Grayle: a beautiful, vibrant country whose proud palace stands astride the Viridian River, overlooking the Barrier Falls and the Wildlands beyond. It is a realm known by many names -- the Land at World's End, the White Tower, and the River Kingdom, to list a few. However, its most famous name outshines all the rest, and for good reason. On account of its mythic history, Grayle is hailed far and wide as the Kingdom of Knights. Its ivory walls have stood against all threats, human and otherwise, for almost 500 years; a testament to the prowess of its vigilant Knight Sentinels.
This renowned order continues a venerable tradition of service as the first line of defense for not only Grayle itself, but for all the lands of Grandor. Even now, in the present era of peace, they hold themselves to the same principles that guided them in their founding days -- the Age of Darkness, when mankind's most hated scourge and its most beloved hero crossed blades for the fate of the world. And, just as they once pledged their allegiance to the Knight-King Arbert Grayle, who founded their nation and bestowed it with his own noble name, so too do their modern successors loyally serve his descendants in the Age of Light which he helped to usher in.
This history is perhaps the first and dearest story learned by every man, woman, and child who calls Grayle home. It begins with the tale of the evil sorcerer Fendel, who was once regarded as a hero in his own right -- until his burning ambition drove him to subjugate the entire world with a horde of terrifying primordial monsters, conjured up by his unholy powers over Darkness. His temptation and descent into villainy has been played out again and again upon stages the country over, becoming a cautionary tale against the evils of exceeding pride. Yet against this seemingly unstoppable horde, an unlikely band of heroes arose.
Fendel's apprentice Alexander, The Reader of the Stars, rose in rebellion against his teacher, teaching the secret arts of magic to the people that they might break free from their chains and resist the Dark Lord's all-consuming might. Yet this alone was not enough, and so he sought the guidance of the heavens, which led him to the boy favored by providence -- he who would ever walk in the Light, who would become known as the greatest knight in history: Arbert Grayle. Together, they journeyed to the Dark Lord's palace at the edge of the earth, upon the very horizon of the night sky itself, overcoming many trials and winning many companions along the way. Seire, the King of Thieves, at first tried to deceive and rob the heroes of their sacred treasures, but was defeated and spared by the Knight-King Grayle, to whom he pledged his life in atonement. Maria, the Ice Witch, envied Alexander for the favor shown him by their mutual teacher, and tried to thwart them again and again in order to earn Fendel's approval -- but Alexander's love for her ultimately redeemed her, and she, too, joined their side. The chieftain of the northern lands, the dragon lord of the southern wastes, and countless other legendary heroes rallied one by one to their cause, won over by Alexander's wisdom and King Grayle's kindness.
Together, the heroes confronted Fendel, and at last, King Grayle's blessed light scattered his darkness to the far reaches of the world, killing him for all time. Yet, with his dying breath, he spat forth foul curses upon the world, corrupting the lands and the people to sow ruin upon those who had slain him, and promising that one day, a successor would come to claim his power -- an unsurpassed wielder of the dark arts who would surely avenge him. In order to defend against this final blasphemy, King Grayle took up his peerless sword one final time -- and with it, cut a vast chasm in the earth, raising up the lands of Grandor upon a vast plateau, with an impassible cliff to keep the accursed creatures of the Western Wildlands and the demon servants of Fendel from ever desecrating the lands of men again.
Or so the story goes. What is known is that when Grayle returned to his homeland, he did so not solely as a triumphant king. He erected his castle, and his kingdom, atop the very brink of the newly formed highlands, setting his throne astride the very edge of the civilized world, such that he and his knights would stand forever ready, should the demons and Fendel's curse ever return.
The other heroes, too, went on to found their own nations. The eastern Empire of Alexandria, founded by the wise Alexander and the penitent Witch Maria, continues to this day to produce the finest wizards in all of Grandor, while the southern Principality of Valefor -- created by the King of Thieves and the Dragon Lord -- produces metalwork and trade goods unlike anything seen in the markets of any other nation.
For a time, these, and the other nations, were bonded together with ties of loyalty still fresh from the war against the Dark Lord. However, as the years passed, and generations faded into history, the lessons and loyalties of the past were forgotten -- and several minor wars have broken out since as various monarchs squabble for dominance. With Alexandria now eyeing the bountiful lands of Grayle, and Valefor remaining stubbornly neutral in their sporadic border conflicts, tensions are on the rise. As such, although the Curse of Fendel and his monsters have not been seen for at least a hundred years, the Knights of Grayle, as ever, must keep their swords sharp and their wits sharper...
But this is not the story of the heroes of the ancient past, or even of the Knights of today. Rather, this is the story of the young knights of tomorrow, and of their quests yet unknown -- of their lives, their loves, their dreams, and how their fates will unfold. No, rather, how they shall make their fates for themselves... no matter how tangled or how unsightly they may be.
At times awkwardly, at times doubtful, and at times full of fire -- the curtain rises upon a new legend never before seen, and on their story!
The Lore Codex
With the basic history of the world now established, this section will contain several small folders with other bits of worldbuilding and lore to use as inspiration for bios -- such as the basic fundamentals of magic within the setting, the structure and hierarchy of the aristocracy, and, of course, some more information about the Knights of Grayle themselves, and their inner workings. This section will likely be rather scatterbrained and meandering to begin with, and is mostly optional stuff meant to just give more detailed pictures of specific bits of the lore that I didn't really get into too deeply during the introduction, so don't feel pressured to read through all of it if it doesn't concern you or give you any ideas. It will potentially be expanded going forward as new lore and worldbuilding is revealed.
Magic is a complex discipline that exists in two primary forms. While almost everyone in Grandor utilizes magic in some way in their daily lives, the gap between the average person and a true mage is astronomical. This is not only due to the fact that one's abilities with magic are, to some degree, born of their nature -- thus limiting true proficiency with magic primarily to the ranks of the aristocracy, most of whom still claim direct ancestry to the heroes of old -- but also due to the level of study and discipline required to properly utilize those latent talents.
The first type of magic is known as Incantation. This takes the form of spoken or drawn spells meant to serve a specific function -- a fireball spell, for example, creates a ball of fire and launches it at something. It's something that works the same way, or at least almost exactly the same way, every time it's used. For example, one could create a fireball and hide it around a corner, detonating it manually as a makeshift proximity mine rather than ever launching it as a projectile; however, even in this case, the basic principle of the spell is still the same.
The reason for this is that the spells are sort of like "shortcuts," copying and mimicking the feats of other magi -- usually ancient heroes from the distant past, in the case of combat magic. Rather than manually shaping one's own energy into a desired form and actively controlling it every step of the way, spells offer a way to cut corners by just replicating an experience drawn from collective memory. The Sages' Tower in Alexandria keeps compiled a list of almost all known spells, distributing this knowledge as much as possible to expand this collective experience, since the more wizards cast a given spell, the more efficient and streamlined that spell becomes, and the more variations upon its template become possible.
Because of this, Incantations are much more accessible to the average magician, since they can just learn the formula and then use it when needed. Even commoners with little-to-no magic power usually know a few Incantations, though these are mostly parlor tricks and common bits of housekeeping magic -- a small gust of wind that gathers up dust for cleaning, a spell to start a small fire in lieu of a match, a spell to create ice or cool the air, and other such conveniences. Dedicated magicians, on the other hand, may have a library of dozens, if not hundreds of spells at their disposal, with an option readily available for almost any situation -- the reward of years of intense training and study to commit such a vast repository of knowledge to memory.
As mentioned before, Incantations are normally chanted aloud to activate them -- however, they can also be drawn out in the form of runes and magic circles, allowing even those not versed in the particular spell to activate them just by pouring their own energy into the glyph. However, such written Incantations -- sometimes called separately as Enchantments -- are very expensive and difficult to create, as they must be either engraved manually by an experienced wizard, or drawn in costly magic ink, all with the utmost level of precision so as to ensure there aren't any errors in the spell. For this reason, while things like magic swords and armor do exist, they're seen almost exclusively in the hands of high aristocrats and members of royalty.
There is, however, one other type of magic that falls outside the governance of the Sages' Tower. Unlike Incantations, which were developed by the archmage Alexander during and in the wake of the Age of Darkness as a means of quickly spreading the knowledge and ability to utilize magic to the people at large, Aura is a much older art -- of the sort that the heroes themselves used in their ancient battles, and that the evil sorcerer Fendel himself wielded against them.
It functions on a much more direct principle than Incantations. All creatures have some degree of internal energy inside them, which they can expel into their surroundings in the form of magic. With Incantations, that energy is effectively automated and programmed to perform a single, specific task. With Aura, however, that energy is instead continuously released, forming a sort of "field" around the user's body that can then be freely manipulated. At its rudimentary level, Aura serves as spiritual armor, protecting the user from harm and amplifying their own strength and speed to superhuman levels in turn. On top of this, it can even be shaped and imbued with elemental natures, allowing Aura users to even freely create and shape magic in their surroundings -- something which not even the most complex Incantation could do.
Needless to say, however, Aura's incredible power comes at a steep price. Since one has to constantly control the Aura, complete focus is key to its use, and the farther away from the user it gets, the more difficult it becomes to control, giving it a hard and fast range limit that restricts it primarily to close quarters. Furthermore, it's also vastly inefficient compared to Incantations, requiring a truly incredible reserve of energy to even manifest briefly, and risking draining the user's vitality and life force if they can't provide that level of power.
In the Age of Darkness, when heroes and legends walked the earth, Aura was commonplace. However, today, those with the power to use Aura at all are few and far between, even among the oldest houses of the nobility, and are thus regarded as prodigies the likes of which may only appear once in a generation, their births heralded by falling stars and other portents great and terrible.
Oddly enough, as the power of Incantations rises and the power of Aura wanes, however, some of the most recent users of Aura in the past 100 years have been found not just among royalty and other prestigious bloodlines, but rather among lower nobility and even the commonfolk. This anomaly has led to some confusion and concern, as these low-born geniuses may threaten the dignity of those great old families whose prestige and magical power are directly intertwined. At any rate, it's something that almost any boy growing up in Grayle has dreamed of at least once -- awakening the power of Aura and becoming a hero overnight, following in the footsteps of the Knight-King himself. Who wouldn't want to see a dream like that come true?
But if heroes are starting to appear again, then what, exactly, are they meant to use their strength to fight?
One's ability to use magic isn't just tied to one's studies of Incantations or self-discipline and training to cultivate the power of Aura. It's also linked intrinsically to one's disposition and natural affinities with magic. While it is possible to use an element one doesn't have a natural knack for, only the weakest and most basic of spells can be performed without an utterly disproportionate exertion on the part of an incapable caster.
These affinities are roughly categorized into four fundamental elements, with several rarer secondary elements derived from combinations of the primary four. They are, respectively...
Fire: Associated with passion, drive, energy, and courage -- but also with anger, self-destruction, foolishness, and ambition. Someone with strong desires and the power to make them a reality, be they good or ill. Negated by Water, but it combines with Earth to create Metal and with Wind to create Lightning.
Wind: Associated with freedom, cheerfulness, curiosity, and hope -- but also with a lack of willpower, selfishness, and a fear of commitment. Someone impulsive, unbound by rules, who follows their emotions moreso than a thought-out ideal or purpose. Negated by Earth, but it combines with Fire to create Lightning and Water to create Snow.
Water: Associated with gentleness, empathy, wisdom, and temperance -- but also with madness, an inability to express one's self, shyness, and cowardice. Someone who cares a great deal about the feelings of others, and perhaps an excessive tendency towards self-sacrifice. Negated by Fire, but it combines with Wind to create Snow and Earth to create Wood.
Earth: Associated with stability, conviction, determination, and diligence -- but also with stubbornness, inflexibility, laziness, and a lack of creativity. Someone who lives and dies by their routine, and stubbornly resists changes to it.
The combined elements are a bit harder to categorize, as they often represent a mix of specific traits from multiple fields that can vary greatly from user to user. A Lightning user, for example, might mix the best parts of Wind and Fire to create someone who strongly values personal independence and tries to lead by example, driving those around them to be their best selves. But, conversely, they might just as easily be a tyrant who seeks to have their own way above all else, mixing the ambition of Fire with the chaos of Wind. The same sort of principles hold true for Metal, Wood, and Snow as well.
While most people have only one elemental affinity derived from their strongest personality traits, it's not all that uncommon for members of the nobility to have two elements at their disposal instead. More rare are those who are gifted with the flexibility to utilize three elements, and rarest of all are those gifted with the power of the Absolute -- to use all four major elements with equal skill, a talent as rare as the ability to utilize Aura -- though, not since Alexander himself has an Aura user also manifested the Absolute, a combination which is considered the ultimate pinnacle of magic.
In addition to these elements, however, there are also two aberrant elements that fall entirely outside of normal classification, due to their bizarre interactions with other forms of magic. These are, naturally, Light and Darkness. Both derive their power from the same source -- the primal essence of life itself -- which they then shape into a variety of forms and effects. However, they hold the unique distinction of universal interactions, which cause them to react the same way when exposed to any other elements, regardless of affinity.
Light, universally, interacts with other elements through negation, taking on principles similar to their opposite elements in order to neutralize their power and restore balance. Fire is extinguished, Earth is eroded, Wind is calmed, and Water is evaporated. Because of this, Light magic is regarded as the ultimate defensive ability, capable of neutralizing almost anything. It was through this potent ability that King Arbert was able to weather the unspeakable powers of the Dark Lord, and cut him down.
In the intervening centuries, a few more Light users have also appeared, and have demonstrated several other powers, such as supernatural healing abilities that could even cure mortal wounds, agelessness, the ability to influence the minds of other living creatures, and, of course, the power to purify curses and destroy demonic beasts impervious to normal magic. Regardless of their unique manifestations of the power of Light, however, all of these figures share one thing in common: they are all descendants of the Grayle royal family, directly inheriting the powers of their famous ancestor.
Darkness is just the opposite, in almost every way imaginable. Rather than negating other elements, it is capable of combining universally with any other element, creating amalgams with strange and anomalous properties that are not fully understood. For this reason, it's considered the ultimate offensive power, since it can absorb and circumvent almost any magical defense, wrecking unspeakable destruction by warping creatures into new forms, and turning other mages' own power against them. For this reason, and, of course, because it was the power wielded by Fendel, it is the most feared of all magics -- though its exact details, abilities, and limitations remain largely unknown due to a lack of formal study.
That's not to say that there haven't been Darkness users other than Fendel, however. Once every few generations, someone may develop the power -- but, more often than not, they are quickly identified, and shackled by special "sealing stones" created by the Sages' Tower and a member of the Grayle family working in concert, inscribed with the subject's name and nature, and allowing anyone who holds the stone to freely restrict the use of their powers. Through this means, the power of darkness has been effectively banned from practice, and its users sequestered to prevent a repeat of the Age of Darkness. But even so, that hasn't stopped rumors from circulating that anyone, anywhere, could be Fendel's prophesied successor, hiding their nature and waiting until the time is ripe to come and bring destruction upon the world once more...
Grayle is, in essence, a stratified society, with a mix between western feudalism and something slightly resembling a caste system (Translation: it's a bunch of stuff that sounds incredibly organized and cool but actually probably makes no sense if you stop to think about it, which I won't do because I'm not a political science major :P).
At the lowest rung, there are serfs and peasants whose families are tied to a specific patch of land granted to them by a local noble. They have little upward mobility, and seldom leave their own lands due to the contracts that bind them to tend to it in exchange for protection. Above them, there is a broader caste of commoners, tradesmen, merchants, and artisans, who either own their own small plots of land, or do not settle down in any one place, but rather travel the span of the kingdom in search of work. Above these are the Guildmasters -- wealthy leaders of organized conglomerates of other artisans and tradesmen, whose influence over what goods get produced and shipped where gives them some measure of leverage even among the nobles.
This is where the waters get somewhat muddied. Those granted titles of Knighthood are, effectively, honorary nobles. However, as they do not necessarily possess land or estates of their own, while they may hold positions of military or sometimes even political power by obtaining other ranks or titles, they may also just be glorified commoners with no non-military duties, and thus rank below wealthy commoners on the social totem pole.
Proper nobles, however, possess at least some duties in the governance of the land, and thus claim a firmer position above both landless Knights and the commoner gentry. There are five ranks of nobility in Grayle, each corresponding to a larger territory and a greater role in the governance of the kingdom. At the lowest rung are the Barons, who are granted authority on a local level, managing individual townships and cities, usually on the frontiers of the kingdom. Above them are Viscounts and Earls, who manage many such townships within their respective counties. Next, there are the four Marquess houses, who not only exert authority over all the lesser nobility within their fiefdoms, but also form a Council of Lords that is second only in both legislative and judicial authority to the King himself. This council, then, is headed by the Grand Duke, who, while only technically holding a small fief close to the capital, serves as an overseer and intermediary for all the other, lower rungs of the nobility. The Grand Duke is traditionally the member of the royal family who is second in line to the throne at the time of appointment, should they be of age to adequately perform their duties. As such, the position is often held by the king's brother, or by the Crown Prince at any given time -- although in the latter case, the position is forfeit upon ascending the throne himself, and a new Grand Duke is appointed.
The precise identities of the holders of these positions will be left deliberately vague for now, so as to allow players interested in noble roles to make whatever lore they want for their characters and their family background.
The political landscape of the country is far too complex to easily summarize, but to boil it down for simplicity's sake, there are currently two factions that dominate the nobility. First, there is a moderate faction that wishes to simply defend Grayle as it is, without waging what they see as pointless wars that might jeopardize their own holdings. Secondly, there is a more radical War Hawk faction that sees Alexandrian border conflicts either as an unpardonable slight against the pride of Grayle, or as an opportunity to earn fame, glory, and power by conquering new territory and protecting Grayle from the threat of foreign incursions. The current King, Albus II, and many members of the Council of Lords belong to the former faction. However, several of the candidates for the position of Crown Prince hold conflicting views, wanting to start a war which they could use as an opportunity to rally followers under their own banner, securing the throne for themselves. Their desire for conflict is further supported by many houses of the frontier nobility, who either view the war as inevitable and want to ensure their own territories are protected by starting it on their own terms, or want to claim more land and more power for themselves in the ensuing conflict.
Inheritance, as you might have guessed, tends to default to male-dominated primogeniture, with the firstborn son usually only losing out on the bulk of the inheritance if he proves himself to be notably debauched, idiotic, or otherwise unfit. The only notable exception to this trend lies in the royal family itself, which promotes a strong belief of meritocracy. Anyone who claims the crown of Grayle should be a worthy successor to its founder -- or so it is said. As such, the crown prince is often decided solely based on merits rather than order of birth, and the competition is often fierce between prospective heirs to distinguish themselves in any way possible, giving rise to the glory hounds of the present day. However, should a family bear no male heirs, rather than adopting a ward to fill the role, it's also not unheard of for succession to be decided matrilineally, with the firstborn daughter taking the role of family head until she should marry or otherwise pass the role on.
Despite their usual inability to inherit, women are also expected to bear some responsibility for managing family affairs, such as tending to the management of a fief while their husband is away. Given that Grayle's founders were primarily knights and soldiers, it should come as no surprise that their society is well adapted to keep things running smoothly, even while the men are at war.
But, even so, there are bound to be those dissatisfied with such unequal arrangements... some of whom may even entertain the ambition to take up the sword themselves. After all, boys are far from the only ones raised on tales of the Knight King, tales which might easily lead even a sheltered young girl to admire the life of a hero...
Grayle's knighthood stands in an unusual place within the politics of the kingdom. Those bearing the title of Knight are technically honorary nobility, regardless of their background, but possess no formal power. Conversely, however, due to the reverence with which the kingdom treats its mythic history, the Knighthood has been known to exercise a remarkable sway over the politics of the nation despite this. Several times in the nation's history, individual officers of the order have been known to come forward and publicly make "suggestions" or "requests" of the nobility, the Council, or even the King himself -- and more often than not, this "advice" is heeded. When those who have dedicated their very lives to shoulder the country's well-being ask for something, it's very difficult to refuse them without looking bad, and what's more, whatever faction has the support of the Knights can count on the nation's military strength in times of crisis.
The structure of the Knights is, in many ways, a microcosm of the country as a whole. They are split into individual squads, each with their own numerical hierarchy, in order of importance. The First Seat of each squad them reports to the overall unit Captain, who in turn reports to one of the four Knight-Commanders, who finally answer to the Lord Marshal -- both the bodyguard of the King, and the commander-in-chief of Grayle's armies. This structure is somewhat peculiar, however, in that it is quite malleable in actual warfare, as the Knights themselves only comprise a small part of Grayle's armed forces. Levied soldiers, conscripted peasants, militiamen and men-at-arms are all far more commonplace than fully-fledged Royal Knights when actual lines of battle are drawn. As such, even a Fifth or an Eighth Seat can end up commanding small units on the battlefield, should senior officers be otherwise indisposed, and squads that originally train as tightly knit units may end up having to separate to fill multiple roles as needed in an engagement.
The bottom line is that any rank of Royal Knight, even one who is not an officer, holds a prestigious and glamorous sort of title by comparison to the average rank-and-file soldier. And for precisely this reason, knight candidates are expected -- nay, required to excel in some way in order to earn those honors. Whether it is through mastery of the sword, the spear, the bow, the lance, magic, or even unorthodox disciplines such as espionage or assassination, one can earn the title of "knight." However, as the Knight King was renowned for his mastery of the blade, those who excel in swordsmanship are particularly favored over all other candidates.
Becoming a Knight Candidate is actually surprisingly easy... at least, to begin with. Strictly speaking, there is no hard and fast rule that requires service in exchange for citizenship. However, due to the reverence with which the knighthood is treated, most well to do families -- even those that aren't part of the nobility -- send a candidate to carry the name of their house and try to earn a spot in the order. Second and third sons without anything to inherit flock to the training grounds, hoping to distinguish themselves and earn a glamorous livelihood. The order, by and large, allows this, assembling countless rookies for the first few months of training, be they the accomplished students of distinguished sword schools, or the children of noble houses looking to maintain their family's honor, or just random nobodies with a chip on their shoulders and something to prove. Even foreign refugees are allowed to try out for the knights, and are offered full citizenship should they earn their keep -- a rare treat for those with no one to help them and nowhere else to turn.
Once candidates are admitted, they are organized at random into squads ranging in size from five to twenty. Particularly promising candidates tend to get sorted into smaller groups with one another, allowing them opportunities for more personalized training and hands-on experience sparring with or against their equally talented peers. Unremarkable candidates, on the other hand, tend to get shunted into larger groups and handled en-masse, with those who eventually show promise despite their slow starts picked out and sorted up into more favored squads, and those who don't left to languish along with the rest of the merely ordinary.
These squads are then sorted into four dormitory houses, each bearing the heraldry of one of the four Knight-Commanders, and instructed by members of that particular officer's retinue. The competition is likewise fierce between houses to secure the best candidates each year, as these will likely go on to serve under their respective commander in the future should they become fully-fledged Knights.
As I said before, becoming a candidate is easy. Actually staying a candidate, however, is far more difficult. A grand tournament is held periodically in order to cull the herd, with those who perform particularly poorly in training exercises having special attention paid to their results. If they fail to acquit themselves in combat, they'll be kicked out and sent packing. Conversely, those who perform particularly well can be hand-picked, either individually or as an entire squad, to jump up the ranks and serve as pages and squires to actual knights, taking on real responsibilities and duties within the order, in addition to their continued training. The four Knight-Commanders are even said to attend these tournaments, and select specific elites and specialists among the candidates in their own divisions to serve as their own personal attendants and aides.
And, as if this wasn't incentive enough, the Knight-Commanders' own rivalries tend to get mixed into these tournaments as well, with their chosen instructors pushing their students to excel and claim victory at all costs, for the honor of their own commander and to thumb their noses at the others. For this reason, there's quite a bit of hostility between the four houses, with friend and foe changing on the fly depending on the conditions of the next tournament, and on the relative perceived competence of the houses in question. This also tends to foster an odd sort of "my dad can beat up your dad" sort of mentality amongst the younger candidates, who begin to idolize their respective commanders and, based on their own rose-tinted view of things, try to decide who would win in a fight. Obviously their teacher. Right?
As the holders of the Knight-Commanders' positions are subject to change, so too are the crests of the four houses. At present, the Northern House is represented by the White Griffon, the Southern House by the Crimson Lion, the Eastern House by the Black Wolf, and the Western House by the Golden Stag.
The current generation of Knight-Commanders is, with one exception, perhaps the most decorated and respected that the order has seen since its founding. It is commonly said that, among Knights, there are three paths to excellence: those who seek to hone and master their strength above all else, those who live and die by their honor, and those who can read the tide of battle. And, it is also said that none exemplify these traits better than the three senior members of the council.
His Highness Prince Manegold is, without a doubt, the finest swordsman in the entire Kingdom. His renown is already unparalleled on account of his possessing the discipline to utilize the power of Aura despite his inauspicious birth -- a miracle in its own right which has drawn some practitioners of the Living Faith to make the arduous pilgrimage from distant Alexandria, a hostile nation, to venerate him as a living saint. However, as if unsatisfied with even this unprecedented achievement, he has honed his skill with a blade to such a degree that it is said he could even defeat other Aura users without ever employing his own. His skill is such that no one questions the legitimacy of his position, despite the fact that he has never once resorted to leading his troops in active battle against a foreign enemy -- or rather, precisely because of this fact.
It is said that when a war almost broke out with Valefor over a vein of precious ores on the border, Prince Manegold journeyed alone to negotiate a peaceful resolution. While there, he was -- allegedly -- asked the reason for his obsessive pursuit of strength, and if his presence there was meant as a threat to cow them into submission. He is reported to have replied that "The reason I came here is precisely because I do not wish to sully my blade with the blood of my fellow men. I have never once endeavored to strengthen myself for such a petty reason, either. All I wish is that, if a monster were to appear before me, then I would like to cut it down without hesitation." It is said that this calm reply both moved and frightened the Valeforian general in equal measure, and Valefor conceded the region without bloodshed immediately thereafter.
The second of these excellent knights is Ser Valentin -- though of course, anyone with a knowledge of history would immediately ask "which one?" Ser Rubeus Valentin sits as commander of the Southern House, just as his father did before him, and his grandsire before that. They have always loyally served the royal family, and maintained a watchful eye upon the border, purging bandits and barbarians and protecting the citizens of that troubled region. His pride is as tall as a mountain, his will to succeed and excel in all things unrivaled and unshakable -- and were he born into any other era, he doubtless would have been crowned the foremost warrior in all of Grayle. Unlike Prince Manegold, however, he is not a master of one particular weapon, but rather an expert in the use of several. Be it archery, jousting, swordsmanship, or any other knightly art. even if Rubeus does not necessarily excel all others in its practice, he acquits himself with remarkable alacrity; and, in the use of his signature weapon -- a monstrously large poleaxe fit to cleave a horse and rider in twain at a single fell stroke -- he is unrivaled.
However, his high pride and short temper have also made him many enemies among both the knights and the aristocracy -- and though his personal skills and merits and the honor of his house are both beyond reproach, there are those who say he is lacking as a military commander, a logistician, and an instructor to those he takes under his wing -- particularly after the Southern House's crushing defeats in the Grand Tournament over the last three years.
The final of these three luminaries is, of course, the esteemed and venerable Ser Caius Ward. A veteran of several wars with both the northern nomad tribes of the Great Steppe, and the River Kingdoms up the Viridian River, he is a living monument of Grayle's glorious military history -- and, some might even say, to the very art of war itself. He, like Valentin, favors an eclectic blend of martial artistry -- but in his case, the weapon with which he practices this art is significantly more humble. A long, double-edged cross spear -- hardly the weapon of a knight, but rather more like something one would expect to see employed by an unskilled footman. And yet, the White Griffon wields his mighty fang with unprecedented mastery, blending all manner of different styles of combat and even magical arts into a fluid and dynamic mix that confounds the eyes and baffles the senses.
But despite his admittedly formidable talent with a spear, Caius' rank has a bit more to do with strategic acumen than pure martial prowess. The old Griffon earned his spot through some exploits in a border war with some minor River Kingdoms up the Viridian River, where, after a series of lost battles under the Northern House's former commander, Caius, his squadron, and an assortment of militia forces were cut off during the retreat. So, unable to return to their homeland, they instead moved covertly behind enemy lines and strolled around raiding outposts and occupying villages until the enemy's supply chain broke down, and an army five times the size of his own ground to a halt and was forced to surrender without ever even meeting the wily Griffin in pitched battle. He returned home a hero, and was given his disgraced predecessor's position as a reward -- for though the former Knight-Commander had nearly lost the war despite having every advantage, Caius had gone and won it anyway with just a handful of men! Or so the story goes, anyway.
But among these living legends and storied personages, there is an outlier: a common man from a common house, which has neither land nor title to its name -- a friend of Prince Manegold from his academy days, an internal reformist greatly respected among the lower ranks of the Sentinel Knights, and a smooth talker who somehow managed to earn the favor of not only the Grand Duke, but also the Lord Marshal: the elusive and mysterious Commander Gilbert Tervellan. A childless widower whose wife passed some fifteen years ago, he has neither living relatives nor an heir to inherit his name and meager estate. A patriot, he is -- at least, by all measure -- and he carries himself with all the dignity and composure one would expect of his standing. And yet, if he has any martial achievements, he does not boast of them -- nor does he have any special magical talents that might qualify him for the position. Those in power vouch for him, and he himself works blamelessly in discharging his duties -- but there are many who view him as an opportunist and an upstart -- particularly once his scheming begins to involve the young prodigies who might one day shape Grayle's future...
Character Sheet
Character sheet template courtesy of Gowi and Supermaxx. Thanks, and sorry for the plagiarism. XD It just looks pretty.
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[sup][COLOR=SILVER] [b]Full Name[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Give me your full name.[/COLOR] [b]Age[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Character age, preferably early to mid teens to begin with, since we're starting as kids and there may be a timeskip down the line.[/COLOR] [b]Gender[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Self-explanatory, though bear in mind female characters will need to disguise themselves to fit in[/COLOR] [b]Heritage[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Are you an aristocrat? A commoner? The child of a military family, or a wizard clan? Are you native to Grandor, or do you come from elsewhere? Just give a few words to summarize your social position.[/COLOR] [b]Magical Affinity[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - What elements can you use, if any? Don't list big spells or techniques or anything here, though. Put those in skills.[/COLOR][/color][/SUP]
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[sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Skill Trait[/b] [COLOR=#807B84]Explain a bit about your character's skills and abilities. Try not to go too crazy with it, since these are just kids.[/COLOR][/COLOR]
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Without any further ado, welcome to the thread! Let's all have fun with it! ^^
hey yeah sure yknow what ill try it ill post mine first weeee look at me go still gravely disappointed about all the male characters pitched in the old thread, you'd best shape up.......
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P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S
Full Name – Dime (DEE-may) Silesia (sih-LEEZ-ee-uh) Age - 13 Gender - Female Heritage – Originally from Valefor, she and her family ran a travelling bakery – villages and cities would gather round and enjoy cheap delicacy for a day or two each, every few months. Commoners, but well-off as commoners go. Well, no more of that for her, but it’s where she came from, and her family’s still at it. Magical Affinity – Fire-wind: Lightning
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
A Crackling Dime is attuned to lightning, with most of what that entails. She’s not angry as a baseline, and no one can say she lacks willpower, but she fits the rest to a T. Passion! Energy! Curiosity! Self-destructive idiocy! Paralyzing fear of maturity!
Never at Rest Like lightning, Dime can never sit still until she she's grounded. Unlike lightning, she doesn't go looking for grounding. So, she can never sit still. Not mentally, not physically: she's everywhere at once. Like lightning.
Oh, is Something Wrong? Dime can notice other people. She might not always, or usually, or… basically you have to tell her something’s wrong for her to get it, but if she picks up on someone in trouble or feeling bad, she’ll always want to help. Her wind-elemental selfishness presents this way: she is empathic, she does care, it's just tempered by the fact that she's bafflingly oblivious. Hey, it helps with her boy disguise.
S K I L L S E T
Lightning, Rod Dime can handle a spear - that’s a low bar. She can also zap things really good - often only as much as she means to.
Almost a Baker Dime can cook… like… a few things? Like, she can do good bread. Um. Sometimes she thinks she’s here because her parents lost their patience trying to teach her...
Not Good at Very Much Dime is excellent at not ceasing to talk once she starts.
Physical Description
I want to say “just the image,” but look at those clothes… look at those shoes… look at that silly hat. Okay, now stop looking at them. Look at the girl. Imagine her dressed like a page dresses. Now you’re getting there. Dime has relatively little trouble looking the more-or-less masculine, or at least androgynous part, for now. Her body is enabling. Her face is not quite a boy’s face, but hey, that can happen to anyone. Her looks, together with her boyish personality, do her good, because beyond the usual crossdressers' habits - a little binding, a pitched-down voice, don't undress around the others - she seldom remembers that she’s supposed to try. With all that said, it's possible the order has already seen through her, and just doesn't care enough to miss out on a passionate and magically-gifted candidate over it, so long as she keeps the secret from peers and the public. Or maybe she's a charity case. Or... she really does have them fooled?
Character Conceptualization
Dime isn’t really sure why she’s here. Well, it’s because her parents pushed her into it, but like… you know… why? I mean, yeah, she was pretty clearly gifted with the whole, lightning thing. And, okay, so maybe that isn’t applicable when you’re just supposed to grow up and bake for a living. And – well – “It’s great that your son has the legacy in check, but does your daughter do anything?” Yeah, that one was embarrassing. Mmmm… maybe that’s why she’s here. Her parents love her and all, but at some point they must’ve decided that this was what’s best for her. There's no sign that she's going to slow down - flunking into the existence of a housewife would have been... bad. Also because these knight guys do a truly awful job at filtering out the girls – if she can fool them…
Other Information
Don’t tell her I told you, but she’s kind of a clown. She’s very liable to bumble into trouble. Sometimes she might even do it on purpose, just for an audience. You have my full permission to rampantly mispronounce her name.
See, that’s what I was afraid would happen. The GMPC even has Baker for a last name, and here I am calling Dime a commoner with a name like that… I can rewrite or put out someone entirely different if needed, just not right away. Or if I don’t have to respect reality that much, that’s great. I can do something like make her a foreigner, whatever - background’s fully flexible, I did it all in like an hour as I went.
Reality in a JPRG Fantasy universe? We're here to escape reality, damn it.
On related note regarding said GMPC, by some pure cosmic coincidence and/or perhaps Lady Fate had a twisted sense of humor, Julian Baker's concept and looks are pretty much identical to the PC I'm working on.
You see this and try telling to my face that they don't look identical, sans clothes sure, but people have more than one clothes.
And I'm certainly not going to spoil Fey's fun by applying an identical twin from another mother, so unless I come up with something new, take my current stance as amicably withdrawing my interest. I will inform you should my muse take me somewhere, but don't hold your breath for me.
Don't worry, I'm not even mad, it's an amazing freak coincidence.
I'll try to work out a sheet tonight. Honestly... might be interesting to lean into a sort of Lancer role. Military, war hawk noble trained from the beginning to be a knight of some sort. Wanting to be the best, but not quite there yet and frustrated by it.
See, that’s what I was afraid would happen. The GMPC even has Baker for a last name, and here I am calling Dime a commoner with a name like that… I can rewrite or put out someone entirely different if needed, just not right away. Or if I don’t have to respect reality that much, that’s great. I can do something like make her a foreigner, whatever - background’s fully flexible, I did it all in like an hour as I went.
Honestly, don't worry about it. I was just trying to make her alias sound... well, like an obvious pseudonym, albeit one with a weird sort of rationale behind it. I'm not overly worried about "realistic peasant names" or whatever, so don't feel obligated to go down that line. XD
Also, I think it's funny that Dime is the daughter of a baker but sucks at it, whereas Julian is all mysterious and stuff but despite her identity obviously being fake is actually a master chef. Just an amusing little bit of irony.
Still, if you want to expand on your bio or redo stuff, go right ahead! No worries either way~.
Reality in a JPRG Fantasy universe? We're here to escape reality, damn it.
On related note regarding said GMPC, by some pure cosmic coincidence and/or perhaps Lady Fate had a twisted sense of humor, Julian Baker's concept and looks are pretty much identical to the PC I'm working on.
You see this and try telling to my face that they don't look identical, sans clothes sure, but people have more than one clothes.
And I'm certainly not going to spoil Fey's fun by applying an identical twin from another mother, so unless I come up with something new, take my current stance as amicably withdrawing my interest. I will inform you should my muse take me somewhere, but don't hold your breath for me.
Don't worry, I'm not even mad, it's an amazing freak coincidence.
OOF. You're right, they literally look almost identical aside from parting their hair on the opposite side. I'm really sorry about that. Didn't mean to steal your aesthetic or anything. >_<
At any rate, I'm sorry to see you go, since you seemed really enthusiastic about everything, but, well, at any rate, if you do come up with any new ideas or decide to come back, feel free! And thanks so much for showing so much interest in stuff. :3
EDIT: Also, oh my god, I woke up this morning and realized that I should have added another S and made the subtitle "A Chivalric (Miss)Adventure." I can't believe I missed such an obvious opportunity to make a painfully bad pun.
You know, after a workout session and a good refreshing shower, one of those "so crazy, it just might work" ideas came to me.
What about we double down on this cosmic coincidence and make our PCs actually twins? They both agreed that gender roles are a whole load of BS and pulled this scheme together to attend the academy as the "Baker Twins".
To add spice to the formula, I think my PC will be an Absolute, so they might be physically identical, but their magical affinities are direct opposites. I think based on what I've read about Julian, we can have sort of a "sibling jealousy" dynamic with Julian seeing [Insert Twin Name] as basically herself, but better in every way (which is not true, of course, but teenage drama and all that).
I'm just spitballing wild ideas here, none of these is set in stone, let me know what you think.
You know, after a workout session and a good refreshing shower, one of those "so crazy, it just might work" ideas came to me.
What about we double down on this cosmic coincidence and make our PCs actually twins? They both agreed that gender roles are a whole load of BS and pulled this scheme together to attend the academy as the "Baker Twins".
To add spice to the formula, I think my PC will be an Absolute, so they might be physically identical, but their magical affinities are direct opposites. I think based on what I've read about Julian, we can have sort of a "sibling jealousy" dynamic with Julian seeing [Insert Twin Name] as basically herself, but better in every way (which is not true, of course, but teenage drama and all that).
I'm just spitballing wild ideas here, none of these is set in stone, let me know what you think.
This does sound like a fun ride, and I could definitely see Julian getting that sort of inferiority complex in that kind of situation, but unfortunately I'm not sure if I can make it work with Julian's whole secret backstory and reason for becoming a knight. I've got some secret family drama for her down the line and other stuff I'm sitting on, which would make her having a twin kind of difficult to pull off.
Though, I do very much like the idea of having an Absolute character to serve as a foil to miss magic-less over here, so... hmm. Honestly, we could maybe just have them coincidentally be lookalikes and try to take advantage of it by claiming to be family? Not sure...
On another humorous note, I also just realized that even our profile pictures look similar -- straight bangs, long silver hair, yellow eyes. Talk about a wacky coincidence. XD
This does sound like a fun ride, and I could definitely see Julian getting that sort of inferiority complex in that kind of situation, but unfortunately I'm not sure if I can make it work with Julian's whole secret backstory and reason for becoming a knight. I've got some secret family drama for her down the line and other stuff I'm sitting on, which would make her having a twin kind of difficult to pull off.
Though, I do very much like the idea of having an Absolute character to serve as a foil to miss magic-less over here, so... hmm. Honestly, we could maybe just have them coincidentally be lookalikes and try to take advantage of it by claiming to be family? Not sure...
On another humorous note, I also just realized that even our profile pictures look similar -- straight bangs, long silver hair, yellow eyes. Talk about a wacky coincidence. XD
I expected this issue too, stemmed from the secret backstory part of the CS. Therefore I actually have a "Plan B" in hand. What if we pull the good ol' "Twins separated at birth" trope? So they're physically identical by virtue of actually being related, but shared no backstory (beyond the first few minutes of their lives as newborns).
Oh, that'd be a nice dose of cosmic coincidence, but too bad that my profile picture has red eyes, she's Elysion from Sound Horizon.
Full Name - Rossweine Lupus Grayle Age - 15 Gender - Male Heritage - Second Son of the Third Wife of the King of Grayle, His Righteousness Albus II Magical Affinity - Water
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Air-Headed Spoken of charitably, Rossweine lives without a care for material goods, seeing beyond the trappings of greed and pride to get at what truly matters in life. That, however, is perhaps simply the hallmark of a noble, one who from birth was entitled to wealth and material security, for whom no amount of money could sway if only because such wealth would improve little in their life. He floats about in a more transient, fleeting world, taking everything at his own pace with no real inclination towards any particular goal. There is feeling, of course, passions that may shake his heart or draw him towards one experience or another, but emotions are less substantial than desires, and for all his beauty, he fades into the background during social occasions, finding himself more at peace in seclusion or in nature. Unfettered by responsibility, guided only by glimmers of moonlight and the sounds of the fairies’ footsteps, Rossweine is a heartless being, distant from the world his flesh inhabits.
Well-Mannered But certainly, like any noble, Rossweine is a master of manners, using courtesies and niceties to soften and repaint whatever actions his air-headed nature inspires. He stands all, his expressions and gestures as elegant and eloquent as one would expect out of those bearing royal blood. If need be, his eyes could even shine with a confident, stately light, the sort of brilliance that others could point at and use as evidence that there is a natural difference between those born in the rough and those born on high. Like all customs of high society, however, it is a mask, a blade, a shield, hammered into the psyche of those who may bear rings or crowns with more fervor than the arts of the martial path, the instruction of the arcane craft. An aristocrat without a noble bearing is nothing more than a foot soldier, after all. For nobility itself is artifice, built through wealth and delusion, history and mythology.
Thick-Skinned Guided only by gossamer whimsy and cast within a noble mold, it stands that he cares little for what reputation he carries, what mockeries and infamy are leveled against him. One can exist only in their own mind, after all, filtered through perceptions that wax and wane depending on the humors. How meaningless, then, is it to cling to beliefs of normalcy, to speak of traditions and inheritance as if they were certain things, when even the immutable will of the great heroes have been twisted with time? Just as how weightlessly he treats his own words, Rossweine sees the words of others as just as weightless, nothing more than snowflakes melting away in a span of a second. If a smile and an apology could reduce aggressions, then let it be so. If some coin is enough to buy his peace, then let it be so. And if nothing more than blood could solve a conflict, then he will flee rather than fight. Perhaps that too, is the countenance of a noble. Indeed, all have their own sense of what’s normal, a sense that they apply to the world around them. For Rossweine, that normalcy is one where all emotions fade when expended, where long-lasting grudges are merely the stuff of legends. So what does he care for the anger, the envy, the violence of others? It will all fade in time, melting into apatheia.
S K I L L S E T
Painting The gift that the Moon granted Rossweine was that of art, of distorting the world that all saw with paint and brush, pencil and easel. It is his one obsession, the one thing that his mother could feel proud about. Upon the canvas, he hollows himself out, for that sliver of a chance that another could feel a sliver of what he felt. But he is first and foremost a Prince of the Grayle lineage, and he is secondly a knight, tasked with sharpening his steel in order to serve as the kingdom's shield. His gift then, lies only in a distant third, and his crafts remain in his private study, covered in cloth.
Deflecting How can one without passion strike down another? How can one accustomed to retreat and concession protect others? Rossweine's shield is as fragile as stained glass. Rossweine's sword is as light as a feather. He will not win with a singular strike like a hero of yore, nor will he face his enemies shield-first like a guardian of the people. Rather, in absence of any true commitment to victory or loss, offense or defense, he simply parries. Meeting strikes on slants, guiding blades off their path, measuring distances and maintaining space with steps as gentle as fairies upon dew-touched fields. A defensive style focused on footwork, one that turns a fight into a dance until the aggressor...what? Runs out of strength and gives up? Trips and impales themselves on their own sword? Gets stabbed from behind by one of Rossweine's allies? The noble prince is skillful indeed. He will deflect even the burden of violence from his shoulders.
But for some reason, such a method of fighting makes Rossweine appear as if he's effortlessly toying with his opponent instead, and now everyone expects that's he's a plain and simple Swordmaster, rather than someone escaping responsibility.
Blessing Pray that it does not come to it.
Physical Description
What could be said other than how Rossweine Lupus Grayle, Second Son of the Third Wife of the King of Grayle, His Righteousness Albus II, is without question a youth who looks like a prince? Standing tall at 5'10, with perhaps room to grow even taller, he casts an elegant, slender silhouette, the very picture of a hero-knight. His eyes are possessed by a gentle, turquoise sheen, akin to a forest spring, while his hair, an ashy brown, comes down in soft, silky tufts that beg to be caressed. A perpetual state of peacefulness has kept his skin and mien unmarred, and his face strikes that balance of androgynous handsomeness achievable only by an adolescent.
A well-defined jawline and a slim nose. Soft cheeks and long eyelashes. Hands warm and firm, but slender and well-manicured. Even dressed in simple clothing that befits his disposition more than his station, he looks like a portrait, even what few, subjective flaws upon his person only serving to further accentuate such beauty. In his wake, there is no doubt that he's left a trail of broken hearts, even at his tender age.
But that's simply par for course if one was a royal prince, the object of fantasy and gossip.
Character Conceptualization
They say that he was born on a blue moon, when the clock struck midnight.
They say that he was a stubborn birth, clawing and rioting to stay within his mother’s womb.
They say that he was born fragile, lighter than his brothers and sisters, lungs heaving with only a miserly whimper once exposed to the outside world.
And over the years, they’ve continued to say many things of the Moonkissed Princeling, birthed by the union of Lady Terrenza Welrimelle and King Albus II, yet possessing neither the Lady’s acumen nor the King’s power. He must have been a child birthed only when the bounty of the fair Lady’s womb had dried up, a child of middling intelligence and meager magical talent, an unfanged cub to the wolves who were his older siblings. The firstborn son, the valorous Manegold of the Eclipsing Strike, is the Knight-Commander of the Western House. The secondborn daughter, the honorable Sieglinde, stands as one of the few advisors of the Grand Duke. The thirdborn daughter, the perceptive Walpurga of the Deep Sea, will succeed in the role of Royal Librarian of the Arcane Path once the current one’s tenure is up. All this was obtained through talent and the expenditure of political capital and wealth.
All this is simply to be expected if the third wife of His Righteousness is to expect House Welrimelle, mere Earls, to be grafted into the Grayle family as rulers.
And all this left Rossweine as…what? A second son, a prince with no great talents in warfare or leadership. He was only as beautiful as what ought to be expected of royalty, there was not much left in the family coffers to expend upon a fourth child, especially one without great prospects. So what did that make of his childhood?
One full of love, one bereft of great expectations. One that he did not appear to mind.
Time passed. The child grew up in body, yet did not change in mind. His mother worried as mothers would. His father hardly registered his existence, as any king would. The blood of heroes did not give rise to anything spectacular, and still, his magic only aligned with a single, pitiful element. Perhaps this was what allowed his delinquency to go unpunished? Or perhaps the battle for the crown was simply so consuming that his elder siblings and his dearest mother wanted for him something different?
Or perhaps it was the fate ascribed to him by the Wise God, He Who Dwells Within the Lunar Sea?
If a Prince had no place in the world, let him be a Knight, so that he may at least stand guard in a solitary keep, overlooking a seldom-touched plains.
So Prince Rossweine Lupus Grayle joined the many prospective candidates who sought to earn the glory of becoming a Royal Knight. And for all his listless apathy, the results of his first duel had some…undesirable consequences.
“The Knight King’s blood must truly run in his veins! Look at how he forced his foe to kneel without once striking back!”
Other Information
He fights in the equipment of a standard knight, with a shield in one hand and a longsword in the other.
He smells of spring and snowmelt, and does not sweat easy. Prefers quick, cold ablutions over warm baths.
He is soft-spoken and restrained, with a preference towards ambiguous, noncommittal phrasing.
He received a noble's education, which includes hunting, pensmanship, and the sixty-four standard ballroom dances that emerge in noble society. In the absence of servants to aid him in doing so, he cannot actually put on any of his clothes, so subsequently prefers buttonless, laceless attire.
Was also wondering, Fey. In the General Interest Thread, you said that you were looking for a group of 1-3 other RPers, with a maximum of maybe 5. Are you sticking with that?
Was also wondering, Fey. In the General Interest Thread, you said that you were looking for a group of 1-3 other RPers, with a maximum of maybe 5. Are you sticking with that?
Probably not. There's been a LOT more interest than expected, but I've had good feedback and ideas from people so far, and a lot of people linking characters together in interesting ways, so I feel like I'll probably expand it to somewhere around 6-8 total players if need be, so as not to lose any of that. This may still mean that some people's sheets end up rejected, though, simply because I don't think I can run a compelling plot and keep things moving along if things get spread too thin.
Also, love your character, and the way you fleshed out stuff around the royal family. I think he'll fit in wonderfully with the rest of this squad of lovable weirdos!
@Izurich Sorry it took me so long to respond. Only just got back from work. I'd say that's... probably more trouble than it's worth for you, to be honest? Like, I really don't want to reveal much info on my character's backstory because plot stuff, so having them be related, even unknowingly, would probably leave you sort of high and dry as far as knowing even what your family history is. I'm really sorry to be so uncooperative on this, but honestly, I'd sooner suggest just making your character appear how you want and not worry too much about justifying the images looking similar or whatever. >_<
Since a number cap has been mentioned, I wanted to poke my head in and say hi. I've been working with Feyblue over PM to iron out a few ideas, since I didn't originally chime in on the first interest check, and I hope it's okay to jump in like this since it seemed like you guys did a good bit of group-brainstorming in the check. I'll be posting my submission for a Character Sheet once it's been thoroughly finalized, and would welcome feedback from the other players!
Just wanted to pop in and say that this looks awesome! Gorgeous world, cool lore (I'm a sucker for some good lore), and that CS is a thing of beauty! I won't be putting in an application since it looks like you have plenty of eager people already, I'm rather late to the party, and my plate is quite full at the moment anyways. However, if you get any drops or ever find yourself looking for some new players in the future, don't forget this post and drop me a DM. Godspeed and happy storytelling!
