Deamonbane said
Sorry for disappearing folks... Internet here is a little iffy, will be putting up my CSes in moments....

It's understandable friend, hope to see things clearing up soon!

Palamon said
You're all my antagonist. hehehe

That's the thing. Your character's serving of Nilfgaard's imperialist expansionism is a direct foil to my character's regionalist advocacy. However, your character is also my favorite so far. I hope our characters can speak to each other at some point, with more than their swords.

icos211 said
That's the thing. Your character's serving of Nilfgaard's imperialist expansionism is a direct foil to my character's regionalist advocacy. However, your character is also my favorite so far. I hope our characters can speak to each other at some point, with more than their swords.

I spy with my little eye

A Witcher discussing Politics

We all know the kind of good that can come from that ;)

Fulsom said
I spy with my little eyeA Witcher discussing PoliticsWe all know the kind of good that can come from that ;)

Not all witchers have to be neutral...

icos211 said
Not all witchers have to be neutral...

Oh, I know that, but every Witcher has a very interesting outlook on Politics! They are like the outsiders looking in

That's what I want to see, these very ideas being discussed and maybe expanded upon!

icos211 said
That's the thing. Your character's serving of Nilfgaard's imperialist expansionism is a direct foil to my character's regionalist advocacy. However, your character is also my favorite so far. I hope our characters can speak to each other at some point, with more than their swords.

Well, see the difficult aspect of Brenn is that he is fully capable of being a diplomatic and perfectly decent human being, but mission and country come first. So, I guess they could meet, but if he knew you we're a witcher, then it might be tough. Nilfgaardians are a little on edge about witchers I'd assume after the events of the second game.

Name: Sera

Race: Half-elf

Class: Sorceress

Age: Trying to go for the half elf equivalent of mid-twenties.

Appearance:


Due to the mixed blood running through her veins, Sera has the features of both an elf and a human. The only traits she received from her elven mother were her pointed ears and enhanced affinity for magic. Everything else is human. Her long, smooth brown hair is usually pulled back in a ponytail and decorated with braids and sometimes pins. Her slate grey eyes are set in a youthful, oval face. Her lips are full and her chin is mildly prominent.

Sera is a thin girl of average height, with little muscle build to speak of. She has a delicate frame and porcelain skin.

Personality:
Most of the time, she is a naive and compassionate girl. She is well-mannered and soft-spoken. She likes to help others, particularly those oppressed by human arrogance. She is fiercely protective of those she loves and will do anything to keep them safe. She has a penchant for trusting others too easily and always looks for the best in people.

Sera is not all good though. She has a certain prejudice towards humans, particularly Nordlings, despite human blood running in her veins. She is distrustful of most and has little mercy towards them. Her disdain towards the human race often causes problems for her and causes her to make bad decisions at times. She isn't oblivious to the hypocrisy of her beliefs, she just doesn't care at the moment. She is also occasionally conflicted with the concept of vengeance. Her desire for revenge has, on a few occasions, caused her to act in ways she regrets.

Weapons:
Sera carries a small knife, but rarely touches it. She is by no means adept when it comes to its use and only really has it for absolute emergencies. Her magic is her main weapon.

Bio:
Sera was born in the city of Tretogar in the northern kingdom of Redania. She was born out of wedlock, the product of a lust filled night that was never mentioned again. Her mother told her that her father was a travelling merchant, which was why he wasn't around anymore but she grew to learn that was only half true. Her father was in fact a traveling merchant, but he didn't intend on returning. Ashamed of her and her mother, he left the morning after, never to be heard from again. This was a fairly common occurrence, though many half-elves were born of more violent encounters, so Sera considered herself lucky.

In many ways, Sera knew she was different. She had no place in this world. Treated as a second class citizen by the humans and looked upon with disdain by the elves, she didn't belong. All she had was her mother. To make things worse, she had another thing that made her different. Her magic. She became aware of it early in her life and was afraid of it. She had such immense power with no bearing on how to use it. She feared she might hurt someone or herself, so she tried to shut her power away. It seemed though, the more she pushed it back, the more violent the outbursts were when she let it slip.

As her power grew, Sera had a harder and harder time controlling her ability. After several close calls and a few mental breakdowns, Sera's mother finally discovered her secret. She quickly decided Sera needed help. She got the attention of the sorceresses and they promised to help the girl.

Going to school was the best thing that could have ever happened to her. Not only did they teach her how to keep her magic in check, but they taught her how to harness it. How to subject it to her will. She was no longer afraid, but empowered.

The sorceresses gave her something else too. They gave her a family, a place where she belonged. And when she lost that, it crushed her. Her sadness lasted a short time though, as her penchant for revenge reared its ugly head.

Others:
Sera is able to extract magical energy from the four elements, transport herself long distances and heal, as well as kill, in the blink of an eye.

Name:
Iorveth

Race:
Elf

Class:
Warrior/Archer

Age:
265

Appearance: (Pic and Description of at least two paragraphs. No Anime.)


Many people believe that Elves are naturally beautiful. And it appears that someone set out to prove them wrong with Iorveth's face. He doesn't quite recall the fight in which he received the scar that marred the left side of his face, but it was brutal, and obviously, not his own gruesome scar. Standing taller than most elves tend to, lean, muscular and quick beyond compare. Even with one eye missing, he is among the finest bowelves in the world, and without a doubt the finest swordself.

His dark hair seemed to not fit in being long with a long streak of white where the scar was, so he keeps it short. Dressed in simple, utilitarian armor and clothing, with weapons of similar sort, he has the bearing of a man that should have none. And yet, with his powerful presence, he is hard not to notice, unless he is where he was born to be: In the forests. As a rule, the left half of his face is covered in a scarlet headscarf.

Personality:
Cold and calculating, this elf has been at war for so long, he has forgotten what peace feels like. Even being tied to Vergen along with his men feels foreign, although he does not break from his vow, even if he nearly constantly takes it upon himself to lead the scouting missions that many of his squad would be more capable of carrying out, were he to remain.

Charismatic when he needs to be, which is not too often, he knows of the concepts of loyalty and strength of character, abiding by a personal code of conduct, elastic though it may be. However, he knows that all is fair in love and war, and knows that dirty jobs must be done. To keep those that need a purer name than his from getting their hands dirty, he takes on the rough and tough dirty jobs with pleasure.

Weapons:
A two-handed saber
An Elven longbow
Baldric of throwing knives.

Bio: (Three paragraph minimum.)
A war between himself and humans has spanned his entire life, and has had its casualties. A pleasant and delightful Iorveth was one of them. His sense of humor is dry and chilly, making him an unpleasant character if you are a human. While recent events have made him slightly less hateful of the Dh'oine, a lifelong suspicion and hatred, along with thousands dead at his hand, old habits die hard. He still hates the guts of all but a few humans.

Born in a nondescript village inside the forests, he was present, as a child, at many destructions of his people. The massacres, the descriminations, the general dislike of humans for non-humans slowly drove him to what he felt was his calling, defending his people. He was hardly subtle about it, and less of a hero than a fighter that knew what had to be done and did it without qualm in his heart. Indeed, many saw him as more of a common criminal and murderer than a fighter for a cause. Other than his men. He was quickly promoted to commanding a commando unit of the Scoia'tael, and his men knew that his loyalty to them was unquestioned, and only superseded by his dedication to his cause.

Recently, having heard of a young human female that was standing for the rights of non-humans, he decided that she upheld a cause that he found to be honorable, and joined her cause, with it coming to a head as him and his troop helped with the defense of Vergen, and eventual defeat of King Foltest, followed by the same King's declaration of the Upper Aedirn's independence. After that, he accompanied Geralt of Rivia to the Summit of Loc Muinne, and having escaped the meeting with his life, decided to separate his troop from the Scoia'tael as a whole and have them swear allegiance to Queen Saskia of Vergen.

He is currently on a scouting mission to help Saskia determine if she should join in the war effort to ward off the Nilfgaardians.

Holy fuck its Iorveth!

That will be really....really fun to role play.

Name: Saskia the Dragon Slayer

Race: Dragon

Class: Knight

Age: 125

Appearance:

Saskia stands 5’10 and weights 136lbs. Her long golden hair is thick and usually tied back into a braid of sorts to keep it from her flawless face. Her sea blue eyes are full of history and years of battles and yet she looks as if she’s not a day over 23. Full pale pink lips decorate her caramel-colored skin and a smile is a rarity from one that carries a burden as she does. Her hair is long, draping down to the top of her perfect rear when down and her body is sensual in all the ways a woman’s should be. She is blessed with muscles that only show when flexed as her body is prime for winning over the hearts of men and tainting the souls of Gods.

Personality: As a leader of men, Saskia is seen as strong and selfless, capable of using words and actions to move men into battle. She is feisty in her desire for freedom and to remove that which is wrong in the world. Her bravery is known as well as her name, never backing down from a fight and always ensuring that she is at the front lines of any battle. Charamatic in her delivery and approach to life, she is seen as one of the boys and for those that don’t know her she almost appears angelic and innocent in nature if she so pleases.

Weapons: Her sword.

Bio: Nothing is known about her early life other than she was born a beast and remained on until the day she realized that she had the ability to move into a human form. Her name was rather unheard of until she killed the dragon the sired her, forever labeling her as ‘the dragonslayer’. With her secret of being that which she killed tucked deep into the confines of her own heart, she remained human and picked up a sword of valor to help lead various groups of men into victory against tyranny.

Saskia is a dragon with polymorphism ability. Her real name is Saesenthessis. She is also a daughter of Borch Three Jackdaws - also a dragon but unlike her father she is not a Golden Dragon and therefore can only assume one human form.

That bio's gonna have to do it - I'm spent and there is little on her.

hahaha Kate really doesn't like Character Sheets. ;P

It's nice to have some canon characters. Is Iorveth all that you will be playing, Bane?

Palamon said
hahaha Kate really doesn't like Character Sheets. ;P

Hate them so fucking much I almost don't play Rp's as much. *growls*

Katelyn said
Hate them so fucking much I almost don't play Rp's as much. *growls*

I know the feeling...

I went on hiatus for a while because all I ever seemed to do was create CS' and then the RP would die within 2-3 weeks, fucked me right off.

Yep. When I play 1x1's I'm like, "Name, age and a hot male pic please." HAHA I'll learn the rest IC. Not like I can use that background unless we are supposed to have known each other forever, but I digress.

Katelyn said
Yep. When I play 1x1's I'm like, "Name, age and a hot male pic please." HAHA I'll learn the rest IC. Not like I can use that background unless we are supposed to have known each other forever, but I digress.

I've never played a 1x1 before, so I wouldn't be as fimiliar, haha. I think the fun would be more in the creating the story/drama together than the actual "oh this guy had a tragic past" bullshite etc.

Katelyn said
Yep. When I play 1x1's I'm like, "Name, age and a hot male pic please." HAHA I'll learn the rest IC. Not like I can use that background unless we are supposed to have known each other forever, but I digress.

So I'd just use a picture of myself or...

Palamon said
So I'd just use a picture of myself or...

...smooth motherfucker

HAHA. Exactly, Pala. Post that up here now and let me have something to dream about, eh?

Fully - I like groups for meeting people and seeing others in action and 1x1s for sharing the story board and creating something epic while creating a great friendship. Both have great depth to them if you allow it to be.