[OOC] Torn Realms (High-Fantasy) (Mid-High Casual) [ALWAYS OPEN]

[Emuxe]

@Scyntell Nowhere; but here's your complimentary jacket:

[Lawful Newtral]

Great, now I have another character idea. But first, I need to ask.

Say we have a Nephilim. And said Nephilim one day made a decision to spare a Revenant or other being of chaos from complete purging. Would this Nephilim be punished and if so, how and how severe?

[Arkaotic]

The neph would at the very least have to force the rev back to the wastes. It used to be kill on sight no exceptions but numbers are too thin to enforce that fully. But a Neph would definitely be trialled for allowing a rev to just go free.

[Tortoise]

Say we have a Nephilim. And said Nephilim one day made a decision to spare a Revenant or other being of chaos from complete purging. Would this Nephilim be punished and if so, how and how severe?

@Lawful Newtral

Sounds like this falls under the noble jurisdiction of @Arkaotic.

EDIT: Didn't see his post when I replied

But if it were me, I'd guess they'd have a lot of punishment and distrust to deal with. I imagine something like...

They aren't trusted enough to go on missions alone any more, so they must always be escorted along by a senior Nepher. Perhaps they had to spend time re-training like a new initiate, to make sure the lessons sunk in this time.

Sidenote: If you would be so kind, let the "Revenant or other being of chaos" your dude sparred be a Fleshspinner instead of a Rev, who was caught drinking the blood of a victim. BUT that victim was discovered to be a rapist and general thug, so your character felt sympathy and spared the fleshy blood-drinker b/c their only crime was killing a rapist/murderer/thief/scumbag.

And let that Fleshspinner be named... Rayu

(if you're okay with that)

[Lawful Newtral]

@Jeyma Yeah, sure. I can roll with that. Don't expect him to remain in contact with this Fleshspinner, though.

[Tortoise]

@Jeyma Yeah, sure. I can roll with that. Don't expect him to remain in contact with this Fleshspinner, though.

@Lawful Newtral

Of course not.

Rayu, if you remember my character sheet in detail, is the lost best friend of Shertul.

Being a fleshspinner, she has no qualms about feeding on flesh (duh) and blood like Shertul almost did with Crow, but she has a stronger moral compass and will only drink blood from murderers, rapists, thugs and so on. She feeds on the scum of society, so maybe your character decided she deserved to be let free.

[Lawful Newtral]

Behold, my idea manifest. This was the shortest time between the making of two unrelated characters I've done.

Hider

Basic Information

Full Name: Rowan Redpath 'the Betrayer'
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birth Date: 14/04
Race: Humani
Alignment: Neutral, formerly Nephilim, now branded a being of chaos

Appearance

Hair Colour: An odd mix of brown and blond
Eye Colour: Green
Face Shape: Oblong
Skin Tone: Tanned
Height: 6'2" / 190 cm
Weight: 185 lb / 84 kg
Body Type: Toned, muscular
Natural Markings: Runes of Raziel on his chest, most have been forcibly removed
Scar(s): A straight gash on his left forehead, several scratch marks on the back of his shoulders
Tattoo(s): None

Personality

3 Words: Reckless, Jaded, Commanding
Like(s): Valorous combat (in his words, 'a good fight'), courtesy, simplicity, younger women
Dislike(s): Things that waste his time, arrogance, the Nephilim and their self-righteousness, annoying kids

Want(s): A family and a quiet life
Fear(s): Dying without purpose

Favourite...

Colour(s): Mahogany
Time of Day: High noon
Food: Smoked veal
Animal: Horse
Place in Terra: None

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special Abilities: Though he has since been purged of his Nephilim powers, Rowan remains as one of the finest combatants to grace the Nephilim ranks in recent years. A nimble sword-and-board fighter, he can overpower lesser opponents by the time they get one hit on him. His Braidh strangely still answers to him also, though remaining static as a burning blade to scorch his enemies, be they defiled or holy. Rowan names it 'Glengarrion', after a knight from his childhood stories.
Good at...: Combat, persuasion and seduction, empathy
Bad at...: Holding a drink, magic, following orders

Traits

Good Habit(s): Shows at least the bare minimum of respect for his fellow living beings, no matter how deep into Alithe's teaching they might be.
Bad Habit(s): Has a bad tendency to act rashly and without care of the consequences.

History

The Past

Rowan Redpath, born of nobility to the wealthy and powerful Redpath family, grew up with tales of fancy concerning valiant knights slaying horrifying beasts with utmost bravery. When he heard that such heroes existed in real life in the form of Raziel's Nephilim, it seemed certain that he would do anything in his power to become one of them. Playing with the maids and studying under the snooty governesses were soon replaced with practicing swordplay and cool one-liners, at his own behest. His father did not exactly approve of this sudden aspiration (he wanted for his son to start a business one day just like he had done in his youth, after all), but as he saw Rowan to be happy in this path, what could a father really do at that point? Soon enough, the juvenile became the only warrior in a family full of merchants and artisans. Not that they were complaining. His 'knightly' antics at the dining table was amusing, if not inspiring.

The years rolled on until Rowan finally found himself steeled up and prepared to present himself to the Nephilim. This was the most intense moment of his young life; never before had he been tested and having to prove himself of worth to the Avenging Angel, Guardian of Life and Order. He rode to the Institute and, like most aspirants, was well-received, but warned of the dangers in undertaking this burden. With zeal, he declared himself ready and sought the audience of Raziel himself. Much to his elation (and pain), the Angel infused his energies into the boy and deemed him worthy. In the ranks of the Nephilim, Rowan proved to be a magnificent slayer of evil. Some would dare say that he was the best swordfighter in recent Nephilim memory. Many beings of chaos would fall to the burning edge of Glengarrion, his sacred blade and badge of office.

However, like many, Rowan came into the Nephilim expecting an organization of pure good and upstanding guardians of order, fighting against an unstoppable wave of evil. The world, of course, was much grayer than that. There were many instances where he was forced to slay seemingly normal people, who had surrendered and laid down their arms. The screams they made from the pain of consecration was a different pain in itself. Doubts were not uncommon among the Nephilim, but for Rowan, it was especially severe. So wide-eyed and naive he was at the start and yet, now it felt like everything he knew was wrong.

It all came to a head when he was tasked to investigate a recent string of brutal murders in a small out-of-the-way village. Based on the condition of the found bodies, it was heavily suspected that a being of chaos was behind the killings and Rowan was naturally given a kill order on the culprit. Further scrutiny revealed, however, that these victims were all vile men and women in life. Robbers, murderers, rapists and vandals had been the portfolios of the fallen. In Rowan's mind and indeed a majority of the villagers, this particular killer seemed to be doing a service and didn't deserve punishment.

Being a good detective and all, Rowan discovered the bestial killer, an abomination of a woman with twisted features and sickly limbs. Clearly, this...thing was a thing of chaos, but one that had done some measure of good for the world at large. In a bold move, he unsheathed his blade and approached the creature, no, woman. They had a bit of a chat, believe it or not. A chat spanning order and chaos. She introduced herself as Rayu, a Fleshspinner, apparently monks that alter their body through rituals that confused him. Rowan told her that he'd make sure she would not be subject to punishment from the Nephilim as long as she continued to feed on the scum of society and not to the well meaning people he was meant to protect. Rayu agreed to those terms, confirming his assumptions that she had a noble heart underneath all those misshapen limbs. Eventually, they had to part ways, but promised to keep in touch however possible. She also asked to him a favor: to deliver a message to her fellow Fleshspinner friend, Shertul, that she was alive and well. He saw no problem in doing that and the two polar opposites went their separate ways, Rowan back to report and Rayu to wherever.

But before anyone got far enough, two of his Nephilim superiors arrived to 'aid' Rowan in his quest. They moved to slay Rayu with extreme prejudice. Not forgetting his promise to her, Rowan charged at his would-be comrades and fought them, much to their confusion. This gave her time to slip away unharmed and undetected. Giving her time to gain fair distance, Rowan kept them locked in combat. In rank, they were greater, but not in skill they weren't compared to him. Once he was certain she would be safe, he surrendered and Rowan was brought before Raziel to be judged.

Rowan could've easily lied, easily concealed the truth of the events, but he did not believe it to be knightly to hide the truth. He told the angel what had transpired, the identity of the killer and the victims and how he made the decision to spare the killer for she was doing the village a service. Obviously, the zealous Nephilim did not think the same way and reprimanded him heavily for this grievous transgression. Raziel admired his courage and honesty, but the word of the Nephilim was law which had to be upheld. And so Rowan Redpath was punished with...exile. An unprecedented penalty, he was expelled from Raziel's servitude and his powers ripped away (the process was even more painful than infusion). Never would he contact the Nephilim again lest he would be treated as a simple monster: to be ridiculed and slain if provoked. His Braidh Glengarrion refused to leave his side for some reason, so they opted to let him keep it, but only as a blade. Rowan left the Institute that day, his dream crushed, but his honor intact.

The Present

Like most men whose life revolves their sword arm, Rowan wanders the land to lend his fighting skills for whoever's willing to pay. His family would like him to settle back with them, but he fears that he can only bring them misfortune so stays far away. Even though he has since ended his watch with the Nephilim, he has never forgotten what his duty means. Any chance he gets to stick a middle finger to Alithe and her forces, he'll take it. Occasionally, he'll cross paths and, eventually, blades with a Nephilim on his way, but makes sure to spare them. He was usually the one to claim victory: few Nephilim knew how to effectively fight one of their own.

To this day, Rowan has not forgotten the promise he made to Rayu. He has not crossed paths with her again, but will make sure the fresh corpse of a criminal for her to feast on. His query, Shertul, remains as elusive as she is and he begins to wonder whether he did the right thing in sparing her. Seeing as she is probably somewhere doing good work, Rowan thinks so.

Memories

• His first spar (also his first loss)
• That time he avoided punishment by winning a spar
• His first kiss and soon after, loss of virginity
• The day he stood before Raziel
• His first mission (also his first failed mission)
• His encounter with Rayu and facing off against friends to save her
• Being ripped of his powers

[Tortoise]

@Lawful Newtral

I like it a lot, but one small issue: Rayu has a surprisingly normal body. No extra limbs. In fact, she's very beautiful by most standards. She does have sharp teeth and wings, tho.

Delete that bit and I'm cool with the rest.

[Emuxe]

@Lawful Newtral He's excellent! And he's accepted (after you fix the Rayu thing)!

TotallyliketheJaimieLannisterlookaliketoolololol

[Tortoise]

(not legit complaining- just shitposting)

[Emuxe]

Totally complaining beb, don't even lie.

[Tortoise]

Totally complaining be, don't even lie.

@Emuxe

[Silver Carrot]

Just to say I haven't vanished

[Lawful Newtral]

@Jeyma MEMES

[Tortoise]

Just to say I haven't vanished

@Silver Carrot

Wonderful! I'm sure all the others will be glad to hear i-

@Jeyma MEMES

@Lawful Newtral

Apparently, memes are more important than Silver having not vanished.

_{(I'm trying so hard not to post right now because I want to but the past two posts are both written largely by me.)}

[Silver Carrot]

XD

Really want to make a second character, though. I just don't have one in mind besides the fact they're a female elf who likes/liked adventuring, gave Amber her pipes and uses a bow/crossbow/both. I can never finalise a backstory/alignment

[Tortoise]

XD

Really want to make a second character, though. I just don't have one in mind besides the fact they're a female elf who likes/liked adventuring, gave Amber her pipes and uses a bow/crossbow/both. I can never finalise a backstory/alignment

@Silver Carrot

It depends on the character you're making and your writing style. Want something dramatic? Tragic past. Want an aggressive one? Think of a backstory that forced her to become that way. If you want an adventurer, think of a backstory that might have lead to them desiring adventure.

But you've been asking for help on the backstory for days now. If you can't think of a backstory, just give her a few paragraphs of generic backstory and mention the parts you already know (meeting your last character)

[Silver Carrot]

Tried to make an elf who likes adventure, it eventually evolved into basically Tarzan

Vania Lasslarin

Vania Lasslarin

Basic Information

Full Name: Vania Lasslarin
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Birth Date: 31/11
Race: Elf
Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Brown
Face Shape: Slender, pointed chin
Skin Tone: Fair
Height: 5”5/165 cm
Weight: 110 lbs/50kg
Body Type: Lean
Natural Markings: None
Scar(s): Faint scars on arms
Tattoo(s): None

Personality

3 Words: Freedom, Take, Savage
Like(s): Luxuries, stealing, the feeling of besting another
Dislike(s): Captivity, rules, working for others

Want(s): Adventure
Fear(s): Very little

Favourite...

Colour(s): Blue
Time of Day: Evening
Food: Cakes, bread, things that are not found in the wild
Animal: Owl
Place in Terra: All of it

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special ablilty/ies: None
Good at...: Archery, hunting, climbing trees and navigating their branches, creating remedies and potions
Bad at...: Integrating into society

Traits

Good Habit(s): None
Bad Habit(s): Stealing, bathing nude, eating very messily

History

The Past

Vania always had dreams of adventure. She would listen to her father tell stories of brave warriors who travelled the land, fighting off beasts and evil men. From as young as she could remember, her heart was set on following in the footsteps of these heroes. Her family, however, was strict when it came to traditional lifestyle. Vania was taught how to hunt, how to cook, how to create potions and remedies using naught but the ingredients of the forest, and when she came of age, would be married off to an elf from another family.

Her one solace was that she’d often take daily walks through the forest, where she’d sit at the edge of a small lake three miles out from the village, and play pan pipes. It was during these trips that she met a Fae, and the two became close though they rarely ever talk to each other, being that Vania couldn’t speak in the tongues of man, and the Fae couldn’t speak Elvish. Still, they’d take turns on the pipes, and laugh, and point out the visible wildlife to each other.

But every time this happened, she’d eventually go back home, back to being groomed into a bride. Her solace at home was that every night, she’d read more tales about adventure, and freedom. She finally decided that the day before she was to come of age, she would run away. Away from her family. Away from the Elf her marriage had been arranged with, who she had never even met. The day came, and she wavered in her convictions, but still, she couldn’t stay here a day longer otherwise she’d miss her chance to leave forever, and she’d live an unhappy life regretting it.

She ran. She ran so far that they’d never catch up with her. She didn’t know how far or how long she ran, just that when she stopped, she threw up and then passed out from exhaustion. She woke up feeling nothing but regret. She had been a child. She should return and apologize, but she realised that she was lost. She had made a terrible mistake.

In her search for home she unwittingly travelled further and further away from it, if it hadn’t have been for her training at the hands of her parents, she’d have died. She slowly learned more and more how to survive in the endless forest, and eventually forgot about returning home. This was her life now.

As she got closer to humani civilisation, she started discovering lone human travellers. Once upon a time, she might have engaged them in conversation, but the laws of nature had long since overridden any semblance of civility in her, and she robbed everyone she met, besides Nephilm authorities, whom she quickly learned that she had to flee from to avoid capture.

Once, she actually was captured, but during her year in captivity she learned many things, such as how to speak humani, the factions of Nephim and Revenant and the Gods they worship, and though she was still not a civilised Elf, she was now too educated to be a savage.

The Present

Vania did her time, and is now free again. She has returned to the forest as that is the only life she knows, and the honest work of the towns and cities just seems like yet another prison for her. She enjoys being free. Sometimes she will buy nice things from the towns and cities from money she has stolen. She is on the razor’s edge between an intelligent, cosmopolitan being and a beast of nature.

She still has no home, sleeping in caves, up tress, or in streets of towns when nobody tries to move her along. She bathes in rivers and lakes instead of hot baths, and eating food she hasn’t killed herself is a rare luxury for her. Still, there a tiny part of her brain which is unsatisfied with simply living. It yearns for a real quest of purpose. A real adventure.

[SanaChan]

@Silver Carrot Sybil wants to know if they can be friends, but Nyx is making it very clear you should say no lol

[Silver Carrot]

@SanaChan

Lol. The criminal joining up with the Nephilm. That'll go well