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

[cloudystar]

Okay then, I'll try to think of something else but along the original character idea...though no eastern influence XD

[cloudystar]

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

Pholus Ranson

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

[VitaVitaAR]

I'm a bit worried about the lack of skill for a knight, even if he uses other stuff.

[cloudystar]

@VitaVitaAR
lol that's why he's going to train and learn more...if that's allowed

[harinezumikouken]

@VitaVitaAR, @cloudystar - Oh, he's a cutie.

[cloudystar]

@harinezumikouken

lol thanks, just waiting for a response to see if there's anything else i should work on...so yeah

[VitaVitaAR]

Normally, I'm not accepting or declining bios this late, but I'm not tired at all.

I'd say he should probably already be in the knights, at least, as well, though. Even as a very new recruit.

[cloudystar]

Thank you boss sir lol, hopefully this trickster wouldn't disappoint! I'll try to join soon if you guys don't mind.

Oh and permission to post character in character chat or not yet still?

[chukklehed]

Kitchen Adventures

[pugbutter]

ha ha ha normies

[cloudystar]

@pugbutter
lol can't wait to see your idea

[VitaVitaAR]

@cloudystar: Go ahead and put him in the characters tab.

[cloudystar]

cool can't wait to RP! might join now-ish XD

[pugbutter]

@pugbutter
lol can't wait to see your idea

@cloudystar

got rejected ;/ you would've liked it though

"normal" character incoming

[cloudystar]

lol can't wait to see. my guy is newest in characters list

[Raineh Daze]

Not to put too fine a point on it, but...

It would probably be better to assume that they'd already joined? There's no reason for every new character to manually apply when it can just be assumed they've been in the background. Don't need padding.

Especially because this is basically dinner or later. Not really a time of day to be walking up like that... >_>

[cloudystar]

@Raineh Daze
lol that would make sense....should probably edit my response then

[pugbutter]

(The other player will probably apply his nobleman tonight.)

• Name: Gütta Grimslocke
• Age: Early to mid-forties
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Appearance: His forehead is too large, his brow too low-hanging like an overripe, hairy fruit. His pale eyes, stricken with stormy madness, are submerged in their sockets where dark bruise-like rings surround them. He's a shorter man on average, and only barely stocky enough in his build to hold his own against most trained opponents.
  
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• Personality:
  
  "The only reason a warrior is alive is to fight, and the only reason a warrior fights is to win."
  ~Miyamoto Musashi
  
  
  Gütta hides his vulgar past and his contempt for worthless idealism behind a steely mask of stoicism. Rarely speaking and smiling even less,—though ample smirking is inevitable—he keeps his head down, his mouth shut, and his feet quick and obedient. That head, of course, is the first thing he protects in signs of danger, caring little for the welfare of allies in the first heat of war. Although he is not known ever to have deserted, no one who knows him well (of whom few Knights can be counted) would say it seems beneath him.
  
  Being a small man in stature has forced Gütta to adapt accordingly in war: he fights dirty. His signature weapon, the poleaxe, keeps larger opponents at a distance, and through the years he has learned to strike the perfect balance between stupid courage and unseemly cowardice. In battle he will hold well enough against enemy lines, but few people if any will mark him as a particularly heroic or intrepid specimen. His eyes gleam brighter at thoughts of gold and good liquor than of honor, valor, and duty to realms and deities.
  
  These adaptations have translated too into his personality; he is observant, listening more than he speaks and watching more than he confronts. He is quick to chart people and their motivations, but quicker still to avoid rivalries and profitless conflicts.
  
  He respects powers which are immediate; punishment which is swift and severe. Mercy to him is for people brave enough to start their battles but too weak to end them. This above all is why he admires, and serves, the young nobleman with the white hair.
• Brief Backstory: He's tried every dishonorable profession at least once; mudlark, cutpurse, burglar, extortionist, coin-clipper, assassin. Such are the symptoms when desperation infects a man. The scars he carries on his body and in his ego are the proof however that he wasn't made of subtle, sneaky stuffs; one too many floggings soured his appetite for that work. Nay, where he excelled was mercenary work, where he clawed his way through the slapdash ranks by being the smartest, the toughest, and sometimes, startlingly, the most articulated of the bunch.
  
  Only he and the lord themselves know how he came to serve that young boy. Why Gütta respects him, fears him, and even likes him becomes evident soon enough, but when asked for his real raison d'être, Gütta simply says, "He saved me." He acts something like the boy's bodyguard and confidant, although he has too little to teach him to act as a proper mentor or father-figure.
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• Skills: Combat (mêlée; armed battle, dueling, and pugilism), drinking, gambling (cards and dice), riding, falconry. He throws knives and practices archery, but only for fun, carrying neither into war. He has a sharp eye for counterfeit coins versus genuine mints. Although he only barely knows how to read, his handwriting is exquisite and he has taken to calligraphy as a hobby. He possesses the skills and tools of a barber, cutting his own hair, shaving his own face, and even performing minor surgeries like lancing boils and excavating shrapnel wounds.
  
  He wants to learn magic, even if only minor spells of convenience (e.g. starting fires more easily) are within his grasp; nevertheless the Arcane eludes him.

[cloudystar]

lol that snoz, first person I think of:
Gavin Free of Rooster Teeth

[pugbutter]

[double post disregard]