@W.K, Oh nice, that'll work well then. I'll get working on the character

A new character might enter the fray alongside Caelum and Garran. Anyone still have the link to the character Database?

It's somewhere on this site. In the off-topic discussion maybe?

Harbringer said
A new character might enter the fray alongside Caelum and Garran. Anyone still have the link to the character Database?

I put a link up on the first OOC post at the top.

First real post is up. I'm not even going to try and deal with all the individual plot threads until we find out who's still around and who isn't coming back, so for now use this opportunity to reset and return to Shade's manor if you wish. Everyone's first post can make mention of the previous day, but I'd like the bulk of the content to take place the following day, or day 2 of the Adalrich arc.

And remember, we're advanced now. Pinkies out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHhvZW37PhI/

Okay, so I'm assuming Fiora is being tracked right now?

Reaper said
Okay, so I'm assuming Fiora is being tracked right now?

Yes, although being recalled to the other side of the city is a good alibi should she need to "prove" that she wasn't there

I'll think of something.

I should have a post for Shade coming soon. I'll take some liberties with the group at the mansion to talk to Neon.

Posted and all my characters set up for whatever they need to do on the second day.

I'll figure out something for Daren. I have an entire city to play in after all..

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Name: Garran Versathalon

Nickname: Cap'n

Species: Human

Age: 22

Hair Color: White

Hair Style: Protrudes wildly from his scalp in a strange, flame-like fashion

Eye Color: Green

Skin Color: Tanned

Height: 6'3"

Body Build: Tall, wide shouldered, and definitely packed full of muscle

Clothing: While not wearing anything above the belt per say, Garran drapes his (Stolen) royal purple captain's coat over his shoulders, and lets it flap in the wind. A thick strap of studded leather is wrapped diagonally across his body, and provides the only piece of armour on his torso. A large black eyepatch covers his right eye, which was lost in a boarding action early in his career. For pants, he chooses to wear loose fitting white trousers, held up by several strips of cloth and a fraying leather belt. On top of his thighs, he wears leather lamellar armour with steel plates woven on. Accompanying his jacket is a royal purple fauld that he keeps tied around his waist. For footwear, Garran prefers a pair of thick leather boots that help to keep him anchored on the ship's deck, though when hes on land, he chooses a lighter variety.

Physical Quirks:
* He's got a sweet eyepatch
* Very tall for a human
* Very muscular
* Freakishly strong, so much so that he can compete with Rolnak

Background: A pirate captain operating out of Boaz, he and his crew is known for its rowdiness and amusing antics. While the authorities hate them because of their pirating activities, and always endeavor to catch them when they're in town, he and his crew always manage to get in, get supplies from their secret dealers, and get out while making odd faces at the authorities. Yes, but while he is hated by the authorities, he is loved by the public. His roguish image and lust for adventure, among other things, puts him first and foremost in many a fair maiden's heart, while his deep coffers and ale-hungry crew puts him first and foremost in a merchant's. So much so that many send small offerings of ale in an attempt to attract his attention. Not that he cares. He's just getting free ale for no reason that he cares for.

Born the son of a pirate captain and a tavern wench, it was inevitable that he would grow into the life of piracy on the high seas. Though the days were rough and his education harsh, he still found it entertaining, and wouldn't have life any other way. Growing into adolescence, he started to sit with the men during meals and sing their bawdy songs while drinking watered down grog, trying to imitate the rough men around him. During actual combats, he was hidden in a chest in the coffers, so that there would be less of a chance of being discovered. There he would sit in darkness until the booming and clash of metal stopped.

One day, Garran emerged from his hiding chest to see the face of the pirates, but they were all grim faced. One of them beckoned to him, and he followed wordlessly. There lay his father against the wall of his cabin, blood leaking out of a wound in his left side. Calling him to his side, his last words were that he was to take over the family business. Being barely 14 at the time, Garran had no idea what to do, but the crew slowly nurtured him like his father would have, teaching his navigation, how to issue orders, how to steer the ship, as well as combat. Excelling in all those field, Garran soon started to take over the ship on his own. Under his leadership, his ship, the 'Bleak Dawn' became one of the most famous ships in the region of Dumont. It was to his joy when he found a wanted poster bearing his name, not something that most people would have wanted, but to him, it was a milestone.

His policy, however, was different from his father. Where he would have nothing to do with the villages, deeming them too poor, Garran approached them under the flag of peace, and negotiated with them, establishing secret trade and information routes which warned them about incoming navies and restocked them with supplies. Occasionally, a young lad would want to join in their crew, and Garran would take them on. Along with estab lishing his spy and supply network, Garran also started to save the villages.

While the authorities blow up their public image to be that of an infernal menace that plagues the coast of Dumont and her cities, they tend to gloss over his humanitarian aspects. It was he who transported several heads of cattle to a small village to save them from starvation. It was he and his crew that assisted in the defense of merchants against other pirates (Usually for a cut of the profits). But most of all, it was he who gathered several pirates to reinforce the Human navy when they were under attack from other pirates which threatened to take Boaz. They owed him. They just didn't want to admit it. And Garran didn't care. He was just having fun evading the authorities during his brief resupply visits.

Extra: Talks in a rather...strange manner that seems very common on the high seas.

After making friends with an eccentric inventor, Garran received his now trademark weapon: An anchor chained to a stick. On the press of the button, the chain would be released, and the anchor would go flying outwards like a giant fishing hook or a flail. The heavy weight of this weapon might explain his freakish strength...Upon another press of this button, the anchor wold retract.

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Name: Caelum Adalbern
Nickname: Hermit
Species: Seraphim
Age: 21
Hair Color: Lilac
Hair Style:
Short, shoulder length hair that is unkempt and naturally messy.
Eye Color:
Violet
Skin Color:
Pale
Height:
5’9”
Body Build:
Thin and wiry, with almost no muscle at all

Clothing:
A thick, navy blue robe with ornate gold gilding and an overbearing hood which shadows the majority of his face. A cape of midnight black is thrown over his shoulders, hiding his skinny frame and giving him great bulk, while he is physically very weak. His hand, however, are always covered in black leather gloves.

Physical Quirks:
He skin is unnaturally unscarred and smooth, although what remains under his hands can be anyone’s guess. However, an experiment early on in his life left the top half of his face paralyzed. While he can still blink, he can no longer show any expression from the nnose upwards, so that any genuine smiles always seem mocking and sardonic.

Weapons:
Grimoire, Rune cards and Rune magic

Background:
Rune magic is a very specialized field of magic. It has both the potential to be a great, destructive force, and also a benevolent healing power. Both ends of the spectrum, however have the same thing in common. The spells take a greater amount of time than can be achieved alone on a battlefield. While there are spells that can be quickly cast in the field, the strength of rune magic remains in preparation, and that preparation needs time, time which a mage does not have in the chaos of combat. It is for this reason that any of the few rune mages employed in the military are left to organize defenses, and so it should come as no surprise that the capital of Aldarich is heavily guarded by rune mages and their many, many traps, each layer more deadly and complicated to unseal than the last.

Caelum is the son of a pair of researchers who specialized in Rune Magicks, devoting their entire lives to improving that art for the sake of progress. They created powerful spells as they tried different rune combinations, some harmless, and even beneficial sometimes, others being so destructive that even the Council, the ruling body of the Seraphim, took interest for purposes of war and defense. Caelum, like his parents, had an insatiable curiosity to see what would happen when one did something or other to another thing, which, of course, led to many strange results, including one memorable occasion where he accidentally created an all-consuming mass of goo which ate a lot of their assets…and was subsequently researched as a possible weapon by the Council.

Eventually, as Rune Magic became slightly more popular as a school of magic, Caelum’s parent’s were called to the capital to act as professors in various schools of magic, meaning that they could no longer perform experimentation themselves without blowing half of the city to pieces in the event of an accident. Caelum, considering himself an independent adult now that he was 15, asked to stay behind so he could continue on with his experimentation. His parents were hesitant, but after much urging and reassurance, they allowed him to stay alone, sending him funds every month to sustain him.

Taking advantage of his newfound independence, Caelum experimented tirelessly, trying to figure out the secrets of rune magic as combined, deconstructed, arranged and destroyed runes just to see what would happen. It would on the ill fated night of his 19th birthday that he would lose the control of his facial muscles and, while healing magic was able to restore the bottom half of his face, his top half was forever relaxed into a strange, glazed look, although he retained the ability to blink and move his eyeballs. Still, this did not faze him as he continued with his experiment, and, in fact, it drove him to try and found out why the upper part of his face remained incurable, which was when he started to research Feralism.

Of course, as a learned member of Seraphim society, Caelum knew about Ferals and the ‘threat’ they posed, but he had never given it any thought until he stumbled across it in one of his great ancestors’ musty old tomes. According to that book, his grandfather, who had passed away oh so recently, had been researching a way to halt, and maybe even reverse the process. Enthralled by his research notes, Caelum read deeper and deeper, until he realised that the seraphim’s noble endeavour had slowly been perverted from its original purpose. Talk of progress gave way to hybridisation, and Caelum slowly grew more and more disenchanted by his grandfather’s words. Taking note of all his grandfather’s actual research, including the grisly part about daeva hybridisation, Caelum started to research the topic on his own, in a way, continuing grandfather Adalbern’s research before they turned into the ravings of a madman.

Years later, Caelum’s crowning achievement is his ability to temporarily reverse the physical effects of the feralisation process, meaning that while the body would still look humanoid, the mind would stay corrupted. He considered this something of an achievement as he wrote down in his own Grimoire, but it was still not enough. The process was costly and painful, for both the caster and the recipient (theoretically at least), and he didn’t even have any confirmation on whether it worked. Now, he remains in his little house, trying to figure out a way to slow down the process of feralism. He has had little contact with the outside world, apart from the occasional visit from a certain pirate…

Extra: Lives alone in a house on a mountain spire on the outskirts of Adalrich. Rune magic specializes in healing and boosting allies in combat, as well as traps, although it still has powerful offensive capabilities.

Your images don't show up. Though it might be because I'm on mobile

Garrans image for some reason doesn't work.

This one, right?
http://i.imgur.com/1pcuTdG.jpg

Have we been able to get in contact with everyone at this point? I IMed Pum but I don't know that the message ever got through.

Pum responded in the oldtower thread just before the site went down, so I assume she's not far behind. Otherwise we should have almost everyone. Were missing demonbbq, but I can contact him again.

Well everyone I've managed to contact is already here

Thanks for the link bacon. Glad to be back. I just hafta find wherever the hell I put Gerome's info and then try to remember what he was up to :p

Gerome was trying to hire Lunar for a hit on his dear old dad the council member (I... forget which one) using a family crest he acquired (I don't think he knows yet the old man in the library was his dad). His CS might be in the character database I was able to resurrect (see the first post of the OOC for the link)

I should probably work on my post soon