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Plague of the North

The Northern Lands are harsh and unforgiving at the best of times,
but now an evil seeps down from the uncharted lands threatening to engulf all that stand in its way.
The evil of which I speak? The Black Blood Plague.
It corrupts the minds of men and women, adults and children,
dogs and beasts, and turns them into mindless cannibals.
It is up to you to investigate this scourge,
and bring an end to it before it takes everyone you love.

• There is magic, but it's uncommon
• The plague has no cure
• Characters must bring something to the team, but that doesn't mean I want them to be OP
• Knights are very rare
• Travelling is, unfortunately, a thing in this RP
• Technology and culture wise, this is much like the middle ages
• No guns or even gunpowder
• This could be described as 'low-advanced' purely because I myself am a bit shit. But I like reading other people's great quality work, so I expect more from you than myself :P

yo bruh I'm down with the sickness

You got a base character sheet ya want us to use?

Roven the Wanderer [+]

Character Theme – Rise of Valor
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Roven is a tall individual with wide, broad shoulders, with a barreled chest, and large, thick arms from years of strenuous training and surviving almost in solitary for a large portion of his life. He has a messy blond main that goes to the mid-point of his back, with a small unkempt beard growing on his face. His eyes are stark blue that look like pits of ice, and just as cold. He wears a tattered hauberk under leather armor, wolf-fur cloak, and a worn red scarf around his neck, which he sometimes lifts up to cover the lower half of his face when the northern chill goes below freezing.

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【Full Name】
Roven Vasili

【Alias】
The Wanderer

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
27

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Sovereign

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
Nomad hunter

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【Personality】

Roven is as cold as the freezing north that he lives in. He never talks, mostly because he can't, and he is always glowering down at strangers. Having lived a harsh life has caused Roven to go nearly bereft of all his emotions, however his adopted daughter is the only one that can bring the lights of joy into his eyes. This doesn't mean that he's a rude person, he's actually quite hospitable to strangers who come by him, but he is reserved and aloof.

Along with being cold, Roven is as stubborn as a rock. If he sets his mind on something, it would take a lot to make him change his mind, and again only his daughter seems to have the capability of doing this. Some of the times. He sees that there is strength in being stubborn, he rationalizes with himself that one that changes their mind like a lone leaf at the mercy of the shifting wind, is weak of mind and heart, able to be taken over by others physically and mentally.

Above all, Roven is patient. If there's one word to describe him, it would be patience. Often people who come across him compare him to a mountain, not because of his size, but because he's stubborn, cold, and patient like a mountain wearing human flesh. This also makes him a great hunter, he can sit in one position waiting for the perfect kill for hours with barely a shift of unease if need be, having been taught the strict lesson of discipline from a young age. His patience also keeps him as a calm and collected individual, allowing him to rationalize and be a sort of pragmatic person. He believes emotions that play a role in making decisions is a sign of weakness, and keeps it out as much as possible.

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【History】
Roven was born to House Vasili, and is the nephew to King Barius. As a child, he was pampered for the first few years of his life, until his mother - King Barius's sister - decided that a pampered young man would do no good for the kingdom, and since she wanted him to be a major player in court, she began hiring the best tutors and trainers to teach him both discipline and responsibility. Those years were harsh on the young Roven. Having gone from a life of being pampered to being scolded on a nearly minute-by-minute basis was something that was hard for him to swallow at first. It wasn't until his father had a heart to heart with him, and told him that he needed to become a man, that he became more staunch and more receptive of his education and training.

Giving learning a try for once, Roven learned that he was fond of war tactics and strategy, and although at first he was weak in the subject, he had with him a tutor who was just as fond of it as he was teaching it, and he explained tactics and strategy to Roven in ways that would open his young mind, and in turn making him more clever. In the training grounds, Roven was strong and quite good with the sword, but he found he preferred the bow and arrow a lot more, even though he was horrible with it. Again Roven hit a stroke of luck as his archery master was a patient man, and often took Roven out hunting with a large party of guards close by in order to teach Roven a more authentic method of using the bow. However this only lasted for half a year until they came upon a rather large group of the infected. Although, unharmed, Roven was shaken by the experience, and half of the guards were either killed by the plague-infected men or killed before they could turn. Afterwards, he was confined from leaving beyond High Town, which he agreed with fully.

At the age of seventeen, Roven's mother became gravely ill, and his father had been killed by his guards several years before after accidentally drinking contaminated water. He stayed by his mother's side most of that time, foregoing his responsibilities in court and his lessons. It was also a time that he had gotten very close with his mother. He would spend the whole day sitting on a stool by her side, and they would talk throughout that day, and she would share stories of her younger days when she was more adventurous. It was during this time that he learned his mother used to be a high ranking officer in the army until she found out she was pregnant with him. Several months later, as she approached the gates of death, she gave him the longbow that she used in her youth as a gift. A few days later, while he was attending the funeral of his mother, King Barius offered to take him in out of respect for his sister, but Roven humbly refused, saying that he was going to go find his calling outside of the city. Although he could see the King didn't quite agree with his decision, he was glad that he didn't bring it up again.

He took a few days to say his goodbyes to his tutors, trainers, and his close friends at court. Once it was all done, he took the bow his mother had given him, a quiver of arrows and set off on his own towards other parts of the kingdom. He traveled to several cities and smaller villages, never staying in one place for more than two years, making a living off of hunting, which earned him a good amount of coin since the plague caused a decrease of food stores. Things changed for him, when at the age of twenty one, Roven met his would-be wife, Liralta, a woman belonging to the northern tribes. He had been hunting in a dense thicket when he was ambushed by a group of recently infected individuals and one of them managed to bite his tongue after lunging at him randomly, tearing a small piece off from it. Confused and dazed, he tried to escape, but found himself surrounded, until a woman came seemingly from out of nowhere and took down the infected with ease, lopping their heads off and dancing through them like a stage actress with her axe and dagger.

Once she was done killing the infected, she went over to him, pulled his tongue from his mouth and cut it out of his mouth before he could do anything. When he woke up, he found himself in a strange tent, with his mouth strangely empty. He then realized that his tongue was missing, and stood up enraged at what the tribesmen did to him. Looking around and found a spear at the side of the tent, grabbed it and went out, rampaging through the tribe's encampement and managed to injure several of the tribesmen before he was pinned down by Liralta. She explained to him, in a broken accent that had she left the tongue inside his mouth, he would have become infected and he would have lost all hope of a cure. He didn't like what he heard, but he accepted it nonetheless. Then after something that sounded like snarling and snapping, the tribesmen turned away from Roven and went about their business, but they made sure to go out of their way to glower at him or insult him in their strange language whenever they came across him.

He spent several years among them and although he could no longer speak, he learned to understand their strange language and lived amongst them, hunting in the woods with Liralta for game to feed the tribe. Eventually, the tribesmen came to accept Roven, some even befriending him, and he married Liralta. Roven recalls those years as the years that shaped him into the man he was. The tribesmen were harsh, rough, and nothing like civilized people. Living in the open at the mercy of nature made them tough and hardy, and it rubbed off on him. Once while in a cave with Liralta during a particular nasty blizzard, he heard a cry coming from the snowstorm, but he passed it off as only the wind. Then it came again, closer, and it sounded like a child. Liralta stood and went into the blizzard, despite his protests, and he followed her. There they found an injured young girl no more than nine years old. They brought her in with them to the cave, and Liralta tried her best to nurse the young girl back to health.

It took several days for the blizzard to pass, and when it did, they took the girl back to the tribe where they gave her to the shaman to be healed properly. While the girl was being healed, Liralta brought up the topic of adopting her since she was barren and incapable of conceiving. Roven, although liking the idea, was on the fence because the girl might have had parents of her own. When they found out her parents were killed by those infected from the plague, they adopted her.

Then the plague hit the tribe, and it hit hard. Roven was in his tent with his family when four infected attacked them, two going for, Evelyn, their daughter. Both stood, their parental instincts overtaking them, and he watched as Liralta jumped on an infected with nothing but a small dagger, and he watched horrified as two more came through the tent flap and bit into her back, causing her to fall from the infected she was on. He made to protect his wife and child but he realized two were on his flank, and while he was fighting them with a small axe, he watched horrified as the infected overtook his wife, eating her flesh right off her bones. Wrought with grief and anger, Roven went for his greatsword and killed most of the infected, leaving one which was on top of his daughter, trying to bite her neck. Then he watched as Evelyn turned into an eagle and flew off in a flurry of feathers. Both he and the infected creature were stunned for a moment, until Roven shook himself and killed the thing while it looked dumbly at its empty hands.

Immediately after killing the creature, he ran out of the tent and found his daughter in the snow a few yards away, her face white and fearful. He brought her back in and after a few silent hours, they buried Liralta where she died, leaving a small rock to mark her grave, burned what was left of the infected, and left, Roven taking the red scarf his late wife wore around his neck. The following morning, he found that most of the tribe had been infected and had ran off, only the shaman and a few other warriors remaining. They told him they would be heading to a sister tribe and that he should go with them, but he refused, saying he was going back to Sovereign to fight the plague. Then the shaman offered to travel with them after explaining that she saw Evelyn turn into a bird. He agreed, and as they traveled back to his home, the shaman taught his daughter how to master her shape shifting and take control of it. Once she was adept enough the shaman turned into a giant white bear and left them, opting to live a solitary life until the plague had ended.

During their travels into the outlying cities of the kingdom, Roven heard that his uncle was gathering a team to fight the plague at the Cross Roads, and seeing his opportunity to rid the world of the blight, he headed for the major town.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Roven is a master with the long bow. He can draw and release, then draw again within the span of a couple of seconds. Years of training and hunting have been his master, and living in the wilds have honed his muscles to the peak of his physical abilities, allowing him feats that would raise eyebrows. He is also well trained in how to use the greatsword, although he admits to himself that he isn't as good as he should be, but he knows in a fight, he can hold himself and if not attack, then at least defend himself well enough from getting killed. Along with these two is his brute strength. Roven is a large man, hard to miss, and his muscles are as solid as rock with strength to match his size, and rigorous self discipline have given him feats of strength that would be considered by some impossible.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
- Ornate Long Bow.
- Greatsword.
- Quiver of arrows.
- A small pack stuffed with gauze and alcohol.

Magical Spells
Roven personally doesn't possess any magical abilities, but his adopted daughter, Evelyn does, and she's able to shape-shift into an eagle for a short time. Although taught by the shaman of her tribe, she isn't as adept as she would like to be and hopes to find a tome or book detailing more about the magic.

Evelyn [+]

Character Theme – A Child's Wish
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Character description

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【Full Name】
Evelyn Vasili

【Alias】
N/A

【Gender】
Female

【Age】
13

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Falkreath

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Vasili

【Profession】
N/A

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【Personality】

Evelyn is the type of person who always sees the good in everything. No matter if her day was turns out to be horrible or harsh, as it has a knack to do, she always reminds herself that something good happened that day, and she always finds something good to mention to herself, or to her father. Although he doesn't much share in her optimism.

Having lived with the tribesmen and her father in particular has taught her the importance of self confidence, and because of that she is quite confident in her self and a little loud. From the way she looks, one would assume she was a shy little girl, and that's usually what Evelyn wants people to think so she can surprise them and play a joke on them in her own little way. She laughs easily, she talks a lot, and she's very curious about the world around her.

Because she traveled a lot with her father, she got to see very different towns, villages, and bits of nature. And the traveling only increased her in her curiosity of the world she lives in, and her father is always willing to help her understand what a particular tree or plant is, which is more fuel to the burning she has to set out one day on her own.

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【History】
Evelyn doesn't remember much of her past. She recalls bits and pieces like broken paintings on shattered glass. She remembers she was born in Falkreath and she was living alone with her mother, then they set out to go elsewhere, and that's as far as she remembers. Then she recalls how she woke up in the middle of a blizzard and a strange lady came up to her and a large, rather scary man behind her. She wanted to protest as they picked her up from the snow, but she was too weak to do anything more than whimper from a broken leg.

They nursed her back to health at the tribe's encampment and once she told them that she feared that her mother died in the blizzard, they adopted her. She was reluctant at first, but she grew into it, her new mother was loving, caring, and strong, while her knew father was strange, she felt apprehensive towards him because he never spoke and always grunted and looked like he was going to beat something to death. Her foster mother realized her fears and explained to her that Roven had lost his tongue in an accident and can no longer talk, and she then began teaching her how to understand his particular grunts and what certain looks meant, and how he used both to form sentences.

She lived with both of them for several more years until strange men attacked their tent and killed her mother, and nearly killed her until she spontaneously turned into an eagle. She landed a few yards from the tent and the experience left her stunned and scared. A few seconds later her father came out with his large sword and carried her back inside. She watched with tears in her eyes as Roven wept profusely at Liralta's side. He stopped crying after several hours and spent a few moments of silence before burying her and taking her favorite scarf. When they burned the rest of the strange cannibals they left the tent, where she learned under the shaman how to master her eagle form and turn into it at will, and maintain it for a period of time.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Evelyn is a good healer, her mother taught her how to do simplistic first aid and the shaman taught her a little more about herbal medicine during their travels. She also has eyes that are far superior than normal people and can see quite far, making her an ideal scout.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Her father only allows her to carry a small dagger.

Magical Spells
Evelyn can turn into an eagle for a short period of time, and in this state, her eyes are even more enhanced than they usually are. While traveling with her father, she would often turn into an eagle as practice, and scout ahead to see if there was any of the strange cannibals near them.

I'm rather interested. Are you willing to take me in?

Gawain Rochilde [+]

Character Theme – Wanderer's Lullaby
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Gawain is a remarkable man, in that he is part dressed for battle, part dressed for a feast in an inn. Adding to the remarkability is his nose ring, which is rather large, and the three dots on his forehead. He has no remarkably muscled body, but it is apparent that he is fit and agile, both in way of moving and in looks. He has a characteristical look and those who have seen him are unlikely to forget him - both a boon and a blessing. His hair is slicked back using some sort of thick, oily substance, after which he puts on a linnen tie to keep his hair out of his face. His beard seems well maintained, though he is hardly ever seen maintaining it himself. Gawain's eyes are a dark blue, and although dark it can be seen clearly that they are blue indeed. He has some freckles on his nose and cheeks, but his characteristics end about there.

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【Full Name】
Gawain Rochilde

【Alias】
the Wonderman

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
27

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Minorhold, near the North gate in a wooden shack.

【Nation/Allegiance】
the Kingdom of Vasili, and to an extent the church of light.

【Profession】
Priest turned warrior-ish.

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【Personality】

Gawain walks with a steady stride, prideful in what he does and his position in life. He is a serious kind of guy, but doesn't mind a joke here or there. That being said he's not particularily funny himself, so don't expect any of those jokes from him. He'll just laugh along as they come. Furthermore he is a man that believes very strongly, although he sometimes is not entirely sure what he believes in. Because of that he is rather tolerant for a baptist, and quite accepting of those who follow the old pantheon. After all, he sometimes reverts back to them as well when he isn't certain. In his words: 'Better to pray to all gods, than pray to the wrong one.'

Gawain can be rather impatient at times, a leftover from his children years, something that didn't get smacked out with the rod enough and now feasts upon Gawains' virtues. Or not. Whatever the church makes you believe, being patient is simply not something that can be taught, and Gawain realises this full well. He's just embraced it as part of his personality and hasn't made any attempts at becoming more patient. It probably wouldn't work either way.

His role as a baptist before the Black Blood Plague means he can be compassionate, humble and empathetic, friendly as well. As such he can not only be a religious leader to some, but also a good friend. He enjoys company and conversations, and is one of those people who doesn't mind sitting by a fire waiting for hours for someone to finish speaking. He'll never grumble a word about missing sleep and rather sees this as a good opportunity to learn from others what their ideas and motives are in life.

But then again, what does this really mean when there's a plague turning people into cannibals? Such plagues can do strange things to people, and their personalities.

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【History】
Gawain was born in Minorhold, in a wooden shack near the Northern gate. That is all rather inconspicuous and humble for a family of five whom all worked the fields. They were all followers of the old pantheon, until dad converted after listening to a preacher of the Church of Light. Ofcourse, in these times, it was custom that the father led the family and in such case the entire family converted, whether they were actually followers of the faith or not. In Gawain's case, he was still very young when dad converted, barely 4. As such he was brought up with the Church of Light, and never knew the Old Pantheon except from what he heard occasionally.

The family was simple, father, Gawain and his older brother Jonas worked the fields while mother and Gawain's younger sister Alysa worked on household chores, and occasionally fixing clothes for people in need of it. It was a humble life, very much so, but with a humble life comes humble people. When Gawain came of age, he chose to not follow in the footsteps of his elder brother Jonas, who by this time had enlisted for service and was sent off to fort Cain. Instead, he humbly chose to serve the God of Light. In the meantime, he was also interested in the Old Pantheon. Ofcourse he was, it had always been a great mystery to him. Father had never spoken to him about it and Jonas had only ushered whispered words, old tales of gods and godesses. Realizing that a good priest should also know the counterparts of his religion, he sought out wise men that could tell of the Old Pantheon. This turned out to be a mistake for him, personally, as he didn't know which faith was the right one.

Deciding that his family would be dishonored if he quit helping in the church and studying to be a priest, he continued the studies anyway. The time was turbulent for him since he was torn up between two faiths, not an easy decision for anyone to make. That, and having just discovered girls.. well, let's just say he got more than enough trouble from the priests that taught him. He learnt valuable lessons, most importantly when to keep your damn mouth shut about what you did last night. Never the less the time came when an older priest died, and a new one was chosen from the rank of the pupils.

When Gawain's time to serve the God of Light came, he was already 25, and had lost interests in becoming a priest with permanent residence in the Minorhold. His father had long since lost faith in the teachings of the God of Light, and reverted to the old gods, something every other family member had done a long time before. To Gawain this was a sign that he shouldn't stick around and do what was expected of him. Rather than becoming a priest, he thanked them for the offer but instead became a baptist. Because there were not many men and women in Minorhold that wished to convert (conversion spree had happened when the church first made it entry, and that had long since passed), he chose instead to wander to where ever there was most need of a baptist. This took him to a great many places, including the South before they started controlling entry so vigorously. And although, due to the ongoing war, the South was not at friendly term with Northerners such as Gawain, his (apparent) faith in the church of Light led to some people opening up to him. He learned here that Southerners are just Northerners with a funny accent and a different king.

As he came back from his travels he discovered he had been just in time - the Southerners were now restricting access. And by restricting, they meant burn and sink everything that resembled a ship. Well, there was one benefit to this: the Southerners probably wouldn't mount an invasion. Who wants to invade a disease riddled country. However it led to more problems for Gawain. He made his way back to Minorhold, slowly as he didn't exactly own a horse until much later. And then, when he arrived, it turned out he could pretty much turn around and ride for the Crossroads. The city had been hit by the plague, and Gawains family was cut down because of it. It is unknown if they were victim to the plague, or were attacked simply because some scared peasant felt like they were infected. Regardless, Gawain buried them all except for Alysa, who seemed to have escaped a cruel fate, or had perhaps wandered into an even worse fate. Her position remains unknown to Gawain, and rather than toiling endlessly over it, and wager his life trying to find her further North, he has just told himself that she's dead. Atleast then he can find peace within himself. As soon as he heard of the call for investigators of this plague, he realised that being a priest in these times was probably not very fulfilling. He took a horse from somewhere, said a quick prayer to both the old gods and the new god asking for forgiveness for stealing a horse, then rode his 27 year old behind to the Crossroads, hoping to offer the Consano some assistance, as he was humble enough to realise that he would most likely not get picked. But even the Consano can use some assistance, he estimated.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Gawain is unhandy with his sword. He only knows that the pointy end stabs, and the sharp ends slice. You would do best not to ask how many times he found out about this himself. The good part is: he owns a sword, at least.
Besides that, he is one of the youngest religious figures around, and probably also one of the few that is willing to join the Consano. Whether you like it or not, religious people can be a boon in a group as they often have skills not many others have: they have religious knowledge, know tales of old (and new), and can offer people consolation and friendship in dark times.

Oh, and a priest knows how to bury people. Even the (un)dead deserve a proper burial. For those of the Old Pantheon a pyre can be lit, though you'll have to forgive him for not knowing any chants of the Old Pantheon.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Gawain owns a two handed sword that he keeps on his back. Besides that, nothing as of yet.

Let me know if it's good, if there are issues and/or if you have feedback! Don't be afraid to flatout deny me if you think it's not good enough. ^^

I'll have a CS up before the night is through.

EDIT: Make that tomorrow morning.

Any objections to a Ship captain/Smuggler?