[CHAR] Fear No Evil (High Casual-Low Advanced)

[FallenTrinity]

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[Ghost Queen]

Michael Reinhardt

"Anything worth having, is worth fighting for."

Name:
Michael Reinhardt

Alias:
None

Age:
36

Height:
6'4

Weight:
225 lbs

Eyes:
Hazel

Hair Color:
Dirty blond

Build:
Heavily muscled but noticeably endomorphic, that is to say he has a healthy layer of fat around it.

Marks:
Ancestral runes from the Old Country that are important to the Reinhardt family, many have accused him of Pagan hearsay much to his chagrin.

Faction:
Teutonic Knights

Bio:
In truth, besides his history with the Society for Creative Anachronism and participation in the Armored Combat League, Michael hasn't lived a very interesting life. He has spent most of it working jobs of labor, building houses and such. However he was always fond of knights, of tales of battle and glory as men fought against men in the heat of war. This coupled with his distaste of modern firearms lead him to the SCA at an early age. It was here that he really felt alive, people just talking, feasting, and fighting all in one place. From here, he just flourished into his own. But fast forward about two decades and we end up here.

At those first moments when all Hell broke loose, Micheal knew nothing but fear and panic. He just didn't know what to do. Everything he once doubted had come to confront him in his own home and it all boiled down to... "Well...Shit." Like many he found a rough solace in the local church, the "Demons" generally leaving the place alone with only the most stubborn getting anywhere near the door. However whatever little peace was shattered with the screams of a woman. She was being torn apart, everyone could see it, but what drew Michael's eye was the child that tried to run away, falling over himself in fear and grief. The only thing going through Micheal's mind was "By God, it's going to kill him," and somehow that was the final straw. In a fit of rage he grabbed a heavy golden cross and charged out of the church, in the moment his life didn't matter as long as he could save the kid. Just before the beast could pounce onto the boy, Micheal struck. The heavy cross felt good to swing, it was satisfying to hear the head crunch under the blow, and it never stopped feeling as good as he stuck it again and again until there was nothing left of the head but paste.

The kid didn't leave Micheal's side at all while they stayed there, always looking at him with awe when he wasn't in the throes of mourning. Soon after the event, the Preacher came to Micheal with an offer.

Personality:
A generally grim and stoic man in the face of extinction, Micheal is nonetheless a careing man deep down. There is nothing more he wants to do than go back in time where he could laugh with friends and maybe ask out that girl who tended the bar he frequented. However now is not the time for regrets and he soldiers on. Micheal's moral compass is a strong grey tinged white, for doing the right thing isn't always the lawful thing and he is always willing to turn a blind eye to a man stealing food to feed family. In addition he completely detests the idea of doing horrible actions "For the Great Good", believing that should we start sacrificing people left and right that we might as well just roll over and die. Winning this war shouldn't come at the cost of our Humanity.

Weapons:
A 51 inch bastard sword made from S7 Shock Resistant Tool Steel, blessed by the Vatican.
An iron shield emblazoned with a black cross
Not a weapon per say, but Micheal has kept that gold cross strapped to his hip.

Armor:
Blessed plate mail on top of a suit of chain mail, heavy but very effective protection.

Horse name and appearance: A large black Clydesdale simply known as "Horse". This beast is mostly for burden as Micheal doesn't actually know how to ride a horse all the well, let alone ride one into battle. It is notable that Horse is solid black with only a single white patch of fur in between its eyes shaped vaguely like a diamond.

[Polaris North]

Warren

Warren Archen Telavius

In Armor

Casual

Alias: Deadshot
Age: 30
Appearance: Warren stands around 5'9" and weighs 165 lbs. He is visible muscles, but he's not as big as a body builder. After all, he needed to be fast but strong enough to get out of a pinch. He has dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes which is usually covered with glasses when he's in casual mode. He has many whip scars on his back, looks pretty deep even now that it has healed. There are other scars on his chest and abdomen but they look more like knife scars than whips. No one knows for sure since he doesn't share much about it.

Faction: Et pertingens ore dei

Bio: Warren was an orphan, left at the door of one Templar when he was just a baby. It was understandable that he was trained to become one of them, part of the Order. The blonde was quite a natural when it came to archery so they majored him on that. He was taught a lot of holy things and was taught not to give in to vices. He understood everything really, knew how to preach the Word of God not through words but through actions. He first started at the Templar Knights. He did quite a fine job there and soon enough inducted to the Et pertingens ore dei after a few years of service.

Although there weren't really too many orders for him and he was given free reign over his life. But he was ordered to try and exterminate any of the demons he could see and convert people to do good things. And so there he is, a bartender in the local bar, helping out stressed out people. The bar itself is pretty normal. Just a couple of drinks here and there so it isn't really anything bad.

There are times where he would be called up to do something. Dangerous things. He would often risk his life in a mission. He majored more on sneaking around and taking down people. Organizations, demon groups, thugs, he had a lot of blood on his hands and that isn't even all of them. He would often get a carrier pigeon instead of mail for his job. He would memorize it then burn it, leaving no trace.

Personality: Most wouldn't see him as the type to fight since he is naturally good-natured and fun to be around. He loves helping other people despite his intimidating neutral aura. He would often laugh with people. He absolutely loves kids and would often fabricate stories of people fighting off demons. Fabricated stories about the Templars fighting off these monsters with the holy light that has been given to them by God. People often thinks that he's just preaching the word of God to kids so everyone took him with a grain of salt. No one knew that what he was talking about was actually real.

There are some priests who he detests so much. Those priests who uses their title to do something horrible. He would often tell this to the head in Vatican City, through letters. After all, he was working undercover to find these kinds of people. Scum aren't only found in the streets.

Weapons: A bow that has been said to be blessed by a holy figure back in the time. His name has not been given to Warren, or any of the previous holders of the bow. It is said to be that it vanquishes evil with only one swift strike and helps the wielder of the bow (should they be worthy) with aiming at the most vital points but none of the archers are sure if this is true or if they're just skilled. A short sword hanging from his side.

Armor: [See picture above] Blessed by the church, the armor is pretty sturdy. Although underneath it is an old reliable chainmail, given that most of their enemies use swords, this was just right. The bracers and grieves are actually made of light but durable metal which is good for protecting and stealth/speed.

[Rogue Colm]

Cecelia Magdalia

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Name: Cecelia Magdalia

Alias: Siver Shadow

Age: 22

Appearance: Cecelia stands at 5'5" with cool-silver hair that, when she's not wearing her hood, flows down just past her shoulders. Cecelia will tell you that her weight is "none of your business," but is actually 135. Cecelia has some scars on her stomach from her past...
Faction: EPOD

Bio: Cecelia was raised across the street from the house. Being so so close and a natural explorer, Cecelia would wander around it looking at everything. In her early teens, Cecelia found a bit of wall that wasn't flush with the rest, so she tugged on it to see if it was loose- and it was. Behind the door laid weapons of the medieval age- swords, axes, maces- along with an odd set of blades. It looked like they'd fit over your fingers. From behind her, Cecelia hears "so you finally found it," The Bishop of the church noted. "We knew you were a curious girl, but we didn't think you'd be sneaking about the church at this hour." Cecelia smirked. After this encounter, the Bishop recruited Cecelia into Et Pertingens Ore Dei, a secret to those of the church outside this group, and since then, Cecelia works covert missions, when they needed a general from Hell to "disappear", or a small camp of demons to be cleared. Cecelia's skillset was one of stealth and infiltration, so getting behind enemies and taking out high-ranking enemies was her specialty.
Personality: Cecelia is quiet an unassuming, though once she's found someone who will talk to her as a friend, you can't get her to stop talking, unless she's on a mission. Even though she's easily attached to people who are friendly to her, Cecelia stays her distance when first meeting others.

Weapons: Cecelia has two blessed-blades worn on her fingers used when she needs to be inconspicuous or not raise concerns. Cecelia will also sometimes wear two daggers on her hips.

Armor: Under her jacket, Cecelia usually has a chainmail shirt, but otherwise, she'll use either no armor or a disguise.

[ICanBeAnyone]

Paloma

Paloma Sanchez
Age 30
Appearance: Paloma looks good for her age, mostly it is due to the training. She has scars on her hands and arms from accidents with blunted weapons in training, and an actual knife fight or three. She's a bit on the small side 5'3 and roughly 110 lbs depending on the day.
Faction: EPOD
Bio: When she was young she used to joke about coming from a very Catholic family, one where they believed the devil was real and the creature that lived under your bed. She bemoaned the fact that her Great Grandmother refused to accept Vatican II as a legitimate dogma. It wasn't until after her Grandma passed when she was 15 that she even heard a mass in English. To this day she still covers her head in prayer, and doesn't eat meat on any Friday. She had considered joining a convent, but she decided young she wanted to marry and raise her children as warriors as well.

Weapons/Armor: Her weapon of choice is a broad sword passed down through the women of her line. Her armor is thin chainmail worn under leather and metal plate

She can ride, but she isn't particular about her mount. The nice thing about being small is she can comfortably ride anything from a Shetland pony to a Percheron mix.

[Fetzen]

Dalca Dumitrescu

Dalca Dumitrescu

Age

30

Appearance

Lean but quite muscular and curvy, she stands at 5'8 and was weighed in at 150 pounds. Her face appears rather soft though, with prominent lips of a rather faded red color. Eyes are blue and striking, her hairs are a bit curly, but certainly not the longest and of an intense, dark-brown tone. Her skin is of a bright complexion and almost free of imperfections so far.

Faction

Ladies of Mary

Biography

The Dumitrescus are a noble family that once were situated in the romanian heartland, that is Transylvania. Of course this is no longer the case due to demonic infestation in Eastern Europe, but most of their members were able to relocate to other, smaller residences further west. It is a family tradition that many of their ranks join those of the secret templar society.

This also holds true for Dalca, the third-youngest member of the bloodline. Born 1986, the young lady became introduced to those of Mary from very early onwards, but didn't officially become a member and pick up training until she had finished elementary school. Parallel to her progress as a warrior, she was provided with a noticeable amount of advanced education by the means of a private teacher. Usually you still had to be prepared for making a perfectly ordinary living, even as a templar.

As long as there was no demon invasion, she was a politician. Her career started at an age of 22 as a humble member of the local city council, but she made progress. When the demonic invasion set off - thereby making pretty much all of her education irrelevant in a sudden strike - she was of country-wide relevance in Romania.

Dalca was positively tested for being able to execute the Dance of Gabriel at an age of 21, thereby finally becoming a full member and received her individual gear from the Vatican. From there onwards there wasn't much of a progess in ranks though - for a lack of enemies one could prove oneself against.

Personality

Valca is strong willed, knowing that there are only few in the ordinary ranks that she has to accept defeat in terms of education and training. That doesn't mean that she is unfriendly, on the contrary: Her nobility is something she is very well aware of that it shouldn't count anything in her business. As for her thinking, the translated meaning of her name probably is an accurate description: 'lightning'. She is very disciplined and keeps herself in shape by a strict training program she has obligated herself to.

Weapons

Dalca uses a small, one-handed crossbow. To boost the efficacy of the bolts fired (that normally would lack a bit of penetration power), she usually applies one of the many substances to them that her faction is used to. The other hand can deal quite a punch on close range - this claw-like shaping of her gauntlet has not been designed for a decorative purpose.

Armor

She wears a combination of light leather and additional metal plating for the body parts that are most prone of being hit.

Mount

A swift Carmague horse named 'Atlas'. They are always gray and rather small, but sturdy.

Seis Dumitrescu

Seis Dumitrescu

Age

25

Appearance

Seis' skin is of a complexion a bit darker than that of his elder sister. He keeps a halfway dense and rather bright beard at a steady length around his jaw and lips. A deep scar runs across the right side of his face, telling the onlooker that at least once in his life he had been very close to loosing half his eyesight. His hair is short and almost black. Just like Dalca, he is quite athletic, but on a dramatically larger scale: Due to events he faced when he was still growing, he stands at a staggering 7'10 to 7'11, depending if he's in bed or standing upright. It's easy to guess that with huge size comes weight: He's almost three times his sister at 438 pounds.

Faction

Templar Knights

Biography

Seis is Dalca's 'little' brother, being five years younger than her. Since the Ladies of Mary only accept females, he couldn't follow her, but instead - with quite a bit of pressure from behind - joined the Templar Knights at a similar age. Not only in this way their paths divert: He too was subjected to elementary school and subsequently not only one, but multiple private teachers. They tried to force a decent bit of knowledge about physics and mathematics into him, but the defenses he put up were impervious to many of their attempts. What little success was made was sufficient only for noticing that he, in theory, would be very talented at it.

He somewhat evolved into the black sheep, showing signs of his sister having sucked all of the potential for discipline out of the familiy's heritage and not leaving much left for him. Seis is aware that he won't go up much in the ranks of the templars with his kind of attitude, but he doesn't feel the need to. He wins his own crusades: In the taverns, against the beer and all those people who want to drink it before he can. His reputation as a rascal is no accident.

To his defense it has to be added that he had five years less to prepare for what has stricken the world and that he has faced some problems noone else in his family had to: During his early youth, he developed a brain tumor that was producing an excessive amount of growth hormone, overriding normal genetic programming. When the problem had finally been fixed, the condition of fully-fledged giantism had already set in. It forced Seis and his trainers to make major adaptions to his style of fighting. Effectively it was a setback by another three to four years that even Dalca wasn't able to compensate completely by secretly giving him additional lectures about what she has learned.

Personality

Seis is very intelligent, but so far, he has successfully prevented himself from being given much of the theoretical tools to actually use it, which is why is more tempted to utilize his mind for making jokes and comments about almost everyone and everything. He's light-hearted, but not very disciplined. It is not that uneasy to frighten him as he lacks a bit of mental stability.

Weapons

One might be tempted to think that you could just grab the very biggest warhammer in the arsenal and put it into Seis' hands to play with, but nature is cruel to very large objects, especially when they're caught in gravity. In an absolute measure, the amount of muscle in his body is of course nothing short of enormous, but so is the entire body that has to be moved. He sits at the shorter end of especially long levers that are his limbs, while his enemies have the longer end facing towards them. In most situations, this reduces the amount of effective strength he can deliver to a mediocre value. There can be situations where he can go in and literally crush enemies in a style that likely is unique to him, but as long as this doesn't happen he has to stick to more humble weaponry: Daggers, throwing knifes, a sword.

Armor

In combat, he's completely covered in a green-brownish suit made out of thick leather, partially in multiple layers stacked onto each other. There was metal added to it for reinforcement, but the amount is comparatively small. It does give the entire thing a great, golden look however. The leather has been blessed by the Vatican.

Mount

He takes what is available. That is... if someone is actually willing to give him.

[FoxFire]

Aziz Demir

Name:Aziz Demir
Age:33
Appearance: Aziz is a tall man at 198cm, however, he doesn't result imposing thanks to his rather silent and passive demeanour combined with his lack of bulk and muscle. Apart from his wide shoulders, he is lanky to the point of sometimes looking severely underweight, and, at 80kg., that might not be far from the truth. All of this comes to reinforce his insecure and mistrustful facial expression in showing that he might not be the most reliable of people for confronting danger face to face. This isn't as true as it might appear.
Faction: Templar Knight.
Bio: Aziz was born in Turkey at an date except for the year, one or other conflict resulted in the death of his parents and the creation of yet another orphan... however, the only memento he carries from that time is his name as he was too young to really remember anything. He luckily was adopted by a Caribbean family before he was two years old. He states that his life started from that moment onwards and not before. Often people who learn of his history launch themselves at the chance of showing empathy for that part of his life; empathy he doesn’t share or care for beyond being annoying. As it was mentioned before, the only piece of that past that is important for him is his name.
His childhood wasn’t poor but the limited standard of living experienced by Aziz left him with a deep appreciation of austerity and practicality. Ideologically his new family, the Castillo, were pretty open and practised a syncretic branch of Catholicism which incorporated many elements from traditional beliefs and rituals. His interest was more academic though, in contrast with his four siblings, who followed the example outlined by his parents. This is what led a teenager Aziz into the field of alchemy.
A prodigy in what was considered a dead and demystified field, he managed to create true changes that contradicted some basic principles of chemistry. Intrigued and somewhat afraid, he contacted the local pastor of his small community, Father Juan Rosas. A friend of his told a friend and so on the news came to the ears of an important member of the Templars. He was soon recruited and found his second passion in the field of demonology, both Christian and from other religions.
He has spent these last fifteen years involved in studying over practicing, but contrary to what might be expected, he has some natural talent for fighting. A talent that he has left latent and to rust, only conforming with being average in the battlefield and, on the other hand, a high authority in the deep realms of what was hoped to be mostly mythology.
Time has changed his views from the Caribbean syncretism he was raised with and “depurated” them, making those differences in the theology more of an academic interest than a spiritual one. He is liberal in his faith and others’ because of this monumental change in his view of his creed.
Until this day he has never bothered to know the meaning of his name nor the name of his biological parents.
Personality: Aziz is mistrustful and hard to approach. He is a dedicated person to what he loves or if an intellectual challenge presents itself. However, any aura that he might have had of scholar is broken by his constant nervousness and only apparent need of self-confidence. He is always fidgeting of pacing around the room and if he isn’t doing this he is most likely a million kilometres away in the deep pond of his mind while doing a repetitive activity such as sharpening a sword or axe.
He doesn’t respect authority that isn’t earned and is wary fanaticism, believing that a good believer must be constantly questioning both his faith and motivations.
Weapons: He prefers not to face an enemy in close quarters but if it is inevitable his weapon of choice falls under the category of a large Zweilhänder. Failing that, he carries twin poisoned daggers and a myriad of potions.
Armor:Aziz choice of armour is a light one that hinders his movements as little as possible.
He prefers no horse in specific as he doesn’t ride as often in one as an average Templar.

[FallenTrinity]

@Ghost Queen@Polaris North@Rogue Colm@ICanBeAnyone@Fetzen@FoxFire

Are you all still interested in this?

[Polaris North]

We're still working on the colab.