[OOC] Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

[harinezumikouken]

I'm waiting on three more people to post before I update again.

@VitaVitaAR

Those three are?

[Athoriel]

Would it be alright if I joined this RP with a low born Squire character. I've been following it for a bit and it looks like some good fun.

[Themerlinhawk]

She's waiting on me i think, and possibly MR

[Raineh Daze]

I wonder if Julianna is overthinking other peoples' actions? xD

[VitaVitaAR]

@Athoriel: That would be fine.

@harinezumikouken: Miscounted, just two people. ^^; @Themerlinhawk and @Monochromatic Rainbow.

[Themerlinhawk]

@VitaVitaARIm in the process, ill poke MR

[harinezumikouken]

@VitaVitaARIm in the process, ill poke MR

@Themerlinhawk

[Themerlinhawk]

Post is a bit smaller but it is done. Havent heard a Word from MR, she may have crashed since its midnight for her right now

[Athoriel]

Probably needs work, but here's a rough copy.

cs

Name: Rolan Thatcher
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Standing at just above 6'0", Rolan is a lean, but muscled fellow who walks about with a catlike grace. He possesses aquiline features with a nose that has been notably broken many a time, a mess of dirty blonde hair kept swept out of his face and hard grey eyes, like orbs of ice.

Personality: Rolan is by all means civil in manner, but painfully introspective of all he does in this company of living legends, outside the order and among the more familiar rabble of the common folk Rolan is a lot more unreserved in nature. He's suspicious and distrustful of strangers, however those of whom earn his trust will often find loyalty, he is also often given to thoughts of extreme courage and heroism but his grounded nature, grown from a life of harsh reality often curbs him away from such daring action.

Brief Backstory: Rolan was raised in the town of Alugaurd, a bustling community nestled in what is known as the 'Golden Valley' in the northern reaches of Velt. Life was hard but fair growing up on his family's farm, growing, harvesting and selling the golden yellow wheat from whence the valley got its name. But as he grew so too did his spirit grow in restlessness, slowly filling with a desire to seek and explore until finally he could take it no more, and then on one warm, summers night, he stole off into darkness with nothing more then a few coins and the clothes on his back.

By the time the sun had dawned and flooded the world with a soft orange light, Rolan had almost walked all the way to the next town and although he desired rest, he knew he must walk on around it, lest he be discovered and held captive til claimed by his parents, for although he was only 13 and would probably be sorely missed, he couldn't imagine his folks would be too upset with his leaving, being one less mouth to feed. That would have been the case were it not for the fact he had also taken with him a family heirloom, his Grandfathers helmet, which he wore tied to his waist as a suspicious bulk beneath his coat, so on he walked, stopping only briefly to eat beneath the shade of some boulders clustered around the foot of a nearby mountain. His travels continued on for some time, leaving behind him the valleys and foothills of his home until stretching out before him was scores of endless plains as far as the eye could see, however his adventure soon turned sour as he ran out of food and was forced to forage among the meager game of the plains. Starvation was all he knew for the following week, walking shorter and shorter distances each day until he grew too weak to continue, laying down to die against a moss covered stone that rested at a crossroads as his world turned black.

Strangely the life in him clung on and the light from the sun above filtered through his shut eyelids, stirring him to wakefulness, weakly he opened his eyes, the light suddenly becoming too harsh forcing him to squint as he teared up, blinking profusely to regain his vision. It was then that he noticed he was moving, the ground beneath him slowly swaying from side to side, his hands ran along the length of it and found it to be wood, somehow he had found himself on the back of a horse-drawn cart. For as luck would have it he had been found and rescued by an old veteran soldier by the name of Horace Longfellow, having come upon the boy Horace took pity upon him and helped him in his recovery. Initially planning on dropping him off at the next village along the way, Horace eventually took the young lad beneath his wing, finding within him a certain kinship he had never had, being childless and a widower. And so it was that Rolan found himself living in the capital city of Thaln, where he eventually joined the city guard, whilst under the tutelage of Horace and thanks to him, served with distinction for many years. It was due to his excellent record as a city guard that one of the resident Nobles took an interest in him, eventually endorsing and backing him in the Iron rose knights recruiting process, hoping to use him as a tool of influence within its ranks.

Equipment:

A plain steel long sword with a black, well worn leather grip; Held in a simple and unadorned sheath at his side.

A small oak kite shield with iron rims, painted with the Iron rose knight insignia.

A simple hunting bow, with a quiver of iron tipped arrows.

His grandfathers helmet, refitted for himself:

Hider

Boiled leather armor, with a plain white tunic beneath, embroided on the right breast is the Iron rose knight insignia:

Hider

Skills: He's deadly proficient with his long sword from years of practical use and from training under Horace, however his recent training under the Iron rose knights implements shields which has hindered his usual grace with a blade. He also possesses unnatural vigilance and very little need for sleep from years of being on watch whilst with the city guard, a handy skill while watching horses and tending fires as a squire for his knights. And having being somewhat scarred by his experience on the road, Rolan has ensured that he himself became a skilled hunter and forager so he'd never go too hungry on any travels again.

[FujiwaraPhoenix]

@Athoriel: I swear that your Owain picture here is waaay too coincidental. I can't imagine him as anyone but him now for some reason.
...
Well, personality aside, of course.

[harinezumikouken]

I really like him for some reason.

[Fenfeir]

Hello is this rp still open?

[harinezumikouken]

Hello is this rp still open?

@Fenfeir

I do believe so, submit a rough CS here for approval.

[Fenfeir]

Thanks is there any chance of a man of the cloth to join the knights?

[harinezumikouken]

Thanks is there any chance of a man of the cloth to join the knights?

@Fenfeir

I don't see why not. If you detail your character's backstory and intention enough, I'm sure Vita will approve of it. You thinking along the lines of a traveling priest/healer?

[Fenfeir]

Name :Spiro Gresky

Age:20

Gender: male

Race: human

Appearance: he has short blonde hair and silver eyes standing at a rather tall 6'1" and weighing 200lbs he has fair skin and prefers to wear his steel breastplate with a red cloak the symbol of reon emblazoned on his mantle and shield.he walks with his head held high and fears nothing ready to put everything on the line in the name of duty and justice

Personality: gentle and calm when dealing with friends and the common folk darkly humorous in the heat of battle he enjoys the company of others and a good drink he's playful and not afraid to say when he's been beaten or out of his league he enjoys a good fight he has a secret weakness for soft things

Bio: at an early age his family was attacked and saved by a reon priory having seen what they could do he joined the order of the sun goddess at an early age training and honing himself in both her holy light and the heat of battle he has several small skirmishes under his belt preferring to hold back his foes with his shield and strike when they tire. After spending his entire childhood and young adult life amongst the church he was ordained as a priest and a full fledged brother of the cloth he has only recently set out on his personal pilgrimage to help keep the people of his kingdom safe with his shield after a couple of weeks he came across the iron roses and asked to join their order to help keep the citizens of the realm safe from those who would harm them

Equipment: a large targe shield by the name of the Dawn Flower it's got a simple enchantment to produce light like a torch and is sturdier than normal steel.i ts roughly a 5' diameter shield with reons symbol of the sun emblazoned upon it

a short-hafted transfer for holding back mounted or charging foes

And a iron-hafted mace with a steel flanged head weighing roughly 8 lbs

Skills: he is highly trained in the art of defense able to bunker down against a line of enemies his shield bash is stronger than his thrust with the transfer his mace is more often used against heavily armored opponents because of the crushing power he is secretly a southpaw hence the destructive force of his shield bash he's a wonderful cook and enjoys making well tasting cheap dishes. Has minimal experience as a combat medic

@VitaVitaAR

[Fenfeir]

a brother of the reon church looking for the best way to help the people not quite a war priest of sorts

[Fenfeir]

Hehehe I just realized how hard that cleanup is going to be yikes

[Fenfeir]

@harinezumikouken my idea was originally a wandering priest yes but then I saw the opportunity to be a paladin of the holy light and my heart jumped for joy

[Athoriel]

@PKMNB0Y God forbid if I did give him the same personality, we have a colourful enough group as is.

@harinezumikouken well that's good :D