RICHARD KIRCHOFF


"Why fight when i can manipulate my way out of a fight"

Richard has dark brow hair with dark green eyes where some would compare them to eyes like a hungry cat,Standing at about 5'5 and weighing 172 pounds of mostly fat since he does not get much exercise and he also because he hates it. His hair is styled in a buzz cut along with his freshly shaven face which he shaves every three or four days.

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Rich or Poor?: Richard is a very rich

Power Descriptions: Richard has the power to plant bombs on objects and if they touch said object and Richard detonate it then they will explode along with the item.

Skills: Richard is skilled with computers and especially with hacking, And also he is quite skilled in hiding and setting up traps in cause people try to come after him.

Personality: Richard is a cowardly man and also selfish only thinking of himself and what will benefit him, He is quite arrogant and will think less of other thinking himself of being a god among his peers around him.He is also quite sarcastic always making fun of others but is also quite a scary cat and a coward trying to find any excuse to no do anything that could annoy him.

Biography: Richard is always looking looking for his kicks form either messing with people or belitting them and coming form a rich family he is always looking for something or someone to help him become more rich or powerful then he currently is.

Likes: Cats,Fast Food,Woman, and Money

Dislikes: Dogs, Annoying people,Weak People, Poor People, and hates beer

Fears: Being poor

Weaknesses: is not strong or fast

Other: Nope

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26wrvblgGP0

Name: Jazmine (no family name)



Age:Frozen at 17

Gender:Female

Race: A human girl who has been turned into a vampire.

Weapons(s): A silver cane, known as Leonidas, ending in a lions head, which also serves as a sheath for a hidden
sword made of blessed steel. The cane had been given to a high ranking knight named Artorius, after he retired
from service, as a gift from a bishop in honour of his years of service and the amount of undead he had slain,
however after an encounter with Jazmine in which he kicked her into the snow and called her scum, she had decided
that the cane would look much better in her hands, she broke into his estate in the night and murdered him in his
sleep with the very weapon she had come to steal, before making off with various fine garments and valuables,
including her second weapon an enchanted golden pocket watch, this watch has the power to return to its owner from
wherever it lands and is strung on an unbreakable chain which can increase or decrease in length as well as turn
razor sharp upon its owners command. She also possesses the trademark vampire weapons of retractable claws and fangs.

Abilities/Powers: She possesses greatly increased strength, stamina, agility and an enhanced healing factor as a
result off her Vampirism. She also has a Insanity Form, where her mind is clouded by darkness and her personality
changes but she gains control of nearby shadows, being able to turn them solid and direct them as she pleases, it
is yet unclear why this happens, as she has no memories of the event.

Talent(s): After years spent on the run and being hunted, jazmine has learned the skills of a master thief, she can
blend in with the background, move silently and pick pockets or locks with ease. She can also tailor her own
clothes and carry out repairs with a bare minimum of supplies, she does not often make garments for others though
as she is not confident in her work.

Personality: Her cold exterior and passive-aggressive mannerisms hide a lonely soul, crying out for a friend or
comrade, it is not easy to gain her trust or have her open up to you but once she places faith in someone she
would do anything for them. She is also very forgetful and tends to daydream and get distracted easily, also
despite her natural balance and agility while shes concentrating, the majority of the time she is more than a
little clumsy.

Biography: She woke up lying on a riverbank some years ago (she doesnt bother keeping track of time), with no memory
and injuries that should have been lethal, but as she passed in and out of concsiousness, she noticed how quickly her
injuries were knitting themselves back together, without leaving so much as a scar. Once her wounds were fully healed
and she had regained the strength to stand and walk she noticed a burning sensation that seemed not to be hunger, thirst
or lust but a combination of the three. She wandered through the wilderness clutching the tattered remains of her
clothes around herself until she ran into a woodsman out cutting lumber. He took her back to his cabin and fed her,
bathed her and gave her clean clothes but this didnt satisfy her burning hunger. In the night she lost control and
killed him, draining his blood. Early on in her vampire days, she had trouble killing humans and would cry herself
to sleep more nights than not. But as time passed she came to view herself as seperate from the humans that feared
and despised and found it easier and easier to justify killing them for food, profit or simply pleasure. She spent
years honing her fighting skills whilst trying to avoid or kill any bounty hunters that came after her.

Extras: Jazmine is short and slim, at 5"3' and weighing only 47kgs. She has waist length silver hair, sometimes held in an
elegant bun, with one of a number of extravagant pins that she has stolen over the years. She has eyes that range from a
deep blood red around the outside of the iris before shifting through hues to a bright crimson around the pupil. Her eyes
turn purple with shadowy black swirls coursing through them when she enters her Insanity form. She generally dresses in
fine dresses while around her house, but while she is out she can be seen in a tight fit, blue, black or red waistcoat
with long coat-tails that reach her ankles, embroidered with elegant and detailed patterns in gold, white or black thread
respectively, tight white linen pants, a tight fit tailored white blouse beneath the waistcoat, high black or brown leather
boots and black or white kid leather gloves with more embroidery. She will always be wearing a necklace and some combination
of rings and bracelets, although she wears only a sparse amount of jewellery at a time. She also has three piercings in the
bottom of each ear and two at the top, as well as one in the left side of her nose.

Age:
76 years young

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Sellsword, currently.

Wealth:
Average

Skills:
Wields a massive axe and mace with both hands in combat, and has the stamina to withstand the wear and tear of combat for almost several days at a time.

Personality:
Always in the mood to drink like a fish or smash a few skulls, Gwevyl loves the midst of combat and wouldn't know what to do with himself otherwise - unless, of course, he's in a tavern somewhere, drinking up anything that could have the potential of getting him drunk. You can always find him if in need of some comic relief, or if you need a couple of cave trolls slain.

Biography:
Born and raised deep in the mountains of the east, trained to fight when he was still a boy and learned to drink like a fish when he found his first mead bottle, Gwevyl was the epitome of the Dwarven warriors the human peasants in the lowlands heard about. He spent most of his youth aiding his father with crushing any goblins that were able to slink into their food supplies or gnabbed a coin from their mountains of gold. He soon grew tired of this life, however, hearing of the conquests that Men made far to the north, and quickly set forth to great cities to sell his blunt and blade to any caravans or armies that needed a true Dwarven battlemaster. It wouldn't be long after he was done adventuring that he would come stumbling into a tavern in a small settlement, drinking up all the booze and exciting the local patrons with great song and spirits that he learned deep in his rocky native lands.

Likes:
When his belly is full of liquor and when his axe and mace are breaking open a goblin's skull.

Dislikes:
Being sober; when his axe isn't sharp; and seeing a living goblin.

Fears:
The undead, or ghouls of similar likeness.

Weaknesses:
His short and fat stature makes him slow and stiff, but he makes up for it with his brute ferocity in the field of battle.

Name: Pholus "Fantastic" Ranson
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

5'7". around 154 lbs.
However, he is usually found wearing very light armor that covers his chest and upper legs. His actual medium/heavy armor is only found at his gauntlets and boots.
His hair is a dark shade of blue with matching blue eyes. To compliment the looks, his entire uniform is blue; preferring to wear as little armor as much as possible due to his gadgets.
Personality:
Pholus much prefers joking around and making a few pranks happen instead of doing tedious work that he would believe is pointless (such as normal sword-swinging training). Another trait is Pholus's preference of using diplomacy or his head instead of trying to use his blade. His gadgets are made for various tricks such as smoke bombs or even a few medicinal herbs to quickly treat a wound of sorts. Finally, his value for loyalty. Despite being a constant trickster, he isn't an idiot when accepting the blame and prefers to trust his own allies over his own talents.
Brief Backstory: Pholus never knew his parents and lived a good portion of his life as a scavenger in the city of Meridian. Luck seemed to find him when a wise inventor managed to find Pholus in a fight with several street thugs. The inventor managed to intrigued Pholus due to how the inventor solved the problem just by throwing a few smoke bombs at the thugs faces. The two grew a bond over time as father and son. As Pholus grew, he learned of his adopted father's past of wanting to be a knight for the Iron Rose Knights but never was able to gain enough skill in sword fighting. Pholus, decided to fulfill his master's wish, trained each day; trying to learn the way of the blade but mostly invested time into combining the skillset of an inventor with the skillset of a knight. Now, at the age of adulthood, Pholus leaves his master with a somewhat heavy heart...willing to defend the people of the land and become a proud Iron Rose Knight.
Equipment: His vest has a small pack that has all sorts of trinkets inside. From small smoke bombs to medicinal herbs, to even a few small extra small daggers, some may even consider him a hoarder. His gauntlets are quite thick but when he forms certain hand gestures, certain gadgets activate: a small mini-crossbow (not really damage but more for sure shots), a few small explosives (mostly for distractions or making fire), and one lethal dart in each hand. His boots can be pulled in certain angles with a few straps on the side to form spikes at the bottom. Usually when he can bring extra gear and tools in his backpack, it's mostly to resupply his gauntlets or pouch. Though he would bring a grapple hook attached to rope for an emergency inside it as well.
Skills:
Sword Talents: His sword-fighting skills are on sub-par with normal street thugs...but anymore than that is nowhere near a legitimate fighter with the blade. To make up for this, his gadgets found in his gauntlets or his accuracy with the other tools under his vest aid in fighting. However, he much prefers being a distraction and quick strikes instead of a long drawn out battle. This leads to his evasive skills, somewhat fast reflexes, and agility. The two major blades he has, a paralysis poisoned Rapier that has an emergency launch the blade feature and a sword in between a gladius, longsword, and greatsword that is openable and releases caltrops.
Crafter: Name, and he can most likely make it. However, his talent in herbs and such isn't his best; only able to make smaller cures to poisons and wounds. Not really fond of legit medical information. His skill in art is much better and helps in forging, copying images, or really anything that involves writing. The best talent he has is crafting either weapons, tools, or gadgets. Tinkering life he was brought up with, and tinkering every tool he has is what he does.