Alrighty, so: My idea for my character is a bandit who was recently forcibly coerced into joining the mercenary group to save his own hide. Is this feasible?

I am REALLY REALLY looking forward to this, so I hope my CS is acceptable. :)

Name: Vikas Tyr (Pronounced "Vick-as")

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Vikas is a man folks might call a rogue, a scoundrel, a bastard or a saint...depending on who those folks might be. The upper crust would see him hanged, the grit and grime of the lower classes would buy him a drink. One thing is for sure, not a single one among them would doubt his skill with a duelists blade.

Equipment:
A dueling sabre.


A belt containing throwing daggers and small smoke charges and firecrackers used primarily for distraction.


A fine lute.


Strengths: Vikas is a master duelist and swordsman, and has no qualms spilling blood. Years of slipping in and out of the under-warrens and through narrow alleyways has given him a knack for evasion and an almost anatomical knowledge of the city.

Weaknesses: Vikas is a slave to his vices. Drinking, gambling, fucking, dueling. Every activity has helped his rise to infamy, but also gotten him hurt and in a lot of trouble. In spite of the consequences, Vikas is unwilling to give up his leaf-in-the-wind lifestyle and is determined to carry on being generally unreliable and aloof.

Likes/Dislikes:

+Rowdy taverns
+Loose wenches
+The thrill of a duel

-Nobility
-Religion
-The war

History: Vikas Tyr was born into the slums of Alber to parents of little note who gave him up for two loaves of bread and a basket of half rotten tomatoes. As an orphaned urchin, he changed hands many times until he was twelve and he found a steady home and work in a dingy tavern down by the docks. Until he was eighteen he worked the floor, learning who all of the big names in the underworld were and gaining many useful skills from them. Notably, the wielding of a blade, the vital points to strike on a man to ensure certain (though not always quick) death, sleight of hand and how to play the lute.
Somewhere along the line, he became involved in illegal underground duels and quickly earned a reputation.
Was he good? He is alive to greet his thirties with open arms. The same cannot be said for any of his opponents.

When the war broke out, the underworld became fragmented and the duels were abruptly discontinued. The old tavern where he had worked and lived for much of his adolescence was burned to the ground in a brawl between patrons and soldiers and the old owner (perhaps the only man Vikas could consider a parent) was killed in the blaze. Knowing no justice would be found from the constabulary and with his primary source of income and housing gone, Vikas followed the rumor trail to a group of Mercenaries of sorts who came together shortly after the declaration of war. Having nowhere better to turn, Vikas insinuated himself into their ranks and provides his services as something of a spy and occasional assassin.

@Gelatinous Cube cool character!

@ROADWARRIOR Thank you very much. I've actually had this character for about six or seven years (perhaps more, I can't quite remember) so he's gone through a fair bit of refinement, but I've never been able to find a story with enough resilience to be able to get the most use out of him.
I have a good feeling about this one though! :D

@Gelatinous Cube Oh nice, so Vikas has been around for quite some time. I'm fairly new to RPing and hope to have a character around for that long.

@ROADWARRIOR

Other races are not allowed, sorry. You can make small factions and such, though. Nothing that would contend the throne, however.

@MacDuffy

Ehh...pushing the line a bit, but that could work.

@Gelatinous Cube

Looks fine.

@Vocab

Seems alright. Please be aware that even in this setting, very little of those things in the last paragraph actually existed.

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And as for future reference everyone, please do NOT put your character up on the char tab until both myself and @Salrynn have approved it. That includes the people i just have mentioned.

@Vulkan I know they don't exist. I did say I'd be making a priest with Psychosis ^~^

Personality:
If you were to put Kai in a tavern mixed with every race imaginable, he would respond to the situation the only way he knows how… A lot of drinks to brake the ice and some catchy show-toons! Kai loves the adventure of the chase, preferring to win others over through his own ability and boyish innocence.
Although, put him in the same situation, but this time lets say things go a little south. Then it’s a good thing the beer is cheap. Preferring actions over words, Ale over wine and having the chance to prove that they didn’t nickname him after dragons for nothing.

Weaknesses
Though he has the outward appearance of confidence and a Can Do attitude, just like caterpillars, there is more to meet the eye. His personality is more of a Fake It Till You Make It, look on life. Underneath, he is unsatisfied with his own abilities and constantly second guesses himself. He tries so hard for those around him, all in a vain attempt to satisfy the severe judgment he places on his own strength; this inner conflict tends to lead him on the most dangerous path possible.

History:

Born on December 22, Kai came from a family of merchants. His father and mother both sold bows and hunting equipment at the local market. The living was not one of luxury; although, it was never about the money. He also had an older brother, Kane; and a younger sister, Elestra. They were both extraordinarily talented, each in there own way. Elestra was born with a psionic aptitude far exceeding any member of the family for generations. Kane, though he had partial training, was already on the fast track to becoming one of the empires brightest wizard prospects. Both of his siblings were on a path to prestige and fame, one would never have guessed they came from such a low standing. His parents were so proud of them, they would boast to the entire town about they’re achievements. However, Kai was not so fortunate.
Kai was not such a wretch that he would despise his sibling’s success; on the contrary, he loved his siblings as much as he always had. At the age of ten however, there did stem disappointment when the realization dawned on the family that he had no aptitude of his own. He was as average a human as the next guy. Although a little jarring, he refused to let this slow him down. Kai was not the kind of person to let others down, regardless of the circumstance. He simply had to find his own path. This was the spark that set off his journey, a path that would lead him to Goru.
A wondering wise man with a fist of iron and chest of steel, Goru was a mountain of a man who knew exactly how to throw his weight around. After wandering through Kai’s village, the two met after an incident involving a few village girls and a gust of wind. After both had run far beyond the edge of town they struck a conversation. Kai soon found that this man’s looks were not merely for show. A few failed attempts later and Goru agreed to train Kai, for his conviction and (rather annoying) persistence. He left that night with his bags packed, leaving only a note that read “I’ll be back soon-Kai”.
For the next three years Kai trained under the teachings of Goru. Day and night he worked hard, training both his muscles and his mind for the sake of martial arts. His master’s teachings were harsh; ranging from high altitude endurance training, while carrying his body weight in rocks, to swimming in a lake full of dire sharks and trying his best not to end his journey shorter then expected. On his birthday of the third year, Goru decided to throw him into a fighting ring.
His adventure in the fighting ring was, well, a disaster. For six months Kai couldn’t so much as scratch his opponent. He was doing everything in his power to simply stay standing by the time the final bell rang. The losses during this time were starting to affect him emotionally and mentally. Doubt plagued him, the image of him watching his opponent’s hand getting raised burned itself into his memory. Goru never consoled him, not once did he slip up in his steel persona during Kai’s time in the ring. He knew why, he knew exactly why Goru would never comfort him now (however badly he yearned for it after each fight). He had to find his own way, to trust in his own power and overcome the challenge that lay before him.
Some days felt like months, yet some months felt like days. He spent so much time in the ring he had forgotten how much time had passed. His drive to become stronger, and overcome, was insatiable. Training was held every morning and fights were held every night. He had not won a fight, he wasn’t strong enough, not yet. With each fight, Kai saw himself grow a little faster, a little more patient. He watched as his punches hit a little harder, his motions felt more natural, and his movements more accurate. Then the day finally came, his last fight was upon him.
That morning, Goru told him that if he lost one more fight he would be sent back home. Anxiety hit him like a tidal-wave; he spent most of the day in the bathroom trying to calm his nerves. He didn’t leave until the final moments before the match. Finally, it was time to prove something, to show himself what he could really do. He stepped into the ring and sat on the stool in his corner, staring at his hands while sweat dripped down his face.
Suddenly a flash of yellow bright light hit him, his body relaxed as a warm feeling flooded him. “The hell was that?” he thought, just as the announcer began his pre-match speech.
Kai’s opponent was fast, faster than he was. He was barely dodging the flurry of kicks the man was producing. The first round ended with Kai down ten points, he needed to be on the offensive. The bell rang and he sprang into action, delivering his own kicks before switching to hooks and elbows. His opponent seemed to be out of his depth when it came to close combat but he was no amateur either, with a feint to the left Kai caught a right knee to the chest, which sent him staggering backward. Suddenly, the flurry of kicks resumed and Kai was back on the defensive, but this time was different, the hit had dazed him and left him breathless. With his vision blurred, he caught a heel to his ribcage and felt a sudden snap as it broke. As Kai reeled in pain, his opponent delivered a spinning side kick to his head. Kai tried to duck, but he was too slow, the man’s shin clipped the edge of his head. The force of the kick sent his head spinning, he could hardly stand. Although it only grazed him, Kai fell to his knees and vomited over the edge of the ring.
Then, the spark of light appeared again but this time it was more intense. He barely had time to cover his eyes before; once again, it was gone. The warm fuzzy feeling had returned, his mind cleared, then suddenly a women’s voice sang in his head, “Boy of challenge and strife, rise above the tide and reach the land for which was promised to you.” Then it vanished. He attempted to stand, using the rope around the ring for assistance to climb to his feet. The pain was still present, but it was now a distant feeling. He felt as though he was in a bubble that was being pounded by a waterfall. No sooner did the announcer resume the match, than did the flurry of kicks return. This time, Kai noticed a subtle change in motions. Before, he was dodging and blocking his opponent through instinct, relying on his training to predict where the next attack would hit. Now, however, he could actually see the motions of his attacker. The deep yet controlled breathing; the joints moving effortlessly as he switched from one foot to the other; that he leaned farther with his right kick than his left; how his balance shifted farther backward when he used his right leg. Using this knowledge, Kai waited patiently for the next right kick, then slid past his opponent and moved in to strike! Delivering a right hook to the man’s pelvis before he could recover, he heard a loud crack as his opponent’s leg went limp. The man attempted to assume a defensive stance, but he was too slow, Kai was already mid-attack as he spun and delivered a left handed back swing. It connected with the man’s temple, causing him to drop his guard long enough for Kai to raise his leg and deliver a kick straight up, connecting with his jaw. The man fell in slow motion, the crowd was stuck in silent awe before erupting into hysteric screams and cheering, applause flooded the fighting grounds. As the match came to a close, so did the feeling that had come over Kai, causing him to collapse in pain and exhaustion. Goru rushed to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder,
“Goru I saw a-“
“I am aware,” he told his pupil proudly as a toothy grin spread across his face,
“I knew you were the one.”
“The one what?” Kai’s head was starting to spin once more and his vision began to blur.
“The gods have big plans for you my boy, big plans.” Was all Kai heard before darkness took over him.
Not long after that, Goru and Kai went their separate ways. Although Kai protested heavily, Goru said he had taught him everything he could, that Kai now had to continue growing, and learn on his own, in his own way. Kai couldn’t comprehend that he had reached a level that was out of Goru’s ability. There had to be another reason, maybe he had done something wrong, disappointing Goru in some way. The pride of his first victory in the ring was quickly drowned out by the thought that, out of thousands, this was his only win, that perhaps this was why Goru was abandoning him.
He remained in the fight ring long after Goru had left him. He was lost, with no real destination to go. He couldn't go back to his home, not yet anyway. He had to become something his family could be proud of, that he could be proud of. The voice and light never came to him during this time, Kai started to believe it was just a hallucination; A hallucination that was brought on by loss of blood and brain damage. By the time he left town to search for his own way, Kai had won a total of twelve matches out of eleven hundred and thirteen. It was not the amount of victories that earned him the name “Keiser,” it was his tenacity, steel will, and ability to get up- no matter how many times he was knocked down- that garnered their respect.

Inventory:

4 silver
1 Quarter staff
5 shuriken
2 days rations
1 bedroll
1 torch

Abilties

Martial Prowess: An adept understanding off multiple forms of martial arts, including Taekwondo, Boxing, Wrestling, Street fighting, Judo, Muay Thai, Karate, and Kenpo
Iron Will: An over average ability to resist mind effecting abilities. These would include, Fear, Mind-Control, Illusions and charms.
Furry Of Blows: The ability to gather energy and release it in a sudden burst of speed. This speed is directed through punching or kicking faster than the average human.
Divine Inspiration: At a random moment in a time of great struggle, His body becomes numb with power. His movement speed, strength and stamina increase exponentially for a short period of time. The after-effect of this ability leaves him weak and only allows non-extraneous actions or fall unconscious.

Completed, more or less.

@thesquish

Thats...pushing things a bit mate. His family wouldnt really have "Psionic aptitude", or be trained in magic. Thats stuff you learn alongside various other scholarly duties, and even then, its not quite as cut and dried.

That whole training montage thing sounds a bit...off as well. As does the hallucination allowing him to win, and those abilities.

Hes a normal human, really good with martial arts maybe, but nothing beyond what a skilled martial artist would be able to do irl.

@tex

Looks good.

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Bear in mind all, this is medieval, so life expectancy isnt too high. You can make young characters if you want.

Will be pausing my involvement in the RP for a few weeks to a month; already talked this out with Vulkan. Sorry about this.

Save me now

Hider [+]

Name: Clarissa Johnson
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Her [+]

Clarissa most certainly gives out that she has grown up in a more mature background, having the features of an elegant lady, long blonde hair, rosy lips and green eyes that seem to dwindle with every turn and movement she makes. To help her hair being much less of an issue on the battlefield, she has some of her hair up in a bun with the rest trailing down to her bottom.

All in all, Clarissa seems to be a dainty young lady with a slight hourglass figure which is personified by the type of plate she wears on her upper body. She does show some skin, but it doesn't stop her from protecting her vital organs.
Personality:
Observant - Clarissa finds this a very good skill to have and so uses it often when on and off the battlefield, picking up the weakest targets and using it to her advantage to however she sees fit. It is also good in case she is in meetings or when she sees someone upset.

Quiet - Clarissa doesn't feel the need to speak so often, just getting everything over and done with is how it should go. If she needs to talk, then she will do so, but apart from that, she will keep herself quiet.

Calm - Clarissa is a typically calm person, nothing much can really anger the young woman, nor will she allow anything to do so unless something happens that can really tick her off.

Tomboy/Girly - Clarissa isn't the type of girl to be full frontal girly. But she isn't a full tomboy either, she is a mix as she enjoys girly stuff and boyish stuff. This makes her a bit of a hybrid since she enjoys to do a lot of things.
Equipment:
Clarissa has quite a few things in her possession that can be quite useful on and off the battlefield. For one, Clarissa carries a beautiful claymore around with her that she keeps quite close with her at all times.

On her body, is her armour, her armour is a metal plate that covers the vital parts of her upper body, this is also covering the upper part of the dress, while her blue dress shows off the moment the metal plate cuts off and spans out at the a-line. Her gloves are also made of metal plating.

Carrying around with her, is a needle and some various different colours of thread that she can use on and off the battlefield to make small amends to certain armour etc. She cannot forge, but she can sew (How handy)
Strengths:
Sewing/tailoring - Clarissa used to work as a servant, and so skills such as cooking and cleaning were heavily used, there is one skill that Clarissa uses all the time however, and that is the ability to sew and fix clothes, she now uses it as a regular skill and adores fixing clothes.

Sword fighting - Clarissa swordplays as a hobby and enjoys it, making sword fighting a strength as she shows off just how talented she can be.

Her status - Clarissa is actually a lady in waiting, and so her status as a lady in waiting is used quite heavily when she wants to get into some places that house very important people (AND THEN TAKE THEIR RICHES! MUAHAHAHAHAH)

Stealing - Clarissa might look like a swordsman, but she is also a thief and steals things on a daily basis.
Weaknesses:
Forging - Clarissa can sew, but she cannot forge, meaning she cannot fix metal armours.

Speed - Clarissa isn't very fast due to how long her dress is.

Anxiety - Clarissa doesn't tend to show this due to her quiet nature, but she gets rather anxious a lot and it clouds her mind quiet often.
Likes/Dislikes:
Chocolate - Clarissa loves chocolate and everything sweet.

Swimming - Ah, who doesn't love a bit of casual sport to keep your fitness up, Clarissa loves swimming, often swimming in the lake near the city.

Folk Dancing - Another hobby of Clarissa's that she adores, folk dancing is a great time to spend with friends and great to have fun with too.
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Manipulation - Manipulation is something you cannot really hide from Clarissa, although she won't really admit it to anyone that she respects, she will call out on the bullshit though if its someone who is lower ranking.

Archery - That shits dangerous if you mis-aim.

Nightmares - Clarissa gets these frequently, which is why she can get anxious at times. It's also why she doesn't sleep often.
History:
Clarissa was born as a slave, simply put. Her mother died while giving birth to her and so she was always blamed for her mothers death by her older sisters so to speak. She unfortunately had to grow up with this burden while being a slave for some of the higher-ups. It was well and truly a tragic time for the young lady, having to do everything for the house while being backed into a corner from her sisters torturing tactics. She well and truly hated it.

Everything changed however in her teens, Clarissa and the family were visited by strange men in a suit of armour and announced that her sisters were only half sisters, and that Clarissa wasn't meant to be a slave, but a lady in waiting. This justified Clarissa's purpose in life... goodbye cooking and cleaning and hello to a new life of charisma and being a social butterfly. With this though, came Clarissa's greediness, taking advantage of this new life and stealing whatever she can and get away with it. This is when she grew up learning that everything can well and truly be sunshine and rainbows if you allow it to be.

With this, Clarissa learnt a few things while she was a lady in waiting. She learnt swordplay and she already knew how to be a tailor of sorts. It was clear the Clarissa was growing to be quite the jack of trades, considering that she could be a fighter, a tailor or a thief, it was all a very diverse world for the young woman and it was unknown which path that Clarissa would well and truly take. It only became clear when all the murders happened that managed to wipe clean the whole royal family. This caused the female to run, but not before stealing quite a lot of the riches, armour and a beautiful claymore that she really shouldn't have in the first place.

While on the run, she met up with a certain male, and after figuring that they both have a similar goal in mind, they created the company. This makes Clarissa the highest ranking member along with him while running the company and she knows fine well where she stands.

Well THAT was interesting to write XD

Kejha Imleggu [+]

Name:

Kejha Imleggu

Age:

Unknown: presumed between 25 and 30

Gender:

Male. Probably.

Appearance:

Kejha is a mere 5 feet and 5 inches, and has eyes the same colour as gold. Aside from that, not much is known about his appearance. His face is always covered by an off coloured mask covered in strange, alien symbols, and his body cloaked in a black robe. Over his head and around his neck is a kind of scarf of some kind; similar in appearance to that of a carpet one might find. Maybe that's what it actually is. Who knows? The robe makes him appear thin, but still slightly large. It extends down to his feet, where he is always wearing sandals - the only part of his skin you can see being his feet. They are surprisingly immaculate; clean and well kept.

Personality:

The intricacies of Kejha's personality know no bounds. Often he spouts incoherent nonsense from behind his mask; sometimes from memory, other times from the tome her carries around with him everywhere. He has a strange, almost alien aura around him that can make even the most steadfast of warriors slightly uncomfortable just by being in his presence. Its hard to tell if he's genuinely insane, or if he's being genuine - especially when he recites long verses in some alien language that appears to make perfect sense to him. Sometimes, too, you might hear him praying. He oft speaks of the God's that have spoken to him, and the things he's been told to do; like burning down villages and making blood sacrifices of children. Though, he always speaks of it like it's no big deal. Just another day in the life of an Eldritch Prophet.

In battle, he is oddly fierce. He references passages from his tome about the God's, and cuts down foes with ease and confidence. Almost like combat is a kind of game, despite him seeming quite serious. There's not really a way to tell how this man - is he a man? - will react to anything. Though we are very, very sure he is insane - since he oft has hallucinations, night terrors, and believes himself to have been chosen by the Gods to spread their message and murder sleeping children.

Equipment:

• On one side of his robe, an ornate scabbard lies. Inside is a ritual dagger, used only for ceremonies ritual sacrifice.
• In a scabbard behind his back is a beautifully crafted sword, which he claims was given to him by the King himself before he was assassinated. Though he did say once before that he stole it...
• In his hand most all of the time is a leather bound tome, which appears incredibly scruffy from the outside; like some madman's incoherent scribblings are contained inside. However, inside are beautifully eloquent scripts Kejha claims to have written himself after being contacted by the Abominations.

Strengths:

Kejha isn't the strongest person, but he does have some talents. His public speaking skills are impeccable, though sometimes he can come off as a bit daunting. In 1v1 combat his fighting skills appear to know no bounds, and his reaction time is very impressive. He also has very good spacial awareness, as well as senses; so he often is able to tell if someone is sneaking up behind him, which way the wind is blowing just from the sound, what kind of metal a blade is made of the moment he touches it, etc. He is also well known by some of the... Lets say unfavourable religious types, and has a reputation with the Black Markets related to them.

Weaknesses:

While Kejha looks and fights like he's pretty strong, he really isn't. His stamina isn't the worst, but its also not the greatest, and under that robe is a frail body that can be damaged pretty easily. Anyone touching his tome sends him into a rage, and he is quite oblivious to a lot of sensitive subjects. And he seems to have a way of really pissing off members of the Church. You know, I really cant tell why. ;P

Likes/Dislikes:

+ The band of merry men he travels with.
+ Fighting
+ His Gods

- Religion
- The Abominations
- Anyone touching his Tome

History:

Not much can be said for his history, since you can never tell if what he says is true or not. He's said he is related to the royal family, that he has killed abyssal monsters from, the depths of the ocean, was given a sword by the King himself (or stole it), and has direct communication with the Eldritch Gods. He also claims he is visited by the Abominations in his dreams, and is given prophecies of the future. On many occasions Kejha has claimed he is a prophet for the Gods and the Evil.

This tomb will get touched for shits and giggles... :3 be warned.

Jack [+]

Jack Goldart

Age:22
Gender:Male
Personality:
Jack has a heart of gold...but the mind of a street Urchin. While having no parents, he was raised poor and saw how people would treat him and his little sister. His sister was starving and there was only one thing he could do. Steal his wealth. To him a few coins from the more wealthy seem like nothing to keep his family alive and even helping some of other misfortune children of his town. This eventually became an obsession and he loved the thrill of swindling some unsuspecting white collar, regardless if he needed the money or not. While he became somewhat of a robin hood, it eventually turned him into nothing more than a rude, unforgiving crook.

While if you would know him on a personal level, Jack is the kind of man who loved a breast in one hand and ale in the other. A carefree kind of individual who loved nothing more than a good joke or tavern song. While his criminal side is hard to see by others, his sister could always see past the act. While still a good man for the most part, his cruelty to the more 'fortunate' individuals calls his morals and honor in to question.

Equipment:

• Wide Broadhead Dagger
• Bow and Arrows
• Throwing Knives
• Leather Armor

Strengths:

• Skilled in the art of quick dirty fighting.
• Extremely Acrobatic. Used to make money when times are rough or to get out of sticky situations.
• A sharp tongue make most problems go away with just a few words

Weaknesses:

• Extremely lazy. Making him less than willing to do really anything that wasn't necessary.
• A short temper usually drop's him in a bad situation
• When worse comes to worst, Jack is always quick to run. A honorable man would call him a coward.

Likes:

• Gold
• Archery
• Jokes
• Alcohol
• Weapons

Dislikes:

• Snakes
• Crowds
• Military
• Rich People

History:
Personally, Jack doesn't really reveal to much of history to anyone, especially when sober. When he is on one of his drunk rants and whispers he does reveal a little about his past. Jack has a sister and he raised her and cares deeply for her. His parents were not around for whatever reason as a child, so him and his sister grew up in the streets. Some time, not to long ago, his sister was taken. By who or what has not left Jack's mouth in slurred speech, but maybe it's because he doesn't know. Or really not like to talk about it.

Professionally, Jack had his own gang by Twelve, his own Tavern by sixteen, and his own town by eighteen. Now in days, Jack and his gang Known as the, Rusty Nails have their finger in any place that a rich man lives. They preform any Job or service that some would never that possible to ask for. As long as the pay is good, The Rusty Nails will take the job. Even if they don't have a job, Jack would get his coin by stealing it from any dirty business who happens to pray on the less fortunate.

Lookin good, I can really see him hating my character which is gonna be fun.

Can I get more info on the setting of this? Like time period, techonlogy, etc. I also understand only humans are allowed, but do other races exist?

@Emnosym

Humans are all there is. There are plenty of mythical creatures that might have existed, but none do anymore. Like myths irl.

Time period would be about...fifteenth century, technology wise, people havent quite figured out gunpowder yet, but arent too far off.

I'll get started on my CS!

Posted the bio of the Captain-General btw fellas! Its on the first post.

We are working on making the IC!

@Vulkan, read it; liked it!