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Leo Visosky [+]

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NAME : Leo Visosky
AGE : 19
GENDER : Male
SEXUALITY : Heterosexual
CLASS : Trickster/Rogue

WEAPON(S) :
⌲ knives + daggers
Having wandered around alone for so long, Leo has amassed an impressive collection of these small but practical weapons. He seems to have an endless supply of these things, with which he arms himself in fights. Who knows where he keeps all of them hidden?
⌲ sleight of hand
Leo developed this skill through years of having to provide for himself through stealing and pickpocketing. It's become a hobby of sorts for him - he likes to challenge himself to steal from all sorts of targets.

HISTORY :
Leo had always been a prideful, arrogant little boy. He was the oldest of 6 children, and he quickly realized that if he couldn't stand out, his parents would - well - forget about him. He found a knack of getting in trouble, and became known throughout the town for causing mischief. Contrary to his intentions, his parents sent him off to boarding school, and that was that.

After a few years had passed without any message from his family, he returned to the town... and discovered that they had moved away the year before. They had forgotten about him.

Too proud to try to go after them, he decided to travel the world on his own.

PERSONAL TRINKETS :
⌲ a locket
Leo is never seen without a locket around his neck. It contains a picture of a pretty-looking girl - a sister, or a girlfriend perhaps? Either way, she seems to be very important to him.

OTHER :
⌲ pretty face
Leo's a pretty cute guy, and he definitely knows it. A hobby of his is using that pretty face of his to "get" as many women as he can, with each one inflating his ego a little bit more. It doesn't help that he usually succeeds.

Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale [+]

Dr. Thomas Arthur Rudhale

Age: 25
Race: Birdfolk (Ibis)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Class: Plague Doctor/Occultist

Appearance:

Dr. Rudhale [+]

Weapon(s): A metal rod with wings at the tip, and a ceremonial silver dagger with a handle made of Holly.

Armor: A thick, woolen shawl draped over hardened leather hide. The mask and hat are leather wrapped in a gauze material.

Personal Trinkets:

- Rudhale's Thurible -


- Po, the Raven -


Short History:

Dr. Rudhale was raised in a traditionalist town far away from the throes of society. Houses and paths were paved in cobblestone. Windows were not of glass but of air, letting the pungent scent of horse dung from the street waft into all of the buildings around. All of the buildings around, in a gigantic circle, surrounded an ancient monolith. It was a fountain, older than the town itself, with etchings scratched into the stone moulding at the base. Written was a language once known but now forgotten. Nobody cleaned the fountain, yet its waters flowed pristine in blue. Nobody dared disturb the fountain. Not until the full moon.

A bell tolled from the northern edge of the ring of houses. 3 am called upon the people to gather in candlelight. They donned their masks, Dr. Rudhale remembered. They donned their robes and boots, shawls and wide brim hats. They stuffed herbs into the tips of mask beaks to guard from a rotting smell. It came from the fountain, and wafted through the open windows in the wall. They collected their censers hanging from chains. They dipped in flaming sticks and wandering smoke began to rise. Each smell was strong and unique to its owner, but none overpowered the rotting smell coming from the fountain. A mask was placed on Thomas' face, and a candle within his hands. They did not wander in leaving, striding towards the fountain.

The town collected around the fountain. Its waters shimmered black and silver against the moonlight, the blue having gone. They stood as their houses, as mushrooms in a fairy ring. A faint glow illuminated their silver candle sticks and brown, leather forms. Their beaks protruded from masks and shawls covered their ambiguous bodies. Uniform around the black fountain they stood, their incenses being overpowered by that rotting smell. So close now, at the bottom of the fountain, now rising. One, single candle blew out. The woman holding Thomas' hand caught her breath. Thomas could hear her muffled sobbing, and could see his father's blue, powerful eyes staring through the mask's windows. They were not glass but air, so that tears could strew forth from those blue eyes. A winged form the color of fountain water breached the surface. Liquid dripped onto cobblestone. It sauntered towards her.

It screamed. Not from a mouth, but the sound was already in the mind. People quaked, shivered, and collapsed. A silver dagger protruded from its knee, cascaded in a black bile. Blue, powerful eyes turned from the dagger and met Thomas'. Run. Thomas always did what he was told. He ran to his house around the ring and collected few things: a suitcase, a dagger, and a ceremonial rod. His mind screamed but he did not turn back. His village screamed but he did not turn back. The smell of rotting flesh became more faint with each step. Tears fell through windows.

Thomas ran for nearly a day until his legs collapsed. He pulled himself onto a stump, and sat there, watching green grass he'd never known. Something landed on Thomas' shoulder. He turned, facing his mask towards a raven that cocked its head back at him. "Hello, good day, love you," Po said. Thomas stared at its blue, powerful eyes as a choking sound came from his throat.

Dr. Rudhale wanders for many years and finds an estranged inn within the middle of a forest. He is familiar with forests, but never has he known a place to be so far away from society. Not since childhood. Curious, smoke fills the air around Dr. Rudhale and Po as they descend a hill toward the building.

Other:

The smoke and incense from Rudhale's thurible smells of earth and amaranth, unless otherwise specified. There is no way to identify Dr. Rudhale's race with the looseness and quantity of clothing he is wearing.

@Happy Go Lucky
Uh, how tall is your character? It's kinda hard to write interactions when I can't differentiate.

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Accepted, but this is a traditional fantasy role-play so he won't be wearing what's in the picture I hope. :L

@Whimsley Eslea was natural born; only her demon parent was summoned from a plain of hell

@Irisity Nicely, nicely! Accepted, welcome aboard feel free to post your characters in the characters section.

@DragonKingUk Cool characters, maybe class would be more suited as Legendary Creature? Feel free to post them in the character section. Accepted! Use one post for all characters please.