@The_written_John Hi, I'm the acting co-GM, because Snarl's life has been busy recently and can't post too often. I believe we have room. It's hard to tell because of people not being able to post regularly, but I think we currently have about 13 characters active between 11 users? Having your knight and thief couldn't hurt.
Copy that! I have the thief worked on, just need to do my knight.
Y'might as well review the thief while I work on my knight.
Name: Bartleby Sterling Nicknames/aliases: None Gender: Male Birthday: 4/31 Age: 23 Class: Thief Occupation: Thief/Conman Species: Human Homecity: Valesten Homecity description: Valesten is a city located in the central region, it's a pretty generic medieval city.
Physical appearance: Bartleby is a 6 foot 1 tall male with Caucasian white skin, green eyes with dark bags under his eyes, ginger swept back hair and a soul patch beard. He supports a skinny, non athletic build and is missing a single front tooth. He has a high pitched and generally whiny tone of voice and walks very carefree, with a spring in his step.
Clothing style: Bartleby wears a set of jet black nobleman shoes, and a set of black scale skin leggings wrapped with jet black belts. (All the cool kids are doing it, in Bartleby's defense). Supporting a white frilled shirt, a blue and gold trimmed noblemans vest and a golden cravat and a jet black cloak. To top it all off, he wears an eccentric jet black musketeer styled hat, with a blue feather lodged at the side.
Personality: Bartleby is a very selfish and greedy individual, but isn't evil. He'll take whatever he can find and get, having a problem due to being a klepto. He finds himself always attempting to get the best offer out of a situation and will do what is necessary to save himself. Which usually involves running away. He is a coward and a liar, and will always try and bluff himself out of a situation. Bartleby is also a freeloader and a moocher but he generally desires the destruction of the red hand... He'll just try and offer... mortal support... if he can't help it! He can be kind, thoughtful and understanding, but when it comes to survival, he will either run off or demand safety.
Likes: Bartleby finds enjoyment in drinking, reading and enjoys "collecting" things from everywhere he goes, always having some sort of new item after each place he visits, he likes to call it a hobby. He also enjoys brothels, silence and not being bothered. He also enjoys getting free stuff!
Dislikes: the opposite of his likes... And shin, his furry feline companion.
Past history: Bartleby, who had no name at the time, but would later on gain one grew up like many humans within his hometown, as a child he was adopted and raised by a merchant family, though the memories were vague, the only way to describe it was that Bartleby was chosen to be raised merely to help whatever business his adopted parents owned, to help their little scheme flourish therefore as a young boy, Bartleby was raised to be a liar, to cheat and to steal, to use others for personal gain and to never betray his parents. As a child all this information was confusing for the young boy, as he was privately tutored by an arrogant and rough teacher, never even getting to know other children, he was forcibly and abusively banned from interacting with anyone his young age, and grew up in an isolated environment where only his parents could "teach" him about what mattered.
Growing up to learn history, merchandising skills, thievery and much more, along the lines of language and culture, but only to exploit, they had a child they could raise as their own little money maker, and had it not been for their "accidental" deaths, it would have continued that way. Fortunately however, when you become too much of an ass in life, life does you straight in it, and that happened smoothly by the time of Bartleby's eleventh birthday. Simply doing his parents chores and being taught the values of "merchandising", a group of armed men broke into the home and slew both his adoptive mother and father, causing the young child to fail to process what just happened, he never had any love for them, as they showed no love back, but the incident left him almost scarred, when the armed men approached him, it had come to his attention that his parents were in fact scum, nothing but dirty thieves and con artists who seeked to con every single individual out of their gold, and was a potential" threat". With nobody else to take care of him, the armed man agree'd to bring him to a much more "profitable business" And that's how Bartleby was first introduced to the life of the stereotypical criminal underground.
Raised by his new father, named Daniels, a short, black haired tanned male with a talent for crossbows, he acted more like a father than his older parents ever could. Raising him in the criminal underground, and with his thievery and merchandising skills, his new father Daniels raised him on how to lie properly, and taught him the use of his weapon, however Bartleby wasn't a very brave child, and always simply put on a brave face to fool the people around him, skipping any boring and trivial details, Bartleby continued how to use a crossbow, was taught how to lie and cheat and got taught how to trade much more effectively, and with his effort and his adopted father, the two were able to make quite a small fortune in the black market and with their thievery, selling and conning, the two were impressive at their jobs, and ran this for 9 years until Bartleby was twenty years old... and able to outsmart his own father... and meet an individual which would stay in his life for better or more realistically for worse for the rest of his life.
Shortly after the black market business had flourished, and after 9 long years, Bartleby became over such a long time very skilled with using the crossbow and a skillful negotiator, and with these skills and a business partner none the wiser, along with bartleby's own kleptomaniac tendencies which grew over the course of his life of crime, in one single day, and with his adoptive fathers back turned, he killed him... If he was brave and cruel enough, no instead he simple snagged a key to the groups savings and bolted as fast as his legs out carry him with the mass of funds, however it didn't take long for the black market to catch onto his scheme, as he fled with thick bags of gold and hot stolen items all within a giant rucksack, he barely escaped with his life, used his skills to acquire himself with the gold he bought a new outfit, to mask his old appearance and get himself under a new name, or alias.
His original name is unknown, and is known only as Bartleby Sterling, the original name given to him is not even known to himself, having never had a name giving to him by either his newer father of his adoptive parents back when he was a child. Hidden away within an abandoned basement at a corner street within his hometown, Bartleby investigated the contents of the stolen goods and money, enough money to keep him fed for years and within the stolen rucksack of valuables were gems, hot stolen gems fresh for selling and another items curiously popped itself out of the bag... a small, chubby looking Siamese kitten poked its little head out and stared cutely at Bartleby, the conman and merchant coward not knowing just how much agony the cat would bring to him, Bartleby decided to take the cat in, and raise it himself as the two quickly and using bartleby's talents, sold the hot merchandise for a thick profit before fleeing and escaping the criminal clutches of the underground, deciding to use his fine money to start a new life.
Now at age 23, Bartleby has been able to quickly amass his wealth, shown through his very eccentric and interesting attire to look as flashy as possible along with his fat, round cat sucking up every gold piece he had at the same time, now he is starting to feel the pressure of his fortune draining no help to his cat, his conning, thievery and merchant skills having only gotten him so far, if he didn't try and get better merchandise, he was going to start losing money and eventually go poor. Bartleby decided. "If perchance I pretended I was some bigshot hero, i could gain my riches saving the "day" while in reality i could just kick back and let everyone else do my work!" With this foolish plan, Bartleby would find himself going up against forces which were vastly superior in skill to him, in a mission he would refer to as his greatest and most biggest cock up.
Other info: his companion:
Bartleby has a beast of burden... in the shape of a roly poly shaped obese Siamese cat called Shin... This beast of burden can be summerised as a food engulfing black hole, and it nags people just as much as Bartleby does, a major bothering bother which bothers our bothersome Bartleby until it can't be bothered to bother anymore! A cat who's main desire is eating, and sleeping, and meowing, and repeating... Though it does make for some good laughs when it annoys Bartleby to the point of frustration, it is his only true friend though, and he loves shin dearly, and hates the every lasting guts out of the monstrous fatass at the same time... But what can ya' do?
EDIT: GOT MY KNIGHT SET UP!
Name: Not known
Nickname: Malaki, Old man.
gender: Male
Birthday: 1/1
Age: 41 (looks about late 90's)
Class: Knight
Occupation: Unemployed
Species: Drakenheir
The Drakenheir are a race of anthropomorphic lizard like creatures with appearances that can be related to the look of dragons. Supporting horns, different colours and hard scales, they are both a durable and agile race, but lack in versatility in terms of magic along with their weakness to certain elements, Live up to an average 80 years and they each have their own single element of power, and whatever is the opposite of that element is their weakness.
For the old man, his power is the use of Ice, Making fire his elemental weakness.
Personal appearance: Standing at an impressive 7 foot in height, this large male supports a muscular and well toned physique, a thick strong figure was graced to him before he was unfortunately hit with a certain disease of sorts, He retains his size and figure, but looks incredibly more meek, dark black sags hang under his eyes and his green scales remain broken and scratched beyond repair, some having broke off revealing a purple poisoned flesh within, only a few patches of scales remain a healthy green, all other scales became a slightly purplish, pale white, dead and lifeless. His old aged look makes his flesh appear rather sagged, and loose, like an old man would. One eye, his right is blind and unable to see, but is not covered, the other is visible as a golden reptilian iris, graced with still being able to see. He supports four small horn like protrusions out of his cheeks, two on either side, an inch thick, but are cracked and broken, having been longer in the past.
Overall he is a very physically mixed individual, his disease has left him retaining his power, but for every moment he remains in agony from this poison in his system, making him age faster, and bring him closer to his death. Clothing style:
Malaki likes to remain fully clothed and armored so as to not show off his diseased and rotten draconic appearance to those around him. The first layer of his clothing consists of a set of simple white dirty tunic and some cow leather slacks, over these consists of a set of full body chain mail, on top of this, The Drakenheir supports a set of silver, white effective armor, trimmed with a icy blue hue, consisting of a ches tplate, pauldrons, leggings and boots. His helmet however consists of a dragons head, for intimidating his foes, which was custom made to go over his own draconic head, allowing his eyes to see through a set of eye holes, and the ability to breathe his magic through the maw piece. He also supports a set of gauntlets which possess small holes in the palms, these allow him to concentrate his ice abilities into a short ranged beam of sorts which can be charged.
On his back remains his signature weapon, a large sized warhammer made of powerful steel, used for crushing his foes. it is usually rested on his shoulder, as getting it off his back would be an incredibly tough feat.
Personality:
Malaki has a very weary and tired expression as he speaks, his voice is both heavy and painful, and with his disease, it has made him rather tired. He hardly speaks unless he desires it, which is not very often, and with the disease it has made him lack the joys of living, and will gladly die for his believes.
Despite his disease, Malaki is a Paragon of goodwill and justice for the people, not for the law. His knightly training and his own moral character make him kind to those who deserve it, and to never let anger take over his intentions, he isn't a cold person, and will strain himself to make others that are kind, happy. Protecting innocents, and creating a world of peace are in his desires, even if it may not be achievable during his time, he will at least make a dent in seeing such a vision come true, which has had him become a hero for quite some time.
When he isn't needed, he would take to the joys of sleeping, making him appear lazy to those not acquainted with his disease. Sleep is the only way he can ignore his pain, but every time he rests, he fears he will die without having made significant progress in helping others.
Overall he's a very kind warrior, and like many knights, upholds the law, but unlike many knights, upholds the law of the people, rather than of blind law.
Likes: Sleeping Smiling faces Happy occasions (Weddings, parties, anywhere where people are having fun) Taking on other peoples burdens and solving them Killing those who would want to cause the deaths of innocents.
Dislikes: Evil individuals Depression Those who are upset His disease Moving Fighting Corruption
Past history: "My history... What will it do to help you? It's a boring... dreadful tale about a ambitious... Naive knight... who now suffers a dreadful fate. My old name? The pain has caused me to forget. I no longer think about the past before. The events I remember, my age I'l remember. But my name? It is not information I dare keep, it would be wasted in my rotting cadaver.
Simply... call me... Malaki. Forty One years ago I was born in the city of Garde. A bustling city that was filled with life, filled with character... was... My mother was a knight, it was thanks to her I was able to be branded into the knights myself, I was born into them you could say. My father died before I was born. Ate alive by demons on an expedition into a crypt hoping for some easy, quick and plentiful cash to help raise me, but it didn't work out.
My mother had to juggle keeping me alive and fed while being forced out into the world as a knight to hunt creatures, protect civilians and serve Garde. When I was six years old, I was ready to be conscripted into training to become a knight. I was a child, young, foolish, I was happy, and like all children of my race, I was tough, and suited myself to what I now carry, I was a smashing type, a warhammer user, I preferred a weapon to crush than to slice... I thought of it as easier, albeit more messy. I cried once in a while, but my mothers words, her joy to see me succeed helped me push myself further, beyond my limits.
I aced my training as a child, and as a young adult. For ten straight years until I was sixteen years old, I was educated, trained and pushed further and further until I was ready to prove myself in battle alongside my friends whom I had met. Our first mission, was to investigate the sightings of a few demons located shortly outside of Garde's city gates. Easy in theory. But that day became the most horrifying day of my life.
When we arrived at the scene, there were several demonic beasts, scarecrows and screechers mostly, but our tactics and plans saw us succeed, we cleaned the monsters out, and we had won... For that moment. It wasn't until we came back to the city, when we were greeted by a town bathed in blood and flames. Fearing for our parents lives and whoever had siblings, our own fear ruled us, and we charged in, intending on finding and saving our loved ones. It was a futile effort. In the next few minutes, I got to watch my allies be ripped apart like wishbones by behemoth like creatures, gnawed and devoured slowly by screechers and sliced and gutted by scarecrows in a maddening blaze of chaotic madness... But... They got it easy. My fate... was far worse.
Imagine the feeling of a thousand tiny knives stabbing into every fleshy piece of your body, melted in hot fire and slicing every vein in your body into shreds while you are melted alive with molten iron from inside your very flesh... That was the only way I could describe the pain I felt... Something pinned me, a demon, like something out of a horroresque dream of nightmares, it's maw was shaped like that of a scorpion,it's body like a spider... and it was huge... It pinned me, and from its maw, a dark... poisonous spew of pus and blood escaped, it stabbed my eye, to make me shriek, and in turn I opened my mouth... And this poisonous... demonic fluid seeped into my throat like acid, but I was not burning, the feeling of it coursed through me, but I did not die. My vision was a blur, I could hardly speak... and then I heard a mans voice... And it spoke to me... it said something I've never forgotten... All it said was... "Melted before the asphyxiating pleasure of lunacy and madness... A puppet of falsehoods, Death would be too kind for you, eternal misery shall befall you. Crack, and bend... Crack... and bend."
I was the only one left alive that day, for whatever reason, this demonic entity left... and the voice too. Guards along the road approached and entered, and all they could find, as a soon out of training knight, half dead screaming in agony. I was took away from the town, to a neighboring city, and was... attempted to be healed. All they could do was recover part of my eye, it was blind, but it was whole in shape once more, and when I saw myself in the basin of water by my side... I could hardly believe it... I looked older... but... much older. Like I was rapidly aging into a hermit...
The fire returned, and it took every ounce of my being to repress it... I didn't want what the man in my head from back then win... whomever it was. I took my warhammer and left, the pain would have made me mad, if I didn't preoccupy myself. Every day I would train, although every movement was if I was being stabbed, it took years to control myself. But every day the pain would grow stronger, and I would age.
For twenty five long years I worked as a knight to help others... the thought of seeing happy faces, happy people made me forget the pain, however I would never be loved. The more I grew older, the more my scales became pale and sickly, some of my scales eventually would rot away, and in a mirror all I could see was pulsing, purple flesh, rotten and poisoned with whatever demonic putrid liquids were inside of me... I looked hideous, rotten and destroyed. If not for my powerful physique, I would be an easy target to rob... It's a good thing I've trained this hammer of mine... If I hadn't, i'd have been picked off long ago... But I have much to do. And until its done... I cannot kill myself..."
@The_written_John Everything that's there looks good. If you can add a hometown (and a little description of the hometown) for your thief, you'll be all good.
Is it honestly necessary to add a detail like that? It says nothing about it in the OP... That and I can hardly see it being relevant plotwise, @Dragonite777...! I don't exactly feel a need to add something so irrelevant, and my applications as described by you seem spot on to the OP specifications. Would it be so wrong to accept me despite not having something so minuscule as a place or origin? Especially since it's not in the OP?
Edit: There you go, I've added the incredibly unnecessary hometown and description just as you asked. Is this satisfactory to your standards now that I've added something about as useful as a pair of reading glasses for the blind? In any case, they're added, I suppose that means i'm fit to put these into the characters tab now, I suppose?
@The_written_John I'm sorry that it seems so unnecessary, but if you look a few pages back, Snarl was wanting to make some sort of map for this RP at some point, so everyone's locations are pretty necessary. And yes, you can post it in the Character tab. I'll be posting a world post in a minute or two that would make you characters able to integrate easily. I'm sorry for frustrating you about Bartleby's hometown, though.
If I'm handling a convo I just write it up and drop it even if it is short.
There is no need to fluff it up with filler unless your dialogue is going to be really long. Then you add stuff to break up the monotony of WORDSWORDSWORDS.
I find "higher" level freeform has the more=better mentality so you get a bunch of text with a whole of nothing layered on the actual stuff happening.
Also the terseness of the pargraph suits my character just fine.
So if pirouette flakes out who will be assigned to the group?
Well, the active current heroes I see are (separated by teams):
1. Cecelia, Elisha, Lenna, Louis,
2. Vance, Miercoles,
3. Adrial, Brennen,
4. and Veltis (by association of having the same user).
(I'm only not including Snarl's characters due to his aforementioned spottiness with being online)
Then there's our two new heroes: Bartleby and Malaki.
From all the post-mission bonding, the first team is at capacity-ish (trying to keep groups of 3-5, because I think Snarl was trying to do that) and is quite close (unless we/they decide to switch a member for another). Assuming we/they don't, the other seven can arrange into two groups: one of four and the other of three. I don't really know how that would work until Bart and Malaki interact with someone or a group. We can form groups IC through verbal communication if that would be easier. I'll make a world post as they're leaving that splits them into groups.
P.S. If I missed someone's character, I'm sorry and please just tell me. I'll fix it. I promise.
I'll update my post to include the new characters and all. I made the original one last night before I went to bed and haven't checked the IC until now.
