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Oskar The Undying
Name: Oskar
Age: Mid-thirties
Appearance:
Oskar is an imposing man, standing 6’ 3”. He weighs 224 Pounds, and was once called “Oskar the Mountain.” That stopped after he cut out the tongue of the man who created the nickname.
Bio: Oskar first memory is wandering aimlessly through the Nordic Countryside. He accidentally befriended a band of Viking Raiders. They taught him how to fight, how to raid. They raided together for many years, until Oskar had his head lopped off in battle and they saw it reform. They burned him alive and it took him almost a year to reform from the ashes. He tracked down and killed all of his former comrades, taking the name “Oskar the Undying”
Since then, he’s roamed the Earth, looking for war wherever he can find it. It is said that not only did he fight on both sides of WWI, charging across No Man’s Land with axes in hand, he also may have had a hand in the assassination of Ferdinand which started the war. He’s slaughtered rebels, then immediately helped overthrow the Government that bid him to do so. He looks only for blood. He’s always found it.
Personality: Oskar can be a jovial when he wishes to be. He has been known to not hold his liquor very well, and has caused a number of bar fights. He is kind and welcoming to those he considers friends, but considers everyone else a bitter enemy. Then, he might brain a friend for insulting him and befriend an old enemy. He has no consistency, and is all the more dangerous because of it.
Possessions:
- 3 Ice Vestis Crystals
- Two one-handed axes (Ice Vestis Powered)
- A multitude of fur cloaks and leather jerkins and breeches.
- An outstanding fortune
- A massive Mansion In Seattle
Skills: Oskar is a deadly warrior, skilled with swords and spears, guns and explosives. He’s spent his whole life perfecting the art of war making, and he’s quite skilled with tactics. That being said, no one can call Oskar “book smart.” He reads at about a fourth grade level.
Fast facts: Oskar has an thirst almost as undying as himself, he likes to stay in a state of perpetual inebriation. Oskar currently lives in a large mansion, bought from the spoils of war. He wears traditional Nordic furs and leathers. It is possible the IBI knows about him, but is unable to act due to his use to several countries as a soldier.
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Name: Evelyn D’Amour
Age: 18
Appearance:
Evelyn is just below average height at 5’6, and is quite skinny. Her body is well shaped, but quite petite, with small breasts and butt.
Bio: As far as she can remember, Evelyn has been around since the time of the Ancient Egyptians. She has always managed to get herself into positions of importance, using her wiles and charms to ascend the ranks of power. She has managed to make her way into the bedroom of many important figures throughout history. And she has enjoyed every minute of it.
Evelyn suits her appearance to match the time period, going with her current style to try and seduce people who are looking for something more exotic. She usually succeeds quite well at this, and has bedded several thousand people over the past 10 years alone. Due to this, she has experienced nearly every fetish known to man, and is an expert in the field of sex.
Personality: Evelyn is naturally flirtatious, always wearing a smile which is not quite innocent. Despite her intentions and actions, Evelyn actually has humanity's interests at heart, and could be kind if she ever made friends. In the bedroom, she is a very selfless and compassionate lover.
Possessions: Evelyn usually wears slightly revealing clothes, such as tank tops to show off her stomach, or skinny jeans. She owns several ‘aides’ for her activities, and is well versed in all of them.
Skills: Evelyn is an expert when it comes to sex, having knowledge of every single fetish known to man. She is also an expert at seduction and manipulation. Evelyn is also incredibly skilled at hand to hand combat, knowing several martial arts.
Fast facts: Evelyn is not known to the IBI, as her activities are relatively low key.
Evelyn may know some other Immortals from past encounters. (PM or mention me if you want history with her)
Age: 18
Appearance:
Evelyn is just below average height at 5’6, and is quite skinny. Her body is well shaped, but quite petite, with small breasts and butt.
Bio: As far as she can remember, Evelyn has been around since the time of the Ancient Egyptians. She has always managed to get herself into positions of importance, using her wiles and charms to ascend the ranks of power. She has managed to make her way into the bedroom of many important figures throughout history. And she has enjoyed every minute of it.
Evelyn suits her appearance to match the time period, going with her current style to try and seduce people who are looking for something more exotic. She usually succeeds quite well at this, and has bedded several thousand people over the past 10 years alone. Due to this, she has experienced nearly every fetish known to man, and is an expert in the field of sex.
Personality: Evelyn is naturally flirtatious, always wearing a smile which is not quite innocent. Despite her intentions and actions, Evelyn actually has humanity's interests at heart, and could be kind if she ever made friends. In the bedroom, she is a very selfless and compassionate lover.
Possessions: Evelyn usually wears slightly revealing clothes, such as tank tops to show off her stomach, or skinny jeans. She owns several ‘aides’ for her activities, and is well versed in all of them.
Skills: Evelyn is an expert when it comes to sex, having knowledge of every single fetish known to man. She is also an expert at seduction and manipulation. Evelyn is also incredibly skilled at hand to hand combat, knowing several martial arts.
Fast facts: Evelyn is not known to the IBI, as her activities are relatively low key.
Evelyn may know some other Immortals from past encounters. (PM or mention me if you want history with her)
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Otto Dietrich
Name: Otto M. Dietrich
Age: 29
Appearance:
Otto stands at 5’ 11” and weighs 167 Pounds.
Bio: Otto’s earliest memories are of Bronze Age Ireland, but that is of little consequence. Otto has lived his life on the sidelines, rarely getting involved directly in the world. Instead, Otto has spent his life chasing experiences and knowledge.
In the late 1700’s, Otto met his first love. An Irish woman by the name of Clár. They married and had two sons, but they all left him when they discovered his immortality. Since then, Otto has befriended and fell for many people. They’ve all died, while he’s watched, unaging. It breaks him every time, yet Otto never learns his lesson. After his best friend of many years died recently, he left Ireland and settled in Berlin, taking the name Otto Dietrich.
Personality: Otto, put simply, is a dork. He’s clumsy, occasionally oblivious, and doesn’t take himself too seriously. He befriends easily, and trusts even easier. His naivety is inexplicable, considering that he’s lived for upwards of two thousand years.
Possessions:
- A lightning-Vestis powered dagger
- A small 38. Revolver, no vestis
- A long, grey peacoat
- A few pairs of slacks and jeans and a few button up shirts.
Skills: Physically, Otto has chosen to be a sort of “jack of all trades”. He’s done a bit everything, parkour, acrobatics, climbing, yet he’s mastered nothing. He knows how to properly use almost every weapon, and is even proficient in a few, but has never progressed beyond this. He has, however, gone to University several times. He’s earned degrees in Philosophy, Business, and Political Science. In the eighties, he earned a doctorate in Psychology.
Fast facts: Otto has an interesting habit of furiously scratching his neck in strenuous situations. Otto also has a very slight stutter.
HylianRose Defender of Hyrule
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Name: Alexandra "Alex" Walters (She doesn't remember her first given name)
Age: 22
Appearance:
5'4" || 126 lbs
Bio: Alex's first memory is hazy at best. She only really remembers a woman with a pink comb and a beautiful coral dress. Her first clear memory involves an orphanage and a kind old man in London. She spent her longest time with this old man, spending nearly 5 years with him before he passed away and she needed to move on.
Since then, she'd spent her time in orphanages, helping out where she could and roaming around. Her last home was Korea where she spent her time as a Korean Idol in a group called ZyNAX (Zee-nax), a mixed gender group. Since then, she has taken a break to the States for a project (a TV Drama) and is planning her exit/retirement from the profession. She even has a list of names she's debating on change her name to, kept in the desk drawer in her apartment.
Personality: Alex is gentle but holds her own. She tends to keep her own issues and problems to herself but has no hesitation towards making new friends. She understands that, from her years of experience, connections are everything in this world. Knowing the right people can get you out of any situation, hence her friendship with the CEO of CoreTech Industries, a technology company. The CEO, Ryan Teaks, met Alex by 'accident' when she bumped into his moving car. Worried for her (thought she was male at the time) safety, he came out of his car only to be assaulted by a masked man (not part of Alex's plan, but good none the less). Alex jumped into action saving the man's life and earning his friendship in the process.
Alex, overall, is a free spirit. She does what she wants, when she wants and how she wants. If she doesn't want to do or see something, she won't. She's learned over the years that it's not worth sacrificing your well-being to stay around toxic things. She will, however, go out of her way to help people, if only with the incentive that they will owe her afterwards. Alex also loves going for random rides in the countryside with the windows down and the radio blaring. It's moments like these that truly give her time to think to herself.
Possessions:
>Company Clothes (Clothes given to her by the Idol Agency. She owns very few clothes of her own.)
>Necklace (She has had this as long as she remembers)
>Several Books (Some of which she has written herself)
>Folding Knife (Simple protection)
>Katana (Kept out of sight)
>Ring with a Healing Vestis lain in the center
Skills:
Near Perfect:
>Sword Fighting
>Cooking
>Literature (Knowledge of)
>Foreign Languages
Good:
>Sewing
>Singing
>Dancing
>Writing
Decent:
>Drawing
>Sports
>Video Games
Bad:
>Math
>Swimming
Should Never Attempt Ever Again:
>Hunting
>Skateboarding
>Acting
Fast facts:
Fears:
>Suddenly getting older.
>Water
>Cats
>Bugs
Likes:
>Food
>Music
>Warm Weather
>People
>Dogs
Hobbies:
>Cooking
>Reading
>Singing
>Dancing
>Swords Play
>Writing
>Drawing
Favorite Foods:
>French fries
>French Toast
>Waffles
>Ice Cream
>Burgers
>Scallops
Habits:
>Rubs back of neck when nervous
>Makes large motions with hands when speaking passionately
>Plays with hair when bored
>Disappears randomly to be alone
Age: 22
Appearance:
5'4" || 126 lbs
Bio: Alex's first memory is hazy at best. She only really remembers a woman with a pink comb and a beautiful coral dress. Her first clear memory involves an orphanage and a kind old man in London. She spent her longest time with this old man, spending nearly 5 years with him before he passed away and she needed to move on.
Since then, she'd spent her time in orphanages, helping out where she could and roaming around. Her last home was Korea where she spent her time as a Korean Idol in a group called ZyNAX (Zee-nax), a mixed gender group. Since then, she has taken a break to the States for a project (a TV Drama) and is planning her exit/retirement from the profession. She even has a list of names she's debating on change her name to, kept in the desk drawer in her apartment.
Personality: Alex is gentle but holds her own. She tends to keep her own issues and problems to herself but has no hesitation towards making new friends. She understands that, from her years of experience, connections are everything in this world. Knowing the right people can get you out of any situation, hence her friendship with the CEO of CoreTech Industries, a technology company. The CEO, Ryan Teaks, met Alex by 'accident' when she bumped into his moving car. Worried for her (thought she was male at the time) safety, he came out of his car only to be assaulted by a masked man (not part of Alex's plan, but good none the less). Alex jumped into action saving the man's life and earning his friendship in the process.
Alex, overall, is a free spirit. She does what she wants, when she wants and how she wants. If she doesn't want to do or see something, she won't. She's learned over the years that it's not worth sacrificing your well-being to stay around toxic things. She will, however, go out of her way to help people, if only with the incentive that they will owe her afterwards. Alex also loves going for random rides in the countryside with the windows down and the radio blaring. It's moments like these that truly give her time to think to herself.
Possessions:
>Company Clothes (Clothes given to her by the Idol Agency. She owns very few clothes of her own.)
>Necklace (She has had this as long as she remembers)
>Several Books (Some of which she has written herself)
>Folding Knife (Simple protection)
>Katana (Kept out of sight)
>Ring with a Healing Vestis lain in the center
Skills:
Near Perfect:
>Sword Fighting
>Cooking
>Literature (Knowledge of)
>Foreign Languages
Good:
>Sewing
>Singing
>Dancing
>Writing
Decent:
>Drawing
>Sports
>Video Games
Bad:
>Math
>Swimming
Should Never Attempt Ever Again:
>Hunting
>Skateboarding
>Acting
Fast facts:
Fears:
>Suddenly getting older.
>Water
>Cats
>Bugs
Likes:
>Food
>Music
>Warm Weather
>People
>Dogs
Hobbies:
>Cooking
>Reading
>Singing
>Dancing
>Swords Play
>Writing
>Drawing
Favorite Foods:
>French fries
>French Toast
>Waffles
>Ice Cream
>Burgers
>Scallops
Habits:
>Rubs back of neck when nervous
>Makes large motions with hands when speaking passionately
>Plays with hair when bored
>Disappears randomly to be alone
The Fox Without A Cause
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Name: Arthur Avalon
Age: 25-30
Appearance:
Tends to look a bit boyish with out the beard, so he rarely shaved it off
Hieght: 6'2"
Weight: 210lbs
Bio: Arthur's first memory was laughing in a mead hall, sitting at the head of the table with what he could only imagine was his wife. He found early on that he quite like the feeling of leading, and found it quite easy to inspire the image of a godling as he rose time and again from wounds that should have called any mortal man, a master of the theatrics needed to make it seem divine right rather than dark magics, as well as the tactics needed to ensure victory often. This was a tale that would follow the ageless figure throughout history, wether as the hero who comes in and releases the film from oppression, such as Beowulf's defeat of Grendel and his ilk.
Though probably his best known tale is that of his time as Arthur, beating back the Saxons and uniting Britain under a common banner. There the Immortal King finally found a symbol surely worthy of himself, finding a strange substance that glowed with power. While it took much trial and error to find how to work the material, Arthur had made a blade that could serve as a symbol that his "fellow" man could gather around, and where else should they gather but around him.
As the years have gone by, Arthur had found it is sadly become more bothersome to be at the forefront of times, with a few close calls having forced him to cede the point that it is to be in his best interest to take a step back, though he is often behind the forces that do take center stage, serving as advisor or sponsor to many.
Most recently he has risen to a station that allows him to live his rather oppulent lifestyle in relative ease, having focused his ages of conquest and tactics into a slightly smaller setting. These days he makes his wages as the de facto owner of Caliburn Defenses, a company that focuses on everything from weapon development to providing security teams to the elite that can afford their prices. There are rumors that many of their exmilitary teams act as mercenaries for various agencies, though no such allegations have been confirmed.
Personality: Arthur is certainly filled with confidence, rarely second guessing himself and always ready to go forward. He has been described to have an almost hypnotizing charm, easily leading starving, broken men into a hopeless battle with full confidence they shall return heroes. He is always happy to take charge of a situation. While but vain, he has learned that it is always best to hear the words of those that have proven themselves. Any who gain his respect will always been seen as an equal, be they a fellow immortal or the common man.
Possessions:
-Excalibur, legendary sword imbued with raw light vesitis.
- Honda RC213V-S Racing bike
- Shoulder holster holding a Glock, with variable magazines of various vesitis bullets.
-30 year old bottle of tennese whiskey.
-Crown of King Arthur, though that is back in a safe within his company.
-A few fitted suits for more formal occasions, while perfering Plain t shirts, jeans, and riding jackets for casual wear.
Skills: Arthur is an expert at all aspects that comes with leading armies or countries, weilding swords and words with equal power and finesse. Was taught to be a blacksmith, having apprenticed before he attempted forging Excalibur. A decent motorcyclist as well, possibly professional level, though certianly not the best. Counts his stamina when it comes to drinking as a talent.
Fast facts: Spent sometime as an actor for Shakespeare himself, though he had been a vocal critic of Romeo and Juliet, refusing to play in it. Enjoys good mead when he can get it, but believes few can make a decent brew in this day and age, and often sticks to whiskey. More than likely, Arthur is to be on many lists of suspicious characters like those of the IBI, seeing as he's never been the most subtle of the immortals, but his propensity to place himself in places of power, and a lack of any hard evidence, makes tangling with him difficult.
Age: 25-30
Appearance:
Tends to look a bit boyish with out the beard, so he rarely shaved it off
Hieght: 6'2"
Weight: 210lbs
Bio: Arthur's first memory was laughing in a mead hall, sitting at the head of the table with what he could only imagine was his wife. He found early on that he quite like the feeling of leading, and found it quite easy to inspire the image of a godling as he rose time and again from wounds that should have called any mortal man, a master of the theatrics needed to make it seem divine right rather than dark magics, as well as the tactics needed to ensure victory often. This was a tale that would follow the ageless figure throughout history, wether as the hero who comes in and releases the film from oppression, such as Beowulf's defeat of Grendel and his ilk.
Though probably his best known tale is that of his time as Arthur, beating back the Saxons and uniting Britain under a common banner. There the Immortal King finally found a symbol surely worthy of himself, finding a strange substance that glowed with power. While it took much trial and error to find how to work the material, Arthur had made a blade that could serve as a symbol that his "fellow" man could gather around, and where else should they gather but around him.
As the years have gone by, Arthur had found it is sadly become more bothersome to be at the forefront of times, with a few close calls having forced him to cede the point that it is to be in his best interest to take a step back, though he is often behind the forces that do take center stage, serving as advisor or sponsor to many.
Most recently he has risen to a station that allows him to live his rather oppulent lifestyle in relative ease, having focused his ages of conquest and tactics into a slightly smaller setting. These days he makes his wages as the de facto owner of Caliburn Defenses, a company that focuses on everything from weapon development to providing security teams to the elite that can afford their prices. There are rumors that many of their exmilitary teams act as mercenaries for various agencies, though no such allegations have been confirmed.
Personality: Arthur is certainly filled with confidence, rarely second guessing himself and always ready to go forward. He has been described to have an almost hypnotizing charm, easily leading starving, broken men into a hopeless battle with full confidence they shall return heroes. He is always happy to take charge of a situation. While but vain, he has learned that it is always best to hear the words of those that have proven themselves. Any who gain his respect will always been seen as an equal, be they a fellow immortal or the common man.
Possessions:
-Excalibur, legendary sword imbued with raw light vesitis.
- Honda RC213V-S Racing bike
- Shoulder holster holding a Glock, with variable magazines of various vesitis bullets.
-30 year old bottle of tennese whiskey.
-Crown of King Arthur, though that is back in a safe within his company.
-A few fitted suits for more formal occasions, while perfering Plain t shirts, jeans, and riding jackets for casual wear.
Skills: Arthur is an expert at all aspects that comes with leading armies or countries, weilding swords and words with equal power and finesse. Was taught to be a blacksmith, having apprenticed before he attempted forging Excalibur. A decent motorcyclist as well, possibly professional level, though certianly not the best. Counts his stamina when it comes to drinking as a talent.
Fast facts: Spent sometime as an actor for Shakespeare himself, though he had been a vocal critic of Romeo and Juliet, refusing to play in it. Enjoys good mead when he can get it, but believes few can make a decent brew in this day and age, and often sticks to whiskey. More than likely, Arthur is to be on many lists of suspicious characters like those of the IBI, seeing as he's never been the most subtle of the immortals, but his propensity to place himself in places of power, and a lack of any hard evidence, makes tangling with him difficult.
Name: Lena "Wanderer"
Age: 21
Appearance:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160 lbs (a lot of muscle)
Bio:
The first thing Lena remembers was wandering around southern Europe. She later found out that her "birth" was around the year 1500 B.C.E. For years she wandered Europe, encountering a variety of people and learning many things she later considered necessary knowledge. Her first and longest stay was at a town near what is now Antalya, Turkey, where she met her first love. There, she was considered so beautiful that it was said a thousand ships would launch in her honor. The town was ravaged and destroyed, leaving Lena on her own again.
Years and year went by. Wars were fought, many she participated in, and lands are won and lost. Lena made her way from Europe to Asia, followed by South America, North America, Africa, and Europe again. As time passed, her stays were less lengthy and more spontaneous. One day, she would be in Japan learning the ways of the Samurais. The next week, she would be learning how to paint from wise China men. This earned her the name "Wanderer" in the eyes of immortals or those who knew of her.
Many famous women in myths and history were either Lena herself, or based off of her feats. However, as she "grew older", she found herself frequenting battlefields and famous events less often. Staying behind the scenes or in the shadows became the norm. The few people who saw her payed her no mind, especially during the times she wanted no trouble. If she didn't want to be seen, Lena would NEVER be seen by anyone. It was a gift.
Personality:
Lena has a cold air about her, most likely a side-effect from watching the world mature over thousands of years. Though she's met many, she prefers to be left to her own devices. This has resulted in a lack of long relationships throughout her time on earth, though there has been some. Many of her previous relationships were broken off before Lena could watch them die, and most never lasted more than a few years. The lack of solid human contact has, of course, taken its toll on her mental stability. However, for the most part, her mental health is on the good side, though there will be occasions in which she seems to be on the brink of insanity.
Lena's humor is dark and dry, but she does love a good pun. Her spare time is spent practicing her skills, though she does not need to, and learning new things. She loves to travel and is rarely in the same spot for more than a couple years, probably because she dislikes being tied to a single spot when she could be visiting other places. Also, Lena can be quite good at getting people under her feet. In other words, a LOT of people owe her.
Possessions:
-Lena is typically seen in dark, more conspicuous clothing, such as dark skinny jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, sweaters, boots, and coats. Currently, her favorite thing to wear is a pair of dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a gray shirt, and a black hoodie.
-She is in the possession of two fire vesitis crystals.
-A fancy mace to use in close combat
-A black M4A1
-Knife in her boot
-A black Heckler & Koch USP
-A sizable bank account (she's developed connections through favors)
Skills:
Despite being female, Lena has honed battle skills throughout the ages, from all over the world. She prefers not to participate in hand-to-hand combat, but if she had to choose, her favorite fighting style would be Krav Maga, mostly because it is so savage. She is skilled in many weapon types, both melee and ranged. Most of her skill lies in heavy weapons, such as her mace, or firearms. Her skills in using vesitis have developed far, and she can use the fire power of her two crystals very well.
Fast facts:
-One of her greatest fears is living until the end of the earth
-Lena has learned to play some instruments, her favorites being the gayageum and the guitar
-Her favorite food is just any kind of meat
-Her looks say different, but she can drink
-One habit she has is reaching for the closest weapon when surprised even a little
Age: 21
Appearance:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160 lbs (a lot of muscle)
Bio:
The first thing Lena remembers was wandering around southern Europe. She later found out that her "birth" was around the year 1500 B.C.E. For years she wandered Europe, encountering a variety of people and learning many things she later considered necessary knowledge. Her first and longest stay was at a town near what is now Antalya, Turkey, where she met her first love. There, she was considered so beautiful that it was said a thousand ships would launch in her honor. The town was ravaged and destroyed, leaving Lena on her own again.
Years and year went by. Wars were fought, many she participated in, and lands are won and lost. Lena made her way from Europe to Asia, followed by South America, North America, Africa, and Europe again. As time passed, her stays were less lengthy and more spontaneous. One day, she would be in Japan learning the ways of the Samurais. The next week, she would be learning how to paint from wise China men. This earned her the name "Wanderer" in the eyes of immortals or those who knew of her.
Many famous women in myths and history were either Lena herself, or based off of her feats. However, as she "grew older", she found herself frequenting battlefields and famous events less often. Staying behind the scenes or in the shadows became the norm. The few people who saw her payed her no mind, especially during the times she wanted no trouble. If she didn't want to be seen, Lena would NEVER be seen by anyone. It was a gift.
Personality:
Lena has a cold air about her, most likely a side-effect from watching the world mature over thousands of years. Though she's met many, she prefers to be left to her own devices. This has resulted in a lack of long relationships throughout her time on earth, though there has been some. Many of her previous relationships were broken off before Lena could watch them die, and most never lasted more than a few years. The lack of solid human contact has, of course, taken its toll on her mental stability. However, for the most part, her mental health is on the good side, though there will be occasions in which she seems to be on the brink of insanity.
Lena's humor is dark and dry, but she does love a good pun. Her spare time is spent practicing her skills, though she does not need to, and learning new things. She loves to travel and is rarely in the same spot for more than a couple years, probably because she dislikes being tied to a single spot when she could be visiting other places. Also, Lena can be quite good at getting people under her feet. In other words, a LOT of people owe her.
Possessions:
-Lena is typically seen in dark, more conspicuous clothing, such as dark skinny jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, sweaters, boots, and coats. Currently, her favorite thing to wear is a pair of dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a gray shirt, and a black hoodie.
-She is in the possession of two fire vesitis crystals.
-A fancy mace to use in close combat
-A black M4A1
-Knife in her boot
-A black Heckler & Koch USP
-A sizable bank account (she's developed connections through favors)
Skills:
Despite being female, Lena has honed battle skills throughout the ages, from all over the world. She prefers not to participate in hand-to-hand combat, but if she had to choose, her favorite fighting style would be Krav Maga, mostly because it is so savage. She is skilled in many weapon types, both melee and ranged. Most of her skill lies in heavy weapons, such as her mace, or firearms. Her skills in using vesitis have developed far, and she can use the fire power of her two crystals very well.
Fast facts:
-One of her greatest fears is living until the end of the earth
-Lena has learned to play some instruments, her favorites being the gayageum and the guitar
-Her favorite food is just any kind of meat
-Her looks say different, but she can drink
-One habit she has is reaching for the closest weapon when surprised even a little
Name: Alder "Al" Theodore Hastings
Age: (What age your character appears, all Immortals have existed since the dawn of humans.)
Appearance:
Alder stands at 5'11" at 168lbs.
Bio: Alder's first and fondest memories date back to the 1600s at the peak of piracy. He remembers serving as a deckhand for a crew renowned along the eastern coast of the American colonies under a flag depicting a skeleton piercing a heart and toasting the Devil himself. As he got bored, or his current expeditions wouldn't satisfy his need for lawlessness, Alder moved on, pillaging and robbing as he wished. He eventually found himself captain of his very own ship towards the Caribbean and chose to torment any sort of authority figure rather than prioritize money and goods like the rest of his kind. He'd board Spanish ships and take what his crew wanted, making sure the Spaniards knew who was responsible. Not necessarily for any specific reason; Alder just enjoyed this lifestyle. Coupled with his undying condition, he continued on with reckless abandon. As he and his crew died, he'd rise from the depths to cause chaos towards whatever organization he pleased.
As time went on, he found himself preferring to take the "easy way" in every aspect of his life. He fought dirty and cut corners. The life of crime with no real consequences drew him in as the world as we know it began to take shape. He took on gunfighting when that became prevalent, learning his way around a revolver. Obviously, he had quite an edge, but Alder never cared much. He took every advantage his condition gave him and drank his troubles away.
Later, he found his way into organized crime. Drugs, prostitutes, alcohol during Prohibition. At this time he decided to change his name to "Al" for a bit, just to fit his surroundings. Then, it was into the mob, working as muscle and eventually, a higher-up in a Family. Majority of organized crime in the 20th Century could be accredited to Alder in some form or the other. He just loved causing messes for the government to clean up. Prison and capture always seemed to elude him. He found that "faking" a death generally got him out of incarceration. In his most recent venture, he'd been fighting on the lawless side of the war on drugs. Weed, coke, heroin, he distributed it all throughout the west coast, overseeing many different operations. All the money he'd make would go back to his "employees" and the operations; he'd only ever keep what he needed. It's not like he'd actually starve to death. It was at this point in his long life he'd received a summons to Seattle, Washington.
Personality: Alder was "born" a sailor and maintains the mannerisms of one. A filthy tongue and an all around obnoxious person, he's generally well meaning to those he deals with. When wronged, Alder will stop at nothing to "right" whoever has wronged him. He's never taken a liking to authority and goes out of his way to disrupt whoever is in charge. He cares about the well-being of his "co-workers" and "employees" and does his best to take care of them.
Possessions: Alder prefers the color black for his clothing, simply because it looks cool to him. He keeps his .45 Revolver, lovingly named Caitlyn, on his person at all times. At least $500 in cash is always in his pocket to get him out of a pinch or for petty cash. Brass knuckles are also in his back pocket along with a pack of cigarettes.
Skills: Because of his gunfighting background, Alder is fairly good on the draw and rarely misses a target. Life on the sea and constant working out has made him to be quite stronger than the average man, although not supernaturally strong. He has a sixth sense for avoiding authorities and considers himself to be a fairly competent leader, considering his "business" background. Alder can also hold his own in a fist fight and does whatever he can to win.
Fast facts: Alder loves hip-hop music and enjoys stringing curse words on in odd fashions.
Age: (What age your character appears, all Immortals have existed since the dawn of humans.)
Appearance:
Alder stands at 5'11" at 168lbs.
Bio: Alder's first and fondest memories date back to the 1600s at the peak of piracy. He remembers serving as a deckhand for a crew renowned along the eastern coast of the American colonies under a flag depicting a skeleton piercing a heart and toasting the Devil himself. As he got bored, or his current expeditions wouldn't satisfy his need for lawlessness, Alder moved on, pillaging and robbing as he wished. He eventually found himself captain of his very own ship towards the Caribbean and chose to torment any sort of authority figure rather than prioritize money and goods like the rest of his kind. He'd board Spanish ships and take what his crew wanted, making sure the Spaniards knew who was responsible. Not necessarily for any specific reason; Alder just enjoyed this lifestyle. Coupled with his undying condition, he continued on with reckless abandon. As he and his crew died, he'd rise from the depths to cause chaos towards whatever organization he pleased.
As time went on, he found himself preferring to take the "easy way" in every aspect of his life. He fought dirty and cut corners. The life of crime with no real consequences drew him in as the world as we know it began to take shape. He took on gunfighting when that became prevalent, learning his way around a revolver. Obviously, he had quite an edge, but Alder never cared much. He took every advantage his condition gave him and drank his troubles away.
Later, he found his way into organized crime. Drugs, prostitutes, alcohol during Prohibition. At this time he decided to change his name to "Al" for a bit, just to fit his surroundings. Then, it was into the mob, working as muscle and eventually, a higher-up in a Family. Majority of organized crime in the 20th Century could be accredited to Alder in some form or the other. He just loved causing messes for the government to clean up. Prison and capture always seemed to elude him. He found that "faking" a death generally got him out of incarceration. In his most recent venture, he'd been fighting on the lawless side of the war on drugs. Weed, coke, heroin, he distributed it all throughout the west coast, overseeing many different operations. All the money he'd make would go back to his "employees" and the operations; he'd only ever keep what he needed. It's not like he'd actually starve to death. It was at this point in his long life he'd received a summons to Seattle, Washington.
Personality: Alder was "born" a sailor and maintains the mannerisms of one. A filthy tongue and an all around obnoxious person, he's generally well meaning to those he deals with. When wronged, Alder will stop at nothing to "right" whoever has wronged him. He's never taken a liking to authority and goes out of his way to disrupt whoever is in charge. He cares about the well-being of his "co-workers" and "employees" and does his best to take care of them.
Possessions: Alder prefers the color black for his clothing, simply because it looks cool to him. He keeps his .45 Revolver, lovingly named Caitlyn, on his person at all times. At least $500 in cash is always in his pocket to get him out of a pinch or for petty cash. Brass knuckles are also in his back pocket along with a pack of cigarettes.
Skills: Because of his gunfighting background, Alder is fairly good on the draw and rarely misses a target. Life on the sea and constant working out has made him to be quite stronger than the average man, although not supernaturally strong. He has a sixth sense for avoiding authorities and considers himself to be a fairly competent leader, considering his "business" background. Alder can also hold his own in a fist fight and does whatever he can to win.
Fast facts: Alder loves hip-hop music and enjoys stringing curse words on in odd fashions.
BlackPanther
Member
Seen
5 yrs ago
Name: Vladimir
Also known as Vlad
Age: looks about 21
Appearance: (I tried to find a picture….no luck)
Vladimir is considered handsome. He has a form of male beauty that makes most women fall for him…and he uses that to his advantage. He stands at around 6 foot 1 with perfect posture. His skin is lightly tanned which gives him a bit of a golden glow. His eyes are a pale grey that seem to either reflect only one emotion…that of anger. When he is angry those eyes seem to reflect rolling clouds of storms. He is well built, but lean. Muscles of an archer that can be hidden and let his opponents underestimate him. He is a lot stronger then he looks. His hair is rather interesting. The right, back and underneath the left sides of his head are all shaved at about 3 inches with the top of his hair falling to the left. His hair is a deep raven black with a stark white streak falling over his left eye. It is naturally this way so occasionally he will dye his hair to hide his identity. In his left ear is a silver hoop that seems to be soldered shut. His weight is around 180 with that being mostly muscle. He has a Russian accent that comes out when he is caught off guard or angry along with occasional Russian words slipping. He walks with an almost feline grace and makes little to no noise when walking. Lastly, his voice has a velvety softness to it, though is can become more harsh when he is upset.
Bio:
Vladimir remembers the Vikings. Remembers well because he was one himself. Though that did not last too long as he did not like some of the things Vikings did to the villages they took over. Under the cover of night he left them to seek out something different.
That something different came in the form of piracy. Not the traditionalist in any sense of the form he got a boat before he got a crew. It was a large boat that he fondly named the flying Dutchman. He spent a few days convincing members of other crews to join him with the promise of good treatment and plenty of gold. Many were persuaded by that and so began the travels of Captain Vlad.
This part of his life lasted the longest and gave him a fortune in stolen goods.
Upon chance, he stumbled upon a village that lured him there. Finding something appeasing about the sleepiness, he stayed and allowed his crew to part ways with him. (A good thing since the ship was shot down and never seen again) He met a woman who he fell in love with. They got married, though never had any children due to him being sterile. He was head over heels for her and did his best to make her happy especially with his inability to give her any children.
Life seemed great for a few years, until Vlad came home one day to find his wife dead. (He refuses to talk about the details) One thing lead to another and Vlad left the town covered in blood.
Much later, the IBI was created. Created and somehow he found himself in their clutches. To put it simply, it is not something he wishes to go through again and finds that he is happy to be out of there.
From that point on he hopped from place to place from job to job. From paid hit man to private eye and so many more. Now, he finds himself living in the US with a job as a bouncer and houses scattered throughout with basements full of treasure. Treasure that occasionally takes a piece or two to historical museums to make quick cash. So to the historical members, he is a treasure hunter.
He does not believe the IBI know much about him anymore, but why take the chance of not being careful again.
Personality: Vladimir is sarcastic to boot and a bit of a lone wolf. He is rather difficult to anger, but once he is angry he is hard to calm back down. Any speaking of the IBI or his wife cause him to go into silence.
Possessions:
-Vlad tends to wear t shirts of the heathered variety (usually grey though there are a few colors)
-He also wears button ups occasionally so some of those
-His pirate boots that are still in good condition (he swears they are comfortable even with the slight heel.)
-Tight jeans (of the darker variety)
-A dagger (with a fire crystal)
-A sword (With a lightning crystal)
-A rather old looking flip phone
Skills:
-Drinks rum like a fish (something about the taste…he doesn’t seem to really get drunk anymore)
-Sword skills (though he can fight dirty)
-Parkour
-His shooting skills are okay…not the best but he can hit a target.
-Smooth talker/silver tongue (He seems able to get out of many a difficult situation.)
Fast facts: (Interesting facts and such about your character. Fears, hobbies, favorite foods, mannerisms, and habits all belong here)
Fears:
Not much. He seems to have accepted what he is and he has already lost something he loves through a brutal way so…he doesn’t really care a lot and that comes through the way he acts.
Hobbies:
Wood carving-he finds it fun to see what a piece of wood becomes
Favorite food:
Rum
Tidbits:
Every once in awhile he goes to his secret basement and looks at a portrait of his wife. It seems he has never been able to get over it.
Deep down he has a capability to be sweet and loving…just got to get past those walls of his.
He does have a tendency to sleep with women. Being completely sterile has some advantages in that realm, though many a time he has had women accuse him of being the father of whatever child.
Though he has money and plenty of it, he does not flaunt it. All of his homes are moderately sized (he has many under different aliases so that he can hide wherever.) and his jobs are not ones that are expected of someone who is wealthy.
Also known as Vlad
Age: looks about 21
Appearance: (I tried to find a picture….no luck)
Vladimir is considered handsome. He has a form of male beauty that makes most women fall for him…and he uses that to his advantage. He stands at around 6 foot 1 with perfect posture. His skin is lightly tanned which gives him a bit of a golden glow. His eyes are a pale grey that seem to either reflect only one emotion…that of anger. When he is angry those eyes seem to reflect rolling clouds of storms. He is well built, but lean. Muscles of an archer that can be hidden and let his opponents underestimate him. He is a lot stronger then he looks. His hair is rather interesting. The right, back and underneath the left sides of his head are all shaved at about 3 inches with the top of his hair falling to the left. His hair is a deep raven black with a stark white streak falling over his left eye. It is naturally this way so occasionally he will dye his hair to hide his identity. In his left ear is a silver hoop that seems to be soldered shut. His weight is around 180 with that being mostly muscle. He has a Russian accent that comes out when he is caught off guard or angry along with occasional Russian words slipping. He walks with an almost feline grace and makes little to no noise when walking. Lastly, his voice has a velvety softness to it, though is can become more harsh when he is upset.
Bio:
Vladimir remembers the Vikings. Remembers well because he was one himself. Though that did not last too long as he did not like some of the things Vikings did to the villages they took over. Under the cover of night he left them to seek out something different.
That something different came in the form of piracy. Not the traditionalist in any sense of the form he got a boat before he got a crew. It was a large boat that he fondly named the flying Dutchman. He spent a few days convincing members of other crews to join him with the promise of good treatment and plenty of gold. Many were persuaded by that and so began the travels of Captain Vlad.
This part of his life lasted the longest and gave him a fortune in stolen goods.
Upon chance, he stumbled upon a village that lured him there. Finding something appeasing about the sleepiness, he stayed and allowed his crew to part ways with him. (A good thing since the ship was shot down and never seen again) He met a woman who he fell in love with. They got married, though never had any children due to him being sterile. He was head over heels for her and did his best to make her happy especially with his inability to give her any children.
Life seemed great for a few years, until Vlad came home one day to find his wife dead. (He refuses to talk about the details) One thing lead to another and Vlad left the town covered in blood.
Much later, the IBI was created. Created and somehow he found himself in their clutches. To put it simply, it is not something he wishes to go through again and finds that he is happy to be out of there.
From that point on he hopped from place to place from job to job. From paid hit man to private eye and so many more. Now, he finds himself living in the US with a job as a bouncer and houses scattered throughout with basements full of treasure. Treasure that occasionally takes a piece or two to historical museums to make quick cash. So to the historical members, he is a treasure hunter.
He does not believe the IBI know much about him anymore, but why take the chance of not being careful again.
Personality: Vladimir is sarcastic to boot and a bit of a lone wolf. He is rather difficult to anger, but once he is angry he is hard to calm back down. Any speaking of the IBI or his wife cause him to go into silence.
Possessions:
-Vlad tends to wear t shirts of the heathered variety (usually grey though there are a few colors)
-He also wears button ups occasionally so some of those
-His pirate boots that are still in good condition (he swears they are comfortable even with the slight heel.)
-Tight jeans (of the darker variety)
-A dagger (with a fire crystal)
-A sword (With a lightning crystal)
-A rather old looking flip phone
Skills:
-Drinks rum like a fish (something about the taste…he doesn’t seem to really get drunk anymore)
-Sword skills (though he can fight dirty)
-Parkour
-His shooting skills are okay…not the best but he can hit a target.
-Smooth talker/silver tongue (He seems able to get out of many a difficult situation.)
Fast facts: (Interesting facts and such about your character. Fears, hobbies, favorite foods, mannerisms, and habits all belong here)
Fears:
Not much. He seems to have accepted what he is and he has already lost something he loves through a brutal way so…he doesn’t really care a lot and that comes through the way he acts.
Hobbies:
Wood carving-he finds it fun to see what a piece of wood becomes
Favorite food:
Rum
Tidbits:
Every once in awhile he goes to his secret basement and looks at a portrait of his wife. It seems he has never been able to get over it.
Deep down he has a capability to be sweet and loving…just got to get past those walls of his.
He does have a tendency to sleep with women. Being completely sterile has some advantages in that realm, though many a time he has had women accuse him of being the father of whatever child.
Though he has money and plenty of it, he does not flaunt it. All of his homes are moderately sized (he has many under different aliases so that he can hide wherever.) and his jobs are not ones that are expected of someone who is wealthy.
Orianna the Nymph
Name
Orianna
Age
Mid-twenties
Appearance
Ori is a petite woman, standing at a mere 5'2" with a meager 127 pounds of weight on her bones. She favors wearing her curly blonde hair in disarray around her face, visually chaotic but actually well taken care of. Her pale tresses clash dramatically with her ice blue gaze.
Bio
Orianna has a notoriously bad memory and the ones from the earliest parts of her life are more common to appear to her in bits and pieces of her dreams. Most of the time, she remembers large fields and laughter... Happiness.. Over the years she has pieced together that she belonged to a prominent farm family, providing the majority of grain to a noble house in England.
Her family name is still unknown to her. Ori has also been unable to locate any of her blood line, curious as to why they were not also immortals.
Personality
Ori is a cheerful sort, always looking for the silver lining of any situation. This does not mean that she is immune to emotion, only that she has perfected hiding behind a mask. She is perhaps too trusting, befriending total strangers almost immediately.
Possessions
- 4 Earth Vestis Crystals
- A field Scythe for harvesting
- Various articles of "hippie" clothing, mostly in varying shades of tan
- Barely any money
- An optimistic attitude
Skills
Ori has perfected her ability to live off of the land, learning what plants are native to certain regions, which are harmful and which are helpful. She has learned through practice, trial & error and reading books. She lacks any real combat skills against other humans but, is quite masterful in hunting. She is quite literally a hippie and is always striving to find the love and peace in any situation.
Fast facts
While not a true Nymph, Ori has always surrounded herself with nature, preferring to live off of the land than the modern luxuries of the world. As time has shifted, she has adapted 'tiny living', minimizing her carbon footprint and growing her own food. She is not opposed to eating meat but, will not go out of her way to purchase it preferring to instead hunt for her meals.
The mysterious letter did not cause Ori any initial discomfort until she saw the check. Packing her bags, she has set out on bike to this occasion to return the money to this 'Oskar'.
Contrary to popular belief, she does in fact own a cell phone.
Spoiledmilk
Member
Seen
6 yrs ago
Name: Acadia. (First given name she remembers is Qar, which she has held on to since 2000B.C)
Age: Appears to be in her late twenties.
Appearance:
135 pounds, 5'6" tall
Bio: Acadias' first memories are quite recent, from about year 500. Prior to this She'd been trying for thousands of years to end her life, ending in tieing herself to the bottom of the ocean where she stayed for 800 years until she rose to the top, barely anything left of her body. Within the next day her body was fully intact again and she found herself washed up on shore in Brazil. Her exact first memory is the memory of walking throught he Brazilian jungle for days until she met a member of a local tribe whom she was introduced to. Looking nothing like the people around she was held captive and tortured for witchcraft in an attempt of taking her life. She ended up finally being able to escape. For decades she reminded unheard of and unrecognized.
Today Acadia is a secretary for a small law firm in New York Focusing on small cases such as divorce and child custody. She's pretty much anonymous, in an anonymous work. She doesn't have family nor does she have any friends but a fat lazy cat named Charlie. She's in fact on her eight Charlie. She lives in a small apartment a couple of blocks away from her workplace, and she follows the same strict pattern every single day. Waking up at 6:30 AM, grabbing a scone and a coffee from the bakery downstairs and then go to work. After work she drops by a Chinese take-away place and orders the same dish every day. This pattern has only changed every 10 years when she finds a new job, in a new town, under a new name.
Personality: Acadia is a numb, boring person. After her uncountable suicidal attempts and time spend trying to not exist she's ended up a human-like robot. She's completely indifferent to everything. She avoids contact with other people, but isn't really shy.
She hasn't really held any emotions, not that she'd know how to handle them if they occurred.
Possessions:
- She's quite rich, from working for several lifetimes without spending much money at all.
- Her fat cat, Charlie the 8th
- A journal.
Skills:
- She's great at disappearing, changing her identity and hiding her tracks.
- Has an insane stamina and pain tolerance.
Fast facts:
- Didn't know about other immortals.
- Has never been with anyone romantically.
- Consumes the same meals every day for 10 years before changing her ways.
- Is a chain smoker. (Can't kill her! )
Age: Appears to be in her late twenties.
Appearance:
135 pounds, 5'6" tall
Bio: Acadias' first memories are quite recent, from about year 500. Prior to this She'd been trying for thousands of years to end her life, ending in tieing herself to the bottom of the ocean where she stayed for 800 years until she rose to the top, barely anything left of her body. Within the next day her body was fully intact again and she found herself washed up on shore in Brazil. Her exact first memory is the memory of walking throught he Brazilian jungle for days until she met a member of a local tribe whom she was introduced to. Looking nothing like the people around she was held captive and tortured for witchcraft in an attempt of taking her life. She ended up finally being able to escape. For decades she reminded unheard of and unrecognized.
Today Acadia is a secretary for a small law firm in New York Focusing on small cases such as divorce and child custody. She's pretty much anonymous, in an anonymous work. She doesn't have family nor does she have any friends but a fat lazy cat named Charlie. She's in fact on her eight Charlie. She lives in a small apartment a couple of blocks away from her workplace, and she follows the same strict pattern every single day. Waking up at 6:30 AM, grabbing a scone and a coffee from the bakery downstairs and then go to work. After work she drops by a Chinese take-away place and orders the same dish every day. This pattern has only changed every 10 years when she finds a new job, in a new town, under a new name.
Personality: Acadia is a numb, boring person. After her uncountable suicidal attempts and time spend trying to not exist she's ended up a human-like robot. She's completely indifferent to everything. She avoids contact with other people, but isn't really shy.
She hasn't really held any emotions, not that she'd know how to handle them if they occurred.
Possessions:
- She's quite rich, from working for several lifetimes without spending much money at all.
- Her fat cat, Charlie the 8th
- A journal.
Skills:
- She's great at disappearing, changing her identity and hiding her tracks.
- Has an insane stamina and pain tolerance.
Fast facts:
- Didn't know about other immortals.
- Has never been with anyone romantically.
- Consumes the same meals every day for 10 years before changing her ways.
- Is a chain smoker. (Can't kill her! )
Wick Drama Writer Extraordinaire
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
I'm out.
Name: Reed
Age: Mid-40's-to-50's
Appearance: Minus the medkit and gun.
Bio: For the past thirty or so years, Reed has done nothing of any real importance. He sleeps most of the day, watches TV when he's awake and typically spends most of his time out of his small, studio apartment either bowling or playing the bowling alley's nearby arcade games. His earliest memory is of Rome burning while he walked away. He has no idea if he had any hand in the event or what he was even doing there, but his long life involved travelling from land to land. He remembers fighting as a soldier for countless armies in numerous wars, working as a blacksmith, a stable-hand, a farmer, a rancher, a bartender, a bodyguard, an assassin, a merchant, a chimney sweep, an electrician, a mechanic, a teacher, a babysitter, a boxer, painter, a carpenter, a builder, a bricklayer... The list goes on and on. He remembers fighting on the docks of Nihon as one of the first Caucasian visitors to the Land of the Rising Sun. What he doesn't remember is when he stopped caring.
Personality: Reed seems anti-social to say the least. He rarely speaks and when he does he shows very little interest in the conversation, as if he has places he would rather be and things he would rather be doing, which is exactly how he feels.
Possessions: His day to day clothes as well as a sizable crate full of valuable items, treasures, trinkets, relics and artifacts he has collected throughout history.
Skills: Reed is a Jack-of-all-trades and a master of some. He's a skilled fighter in various styles of hand-to-had combat as well as with swords and other melee weapons. He's proficient with firearms but shows little interest in them overall. He's quite well read, fluent in multiple language, both dead tongues and those used today. He is knowledgeable enough in terms of electronics, mechanics, carpentry and other forms of construction and repair that he rarely needs to rely on others for help.
Fast facts: Reed doesn't fear anything. He's learned long ago that he cannot be killed by anything, so he's not particular concerned by any "dangers". He's had enough experience in combat that while he still feels pain, he's long since learned to push through it and focus past it. His has no particular favourite food and stopped caring about music long ago.
Age: Mid-40's-to-50's
Appearance: Minus the medkit and gun.
Bio: For the past thirty or so years, Reed has done nothing of any real importance. He sleeps most of the day, watches TV when he's awake and typically spends most of his time out of his small, studio apartment either bowling or playing the bowling alley's nearby arcade games. His earliest memory is of Rome burning while he walked away. He has no idea if he had any hand in the event or what he was even doing there, but his long life involved travelling from land to land. He remembers fighting as a soldier for countless armies in numerous wars, working as a blacksmith, a stable-hand, a farmer, a rancher, a bartender, a bodyguard, an assassin, a merchant, a chimney sweep, an electrician, a mechanic, a teacher, a babysitter, a boxer, painter, a carpenter, a builder, a bricklayer... The list goes on and on. He remembers fighting on the docks of Nihon as one of the first Caucasian visitors to the Land of the Rising Sun. What he doesn't remember is when he stopped caring.
Personality: Reed seems anti-social to say the least. He rarely speaks and when he does he shows very little interest in the conversation, as if he has places he would rather be and things he would rather be doing, which is exactly how he feels.
Possessions: His day to day clothes as well as a sizable crate full of valuable items, treasures, trinkets, relics and artifacts he has collected throughout history.
Skills: Reed is a Jack-of-all-trades and a master of some. He's a skilled fighter in various styles of hand-to-had combat as well as with swords and other melee weapons. He's proficient with firearms but shows little interest in them overall. He's quite well read, fluent in multiple language, both dead tongues and those used today. He is knowledgeable enough in terms of electronics, mechanics, carpentry and other forms of construction and repair that he rarely needs to rely on others for help.
Fast facts: Reed doesn't fear anything. He's learned long ago that he cannot be killed by anything, so he's not particular concerned by any "dangers". He's had enough experience in combat that while he still feels pain, he's long since learned to push through it and focus past it. His has no particular favourite food and stopped caring about music long ago.
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