Something I should probably write out just for completionists' sake.
Miviun is a god with a few titles. He has also been called the god of pity, the god of orphans and the god of nurturing. In a way, these are all true. The stories go that Miviun was formerly a minor warrior god that had grown weary of battle. One day the god descended upon the ravages of a village, destroyed by a terrible battle. He was beset by the sight of the orphans the battle had left in its wake. He descended upon them, and bullt them a new village, hidden away from the world. He surrounded the village with a barrier that warded any that would endanger the village, This was the first of Miviun's havens.
It is not exactly known how many of these havens exist. They are all hidden within woods or valleys. Only on the outskirts of the village, a small shrine of miviun can be found. Villages that leave offerings here will not be bothered and children that reach adulthood will seek out these villages and work there. Villages that do not leave offerings will have to cope with the pestering and stealing of the children. Unfortunate children of any age can come and live in the villages, where they are raised by older children until the age of 14. At this point they will have to work and contribute to the village. Children are allowed to leave once they reach eighteen, but have to leave before their twenty-first.
Oh, it's also said that Miviun has a gambling problem, don't tell the kids.
@Kokushi Nice, looking forward to it :D PM me with nay questions!
@Rekaigan Well ten people put their names down (not counting me) but i haven't heard a peep from Exit in over a month, Chic has PC troubles so will join later and LordK and Grim are being slow assholes. Whoever gets their chars done done by staruday evening - will start with us. Those who are late - will join up as we go. Cause if we wait for EVERYONE to be ready we'll be sitting on 0 IC posts for another month lol.
Name: Geraldenar Feltenhouer (Geld- his self given nickname / The Cabbage- Zephyr's given nickname for him) Gender: Male Race: Cauhri Age: 17 (by the start of the current RP Arc anyway) Origin: Not sure yet (Picked up on the outskirts of Ardentia)
Personality: It's hard to really tell what kind of personality he has yet on his own. Having been stuck in a hard labor slave style of living since young, he really didn't have the ability to be himself or who he was. As such, he's probably had a fair bit of Zephyr rub off on him while coming into his own. There's a lot of time and days that flew by him and arguably the only thing he's used to using to deal with people is passive aggressive, smartassery, or to simply stay quiet. Thus far pretty much nobody except Zephyr (having been around him the most obviously) could really have an idea what sits below. And that's probably not likely either. Outwardly at the least he does seem to have mostly picked up quite a few mannerisms from this. He's much more likely to bark back and throw words, and thus far he tends to spout nonsense on the level of Zephyr while being snarky or a brat, but what else he acquired from Zephyr (or has come to fruition with himself) is to be seen. Whether any of that holds up in all or even most situations however is also in the winds. The only other thing to note is, for whatever reason, he seems to randomly change accents or pronounce words entirely different based on day, or even per sentence. Zephyr has no bloody idea where this came from, and it sometimes leads to a loud smack. Sometimes it's Zephyr facepalming, other times it's him smacking Geld upside or on the back of his head.
Looks: Think this youngish looking:
With a similar style of clothing:
Main differences: (Obvious racial basics such as needing longer pointed ears assumed) His hair's a bit longer, shoulder length, and green. This being why Zephyr picked the nickname cabbage, while Zephyr could feel that this young child was a null, he frequently makes fun of him by saying his hair "Made him stick out like a cabbage in a field of pumpkins." Zephyr's not quite sure Geld has, or ever will forgive him for it. His skin color is a tad lighter than the usual, but nothing overly different. Geld has scars, but his only facial one starts at his cheek bone and cuts ending at the bottom of his jawline. He has various cuts and brusies from his laboring days growing up scattered about, more than enough that he never bothered counting. Generally most of them are faint enough that one would probably have to search for them, with a few that do rather stick out. He's fairly lanky and agile, relying on that far more than any sort of brute strength.
Affinity: Being that he grew up fairly "Godless," he hasn't actually learned about or bothered with many of them. Thus far his acceptance of them has been "If there'sa poin't I need some silly old organized religion in my life, I'll pray like 'all Ell durin it. Til then, gawt no time for these "Dee-it-eez" you keep ramblin on bout." He HAS mentioned however the name Lenellia several times since the two joined up. Zephyr isn't sure if it's related to said topic or perhaps old familial ties. Maybe another forgotten or somewhat underground God similar to his own figure of knowledge.
Nullomancer: Indeed, so far he has decided on going for wind, carbon steel, and fire. Possibly impact pending.
Special ability (if any): Well he has that accent thing? Working as a slave left him little time to cultivate much, however it did give him a fair knack at using any sort of tools or technology the empire employs in their various jobs and undertakings. Mining for crystals, building things, keeping things maintained and running, etc etc. Normally you would think that stays specialized to adults for "delicate tools" reasons, except the empire would rather transport en mass a bunch of easier to feed, cheaper to care for children than adults. At least for their seedier and not out in the open operations. It's also easier to replace children if you understand their meaning.
Due to all this time around such things, he's grown a knack for being able to register weak points in damn near anything. How to screw up a machine? Ruining an automated system using crystals? Simple things such as an opponents armor? Well how long that takes will vary per enemy but you get the idea. Very hands on for this kind of thing, though good at theory crafting about it. Many a times has he gotten side tracked on these lines of thought. A few of his scars very likely stem from this habit possibly interfering with their work quotas.
@Anndgrim Oi, how many weeks ago have i asked you to edit your damn char sheet so it doesn't look like you wrote it in french then fed it to google translate? >< We're starting tomorrow evening for crying out loud!
The first post is up, it's a bit on the longer side since i was setting stuff up and showing nullomancy to ya'll, so yours most definitely do not need to be as long!
Thing you need to know about Sayrn: It's is known as teh City of Dust, there is incredibly fine granite dust EVERYWHERE, most people wear shawls over tehir faces and the richer people travel by carriage or palanquins. Only the poorest people dare go with their face uncovered. In teh back alleys yo uwill find plenty of people afflicted by teh Dust Plague - a disease that slowly kills them. Origins are unknown. City is mostly skyscrapers and factories, with little to please the eyes. Have fun~ ...i need a drink.
The pan : small recipient on the side of a matchlock firearm
A flash in the pan : When the pan's black powder content catches fire but the fire fails to propagate to the powder inside the barrel. Hence : a failure.
Well there ARE crystal based firearms and they could potentially misfire similarly. So meyah i'd say it coudl still exist. Where the hell did you find this metaphor anyway? I didn't notice it in the IC.
@Anndgrim *raises eyebrow* am i the only one who finds it ironic coming from the guy who had his recluse barbarian character speak with the eloquence of english literature professor? Can't have it both ways grimmy. So i'll leave it up to myself as the creator of this world to decide what goes and what doesn't. And in the case of this particular metaphor - I say it goes. *flies away on a majestic GM dragon*