Sure thing. The last fantasy RP I was in the GM actually wanted us to flesh out the world where we wanted to, so I guess I was still in that habit. I'll be sure to ask for clarification on stuff next time.

Finished all edits to the bio. Noted the rareness of her gift, the bit at the bottom about romance being prohibited, and credited the idea of her wearing chainmail to the Templar after the attack. I assumed traveling for them was regular since you mentioned they focus on spreading their beliefs, and someone walking around performing miracles seems like a good way to do that, haha.

Krypteia said
Sure thing. The last fantasy RP I was in the GM actually wanted us to flesh out the world where we wanted to, so I guess I was still in that habit. I'll be sure to ask for clarification on stuff next time.Finished all edits to the bio. Noted the rareness of her gift, the bit at the bottom about romance being prohibited, and credited the idea of her wearing chainmail to the Templar after the attack. I assumed traveling for them was regular since you mentioned they focus on spreading their beliefs, and someone walking around performing miracles seems like a good way to do that, haha.

Just depends. Mostly everyone follows this religion. Plus you can expect more vile villains would use such powerful healing magic. That and they don't want to risk any chance for a maiden to become impure.

But it's fine if she travels here.

Edit: And accepted

My boyfriend is making me watch the season premiere of The Walking Dead, so I'll finish my CS later tonight.

I really don't understand what is so exciting about this show. =/ Oh well, the things you do for love.

Lady Squee said
My boyfriend is making me watch the season premiere of The Walking Dead, so I'll finish my CS later tonight.I really don't understand what is so exciting about this show. =/ Oh well, the things you do for love.

Zombie/horror/survival. I haven't really watched it but I enjoyed Telltales games of it.

Name: Reza Kelm

Age: 30

Class: The thief

Race: Human

Appearance: Reza appears as a fairly normal looking man underneath his thieves get up. Short black hair usually slicked back that for the most part is hidden underneath his hood. Dark brown eyes, sunken into his face with seemingly perpetual bags underneath his eyes from long nights on the run and lack of sleep. Standing at six feet making making him just a bit taller than the average height, but most people if they see him usually seem him hunched over. A body toned from a rough life constantly running, jumping, climbing or moving in general. A small discrepancy which is often overlooked is his missing pinky finger on his left hand

Weapons: A dagger strapped to his belt and another in his boot. As well as a few small explosive devises.

Armor: A dark brown boiled leather Lamellar chestpiece accompanied by leather shin and wrist guards and sturdy boots. With a black Half-duster with several pockets and pouches inside of it.

Height: 6 feet even.

Likes: Expensive food, music, sleeping, and whatever is in your pockets.

Dislikes: Clingy people, people unable to think on their own, the guardsmen and large bodiea of water.

Goal: The undead have made his line of a rk much more difficult, where most folks would call then guards, now he's being outright attacked, much more than normal anyway. People are much more cautious in times like these which makes his job that much harder. The only solution he see's is to stop the necromancer.

History: Reza spent his entire life in Sharlton, and from when he was old enough to understand what he was doing he was stealing. He vaguely remembers his parents, but he's taken the time to forget them, much like they did to him, at a young age, he isn't sure why they left or where they went, but he doesn't care to find out. The closest thing to family Reza had was his mentor, Dominick Kelm, to whom he considered a father figure and who he took his last name from. He taught him everything he knew moving quietly, what to and what not to steal, picking locks and pockets and how to properly engage someone if they could be spoken to, rather than fought. Around the time Reza was 18 his mentor passed away, his death was mourned by no one, save for Reza.

He continued on his own, taking the knowledge passed on from his mentor he, in time became a notorious criminal, the first ten years were rough, he spent more time in jail than out of it for a few years, but he became familiar with the lay out of the cells how the guards thought, and when and what they did around the prison. Reza had become known for his acrobatic abilities, and commonly referred to as a second story man, for entering homes and shops through the top floor rather than the bottom. More recently robbing anyone's home has become a difficult task, as windows are being bared shut and people's dispositions, and rationality left elsewhere. He still manages to pull of something worth while every now and again, and the fences are wanting more and more these days it seems, which requires riskier targets, which may lead to being jailed. And in these trying times, jail sounds like a vacation.

Personality: Reza is dry and passive to a fault, but is often very polite, even in the midst of robbing folks. He see's it as trying to please the customer, making repeat business easier. He cares little for attachment to people as it can and will only lead to pain in his eyes, and would much rather be alone. That isn't to say he doesn't enjoy a good time here and there but the people he is willing to be around is small at best. He's the kind of person who'd chat with your granny all afternoon, and then walk out with all of her silverware.

I am going to have to back out of this. I went back through last night to make sure I understood what was going on, and I know I won't be able t commit to the one post a day. Better to back out now than leave you guys waiting on me later. Sorry about that. Brilliant idea!

Lady Squee said
I am going to have to back out of this. I went back through last night to make sure I understood what was going on, and I know I won't be able t commit to the one post a day. Better to back out now than leave you guys waiting on me later. Sorry about that. Brilliant idea!

Alright thank you for the interest ^^

I mean, it isn't posting once a day, right? But it's a posting order, and when it's your turn, you need to post within a day. At least, that's how I read it. Is that not right?

Krypteia said
I mean, it isn't posting once a day, right? But it's a posting order, and when it's your turn, you need to post within a day. At least, that's how I read it. Is that not right?

Read post 8. It's post once a day. But it's mostly just preferred for the posting order.

For the posting order, we will wait a day before moving on from the person who's turn it is to post. After a week of no posting, the character is terminated.

Will fill out for the Templar.

Would it be possible to actually get some info on Templars?

Enalais said
Would it be possible to actually get some info on Templars?

Sure what would you like to know?

Enalais said
Templar

Accepted. Good to have one ^^ go ahead and put him in the Accepted CS thread

Alright I think my CS is finally where I want it to be.

Whisket said
Alright I think my CS is finally where I want it to be.

Accepted as well ^^

Name: Vicar Ansout
Age: 28
Class: Guardsman
Race:Human-9
Appearance:
Weapons:Long sword and Shield
Armor: Light Plate with Chainmail
Height: 6'2
Likes: Fishing, Children, Quite days, Law and Order, Home
Dislikes: Traveling, Criminal types, large loud cities, large crowds,
Goal: After the fall of his home he feels a duty to warn the rest of the kingdom and to defend t------hose who can not defend them selves. But more then that he is out for revenge for his lost friends and family and will stop at nothing before the necromancer is stopped

History: Vicar spent his entire life in Sharlton, born to a guardsman and the daughter of a local merchant. From a young age you could tell that he was a born leader as he ran around with his friends. They were always getting in to mischief and stirring up trouble and there was Vicar leading the charge and shouting the loudest whoorahhs. Though he it wasn't all fun and games. His father trained him how to handle a sword, how to act with honor and duty, and how to protect those who can't protect themselves instilling in him the core values of which he lives his life.

As was expected when he was old enough he joined the Guard. Though a small city it was hardly a place to gain renown and to climb through the ranks, your average day nothing more then kids stealing some bread or tormenting a shop owners. Nothing like the crime of larger cities, though he almost preferred it this way as fame and glory was never anything he aspired to attain. He enjoyed his early years, most of his friends all joined with him and they served together. Despite the quite nature though Vicar was noticed by his superiors for his diligence and ability. This is why when bandits appeared raiding near by farms and even some smaller villages he was given orders to join a number of men going to find them.

For the first time in his career he had a job outside of the walls as he put into a group to hunt down the near by bands and either bring them in or eliminate them. Though he had no real desire to kill anybody he found he was able to handle his nervous well, as this would also be his first real experience with battle. For a week they traveled searching for the bandits before they had finally caught up to them. In the battle that fallowed Vicar faught along side his fellow guardsman, but more then that his natural ability to lead came out and showed on the battlefield. The aftermath of that encounter was a promotion for him

Life for him was good, he had steady income his own place and he had even caught the eye of a young woman of a near by farm. Soon he was married and starting a family of his own. He attained the rank of captain and was well respected for as he mostly worked in maintaining order in the areas surrounding the city. It was more dangerous then your average guardsman seeing as he spent more time away from the safety of the city, but it also is one of the reasons he was able to get promoted so quickly.

Though such a life would not last for long as fate always seemed to have other plans then what you desire. When the dead descended on the city vicar was there on the front lines fighting to push back the horde. As the tides began to change it was clear that the city was doomed, despite this Vicar and his men faught on trying to get as many people out as they could but they were slowly being overwhelmed. His unit held longer then most, but like all eventually they broke. Escape was the only thing important now as he rushed to his home, to try to save his family.

Upon arrival of his home he found that he was to late as before his eyes laid the sight of his family ripped apart and food for the dead. After that he blacked out, though his mind resigned to simply die, his body faught on until he escaped.

Personality- Before the attack on Sharlton Vicar was a very upbeat and happy person. He could be stern and he could be soft often depending on what the situation called for. He loved nothing more then to laugh with friends and family, to joke and tease event to get into friendly fights. Vicar was everything you would expect from some one who dedicated his life to his family and his work.

Though since the attack that has changed, he is much more quite and if it wasn't for his anger he would be as dead inside as the horde that took everything from him. His sense of duty and revenge are all he has left and are what drive him forward every day. This is reflected even in his fighting as he is much more aggressive of a fighter and while he has always had the ability to remain calm and think in battle and in stressful situations. Now it is more like he is completely devoid of anything as he calls out orders and lacks any compassion. Though there are still moments where the old him peaks out.

Blackwolf said
Name: Vicar Ansout Age: 28Class: Guardsman Race:Human-9Appearance: Weapons:Long sword and Shield Armor: Light Plate with ChainmailHeight: 6'2Likes: Fishing, Children, Quite days, Law and Order, HomeDislikes: Traveling, Criminal types, large loud cities, large crowds,Goal: After the fall of his home he feels a duty to warn the rest of the kingdom and to defend t------hose who can not defend them selves. But more then that he is out for revenge for his lost friends and family and will stop at nothing before the necromancer is stopped History: Vicar spent his entire life in Sharlton, born to a guardsman and the daughter of a local merchant. From a young age you could tell that he was a born leader as he ran around with his friends. They were always getting in to mischief and stirring up trouble and there was Vicar leading the charge and shouting the loudest whoorahhs. Though he it wasn't all fun and games. His father trained him how to handle a sword, how to act with honor and duty, and how to protect those who can't protect themselves instilling in him the core values of which he lives his life. As was expected when he was old enough he joined the Guard. Though a small city it was hardly a place to gain renown and to climb through the ranks, your average day nothing more then kids stealing some bread or tormenting a shop owners. Nothing like the crime of larger cities, though he almost preferred it this way as fame and glory was never anything he aspired to attain. He enjoyed his early years, most of his friends all joined with him and they served together. Despite the quite nature though Vicar was noticed by his superiors for his diligence and ability. This is why when bandits appeared raiding near by farms and even some smaller villages he was given orders to join a number of men going to find them. For the first time in his career he had a job outside of the walls as he put into a group to hunt down the near by bands and either bring them in or eliminate them. Though he had no real desire to kill anybody he found he was able to handle his nervous well, as this would also be his first real experience with battle. For a week they traveled searching for the bandits before they had finally caught up to them. In the battle that fallowed Vicar faught along side his fellow guardsman, but more then that his natural ability to lead came out and showed on the battlefield. The aftermath of that encounter was a promotion for him Life for him was good, he had steady income his own place and he had even caught the eye of a young woman of a near by farm. Soon he was married and starting a family of his own. He attained the rank of captain and was well respected for as he mostly worked in maintaining order in the areas surrounding the city. It was more dangerous then your average guardsman seeing as he spent more time away from the safety of the city, but it also is one of the reasons he was able to get promoted so quickly. Though such a life would not last for long as fate always seemed to have other plans then what you desire. When the dead descended on the city vicar was there on the front lines fighting to push back the horde. As the tides began to change it was clear that the city was doomed, despite this Vicar and his men faught on trying to get as many people out as they could but they were slowly being overwhelmed. His unit held longer then most, but like all eventually they broke. Escape was the only thing important now as he rushed to his home, to try to save his family. Upon arrival of his home he found that he was to late as before his eyes laid the sight of his family ripped apart and food for the dead. After that he blacked out, though his mind resigned to simply die, his body faught on until he escaped. Personality- Before the attack on Sharlton Vicar was a very upbeat and happy person. He could be stern and he could be soft often depending on what the situation called for. He loved nothing more then to laugh with friends and family, to joke and tease event to get into friendly fights. Vicar was everything you would expect from some one who dedicated his life to his family and his work. Though since the attack that has changed, he is much more quite and if it wasn't for his anger he would be as dead inside as the horde that took everything from him. His sense of duty and revenge are all he has left and are what drive him forward every day. This is reflected even in his fighting as he is much more aggressive of a fighter and while he has always had the ability to remain calm and think in battle and in stressful situations. Now it is more like he is completely devoid of anything as he calls out orders and lacks any compassion. Though there are still moments where the old him peaks out.

Accepted as well. Go ahead and put him in the Accepted thread. Looks like we have a good amount of characters now, so I shall start writing the IC. Pardon if any of your characters are written a bit OOC but I'll try to keep them in character and set them at their starting points.

It might be a bit.

Cool beans.

Cool beans.