[CHAR] The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

[ArenaSnow]

Please stick your CS into the OOC first, the drop it in here when accepted. If it's got larger images feel free to stick it in a hider, but I don't consider that a requirement.

NPC's will get a mention here with a short description, along with any important roleplay details, but I'm leaving them largely open to interpretation. Most of the time.

Caravan Master - an old, limping, rough and somewhat unpleasant fellow with a record for getting people up north in very good time and having survived trips through weather many don't dare tempt.
Caravan Master's Horse - I figured the poor sod needed a mention somewhere. He's almost as old as the caravan master and twice the pain in the ass.

[xChrome]

Name: Jameson

Age: is 21, looks 21

Description: Jameson is your typical, run of the mill cowboy-type character, wearing a cowboy hat and a dark long overcoat. He is of average build and height, slightly bearded. He believes in travelling light and sufficient so he carries around a canteen, a knife and machete and 2 flintlock pistols (better safe than sorry he says). He looks worn from all the travelling but has the look of determination of a young man.

Gender: Male

Personality: Jameson keeps to himself most of the time but is a friendly guy who believes that travellers should help each other whenever possible, especially during times like these. However, he wasn't born yesterday and knows when someone is being "overly appreciative" of his kindness. He hates evil of all kind and will do his best to stop them whenever he comes across them in his travels even if it means bending over backwards at times.

Backstory: Jameson is from a land way down south, however he spent most of his adult years travelling and seeking a more meaningful life than tending to the livestock back home. He travelled to many places and has seen many things, but never did he leave the safety and familiarity of his own land. After hearing news of a caravan that brings people north, he decided that perhaps it's time to look for something more foreign to satisfy his adventurous young heart.

Skills: Jameson is no master of combat, but he handles himself well with most types of blades and close combat in general. At range, he is able to fire his strange contraptions gifted to him during his journeys (the pistols) with relative accuracy though at a slow speed. Living off the land for a few years taught him the basics of survival such as foraging and setting up camp from sticks and leaves. Also, he makes the best (nastiest) bug stew.

[Proxi]

Name: Raven.

Age: 19.

Description: Raven has a fairly tall, muscular body. He's six feet and 2 inches in height and his build isn't like that of a bodybuilder, but one can clearly see that he is fairly strong and agile. His clothes consist of a chainmail jacket with a gray shirt underneath. His pants are dark green and have several pockets. His shoes are black boots. He wears clawed gauntlets that have spikes on the knuckles, these are his primary weapons. He also has a amulet on a necklace shaped like a dragon's head that gives him full immunity to unwanted spells, curses, hexes, jinxes, and the like. Although some things can bypass it. (like, a spell that makes an anvil fall on you. The emblem doesn't make you immune to falling anvils, just stuff like death spells, spells that turn him into something else or manipulate his body or mind, curses that make inexplicable bad things happen to him, etc.) his face is fairly slender and smooth as he dies not grow facial hair. His eyes are a bright green and his hair is black and medium length. His eyes are deep and intense looking, or cheerful and jovial looking, or fierce and wild looking, depending on his mood. Raven's skin is pale and smooth.

Gender: Male.

Backstory: Raven was a martial arts student in a city caught up in civil war during his teenage years. However he had a distrust of the military and the government due to some shady things he had evidence of them being up to, such as his friend's sister mysteriously disappearing and reappearing now remembering what happened to her but having injuries showing sighs of interrogation on her body. Not only that, but multiple times guards broke into and searched his private space, when Raven despised. So when he was at the age of 18, and was drafted into war because of his hand-to-hand combat proficiency and healthy body, he ran away from home. Not wanting to join the ranks of the same people who ransacked his room on multiple occasions and taxed the hell out of him as soon as he started his first job as an assistant to the teachers at the martial arts school. Not to mention the possibility of the violent interrogations. All these things were because his city was losing the war, and Raven didn't intend to join a battle that was pointless, a waste of time in the first place, and where his side was about to lose before long anyway. He definitely didn't want to end up dead on the battlefield all because some rich Noble in his city wanted more land and resources. So he fled from the military to head north, hoping to get away from the constant wars and commonly occuring street fights where no bystander was safe. (all the town guards had been appointed into the front lines and the wall defenses. The result? Near-anarchy.) along with other poor conditions. His family was barely connected to him, and his friends had moved on to other cities, became soldiers, or mysteriously disappeared. So with nobody to stay for, raven then left the city altogether and headed north where he found the caravan. Deciding that with his combat training, durable claw weapons, an amulet that was said to help him protect himself from sorcery and the occult, he could be of some assistance to the other travelers and stuck around them because they were likely to have food.

Personality: Friendly, rarely that excited about anything, cheeky and sarcastic at times when someone does something to irritate him, confident, and easily scoffs at romance and sex. He is completely asexual and aromantic with no interest in being more then best friends. He is fairly energetic and optimistic, but will speak his mind when he's tired or the situation isn't good for him for a long period of time. Maybe even a little too much. Sometimes he strokes his own ego about his skill with the combat gauntlets and his athletic capabilities, but Raven rarely puts down the abilities of others and its not especially difficult to earn his respect. Earning his trust is a bit more difficult.

Skills: To sum it up, he is good at hand-to-hand and gauntlets and knives. Good at athletics and agility-based tasks as well. Fairly strong and can take a few hits if he has to. Knows a lot about the anatomy and weaknesses of the human body, and just how to take advantage of them. Also has lots of balancing skills as part of his athleticism.

[rocketrobie2]

Name: Baldur the Great
Age: 50 and looks it
Description: Baldur is in decent shape for his age but his ‘experience’ is beginning to show as his hairs are getting greyer and whiter.
Gender: Male
Personality: Baldur was once a very chipper and passionate magician and mage but now he is little more than a husk of a man. His previous attitude towards life is now buried beneath heaps of experience in the world but sometimes one can catch a glimpse of the wide eyed struggling magician beneath his beaten exterior.
Backstory: Baldur keeps his past pretty secretive but what he is more than liberal of sharing is his failed stint as a Magician. When he was younger he began studying slight of hand and similar fake magics while also learning some real magic on the side to spice up his act. His act didn’t go very far and he ended up needing to give up on his dream of making it big. Later on in life he worked as a librarian but decided that he wanted to move up North to get away from the political drama of the south.
Skills: He’s shown that ability to cast a few basic spells such as small fires or magic lights. He’s still very adept at slight of hand tricks and subterfuge overall. He’s pretty good at stick fighting and he can tell a mean story when he’s in the mood.
Extra: He carries around a notebook and has a strong wooden staff that he uses to bash people when in trouble.

[Skinner35]

Name: Scyler Skinner.
Age: 25 (looks 30)
Description: Tall, Dark hair, Blue eyes, Burn mark on left shoulder, Cybernetic right arm.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Optimistic, Tries to be funny, Nice.
Backstory: Been stuck in the war his whole life. Trying to go north to find stable work and freedom. All he needs now is a group to help him get out of here.
Skills: Sharpshooter, Fairly stealthy when needed, Fast, Persuasive, Protective.
Extra: He has a revolver and a teddy bear that he's very protective of.

[Sombrero]

Name:Robart "The Pilgrim" Garrithe
Age: 32, though he looks like he's been dead and buried in a salt pile for years.
Description: The remnants of what was once a powerful and imposing figure, has apparently shriveled underneath sandstone-looking, leathery skin. Like a tan, semi-muscular hollow from Dark Souls, but with functioning eyes and some streaks of blackish melanin left in his beard. He usually hides this under his armor and cloak, of course. He has a uniquely beaked helmet that sticks out from under his hood.
Gender: Male
Personality: Very austere and moribund in nature. He has the poise and mannerisms of someone who was once very 'Type A' and confrontational, but his bile has gone out of him and he doesn't know how to present himself in another way. Apologizes often when he imagines someone imagines that he slighted them.
Backstory: Used to be a kmight, got infected with "The Drying" and joined a sort of crusade movement called "The Leper Knights", felt that he could get no closer to 'Salvation' in battle, and went North to find a quiet, peaceful place to die. Or, at least one that wasn't fighting with itself.
Skills: He’s quite adept at fighting with his Crows beak staff, sword, and shield. Very efficient and brutal. He can also start fires and shoot things with a bow and arrow, but those would qualify more as survival skills than things with battle application, and they are not his forte.
Extra: It's not usually the case, but he always feels massively dehydrated. Any beverage he isn't suspicious of he will down with haste. Due to his disease, his skin is hard, solid, and durable, like hardleather, but it heals very slowly. Nearly any wound requires stitches and bandages.

[Oliver]

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Name: Ivan Levin Mikhailovich
Age: Looks 9, is 11
Description: Ivan is a small boy, only a little over four feet tall. His messy golden brown hair falls to just below his chin in unkempt layers, framing his pale face. He has a pair of sharp dark brown eyes, that always make him look alert and watchful. His build is frail and skinny, with long slender limbs and childish facial features. His posture leans a bit to the left and he walks with a limp.
He dresses in whatever rags he can get his fragile thin-fingered little hands on. Right now, this means a worn out orange waistcoat at least three sizes too large for him, a white button down shirt that's surprisingly unstained, torn black dress pants and no shoes for his little feet.
Gender: Male
Personality: Ivan is quiet, mostly because his English isn't very good but also because he's extremely shy. When interacting with others, he seems stiff and unfriendly, speaking in a hushed and hurried voice and stammering. He's very sensitive and is easily made upset, especially when asked about his past or his parents. He'll often go days without ever speaking to anyone. He's reluctant to try new things, preferring to stick with what he knows.
Backstory: Ivan's mother died giving birth to him, and his father, tied down with caring for sick relatives, sent Ivan off on his own to find money to help the family. Ivan, finding no work in his hometown, joined the caravan with hope of finding his fortune elsewhere.
Skills: Sneaking, hiding, marksmanship, drawing, general craftiness
Extra:
-Ivan has asthma and is allergic to cats and shellfish
-He is afraid of heights and spiders
-He carries his mother's wedding ring in his pocket at all times
-He walks with a limp because of an accident he got into when he was only eight years old. He fell off of a roof and fractured his right leg in two places.
-He suffers from chronic nightmares that cause him to sleep poorly and occasionally wet the bed. He really doesn't like to talk about this.
-He tries not to kill unless he has to, and usually only shoots non-lethally.
-Despite the above statement, he has very good marksmanship and could probably kill if he had to.
-He likes to draw and is quite good at it.

[Achronum]

Name: Skylar Altzan

Age: 24

Description: Short for a male, Skylar stands 5'3". He wears simple garments, a tunic, breeches, and boots. He keeps an oil cloth coat for the rain in a large back pack. He cuts his black hair short himself, not caring his hair is uneven and unkempt. He limps slightly from a childhood injury but nothing that interferes with his day to day life.

Gender: Male

Personality: Open and blunt, Skylar could never be accused of possessing tact. That didn't mean he was rude. He just felt that honesty was the best option amd refused to play those silly social games others indulged in. Life was so much easier that way.

Backstory: All magically inclined, the Altzan family ran several magical shops in the south. He grew up around magic and fell in love with it. He had practiced since he could read his mother's tomes and discovered an easy talent with defensive magics. The more violent ones made him a little queasy. It was this affinity for magic that made them a target for demon worshippers. They were attacked , captured and sacrificed. A few even succumbed. Skylar decided to flee, keeping his magic secret in hopes he would escape. He decided to pass himself off as an explorer, looking to make it rich in the North.

Skills: Skylar specializes in defensive and utility magic. Since his distaste for offensive magics stopped him from learning them, he learned how to use a raiper if he ever needed a way to defend himself without magic.