Is being a foreigner that important? Surely you can reach into your bag of ideas and reroll a non-foreigner? Even within the 'limitations' (which, as far as limitations go, is far from actually limited), there are a thousand possibilities for an interesting character. But hey-ho, each to their own I guess.Anyways, it's 2am over here in not-so-sunny England, so I'm off to bed. I hope you find a solution to the foreigner problem... which would sound really bad out of context. Laters.
I think you got it well figured out. But each person has their preferences. I am still looking forward to your CS as well Everblight.
Not sure where you got shot three times down, but I thought it was a bit clear that the focus would be on what I had written out. If I hadn't been clear and set you on the wrong foot, than I am sorry for that.
Viod,
Is looking good. Keep it going. ^^
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Great! Can't wait for the RP to start.
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I hope it's not too late to partake of this magnificence! I got sidetracked while writing up a CS :<
Name :
Erin Farain
Nicknames :
Strategist
Gender :
Female
Age and birthday :
18 years of age. Born as the last leaves left the trees.
Origin :
Born a commoner as her parents before her, Erin remains firmly lodged in the capital where she was born. It is only there she may yet realize her destiny.
Length and build :
Erin draws a modestly tall 5'11", not too shabby for someone who looks like they just barely skip above the border of malnourishment. Her bodily shape does relatively little to evoke any specific reaction when compared to the peasants around her.
Weight :
~120 lbs.
Sexuality :
She loathes the day when she'll have to sit down and think of such things. As it stands, it seems any particularly forthright individual will make her uncomfortable.
Appearances :
Occupation :
Mapmaking is an artistic job, and one she has a knack for. However, now that her father has passed away, leaving her and mother to manage the store of scrolls and maps and ink, she finds the itch is returning to find her calling.
Favorite phrase/saying :
"The past is where the future lies."
Favorite Food :
Carrots have a particular crunch to them, don't they?
Favorite Weather and Season :
In the autumn and in the rain, is where Erin thrives.
Patron God/Goddess :
Erin does not ascribe to henotheism, but rather believes that each god merits his or her own respect and sacrifice at the opportune times, however unruly such thoughts may be.
Personality :
There is an itch. Something within me that demands its place in the sunlight. Out there my destiny awaits, no longer should I be shackled to the mediocrity of my parents. I am the only one that will see reason. We were great once. The tales of majesty, of brilliance. Yet we dine only on beets and the store is breaking apart. The taxes are breaking our backs. Father is gone, but can a man who did nothing with his life truly be forgotten? Is he simply remembered for what he accomplished? This is what awaits me too. A failing business and a mother bereft of all spirit. This is no life for the Farain family.
I will bring us back into the light.
History :
The story of Erin begins a time before she was given a place in the world. When the land was yet in turmoil, the Warring Times, there was a man who distinguished himself. A brilliant strategist, fierce in mind as well as mastering the art of the sword. Though he came from no great family nor carried with him any wealth, his intellect bore him soundly through the unstable times. One of the lesser nobility swept him into their service as a weapon from the warlord's tent -and a bodyguard if necessary- and he held true to his skill, giving the righteous noblemen countless victories with his keen insight and trust in the soldiers. A legacy was born solely on his prowess. From the humble Arkan Farain, master strategist, would spring many a glorious tale.
Then, he fell. On a warm summers' eve, illness took hold of Master Farain. Though he successfully composed a final plan for the future of his masters, he was taken from the world, leaving behind him a wife and two children. Those children would grow up to become inspired by their father, and continued in service of their fathers' noble masters. Though neither of them would ever become brilliant strategists, they delved into advisory matters that they could flourish in, and carried the banner of Farain, humble though it may be.
The cycle diluted. The children that came after were likewise inspired by their grandfathers greatness, and though they never quite excelled at neither advisory roles nor strategy, the result was a new artistic bent to the Farain family line. They would become mapmakers and scrollkeepers, now that their noble masters would not see use for them anymore. They too had children, whom planted themselves in the legacy of their parents.
Erin Farain was born yet more generations after that, brought into a world where peace had now been the standard for some time. Though the tale of Arkan Farain was fondly told to her as she grew, she was to accept a fate as helper in her fathers' now failing store. At her fingertips were the preserved stories of greatness. Of the temporary glory that had been given to her family. Of what a brilliant mind could do. How could she not challenge herself to continue such a legacy, rather than rot away in apathy?
Her father took ill and vanished into history. Erin noticed how not even their few regular customers seemed to notice the change. Her mother turned to managing the store in silence. She too would suffer the fate of a failing candle, and noone would notice. They had become nothing. Fortunately, Erin had spent more than enough time poring over maps, scrolls and books in her contentious youth. She'd read up on strategy. She'd made herself nosier than she should in the workings of the land.
It would be her.
Theme song :
(A theme song for your character? Video or normal URL links are fine.)
Clothing and/or armor :
Erin generally dresses herself in plain, cheap garments that go with the seasons. Her reasonably frail exterior has forced her to invest in a robust cloak (as seen above). She also owns a set of padded clothes, doubling as possible (poor) armour and protection against the elements. She is regularly seen in her cloak. It has become something of a fashion choice, despite noone else agreeing with it.
Tools and weapons :
=======
Name :
The Sword of Farain - Longsword
Description :
It is a sword. It may parry other weaponry should the wielder be apt enough to pull off such a maneuver. It may also jab and cut opponents, given a chance to do so alongside appropriate force.
Appearance :
It is included in the picture above. Really, it's just a very old sword.
=======
Name :
Quills and Inkpots
Description :
By positioning a quill betwixt ones fingers and immersing the tip of the quill into an open inkpot, one has proceeded through the ritual that allows oneself to put words - or indeed imagery - onto paper or other surfaces.
Appearance :
These tools look exactly like one would expect medieval writing equipment to look.
=======
Skill/Abilities :
For all her self-proclaimed chance for greatness, Erin really isn't half-bad at strategizing, having immersed herself into the works of her ancestor and his peers for much of her young life. Determined to follow his footsteps rather than her fathers', she has also taken up practicing with the old blade she recovered from the attic, though she's only good enough not to hurt herself.
Other skills include a working knowledge of moderate mathematics, a beastly understanding of geography, and an apetite for vegetables.
Traits
Frowns subconsciously.
Is clearly destined for greatness according to herself.
Blemish-free.
I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.
Erin Farain
Nicknames :
Strategist
Gender :
Female
Age and birthday :
18 years of age. Born as the last leaves left the trees.
Origin :
Born a commoner as her parents before her, Erin remains firmly lodged in the capital where she was born. It is only there she may yet realize her destiny.
Length and build :
Erin draws a modestly tall 5'11", not too shabby for someone who looks like they just barely skip above the border of malnourishment. Her bodily shape does relatively little to evoke any specific reaction when compared to the peasants around her.
Weight :
~120 lbs.
Sexuality :
She loathes the day when she'll have to sit down and think of such things. As it stands, it seems any particularly forthright individual will make her uncomfortable.
Appearances :
Occupation :
Mapmaking is an artistic job, and one she has a knack for. However, now that her father has passed away, leaving her and mother to manage the store of scrolls and maps and ink, she finds the itch is returning to find her calling.
Favorite phrase/saying :
"The past is where the future lies."
Favorite Food :
Carrots have a particular crunch to them, don't they?
Favorite Weather and Season :
In the autumn and in the rain, is where Erin thrives.
Patron God/Goddess :
Erin does not ascribe to henotheism, but rather believes that each god merits his or her own respect and sacrifice at the opportune times, however unruly such thoughts may be.
Personality :
There is an itch. Something within me that demands its place in the sunlight. Out there my destiny awaits, no longer should I be shackled to the mediocrity of my parents. I am the only one that will see reason. We were great once. The tales of majesty, of brilliance. Yet we dine only on beets and the store is breaking apart. The taxes are breaking our backs. Father is gone, but can a man who did nothing with his life truly be forgotten? Is he simply remembered for what he accomplished? This is what awaits me too. A failing business and a mother bereft of all spirit. This is no life for the Farain family.
I will bring us back into the light.
History :
The story of Erin begins a time before she was given a place in the world. When the land was yet in turmoil, the Warring Times, there was a man who distinguished himself. A brilliant strategist, fierce in mind as well as mastering the art of the sword. Though he came from no great family nor carried with him any wealth, his intellect bore him soundly through the unstable times. One of the lesser nobility swept him into their service as a weapon from the warlord's tent -and a bodyguard if necessary- and he held true to his skill, giving the righteous noblemen countless victories with his keen insight and trust in the soldiers. A legacy was born solely on his prowess. From the humble Arkan Farain, master strategist, would spring many a glorious tale.
Then, he fell. On a warm summers' eve, illness took hold of Master Farain. Though he successfully composed a final plan for the future of his masters, he was taken from the world, leaving behind him a wife and two children. Those children would grow up to become inspired by their father, and continued in service of their fathers' noble masters. Though neither of them would ever become brilliant strategists, they delved into advisory matters that they could flourish in, and carried the banner of Farain, humble though it may be.
The cycle diluted. The children that came after were likewise inspired by their grandfathers greatness, and though they never quite excelled at neither advisory roles nor strategy, the result was a new artistic bent to the Farain family line. They would become mapmakers and scrollkeepers, now that their noble masters would not see use for them anymore. They too had children, whom planted themselves in the legacy of their parents.
Erin Farain was born yet more generations after that, brought into a world where peace had now been the standard for some time. Though the tale of Arkan Farain was fondly told to her as she grew, she was to accept a fate as helper in her fathers' now failing store. At her fingertips were the preserved stories of greatness. Of the temporary glory that had been given to her family. Of what a brilliant mind could do. How could she not challenge herself to continue such a legacy, rather than rot away in apathy?
Her father took ill and vanished into history. Erin noticed how not even their few regular customers seemed to notice the change. Her mother turned to managing the store in silence. She too would suffer the fate of a failing candle, and noone would notice. They had become nothing. Fortunately, Erin had spent more than enough time poring over maps, scrolls and books in her contentious youth. She'd read up on strategy. She'd made herself nosier than she should in the workings of the land.
It would be her.
Theme song :
(A theme song for your character? Video or normal URL links are fine.)
Clothing and/or armor :
Erin generally dresses herself in plain, cheap garments that go with the seasons. Her reasonably frail exterior has forced her to invest in a robust cloak (as seen above). She also owns a set of padded clothes, doubling as possible (poor) armour and protection against the elements. She is regularly seen in her cloak. It has become something of a fashion choice, despite noone else agreeing with it.
Tools and weapons :
=======
Name :
The Sword of Farain - Longsword
Description :
It is a sword. It may parry other weaponry should the wielder be apt enough to pull off such a maneuver. It may also jab and cut opponents, given a chance to do so alongside appropriate force.
Appearance :
It is included in the picture above. Really, it's just a very old sword.
=======
Name :
Quills and Inkpots
Description :
By positioning a quill betwixt ones fingers and immersing the tip of the quill into an open inkpot, one has proceeded through the ritual that allows oneself to put words - or indeed imagery - onto paper or other surfaces.
Appearance :
These tools look exactly like one would expect medieval writing equipment to look.
=======
Skill/Abilities :
For all her self-proclaimed chance for greatness, Erin really isn't half-bad at strategizing, having immersed herself into the works of her ancestor and his peers for much of her young life. Determined to follow his footsteps rather than her fathers', she has also taken up practicing with the old blade she recovered from the attic, though she's only good enough not to hurt herself.
Other skills include a working knowledge of moderate mathematics, a beastly understanding of geography, and an apetite for vegetables.
Traits
Frowns subconsciously.
Is clearly destined for greatness according to herself.
Blemish-free.
I think I should let you guys know that I made a few revisions to my CS. Mostly minor stuff like moving 'Honorable' and 'Brave' from traits to personality, fleshing out certain things and adding a few flaws, like that he likes to gamble and that he's not the smartest out there.
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Here is my sheet, finally completed. I was pretty distracted while working on it, so if you spot any problems, do point them out for me... or any questions you may have. Auditioning for the role as current head of House Perar.
Name :
Valfunde Perar
Nicknames :
The Summer-King (name of a flower that blooms only in direct sunlight during the Summer)
Gender :
Male
Age and birthday :
30, born in 1272 on the waning day of June.
Origin :
Seventh son of the prior scion of the House Perar, born near the Barbarian lands during his father's time as a Marshal in the Legion of Nurvlin.
Length and build :
Roughly 5 inches above six feet, Valfunde is tall and built powerfully, but with some noticeable wear and premature sag/aging in an otherwise thick build from a life of over-exertion.
Weight :
Somewhere around 200 lbs.
Sexuality :
He loves the very idea of women, but finds beauty in anyone. He is only attracted to women, however. He has known many throughout his life.
Appearances :
Except with a slightly longer moustache, droopy. His hair is a very dark bruin, nearing black. His eyes too are dark, with a bit of an icy hue within them. Like flecks of ice in shadows. He is a handsome man, by modern standards, though he has not short hair nor shaven face as is now the fashion in the Imperial nobility, keeping instead to the old ways.
Occupation :
Current Head of the lesser noble House of Perar. He only ascenced to this role some three years ago, upon the death of his father and three of his closest brothers in an incident. He also aids Lord Rynir with the running of Delias' city guard, many of which are Perar footmen or second sons of this House looking for some glory. Former Knight-Protector to Lady Joanne Tinath, his (then-future) wife who has since died.
Favorite phrase/saying :
"There is much power within you, yet to be thought over and wielded. You will survive."
Favorite Food :
Roasted game, usually stag or boar, cooked with mushrooms, onions and the like. And wines of any kind.
Favorite Weather and Season :
He lives for the summer, where the Hunt is good and the fighting, fucking spirits of men and women are roused once again from the slumber of the Winter. He has near-veneration for this time, as he imagines all men and beasts must.
Patron God/Goddess :
Noxios, and surprisingly, Iatia. He discovered a guitar among the possessions of a barbarian raid his command routed, and since then, while finding it not as well-made or civilized as the harps customary to the Empire, has spent much alone-time since attempting to create beautiful music with it. He venerates Rolor only as a fellow warrior, so as not to be struck down in battle and to grant him courage.
Personality :
Valfunde views anyone as a potential enemy, trusting no one completely if he senses they're trying to convince him of something. His family have often called him paranoid, but often these feelings have a tendency to prove true (enough), and he's not often deceived. (This is mostly due to the traumatic actions which took his father from him.)Despite this, he respects strength of character and will, even grudgingly in his rivals. Calm and extremely sensitive to his own feelings and those of the people who surround him, he views the world as soberly as he can, knowing that the easiest way to survive is to create as little of a negative impact as possible. He's friendly and sweet-hearted, in spite of everything in his life that has tried to shape him otherwise. He usually looks to be deep in some detached thought, almost brooding. This makes many think he's distracted from the affairs of the world.
History :
Born in the heat of the Summer, Valfunde was one of the many sons of legendarily boisterous Marshal Alicyon Perar, who was at that time still serving far away from home with the Legion, having been sent away by his House to build a reputation for the family and himself. Val grew up in the wispy cold of the North, only having a chance to exchange layers upon layers of furs for his tunic when the summer came and the sun beat hard into the land. Despite his dislike of the frost, he learned quickly from the soldiers surrounding his charismatic father how to adapt to the temper of the land and even learned from them how to track beasts (and men) through it.
His mother, Dame Isolde, was a strongly-built woman well-suited to the land, and while she didn't dote on him so much as his older brothers, he grew to respect her and through her all other women due to the tough lessons she allowed him to learn alongside the commoner soldiers. From this was born a lifelong respect for the lower-born class, and he swore to these men he'd see them again someday. They laughed, thinking the scrappy young lad but a naive child to want to return.
He first saw Deliar as a youth of 11, when Alicyon returned home in a victory parade that led him finally to claim his seat at the head of his House. The city presented a new world to the boy, but he also found it full of liars, men who feigned honor only to have others cut their rivals down, and this bothered the naive fantasies that he had held about the Empire from watching his father. While not much is know about this time of his life by others outside the direct family, he had a serious mental breakdown after living in Deliar for the next five years. His ideals fragile and his personality now seemingly haunted and eternally lonely even around others, he stayed apart from the Deliar court and kept company with the Perar bondsmen, upon the agreement of his parents. Despite all this, he made good recovery from his mental illness and volunteered for Legion duties after a short stay at the Academy that refreshed his psychological need for his world of honor and swordsmen to exist.
Serving as an officer along the barbarian border, he led a series of minor raids along both sides of the line and was eventually given command of a small hunting squad which pursued escaped prisoners and political refugees attempting to escape the Emperor's justice. During this period, he was married off to the young Lady Joanne Tinath, eventually falling in love with her and bearing a daughter by her. Unfortunately, births in the North are difficult to recover from, and two months later, both mother and child had perished along with many others in one of the terrible fevers that reign in the winter. While this greatly hurt Valfunde, he soldiered on and served with great note after this incident. He retired from active command four years ago and returned home upon his mother's death, and was thankfully there to regain control upon his father's death. He definitely had never planned on being appointed to lead the House, but has tried his best since to live up to what has been asked of him, working closely with nobles already well placed in the social hierarchy to provide himself with a safe net within which to cast himself into this new game of politics...
Theme song :
A LA MORTAILLE!
Clothing and/or armor :
Over this, he wears a dark purple tabard/kilt adorned with the Burning Sun of the Perar crest and a matching colored tartan pattern. Over all this, he wears a heavy wolf-fur cape. In battle, he wears plated gauntlets with spikes affixed to the knuckles, a dirty trick he picked up in the North. (Oh, and the helmet has a full face mask/shield, not just the eyes/noseguard.)
Tools and weapons :
=======
Name :
The Sworn Blade [of House Perar]
Description :
An old sword, traditionally wielded by the Sire of House Perar, whoever he may be. While mostly a relic and ceremonial, its ugly history is one of bloodshed and much killing, having been forged long ago by noble ancestors who eventually founded the House long ago during the dark ages.
Appearance :
Long enough to be wielded better with two hands, but still short enough for urban combat. Unlike the image, it is more or less straight near the hilt, shaped like a leaf to the end.
He also carries a pair of hand-axes on his person, looped through his belt, should he be in need of them.
Skill/Abilities :
He is an excellent tracker, having honed himself on the Northern frontlines hunting barbarians and other enemies through deadly, silent forests, and a near matchless ambush killer. This has given him impeccable hearing and eyesight, and his eyes often dart all about when passing through a quiet street or a crowd. His stamina is toughened due to this. He is a talented swordfighter but relies more on his strength than technique.
Traits
He's got a poetic way of looking at the world, seeing much in romantist terms and even finding dramatic personae in the people around him. Though this sometimes forces him deep into the grimmer realities of the Court and the Battlefield (his two places of duty now), he has never let it weaken him. Besides this, he's got a strong singing voice which surprisingly carries a lot of emotion and melancholy within it. He is kind but sometimes overly emotional.
Valfunde Perar
Nicknames :
The Summer-King (name of a flower that blooms only in direct sunlight during the Summer)
Gender :
Male
Age and birthday :
30, born in 1272 on the waning day of June.
Origin :
Seventh son of the prior scion of the House Perar, born near the Barbarian lands during his father's time as a Marshal in the Legion of Nurvlin.
Length and build :
Roughly 5 inches above six feet, Valfunde is tall and built powerfully, but with some noticeable wear and premature sag/aging in an otherwise thick build from a life of over-exertion.
Weight :
Somewhere around 200 lbs.
Sexuality :
He loves the very idea of women, but finds beauty in anyone. He is only attracted to women, however. He has known many throughout his life.
Appearances :
Except with a slightly longer moustache, droopy. His hair is a very dark bruin, nearing black. His eyes too are dark, with a bit of an icy hue within them. Like flecks of ice in shadows. He is a handsome man, by modern standards, though he has not short hair nor shaven face as is now the fashion in the Imperial nobility, keeping instead to the old ways.
Occupation :
Current Head of the lesser noble House of Perar. He only ascenced to this role some three years ago, upon the death of his father and three of his closest brothers in an incident. He also aids Lord Rynir with the running of Delias' city guard, many of which are Perar footmen or second sons of this House looking for some glory. Former Knight-Protector to Lady Joanne Tinath, his (then-future) wife who has since died.
Favorite phrase/saying :
"There is much power within you, yet to be thought over and wielded. You will survive."
Favorite Food :
Roasted game, usually stag or boar, cooked with mushrooms, onions and the like. And wines of any kind.
Favorite Weather and Season :
He lives for the summer, where the Hunt is good and the fighting, fucking spirits of men and women are roused once again from the slumber of the Winter. He has near-veneration for this time, as he imagines all men and beasts must.
Patron God/Goddess :
Noxios, and surprisingly, Iatia. He discovered a guitar among the possessions of a barbarian raid his command routed, and since then, while finding it not as well-made or civilized as the harps customary to the Empire, has spent much alone-time since attempting to create beautiful music with it. He venerates Rolor only as a fellow warrior, so as not to be struck down in battle and to grant him courage.
Personality :
Valfunde views anyone as a potential enemy, trusting no one completely if he senses they're trying to convince him of something. His family have often called him paranoid, but often these feelings have a tendency to prove true (enough), and he's not often deceived. (This is mostly due to the traumatic actions which took his father from him.)Despite this, he respects strength of character and will, even grudgingly in his rivals. Calm and extremely sensitive to his own feelings and those of the people who surround him, he views the world as soberly as he can, knowing that the easiest way to survive is to create as little of a negative impact as possible. He's friendly and sweet-hearted, in spite of everything in his life that has tried to shape him otherwise. He usually looks to be deep in some detached thought, almost brooding. This makes many think he's distracted from the affairs of the world.
History :
Born in the heat of the Summer, Valfunde was one of the many sons of legendarily boisterous Marshal Alicyon Perar, who was at that time still serving far away from home with the Legion, having been sent away by his House to build a reputation for the family and himself. Val grew up in the wispy cold of the North, only having a chance to exchange layers upon layers of furs for his tunic when the summer came and the sun beat hard into the land. Despite his dislike of the frost, he learned quickly from the soldiers surrounding his charismatic father how to adapt to the temper of the land and even learned from them how to track beasts (and men) through it.
His mother, Dame Isolde, was a strongly-built woman well-suited to the land, and while she didn't dote on him so much as his older brothers, he grew to respect her and through her all other women due to the tough lessons she allowed him to learn alongside the commoner soldiers. From this was born a lifelong respect for the lower-born class, and he swore to these men he'd see them again someday. They laughed, thinking the scrappy young lad but a naive child to want to return.
He first saw Deliar as a youth of 11, when Alicyon returned home in a victory parade that led him finally to claim his seat at the head of his House. The city presented a new world to the boy, but he also found it full of liars, men who feigned honor only to have others cut their rivals down, and this bothered the naive fantasies that he had held about the Empire from watching his father. While not much is know about this time of his life by others outside the direct family, he had a serious mental breakdown after living in Deliar for the next five years. His ideals fragile and his personality now seemingly haunted and eternally lonely even around others, he stayed apart from the Deliar court and kept company with the Perar bondsmen, upon the agreement of his parents. Despite all this, he made good recovery from his mental illness and volunteered for Legion duties after a short stay at the Academy that refreshed his psychological need for his world of honor and swordsmen to exist.
Serving as an officer along the barbarian border, he led a series of minor raids along both sides of the line and was eventually given command of a small hunting squad which pursued escaped prisoners and political refugees attempting to escape the Emperor's justice. During this period, he was married off to the young Lady Joanne Tinath, eventually falling in love with her and bearing a daughter by her. Unfortunately, births in the North are difficult to recover from, and two months later, both mother and child had perished along with many others in one of the terrible fevers that reign in the winter. While this greatly hurt Valfunde, he soldiered on and served with great note after this incident. He retired from active command four years ago and returned home upon his mother's death, and was thankfully there to regain control upon his father's death. He definitely had never planned on being appointed to lead the House, but has tried his best since to live up to what has been asked of him, working closely with nobles already well placed in the social hierarchy to provide himself with a safe net within which to cast himself into this new game of politics...
Theme song :
A LA MORTAILLE!
Clothing and/or armor :
Over this, he wears a dark purple tabard/kilt adorned with the Burning Sun of the Perar crest and a matching colored tartan pattern. Over all this, he wears a heavy wolf-fur cape. In battle, he wears plated gauntlets with spikes affixed to the knuckles, a dirty trick he picked up in the North. (Oh, and the helmet has a full face mask/shield, not just the eyes/noseguard.)
Tools and weapons :
=======
Name :
The Sworn Blade [of House Perar]
Description :
An old sword, traditionally wielded by the Sire of House Perar, whoever he may be. While mostly a relic and ceremonial, its ugly history is one of bloodshed and much killing, having been forged long ago by noble ancestors who eventually founded the House long ago during the dark ages.
Appearance :
Long enough to be wielded better with two hands, but still short enough for urban combat. Unlike the image, it is more or less straight near the hilt, shaped like a leaf to the end.
He also carries a pair of hand-axes on his person, looped through his belt, should he be in need of them.
Skill/Abilities :
He is an excellent tracker, having honed himself on the Northern frontlines hunting barbarians and other enemies through deadly, silent forests, and a near matchless ambush killer. This has given him impeccable hearing and eyesight, and his eyes often dart all about when passing through a quiet street or a crowd. His stamina is toughened due to this. He is a talented swordfighter but relies more on his strength than technique.
Traits
He's got a poetic way of looking at the world, seeing much in romantist terms and even finding dramatic personae in the people around him. Though this sometimes forces him deep into the grimmer realities of the Court and the Battlefield (his two places of duty now), he has never let it weaken him. Besides this, he's got a strong singing voice which surprisingly carries a lot of emotion and melancholy within it. He is kind but sometimes overly emotional.
The Psychic Refugee said
Here is my sheet, finally completed. I was pretty distracted while working on it, so if you spot any problems, do point them out for me... or any questions you may have. Auditioning for the role as current head of House Perar.
Your character and theme song are epic. Always metal \m/
Gerontis "I worry for Hugin, But I worry more for Munin."
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@Enzayne
Accepted.
@The Psychic Refugee
Would you mind to change :
''Seventh son of the prior scion of the House Perar, born near the Wall ''
There is no Wall. Other than that, once you have changed that, I accept him. He is good. I am a fan of metal too.
I did my GM job, yeah.
Accepted.
@The Psychic Refugee
Would you mind to change :
''Seventh son of the prior scion of the House Perar, born near the Wall ''
There is no Wall. Other than that, once you have changed that, I accept him. He is good. I am a fan of metal too.
I did my GM job, yeah.
Everblight
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This is what I have so far, I hope it's up to scratch. Please tell me what needs to be changed and I'll have a go at making it so.
- Name -
Damien Perar
- Gender -
Male
- Age and birthday -
27 years old, born the 11th of June of the year 1274
- Origin -
He is of low nobility, born from the Lesser House of Perar
- Length and build -
6'0" with a slender build
- Weight -
185lbs
- Sexuality -
Heterosexual
- Appearances -
- Occupation -
Damien has the head for politics and as such he has made it his goal to make his way to a seat on the senate.
- Favorite phrase/saying -
"Treachery is noble when aimed at tyranny"
- Favorite Food -
Cherry's are his favorite food and he is often seen still nibbling their stalks
- Favorite Weather and Season -
Winter and snow
- Patron God/Goddess -
Araos, God of Intelligence and Knowledge & Irtan, God of Courage and Chance/Luck
- Personality -
Despite being of low nobility and thus not being granted the highest education available Damien is a rather intelligent individual whom has learnt his way through life thus far, he could be described as an intellectual who spends hours reading books and the like but it when he comes into contact with people when Damien really shines. He has learnt through multiple methods most prominently examining himself and his own personality how to manipulate others and to play people off on one another. He is a very ambitious person and he intends to use his future power and influence to improve the standing of house Perar and to catapult himself even further.
On the face of it Damien is a polite and hard working member of house Perar, he is generally one to make a joke and enjoys toying with others and deliberately putting people off balance.
He is similar to his sister in many ways, as he knows that she isn't the paragon that everyone seems to believe. However being her brother Damien is rather protective over her and is looking forward to the day that their paths cross not just as siblings, but as rivals.
Damien has never seen the allure of courage and fighting his opponent head on, he sees the fight in the shadows that is played between minds to be the most important and honorable fight.
- History -
Damien was always interested in the ideals and inspirations of others. He always wondered about his fathers desires and why he was content with being an servant for the high house of Rynir. His father was a good man and Damien respected him but he did not share the bakers ambitions, no Damien aimed much higher when imagining his own destiny and after years of education and teaching himself in the only library available to him he was able to give himself at least a chance of reaching those impossible dreams he had set for himself so many years prior.
Damien is focused on getting himself a seat in the senate, something he sees as essential if he wants to continue along his current path and hopefully manage to make the name of Perar great. With only his intelligence he often seeks travel to the capital so he can learn more about the government and the senators themselves as he realizes that if he one day does manage to gain a place among their ranks he will need allies and he will have to know whom to trust and whom to manipulate.
- Theme song -
- Clothing and/or armor -
Damien generally walks around in tight fit leather clothing with the etched designs of house Perar, these are his everyday clothes which most people see him wearing. He does also posses armor but hasn't yet been involved in a conflict in which he needed to wear it. With red shaded leather and chain mail stained a dark reddish colour and with lines of gold in its lining. It is a very fine set of armor and whilst he doesn't have the time to devote to his physical training he hopes he can live up to its appearance if he ever needs to wear it.
- Tools and weapons -
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Damien has little need for swords or bows as he does most of his fighting in the quarters of nobles. He does have a small dagger that was bestowed upon him by his father when he was the age of five. He has kept it by his side ever since and it can often be seen strapped to his belt or somehow fixed to his waist.
Whilst he doesn't carry it around with him Damien does have a sword that is placed with his armor in his personal quarters but it is rarely taken from it's sheath let alone used.
- Skill/Abilities -
Skilled Orator
Tactician
Manipulator
Low-level fighting skills
Can ride a horse
Superior observation skills
- Traits -
Stern
Driven
Underhanded
Joker
lighthearted
Damien Perar
- Gender -
Male
- Age and birthday -
27 years old, born the 11th of June of the year 1274
- Origin -
He is of low nobility, born from the Lesser House of Perar
- Length and build -
6'0" with a slender build
- Weight -
185lbs
- Sexuality -
Heterosexual
- Appearances -
- Occupation -
Damien has the head for politics and as such he has made it his goal to make his way to a seat on the senate.
- Favorite phrase/saying -
"Treachery is noble when aimed at tyranny"
- Favorite Food -
Cherry's are his favorite food and he is often seen still nibbling their stalks
- Favorite Weather and Season -
Winter and snow
- Patron God/Goddess -
Araos, God of Intelligence and Knowledge & Irtan, God of Courage and Chance/Luck
- Personality -
Despite being of low nobility and thus not being granted the highest education available Damien is a rather intelligent individual whom has learnt his way through life thus far, he could be described as an intellectual who spends hours reading books and the like but it when he comes into contact with people when Damien really shines. He has learnt through multiple methods most prominently examining himself and his own personality how to manipulate others and to play people off on one another. He is a very ambitious person and he intends to use his future power and influence to improve the standing of house Perar and to catapult himself even further.
On the face of it Damien is a polite and hard working member of house Perar, he is generally one to make a joke and enjoys toying with others and deliberately putting people off balance.
He is similar to his sister in many ways, as he knows that she isn't the paragon that everyone seems to believe. However being her brother Damien is rather protective over her and is looking forward to the day that their paths cross not just as siblings, but as rivals.
Damien has never seen the allure of courage and fighting his opponent head on, he sees the fight in the shadows that is played between minds to be the most important and honorable fight.
- History -
Damien was always interested in the ideals and inspirations of others. He always wondered about his fathers desires and why he was content with being an servant for the high house of Rynir. His father was a good man and Damien respected him but he did not share the bakers ambitions, no Damien aimed much higher when imagining his own destiny and after years of education and teaching himself in the only library available to him he was able to give himself at least a chance of reaching those impossible dreams he had set for himself so many years prior.
Damien is focused on getting himself a seat in the senate, something he sees as essential if he wants to continue along his current path and hopefully manage to make the name of Perar great. With only his intelligence he often seeks travel to the capital so he can learn more about the government and the senators themselves as he realizes that if he one day does manage to gain a place among their ranks he will need allies and he will have to know whom to trust and whom to manipulate.
- Theme song -
- Clothing and/or armor -
Damien generally walks around in tight fit leather clothing with the etched designs of house Perar, these are his everyday clothes which most people see him wearing. He does also posses armor but hasn't yet been involved in a conflict in which he needed to wear it. With red shaded leather and chain mail stained a dark reddish colour and with lines of gold in its lining. It is a very fine set of armor and whilst he doesn't have the time to devote to his physical training he hopes he can live up to its appearance if he ever needs to wear it.
- Tools and weapons -
=======
Damien has little need for swords or bows as he does most of his fighting in the quarters of nobles. He does have a small dagger that was bestowed upon him by his father when he was the age of five. He has kept it by his side ever since and it can often be seen strapped to his belt or somehow fixed to his waist.
Whilst he doesn't carry it around with him Damien does have a sword that is placed with his armor in his personal quarters but it is rarely taken from it's sheath let alone used.
- Skill/Abilities -
Skilled Orator
Tactician
Manipulator
Low-level fighting skills
Can ride a horse
Superior observation skills
- Traits -
Stern
Driven
Underhanded
Joker
lighthearted
Gerontis "I worry for Hugin, But I worry more for Munin."
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I think the character is good. As GM, you receive my seal of approval.
I think that today people should finish their CS's, as tomorrow the IC is going to start. And though I will be at work, I am going to try to write something already to introduce my character. :P
I think that today people should finish their CS's, as tomorrow the IC is going to start. And though I will be at work, I am going to try to write something already to introduce my character. :P
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Lucilia Tinath
Nicknames :
Lucy (Shorten), Sunshine (Her pet name used by her family and close friends), Riovas (her mother's maiden name which she uses when trying to hide her nobility)
Gender :
Female
Age and birthday :
24, Summer of 1278
Origin :
Born of low nobility in the House of Tinath. Her father is a squire-turned-knight while her mother is an acclaimed herbalist. She has three older brothers and a younger sister.
Length and build :
Stands at a height taller than most men (Six feet three inches) and built like a fortress. That is to say, underneath the layers of clothing, she is very muscular, as though she has spent years hauling rocks. She has a healthy layer of fat around her stomach and other major muscles that don't take away from her well-toned physique, but also allow her to keep on going even under duress.
Weight :
Two Hundred Twenty Pounds
Sexuality :
Heterosexual but unmarried (much to the chagrin of her mother)
Appearances :
No dragon, unfortunately. She also has a helmet.
Occupation :
Guard
Favorite phrase/saying :
"Heroes and Villains are just fantasy. Out here, there are only victims and survivors." Lucilia's general view on war and other conflicts.
"There is more color to this world than black and white." Lucilia thoughts on (Often extreme) dichotomy.
Favorite Food :
Apple Cabbage Soup and Garlic Bread
Favorite Weather and Season :
Lucilia likes the spring, where the plants are just beginning to bloom. But she also likes cold days, so that she doesn't burn up when she's in her uniform.
Patron God/Goddess :
Brafald, for the obvious reason that she wishes to protect the people using justice as her tool (And her bardiche as the weapon).
Personality :
Lucilia is a stoic girl, good for a guard, not so much for everything else. It seems like she simply is apathetic to the world as a whole, like she wouldn't shed a tear at her own father's funeral (She won't). But it's just now she's learn to deal with things. Lucilia isn't one to likes to constantly create close personal attachments to everyone and everything; all things physical will be gone one day, and who is she to have to mourn the inevitable? Not that she won't feel sadden by it, she just learned not to show it under the impression that it makes her look weak. But aside from her stone-expression, she has a heart of gold. Or maybe silver, depending on how charitable she is that day. She didn't become a guard just to mooch off the power; she wants to take an active part in helping protect the people of the land, from the royal court to the lowly beggars. While she isn't afraid to dirty her hands in the name of justice, she also betray her principles and honor just to fulfill the letter of her credo. She wants to do good the best way she can; sometimes this means following the law, other times it means commanding the law itself.
History :
Lucilia's story began with a knight and a healer. The knight was deathly ill, stricken with a disease that had plagued his family for years. He sought to use his short time on this world to do good, but as he neared his end, he regretted that there was much more to do, and very little time to do it. That's when he met the healer. The healer saw his pain, and she worked hard to alleviate the worse of it. But she was able to do much more. She was able to cure him of his curse. The knight, no longer ill, was able to continue to fight for justice and honor. To thank the anonymous healer the knight took her hand in marriage, to live with him and his family. And that's the basic basics of how Lucilia's parents met. Her father was a knight of House Tinath, while her mother was simply an herbalist who happened to chance upon the knight's sicken body. It was a storybook romance that had a happy ending, that ending involving five children and a family who does well for itself.
As a child Lucilia always loved stories. tales from her father, mother, friends, extended family, complete strangers. The tales of fantasy drew her into a world that seemed magical and awesome. And she wanted to be part of a world like to, to be the hero who vanquishes great evils and brings happiness to the land. Lucky for her, her father was more than willing to show her the ropes of how to uphold justice. While her three older brothers were, at first, much stronger than she was, as they grew older her strength began to surpass their. Only her eldest brother could outdo her in strength and skill, so it came to no surprise that when he reached adulthood he joined the Legion, and attained the rank of Centurion before Lucilia would have been considered a young woman. She too wished to join the legion and fight along side her brother, imagining that he protects the land from the likes of criminals and the barbarians of the north.
And Lucilia was given that chance when she turned eighteen years old herself. Training since she was a little girl, Lucilia was one of the better skilled soldiers of the Legion. Thanks to her father's influence, she was indeed able to work within the same unit as her brother. But that's where this tale stops being so whimsical. Her brother's unit was sent to assist a Legion towards the north, against a growing barbarian tribe that threaten to overrun one of the smaller villages. The battle was a slaughter, but it also showed the true colors of the world. The barbarians, savage as they were, did not come across as mindless monsters in the shape of men. Instead they looked like a mass collation of desperate men and women trying to survive. Lucilia saw cruelty from her people worse than the villains she heard of in stories. This went on for years as her brother was stationed there. Only recently has Lucilia returned to her home city of Hials, where she spends most of her days patrolling the streets for trouble.
Theme song :
We are all one
Clothing and/or armor :
Lucilia is often seen in her full armor (Image above) when walking the streets, as she is a guard. However she also has more casual attire in the form of fine linen trousers and a tunics. She's still wear her armored boots however, as they're the only footwear she owns.
Tools and weapons :
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Name :
Carnifex the bardiche
Description :
Lucilia's main weapon that she is very skilled at using. Capable of impaling, hacking, or slashing her enemies into slabs of flesh and bones. She received this weapon when she joined her eldest brother against the barbarians of the north.
Appearance :
It is the same weapon in her appearance image. On the blade is written a written engraving: Cast in the name of God, ye not guilty.
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Name :
Lanius the Kopis
Description :
Lucilia's sidearm. While not as skilled at it's use as she is with Carnifex, she is more than deadly with it. A parting gift from her brother, who rewarded it to her for her strength in battle.
Appearance :
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Name :
Benedictus
Description :
Lucilia's horse. It's five years old, and she received it during her time in the north. A close companion of Lucilia's she would often ride it during patrols. Benedictus also has it's own armor, but Lucilia doesn't put it on him unless she's expecting trouble. Benedictus is a war horse and thus more than capable in a fight, but he's also very intelligent, and knows the difference between an army and a crowd of people. Lucilia can whistle for him and he'll come running.
Appearance :
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Skill/Abilities :
Literate - Lucilia knows how to read and write quite well. If she ever decided to put aside the guardsmen life, she could potentially retire as an author.
Skilled Fighter - Lucilia spent six years fighting against the hordes of the north. While they aren't exactly a professional army, Lucilia has found against many cunning and brutal warriors and came out on top. She fights best with her Bardiche, but can kill with her sword or bare-hands if needed.
Horse Rider - Lucilia and Benedictus are quite a pair together. Benedictus himself is a very fast, very strong horse, and with Lucilia at the reins they can do various maneuvers that would take others years to learn.
Plant Identification - Lucilia has spent some time with her mother, enough that she knows much about the local plants around Hials, such as which ones can sooth a upset stomach and which one will cause you to defecate yourself uncontrollably.
Traits
Lucilia is a level-headed individual who tries not to let the confusion and chaos around her to muddle her thinking process. She can be very authoritative thanks to this, good if someone needs to take commands right than and there, but not so much in more casual situations like what to have for dinner.
Lucilia is also a good-hearted person who only wants to try to help. Granted, she doesn't always do things perfectly, and no good deed goes unpunished, but regardless she'll want to help. Whether you want her to or not.
I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire
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Little Alice
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Lucius Cypher and Everblight,
Accepted.
I will also write the opening of the IC now. ^^
Accepted.
I will also write the opening of the IC now. ^^
Everblight
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Great, thanks.
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Little Alice
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The IC is open. With being in winter, most of the land is covered by snow. Likely more at the coast, there is less snow present there. Further more, my skype is : Alicehondemon.
Feel free to add me, so that I can create skype chat group for the RP. ;3
Feel free to add me, so that I can create skype chat group for the RP. ;3
Roran Hawkins
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I pledge zero loyalty and especially no honour to the High Ruler of the Empire. May he sucketh mine balls as I shed my blood in his blasted name.
Name :
Robin Throckmorton
Nicknames :
Nope
Gender :
Male
Age and birthday :
36, born on the 19th of Februari 1266
Origin :
Robin is a poor farmer's sixth son, three of his older siblings not having survived childhood, and hails from a relatively large village near Roduma.
Length and build :
1.74m, fairly slim
Weight :
68kg
Sexuality :
Wine and women
Appearances :
Robin Throckmorton is a fairly average looking man. He has short brown hairs and a bushy and wild brown beard and moustache. He has very expressive eyebrows and almond eyes hidden deep in their sockets. He has an experienced and capable look in his eyes, but also a rather menacing one. He has a 'fresh' face with the skin colour most in the Empire have, but age and continued exposure to weather and warfare have drawn thin lines in his face, along with small scars.
Occupation :
Pikeman in the 16th Legion.
Favorite phrase/saying :
Stick them with the pointy end, be they horses, men, ... or women.
Favorite Food :
He has lots of favourite foods. He does like honey-soaked boar-roast the most though.
Favorite Weather and Season :
Sunny with medium cloud coverage and a soft breeze. The best weather for doing boring outside tasks such as marching or standing guard.
Patron God/Goddess :
Rolor ofcourse. Nothing can beat a pike formation from charging the frontal end, and anyone trying to do so should be smitten down by Rolor. However, Robin isn't exactly that religious. If he prays to someone it's in a pinch during battle, and then it's often Rolor that receives his prayers.
Personality :
Robin is a pragmatic and very practical man. He'll do anything to get what he wants, and luckily for his superiors he is a man that is easily statisfied. He isn't really smart nor brave nor anything that makes him outstanding, except that he is very stubborn in his pragmatic spirit. That aside he is a very jovial man around who you can feel very comfortable, while at the same time not at all. He is quite cynical about the situation of the military, and has agrim and fatalistic attitude and sense of humour. Summarized, he is a good man that was dyed in the wool.
History :
Robin was born to a relative averagely poor farmer, as the sixth of his sons. Three of his elder siblings, a lass and a lad, died during childhood, and his only younger sibling died quickly aswell, the harsh reality of peasant life. His father's patch of land had been snippered over the course of decades due to theor family distributing all wealth equally over their sons, leading to the point where the land was so small it was hardly able to sustain all of them. As a result, their father decided to only gran tland to his eldest son, much to the discontent of the younger siblings. However, Robin, being the youngest, always knew he'd always pull the shorest end in heritage affairs, and that the poor state of his family would not gain him anything but a short and uneventful life quickly ended by disease or famine. So, as his village was situated on the main road to Roduma, a place where the Imperial legions sometimes paused while marching, he ran off, joining the legion as it went.
The Imperial Legions are the first and foremost sign of the decay of an effective central government in the Empire. Originally it was meant as a device of social promotion, and all true citizens of Rehon nearly served in the legions to eventually get civil positions after their terms and help lead the Empire. However, as the borders expanded local auxilaries appeared in the armies, hoping to gain citizienship through service, along with all rights and duties of it. Slowly their growing numbers drove the native Rehonians out of the army, untill the legions consisted mostly of non citiziens. However, there still is a good portion of them left, most serving in the center of the Empire, away from most dangers. This, along with fund cuts deteriorated the state of the legions untill most stepped away from the typical uniforms that once conquered the known world. Different units and types of soldiers grew as the auxilaries joined, dependant on the local enemies they had to fight. This resulted
As a result, Robin, despite his young age of 11 years, was accepted into the 16th Legion, one that had been stationed in the Region of Awom, where units had developped the use of pike and arbalest, heavily drilled to withstand heavy cavalry charges aswell as most infantry threats. After training in the ways of the pike and sword, aswell as a limited training in operating the heavy arbalests of their collegues that they had to protect, their unit, consisting of 500 pikemen along with 500 arbelesters, had been called to the frontlines in Nurvlin, where they were to give fight to the cavalry of the barbarians. The pikemen and arbalesters proved to be a very efficient fighting force, but after a disastrous ambush where their pike formation was broken, they were withdrawn after heavy casualties. They have been flickering towards and away from the front repeatedly, a vicious cycle that has continued untill recently. Now, recently filled up with new recruits up to operational numbers, all having received the required basic training, they are awaiting redeployment to either the frontlines or the 16th Legion itself, where they will help maintain public order in Awom for yet another few uneventful and calm years.
Theme song :
Nope.
Clothing and/or armor :
Robin wears the standard olive green one piece hoses of the pikemen corps, along with a simple white tunic. Over that he often wears a rather old blue overcoat, giving him a rather ordinary appearance, with some sloppy edges. He has sturdy leather marching boots he wears at all times, along with thick leather gauntlets he also received from the military.
When he joined the legion he got the typical armour all pikemen wore, a simple brigandine over a thick gambeson. The brigandine is in the typical green colour of the pikemen corps, and consists of dozens of small metal plates rivetted together in a sturdy vest. Along with that they received large kettle helmets, the most practicl kind of headwear in existence. Protects from all kinds of weapons, especially arrows, and the large brim will catch devastating downward blows before they come close to your face. Along with that they received sturdy leather marching boots and gauntlets, allowing them to handle the pike and stand ground efficiently. Their weapons consist of a 5.8m long pike, the most simple kind you can imagine, along with a rather short falchion. The heavy sword was perfect for the cramped situation one would find himself in should a formation break. The point was perfect for stabbing, the heavy blade perfect for deliver grievous wounds, an the small handguard it had was a very nifty tool for transforming faces into works of art, aswell as desperate parries.
Over the years Robin however 'upgraded' his armour with a suit of mail that reach to his elbows and just below his brigandine, aswell as plated mittens that further protect his hands from the rather dangerous job as pikeman. Along with that he bought some basic pleyns with small cuisses and greaves, protecting the area around his knee. He also bought a very mean misericorde, that can find its way through armour like sand and is long and sharp enough to tickle your armpit when stabbed in the other.
Tools and weapons :
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Name :
Pike
Description :
Stabbing people.
Appearance :
=======
Name :
Falchion
Description :
Chop, cut, stab, poke. His one has a slightly broader blade though for more Yoink.
Appearance :
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Name :
Misericorde
Description :
The mercy-giver of "Idon'twantthatpokingmyarmpit".
Appearance :
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Skill/Abilities :
Robin is a veteran pikeman, and as such is very proficient with the pike, and knows exactly what to do in every situation a pikeman can find himself in. He is a decent swordsman, fighting so dirty your eyes are gouged out by it, and can handle himself in a wrestling fight. Yes, when pikes meet infantry, infantry tends to crawl under the pikes and yoink the pikemen's balls, unless the pikemen get the same idea and yoink back a lot harder.
Traits
He is stubborn, likes women, likes alcohol in all its forms, also likes food in most of its forms, he also likes doing nothing when he knows his fellows are marching or standing guard. You know, the profiteer kind of guy. He also likes butterflies.
Robin Throckmorton
Nicknames :
Nope
Gender :
Male
Age and birthday :
36, born on the 19th of Februari 1266
Origin :
Robin is a poor farmer's sixth son, three of his older siblings not having survived childhood, and hails from a relatively large village near Roduma.
Length and build :
1.74m, fairly slim
Weight :
68kg
Sexuality :
Wine and women
Appearances :
Robin Throckmorton is a fairly average looking man. He has short brown hairs and a bushy and wild brown beard and moustache. He has very expressive eyebrows and almond eyes hidden deep in their sockets. He has an experienced and capable look in his eyes, but also a rather menacing one. He has a 'fresh' face with the skin colour most in the Empire have, but age and continued exposure to weather and warfare have drawn thin lines in his face, along with small scars.
Occupation :
Pikeman in the 16th Legion.
Favorite phrase/saying :
Stick them with the pointy end, be they horses, men, ... or women.
Favorite Food :
He has lots of favourite foods. He does like honey-soaked boar-roast the most though.
Favorite Weather and Season :
Sunny with medium cloud coverage and a soft breeze. The best weather for doing boring outside tasks such as marching or standing guard.
Patron God/Goddess :
Rolor ofcourse. Nothing can beat a pike formation from charging the frontal end, and anyone trying to do so should be smitten down by Rolor. However, Robin isn't exactly that religious. If he prays to someone it's in a pinch during battle, and then it's often Rolor that receives his prayers.
Personality :
Robin is a pragmatic and very practical man. He'll do anything to get what he wants, and luckily for his superiors he is a man that is easily statisfied. He isn't really smart nor brave nor anything that makes him outstanding, except that he is very stubborn in his pragmatic spirit. That aside he is a very jovial man around who you can feel very comfortable, while at the same time not at all. He is quite cynical about the situation of the military, and has agrim and fatalistic attitude and sense of humour. Summarized, he is a good man that was dyed in the wool.
History :
Robin was born to a relative averagely poor farmer, as the sixth of his sons. Three of his elder siblings, a lass and a lad, died during childhood, and his only younger sibling died quickly aswell, the harsh reality of peasant life. His father's patch of land had been snippered over the course of decades due to theor family distributing all wealth equally over their sons, leading to the point where the land was so small it was hardly able to sustain all of them. As a result, their father decided to only gran tland to his eldest son, much to the discontent of the younger siblings. However, Robin, being the youngest, always knew he'd always pull the shorest end in heritage affairs, and that the poor state of his family would not gain him anything but a short and uneventful life quickly ended by disease or famine. So, as his village was situated on the main road to Roduma, a place where the Imperial legions sometimes paused while marching, he ran off, joining the legion as it went.
The Imperial Legions are the first and foremost sign of the decay of an effective central government in the Empire. Originally it was meant as a device of social promotion, and all true citizens of Rehon nearly served in the legions to eventually get civil positions after their terms and help lead the Empire. However, as the borders expanded local auxilaries appeared in the armies, hoping to gain citizienship through service, along with all rights and duties of it. Slowly their growing numbers drove the native Rehonians out of the army, untill the legions consisted mostly of non citiziens. However, there still is a good portion of them left, most serving in the center of the Empire, away from most dangers. This, along with fund cuts deteriorated the state of the legions untill most stepped away from the typical uniforms that once conquered the known world. Different units and types of soldiers grew as the auxilaries joined, dependant on the local enemies they had to fight. This resulted
As a result, Robin, despite his young age of 11 years, was accepted into the 16th Legion, one that had been stationed in the Region of Awom, where units had developped the use of pike and arbalest, heavily drilled to withstand heavy cavalry charges aswell as most infantry threats. After training in the ways of the pike and sword, aswell as a limited training in operating the heavy arbalests of their collegues that they had to protect, their unit, consisting of 500 pikemen along with 500 arbelesters, had been called to the frontlines in Nurvlin, where they were to give fight to the cavalry of the barbarians. The pikemen and arbalesters proved to be a very efficient fighting force, but after a disastrous ambush where their pike formation was broken, they were withdrawn after heavy casualties. They have been flickering towards and away from the front repeatedly, a vicious cycle that has continued untill recently. Now, recently filled up with new recruits up to operational numbers, all having received the required basic training, they are awaiting redeployment to either the frontlines or the 16th Legion itself, where they will help maintain public order in Awom for yet another few uneventful and calm years.
Theme song :
Nope.
Clothing and/or armor :
Robin wears the standard olive green one piece hoses of the pikemen corps, along with a simple white tunic. Over that he often wears a rather old blue overcoat, giving him a rather ordinary appearance, with some sloppy edges. He has sturdy leather marching boots he wears at all times, along with thick leather gauntlets he also received from the military.
When he joined the legion he got the typical armour all pikemen wore, a simple brigandine over a thick gambeson. The brigandine is in the typical green colour of the pikemen corps, and consists of dozens of small metal plates rivetted together in a sturdy vest. Along with that they received large kettle helmets, the most practicl kind of headwear in existence. Protects from all kinds of weapons, especially arrows, and the large brim will catch devastating downward blows before they come close to your face. Along with that they received sturdy leather marching boots and gauntlets, allowing them to handle the pike and stand ground efficiently. Their weapons consist of a 5.8m long pike, the most simple kind you can imagine, along with a rather short falchion. The heavy sword was perfect for the cramped situation one would find himself in should a formation break. The point was perfect for stabbing, the heavy blade perfect for deliver grievous wounds, an the small handguard it had was a very nifty tool for transforming faces into works of art, aswell as desperate parries.
Over the years Robin however 'upgraded' his armour with a suit of mail that reach to his elbows and just below his brigandine, aswell as plated mittens that further protect his hands from the rather dangerous job as pikeman. Along with that he bought some basic pleyns with small cuisses and greaves, protecting the area around his knee. He also bought a very mean misericorde, that can find its way through armour like sand and is long and sharp enough to tickle your armpit when stabbed in the other.
Tools and weapons :
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Name :
Pike
Description :
Stabbing people.
Appearance :
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Name :
Falchion
Description :
Chop, cut, stab, poke. His one has a slightly broader blade though for more Yoink.
Appearance :
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Name :
Misericorde
Description :
The mercy-giver of "Idon'twantthatpokingmyarmpit".
Appearance :
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Skill/Abilities :
Robin is a veteran pikeman, and as such is very proficient with the pike, and knows exactly what to do in every situation a pikeman can find himself in. He is a decent swordsman, fighting so dirty your eyes are gouged out by it, and can handle himself in a wrestling fight. Yes, when pikes meet infantry, infantry tends to crawl under the pikes and yoink the pikemen's balls, unless the pikemen get the same idea and yoink back a lot harder.
Traits
He is stubborn, likes women, likes alcohol in all its forms, also likes food in most of its forms, he also likes doing nothing when he knows his fellows are marching or standing guard. You know, the profiteer kind of guy. He also likes butterflies.
GM
Little Alice
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8 yrs ago
I did the coding, Tummy cat. :I
Seems to be working for everybody so far without any compliant. But regarding your CS, its fine. I still need to use what we had discussed in the opening post of the OOc, regarding the information of the history of the Legions.
Accepted!
Seems to be working for everybody so far without any compliant. But regarding your CS, its fine. I still need to use what we had discussed in the opening post of the OOc, regarding the information of the history of the Legions.
Accepted!
Shadowcatcher Carelessly Making History
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8 mos ago
Oh i should probably adress this now since the IC has opened up.
this is to anyone who plans to interact with Breena or Elora (myself or Apokalipse) in regards to making clothes for your character.
To avoid a pointless conflict between tailoring shops, there will be one (unless someone else has one, in which case please pm me) shop owned by Breena and Elora's parents.
The story is that Breena's granny, Aria, opened said shop with Elora's parents Edna and Edlund. Breena got older, learned how to run the shop, and took over for Aria when she retired. Now she co-owns it with the parents. Elora (Apokalipse's main) will just be working in shop as unwilling apprentice to Breena. Should you want to interact with one of her parents thats fine, but until such time as she decides to remove her parents from the mix and become co-owner, Elora is assumed 'not ready' to take on shop duties.
That said, feel free to do orders and such at the shop. My character will likely be doing nothing else and it will give me things to post in the IC. i dont think i missed anything...i just wanted to clear that up.
this is to anyone who plans to interact with Breena or Elora (myself or Apokalipse) in regards to making clothes for your character.
To avoid a pointless conflict between tailoring shops, there will be one (unless someone else has one, in which case please pm me) shop owned by Breena and Elora's parents.
The story is that Breena's granny, Aria, opened said shop with Elora's parents Edna and Edlund. Breena got older, learned how to run the shop, and took over for Aria when she retired. Now she co-owns it with the parents. Elora (Apokalipse's main) will just be working in shop as unwilling apprentice to Breena. Should you want to interact with one of her parents thats fine, but until such time as she decides to remove her parents from the mix and become co-owner, Elora is assumed 'not ready' to take on shop duties.
That said, feel free to do orders and such at the shop. My character will likely be doing nothing else and it will give me things to post in the IC. i dont think i missed anything...i just wanted to clear that up.
Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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29 days ago
I'll be getting my post up sometime today(:
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