[CHAR] Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

[Lauder]

Character Sheet

Username: Lauder
Name: Slinks Grotfist
Age: Slinks is of the age of 23 and appears so
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Orc (Solarian and Orc}
Origin: Qastos
Profession: Game Hunter
Weapons:

• Long Sword
• 4 Throwing Spears
• Hunting Knife

Appearance:

Reference picture

Slinks is the offspring of a solarian woman and an orc male, thus he has the traits of both species. He stands taller than most men at 6'5" in height, sporting a muscular build, granted not as muscular as his father. Slinks owns a rather long beard with equally long hair pulled back into a ponytail. His skin is grey in color with blue markings covering his body, the markings indicate what orc claim he hails from. He does have small incisors compared to his orc brethren, but they are longer than a normal man's.

Personality: Slinks holds an abnormally calm and focus demeanor, especially considering that his father is a stereotypical orc. However, he is quick to anger and is not afraid to succumb to bloodlust if the situation calls for it. In regards to his occupation, Slinks adores a right and proper hunt with all sorts of challenges. Completing these challenges gives him honor back at his home clan, where he hopes to be considered a true orc someday.

Short Biography: Slinks was born to a lowly orc, Grom Ironteeth, for father and a solarian for a mother, already putting him at a disadvantage when it came to claiming any sort of power among his fellow orcs. Homelife was not the greatest either, his mother, Alexis Winfield, was always at a disagreement with his father over some reason or another, often leading to a lot of yelling and screaming. One day, Grom had decided that he would take his son out on a hunt, all orc boys had to learn to hunt eventually. With his father, he learned the basics of spear making and how to track. The two had bonded greatly over the time that they hunted. Slinks took a great interest and took up learning anything that he possibly could on the subject. Once he reached adulthood he went off to the Far West in order to find exotic creatures to hunt, only wishing to bring honor upon him and his family name.

Other Notes:
Slinks does not know how to read or write, not in any solarian language. He can, however, speak a basic tongue of solarian.

[Death Grips]

Octavian

Username: Death Grips

Name: Octavian Perrin

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Solarian

Origin: Estiala

Profession: Witch hunter/Mercenary

Weapons:

• A sabre made of fine steel and maintained on a regular basis.
• A small crossbow, capable of being held and fired with one hand, albeit with smaller bolts.
• If a witch is specifically tough or has a specific weakness, Octavian will often stock up in relation to this.

Appearance: With delicate, lithe features and long flowing white hair coupled with alabaster white skin, Octavian is often mistaken for an elf. He is definitely not the kind of person you'd expect to be any sort of real soldier, or even a commoner for that matter.

Personality: Gentle and delicate, one could mistake Octavian for someone classically raised within the nobility. He strives to maintain this image of himself, being that gaining nobility is one of his many life goals. His grace and mercy within battle could be described as a weakness by hardened soldiers, being that he favours ending his opponents life quickly rather than brutally lengthening their pain or butchering them on the field. His only exception to this style is in relation to those who have betrayed him or have done something in order to make him despise them. He has no prejudice based on religion, race or status, but only really respects those skillful in the art of war.

Short Biography: Born to a sailor and a whore in a brothel on the seafront, Octavian was quickly abandoned to one of the many orphanages in the town and had a cruel, poor childhood. Every day he would look up to the magnificent castles and vow to one day own one. He often spent as much time as possible away from the orphanage, exploring the city and following nobles around as much as possible, attempting to copy their demeanor and grace.

This led to many of the more common children around the city to take a disliking to him. Seeing him as someone who thought he was better than everyone else. A fight eventually broke out in which Octavian was heavily injured. He probably would have been beaten to death had it not been for a tall man garbed in a long black cloak breaking it up. The man later appeared at the orphanage, taking account of Octavian's resiliency in the fight and adopting him as more of an apprentice than a son.

However, as time went on the two began to grow into a father-son bond and to this day Octavian considers the man who saved him that day to be his true father. The man was a witch hunter, one of the few left in the kingdoms and one of the greatest to have ever lived, Aveneil Perrin. Aveneil taught Octavian everything he knew, and the two became more of a partnership as Octavian grew into his teenage years rather than that of an apprentice and master.

Aveneil retired to a life of farming and rest within a monastery around the time Octavian turned 20. Octavian continued to witch hunt, but expanded into mercenary work being that many of the evil hags cursing and hexing people in the woods had either died out or been hunted already. However, he remains ready to take on any witch if someone were to hire him to.

Other Notes:
Octavian doesn't believe in any of the gods, but keeps up an act of belief.

[VKAllen]

Airdan Valtumal

Username: VKAllen

Name: Airdan Valtumal

Age: 216 (appears to be 24)

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Origin: The Xacrines

Profession: A member of a Sacred Order of the Xacrines Forest, "Nightbird's Sentry"

Weapons:
Hand-and-Half Sword, "the Visceroy"

A bastard sword crafted from the finest metal of the Nightbird's Sentry forge named 'Xespurium'. It keeps a balanced and agile weight level while maintaining a keen edge with optimum flexibility and excellent rigidity. The tang is surrounded by ancient oakwood scales wrapped in red silk braids and half bronze wire wrapped to its round, pear shaped pommel. The scabbard too was of fine craftsmanship. It is a wooden core scanbard wrapped in leather with beautiful silver fittings with carvings that depict the Nightbird's Sentry sigil and the deity in which they align themselves with, the Owl.

The blade itself, fullered to an acute point across half of its full length was grinded by hand from coarse to extra fine levels. While the entire body of the blade remained satin, the edge was polished finely that it practically is able to reflect light that makes the sword "blink" under the sun.

Longbow

Quiver of Barbed Arrows

Appearance:



Airdan stands 6 foot and 2 inches adorned with raven black hair and eyes belonging to a pair of beautiful amethysts. Like any elf, he is tall and lithe with muscles trained for endurance and quickness of foot rather than brute strength. His profession has also earned him many scars from wild beasts or sometimes monstrosities as a result of dark magic. The most prominent of scars is a long thin scar on the upper sode of his right cheek and diagonally across his left cheek. Other scars are hidden beneath clothing.

Personality:

"What's the meaning of life? Drink and be merry. Maybe bedding many women too! I've still got many many years!"

If you had believed that elves were the stoic and headstrong kind of individuals, it certainly would've broken every stereotype that is not Airdan. The lighthearted trait had come as a blessing in disguise for Airdan during his travels for many years. Most of the Order had the mysterious and silent tonality was outshined by his seemingly friendly and open attitude that opened unexpected doors at times that their pride would obstruct their advance. This is not to say that he doesn't follow the Order's Code-- in fact he does.

Short Biography:

The Nightbird's Sentry's task was simple; to keep the balance of the Forest. Guided by the Owl's immense wisdom, they traverse the thick bushes and dense forestry to carry out their tasks. Their abilities to blend into the background was unrivaled to the naked and untrained eye of typical outsiders of Xacrines. This level of camouflage was necessary to take down the anomalies that dare threaten the forest.

Airdan is a member of such Order. Operating close to 200 years mastered the path of tracking the forest and also becoming the forest. His achievements within the Order were not notable but consists of smaller ones such as adhering to the Order's Code.

He also traversed outside of Xacrines often, visiting the Solarian capital Estiala to pay their respect to the King and also as a holiday zone for many elves taking a break from their duties.
Other Notes:

[LostDestiny]

Wren Alarcon

Username: LostDestiny

Name: Wren Alarcon

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Inguz-feline (tiger)

Origin: The Xacrines

Profession: He is an expert hunter and trapper and makes his living in the fur trade.

Weapons: Wren carries little in terms of weapons as he is his own walking weapon. However he does favor a dagger given to him by a Solarian he saved from a mother bear while on one of his hunting trips.

Appearance:
-------- Wren stands at approximately 6 feet 1 inch. He has black, strip like tattoos on not only his face but also his chest, back, arms, and legs, a symbol that he passed the right of passage for the males in his tribe, no two tattoos are the same. His white hair falls down to his mid back at its longest. His eyes never change from the slitted amber eyes of his feline form. He lacks prominent muscle but don't let that fool you, is his much stronger than one would think upon first glance of his thin body, with strength closely rivaling some of the strongest Solarians in the country. ---------

Personality: Wren is friendly to most unless given a reason not to be. His profession requires it of him. He loves to talk to other people no matter their apparent feeling toward his race and he will trade with anyone, as he holds no fear for the Orcs and cares not for the racism of the Solarians. He is generally laid back and only attacks others if he is being threatened.

Short Biography: Wren left his tribe to travel and sell his goods when he was only 15. He didn’t want to be confined to his village and it’s territory any longer than he had to. He finished his training in the art of hunting and trapping not long before he left and was later glad he made the choice to finish. However he never finished his schooling, making him slightly illiterate. He can read prices and write the names of the animals he uses to sell his furs but that is the extent of his knowledge. He has been traveling and selling his goods since he left. Perfectly happy with the practically solitary life he lives when not in towns or villages. He has no horses to pull the carriage he uses to store his good but rather pulls it himself in his shifted tiger form. He noticed early on that this drove off bandits that would otherwise attack him for his goods and money

Other Notes: He refuses the practice the Solarian religion of the Flight. Though he keeps said refusal to himself, expertly dodging the question should it come up or pretending as though he is indeed a follower.

[Marlowe]

Jocelyn Pavonia

"I am the hand that carries out the Jay's command."

Username:
Ambra

Name:
Jocelyn Pavonia -- prefers to be called Lyn by people she considers her friends.

Age:
Nineteen

Gender:
Female

Race:
Solarian

Origin:
Estiala

Profession:
Member of Estiala's Valkyrie

Weapons:
Dawnchaser. A blade with an elongated hilt and crafted out of light steel, Dawnchaser is optimal for combat upon the back of a beast.

Appearance:
Jocelyn is a young woman of standard height and figure; standing at 5'6, she bears a frame that matches her vigorous lifestyle. When she is on duty, she is clad in the trademark Lorelian armor that bears the sigil of the Jay. Out of her steel plates, she appears much like the young woman she is.

Long, silvery-blonde hair tumbles down and over her shoulders when they are not tied up. Her eyes are a bright, youthful sky blue, and they always seem to be glimmering with curiosity and liveliness. Jocelyn's skin is not as dark as people who hail from the south, but it is slightly darker than other people than Estiala, as she usually spends time closer to the sun.

Mount's (Sirus') Appearance

Sirus is Jocelyn's eyrie mount. He is about average height and length, but acts bigger than he actually is. He may be silly and clumsy on foot, but is extremely graceful in the air.

Personality:
Jocelyn may come off as bubbly and sunny to strangers, but deep inside, she is a determined and stubborn individual. There is nothing that could possibly stand in her way of completing a task, no matter how tedious or difficult it may be. She is a stubborn individual, almost to the point of being annoying; this usually gets her into trouble with higher-ups, and is often sent to do difficult missions as punishment.

Despite being a stubborn and motivated person, Jocelyn can be quite gullible and naive. If her captains or generals were to tell her a false rumor, she would most certainly believe it. That is why many tell her that her personality and general lack of personal thought is rather dangerous; if one were to want to change her opinion, simply get someone she trusts to convince her. It won't take long.

Short Biography:
Hailing from a small village on the coast of Estiala, Jocelyn always dreamed of visiting Loralis, even from a young age. Her parents, having served their time on the Valkyrie, used to tell her stories of the capitals rocky cliffs and beautiful castles that one could even spot from across the Clouded Sea. It was no surprise that Jocelyn became infatuated with the thought of traveling to Loralis and becoming a soldier of the Valkyrie, much like her parents did when they were young.

It was when the conflict with Astrax had reached its peak that Jocelyn left home to protect her country against the infidels. Being only seventeen years old, she was naive as ever, only having the sword at her hip and the mount she was given when she joined the Valkryie's ranks. Sirus, being a young eyrie himself, was almost as upbeat and cheery as she was, even through the harsh trials of training.

Unfortunately, she was never able to join the soldiers on the frontlines; Astrax had completely obliterated the armies of Xororis before she could even learn how to properly defend herself. Many of her friends had perished in the battles, and she thought lowly of herself. Many told Jocelyn that, had she joined her allies on the field of battle, she would have been slaughtered like the rest of them.

Two very slow years passed since then, and Jocelyn was finally able to become a somewhat proper unit of the Valkyrie. Having gained her trust, her captain ordered for her to travel to the west in order to investigate rumors of rebellion.

[LadyTabris]

Lucy Aria

Username: MiladyTabris
Name: Lucy Aria
Age: 25

Gender: Female
Race: Solarian/Human
Origin: Estiala

Profession: Brothel owner & Deals in illegal goods

Weapons: Three daggers and a rapier. She hides a dagger in her boot and one under her clothes.

Appearance:
Lucy has long blonde hair that she tends to keep out of her way with braids. She is usually wearing a dress of some variation with the same leather vest overtop of it.

Personality: Overall, Lucy is a businesswoman. She's strict and harsh when it comes to business, but she cares about her employees and will protect them until the end. Once her loyalty is earned, you have it. If you haven't, money is what you should be talking with. She has a temper but she more or less can control it.
She isn't always serious and has a good sense of humor, but the second a situation becomes serious, it goes out of her. She isn't one to make jokes while in the line of fire. As soon as it's business, it's business. When it's a casual setting, she'll tease her friends and gossip around.

Short Biography: Lucy's significantly older sister, Estelle, raised Lucy from age 5. Estelle was 15 at that time, when their mother ran off to get married to some elf. Neither of them knows where she is and they don't care either. It was originally her brothel, and Estelle took over when she left. Lucy and Estelle had a close relationship and Estelle taught her how to run the business. Lucy took to it really quickly, and eventually she was doing all the work instead. Estelle didn't slack off, but rather, Lucy simply took over. When Lucy was 19, Estelle moved a few cities over to get married. She still visits often when she isn't busy. Over the years after Estelle left, Lucy started to grow her business. She expanded and incorporated less legal trade within her building. Business is her talent and she knows.

Other Notes: She's in the west looking to meet a contact she isn't even sure exsists about a very lucrative business deal. All she knows about the contact is he goes by "Snow." Basically, the payout for expanding her illegal trade would be big. Lucy went herself because it was so vague and important she both didn't want it done incorrectly and didn't want to risk anyone she trusts enough to do it as those are the people she cares for. Her most trusted employee is her long time friend Maria, who is always in charge when Lucy travels for business relations.

[Rekaigan]

Feriha Uzun

Username: Rekaigan
Name: Feriha Uzun
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Solarian
Origin: The Borders of Xacrines
Profession: Beast Tamer
Weapons: Bare hands, Rope, Hunting knife
Appearance:
Feriha stands at around 5’10”, her body type being very athletic. Her arms and torso has quite a few small scars, and there is a very large claw scar on her back. The scars on her torso are, of course, hidden under clothes.

Personality:
Feriha usually gives off a very ‘mysterious’ aura as she often doesn’t speak unless spoken to. She’s more inclined to speak to animals and beasts more than other people, however that doesn’t mean she can’t hold a conversation. She doesn’t brush people off when they try to talk to her, so it’s often a case of them not wanting to talk to her. Due to her isolation from people, Feriha became a very honest person as she doesn’t really see a reason to lie to others, however this can sometimes be detrimental.

Feriha seems to be more sympathetic toward beasts than people.

Biography:
Originally from The Xacrines, or rather, the borders of Xacrines, Feriha was trained in the art of beast taming. As many know, The Xacrines were full of dangerous beasts that could tear apart a person within seconds, thus making it the perfect training site. It was very uncommon to see a Solarian in those parts, but Feriha and her parents were left alone for the most part since they kept to themselves, living in a small shack on the outskirts of the forest away from the Elves and Inguz tribes.

Taming beasts was more for survival rather than making an occupation out of it. The more beasts you tamed, the less likely you were to be attacked by an aggressive beast, they were also quite helpful in gathering food.

During one of Feriha’s training days, she encountered an enraged Raptor. None of the techniques she employed were able to quell the beast; it’s claws finding it’s way into the soft flesh of her back after catching her by surprise. Her father was able to subdue the beast while her mother took care of her wounds.

When Feriha regained consciousness, she learnt that the raptor had been subdued… Permanently. Of course, this kind of news surprised her, as her parents had taught her that she should never intentionally harm or kill a beast. However, she understood the need for extreme measures in certain situations. Her parents also told her that they were able to retrieve the egg that it had left behind, telling her that it was her responsibility to raise the young raptor. A responsibility she took on with enthusiasm. After a few years had passed, the raptor became a loyal companion of Feriha; their bond being much stronger than any other beast Feriha had tamed previously.

When Feriha had turned 20, her parents decided it was time for her to explore the world and learn more about everything is had to offer. After some travelling, she found herself in Estiala. She often uses her skills to assist the military in rearing their military raptors, much to the chagrin of resident raptor trainers.

Other Notes:

Nur

- The Raptor’s name is ‘Nur’
- Feriha doesn't worship the Flight, however she respects the religion regardless

[LunayMochizuki]

Maewen

Username: LunayMochizuki
Name: Maewen (pronounced May-wen)
Age: 19, soon to be 20
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Origin: Estiala
Profession: She runs a small Herb and medicine shop. sometimes she travels to sell at markets in different towns.
Weapons: She uses Healing magic, however she does have a staff for self defense.
Appearance: She is short compared to other elves, standing at about 5ft 5in
Personality: Maewen is a kind and rather shy person, she often finds herself getting dragged into small problems due to her inability to say no. Many times this has caused her to lose money simply because customers play the 'too poor to afford medicine' trick. Because of this problem she tends to shy away from people while traveling. Maewen is a sucker for romance, unfortunately she can also be gullible and easy to manipulate. When given a good enough reason, Maewen can, and will be brutally honest, sometimes even a bit demanding and rude.
Short Biography: Maewen Left home at the age of 16 to build a life for herself. She spent the next couple years learning everything she could about Herbs and medicines (Having already been taught plenty by her parents.) on top of perfecting her Healing Magic. And thus she aspired to be A Herbalist. She soon settled in Estiala and opened up her small shop.
During one of her travels Maewen Came across a sickly wyvern hatchling, having been abandoned by its mother for reasons unknown. She took him in and nursed him back to health. Due to her excessive care and attention, the wyvern imprinted on Maewen and refuses to leave her. Now with the name Caldir, He is her most trusted companion and best friend.
Other Notes: She is a devout believer in the Jay.
Wyvern appearance:

[Solace]

Information

Height: 6'0

Hair Color: Dark auburn

Eye Color: Sea green

Complexion: Tan

Body Composition: Lean-muscular

Name:

Cleon Knight

Age:

Twenty-six years old.

Gender:

Male

Race:

Human (Solarian)

Origin:

Mers, Astrax

Profession:

Stone mason (former), Soldier (former), Bounty hunter (current)

Weapon(s):

Cleon keeps a tomahawk among other things attached to his belt, showing proficiency fighting up close with this weapon. He has little to no experience with swords or the conventional weapons of the outside world, as he is a foreigner to the rest of the continent.

In addition to his hatchet, Cleon retains his flintlock pistol issued to him during the Astrax-Estialian Conflict. He is a fairly accurate shooter in the weapon's effective range, and if needed, he is capable of shooting three times every minute. Outside of the wartime period, he does not demonstrate this unnecessary feat any longer, and only resolves to the pistol when completing a job, saving his own life in a pinch, or eliminating an annoyance quickly.

Personality:

Cleon is very much a blunt and direct person, usually speaking without a filter. A vivid dreamer, he enjoys adventure greatly, but would much prefer to settle down and relax for a while. He may be quick to anger at many times, boasting a temper as fast as he can draw his pistol and pull the trigger.

Even then, Cleon enjoys discussion when there is discussion to be held. He is a bit of a wisecrack, but usually tends to know when too much is too much, unless it comes to drinking. The man is prone to periods of isolation, given his lack of knowledge of the world outside his home country, which does push him slightly over the edge faster at times.

If given enough of a chance, Cleon is kind and a true friend, and one may see the cracks and instabilities that trouble the man within his mental fortress.

Biography:

Cleon Knight was the name bestowed upon the infant when he was left as an orphan. Unlike the other boys and girls, he grew up with a fascination for the outside world beyond theirs, admiring the stories of kings and knights, of which he had been named after. Even after he turned eight and he was adopted, he never considered them to be his true family, and often left home to return to his friends at the orphanage.

Cleon was taught how to read and write by his adoptive father, of whom was the only close person to him in the family. As the only person who had truly wanted the boy as a part of their family, his adoptive father often argued with his mother, eventually creating such a rift that she took her two daughters and left them.

He would grow up to be a normal young man, his adoptive father able to send him to school for a better education. Cleon did struggle with his studies, but persevered and decided to follow his adoptive father's steps as a worker for the city.

Several years down the line, Astrax announced that a draft would be held after tensions with Estiala had reached a boiling point. Cleon was selected, sent off to fight a 'war' - he was in numerous battles and fought in Ecros, where the entire region's destruction resulted in a stalemate between Astrax and Estiala.

Afterwards, when Cleon returned home, he was informed that his adoptive father had passed away from illness. He abandoned his former home, wishing to find a new one as he explores the outside world.

Other:

Cleon has a fondness for cats.