[CHAR] After the End

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Characters:

Houndmaster Hoyt (@Paraffin)
Cyril Tabard (@chiru)
Thomas Aldane (@DrunkasaurusRex)
Desmark Zepertes (@Blubaron45)

[Paraffin]

Houndmaster Hoyt

Name / Sex / Age
Hoyt Alauntborne / Obnoxiously Male / 42

APPEARANCE

A mastiff of a man half hidden behind an unkempt crop of curly blonde hair, the ever-present blush of anger coloring his pale, sweaty features. Objectively ugly the unfettered intensity of Hoyt's wild eyes keep most observers at arm's length, smoldering flecks of green set beneath a meaty brow. He stinks of hounds and hard labor and his beard is an untrimmed reminder of meals past.

PERSONALITY
Hoyt has never much cared for the company of others--an attitude most have been all to happy to indulge--fonder of the family dog than his siblings. Having quickly grown too large for his father to discipline he had run of his household at an early age, never adopting the milder temperament society expects. As such he has grown into a coarse and plain-speaking man ruled by shallow passions and prone to violent tantrums, ready and willing to raise a hand to any perceived slight or insult.

Misogynistic and brash he hates lying and being lied to, holding the 'weaker sex' and effeminate men in low regard for an assumed duplicitous nature; honesty chief among his few virtues. Quick to brag and point out others failings he is never the less a hard worker and keen to do something himself if of the mind he can do it better, though likewise reluctant to admit another more skilled than himself. To date he has several sons and daughters (the fruit of a few roadside trysts with unwilling women) though has never been much of a father to the ones he knows of. Hoyt beat his eldest son to death over an argument he pretends to scarcely remember.

Hoyt believes in magic and the devil.

BACKGROUND
From the cradle on up Hoyt was a handful in the most literal sense, six feet at fourteen and with no mind to share he quite quickly ate his family out of house and home, starving two of his three sisters to death in the process. Eventually hunger forced the lad to forage for himself, much of his youth spent away from the hovel in which he was raised. Well aware his kin were happy for any hiatus he gave them a young Hoyt grew to hate them for it, refusing to adopt any of the blame himself. For many years he hunted the surrounding lands with the family hound at his heels, following its subtle cues as the basics of subsistence came with time. Eventually while tracking an elk he stalked clear across to the nearest hamlet and simply never returned; his folks just as like to think him dead and be better for it.

Stotely as he came to know it offered plenty of opportunities for a man of Hoyt's stature, even if the town was sick of him near as soon as he arrived. Here he hunted, cooked and on occasion outright robbed his way to a more leisurely lifestyle, gaining a layer of fat and foul reputation he'd never be rid of. Though it started innocently enough with adopting the odd stray or wild dog nosing about town Hoyt eventually began outright stealing hounds from the more well to do peasantry, earning the attention of a local lord. As one might imagine Hoyt was pilloried and the animals confiscated, though it came as some surprise he was forcibly-consigned as the court fewterer afterwards. As luck would have it one of the 'strays' he'd adopted was the lord's own, an unruly and aggressive creature that had resisted the best efforts of the handler he was to replace.

From then to now the years were relatively uneventful, Hoyt having been a mostly loyal member of the Lord's retinue and source of amusement for the sheltered bluebloods, his size and 'wild ways' an enduring novelty.

MOTIVATION
Hoyt was volunteered by the house of Greystroke to which he owes his fielty, under the not-so-veiled threat that his beloved hounds would surely die of 'loneliness' should he or the expedition fail to return. He is to provide evidence to the outlandish claims of an eastern paradise or disprove them, though has been assigned mostly to ensure the others don't end up lost or starving to death in the wastes. Hale as he is it can be safely assumed he has orders to murder any ambitious persons or parties that might seek to jeopardize the success of this endeavor.

EQUIPMENT
*Large club - A sturdy length of knobbed hardwood used mainly for separating rowdy dogs. It is scored by faded teeth marks and has enough heft that it can't be redirected mid-swing. A long length of braided leather is threaded through the base to keep it tied to the wielder's wrist when in use or retrieve it after being thrown.

*Messer - A long hewing knife intended for chopping wood and general forestry but is Hoyt's preferred utensil in any task where it might make due. Used in everything from cooking and cleaning animals to picking his teeth. Smells strongly of the boot he sticks it in.

*Garm, Bran and Soter - A trio of his Lord's favored hounds. These heavyset animals are well suited for tracking and downing large game but require a stern and experienced hand to keep them from the throats of the party. Very aggressive.

*Thick Hide Armor - A secure coat of treated animal hide that can be peeled off in layers Hoyt's armor can be pressed into service as a blanket or shelter when the need arises and in general holds up better against blunt trauma and tears than it would against piercing weapons. Mostly waterproof.

*Odds and Ends - Being experienced in living outside the comforts of a hearth and homestead it can safely be assumed Hoyt has the various items and small tools for cooking, hiking and crafting shelter on his person. Short of listing every waterskin, piton or piece of flint let it simply be said he prepared adequately for harsh terrain and inexperienced company.

TRAITS

Hardy 1
Thick-Skinned 1
Tall 1
Imposing 1
Grappler 1
Basic Weapons 1
Ranged Weapons 2
Light Armor 1
Woodsman 1
Hunter 1
Trapper 2
Animal Whisperer 2
Chef 1
Master Fewterer 5
21

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Base 7
Ugly 1
Clumsy 1
Loud 1
Slow 2
Dumb 2
Abrasive 1
Hot-Headed 2
Reckless 3
Heavy Eater 1
-21

[chiru]

Cyril Tabard

Cyril Tabard / Male / 28

Appearance:
Lanky and sickly pale, Cyril has a generally unpleasant look to him. His features are vaguely rat like with sharp, dark eyes and scraggly dark hair. His movements are quick and snakelike, and he is prone to toothy grins.

Image: (you can ignore the outfit and such, this is just a reference for the face)

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Personality:
Slippery, slimy, and not particularly strong, ever since Cyril was young he learned that underhanded methods were the best way to get what he wanted. It is rare for him to feel even a shred of loyalty towards others, and will not hesitate to betray people when a better opportunity arises. He expects other people to feel the same way, and never bothers to place trust in anyone – preferring to stab them in the back before they can stab him. Cyril is proud of his skills and abilities, often to the point of cockiness, and has the ability to adapt to most any situation. Despite being generally disliked, Cyril hates to be alone and would much rather be among people who hate him than have nobody around at all.

Background:
Cyril was born in a former major city when his mother was hiding. The pregnancy and childbirth in such a toxic zone had adverse effects on both mother and child, and Cyril was born with an illness that would follow him his whole life, even after the two moved to a less poisonous area. His mother was a criminal, a petty one, and he knew nothing of his father. As Cyril grew up, his mother grew more and more sick, to the point that she could barely function, and the lowlifes that she had worked with soon enough turned to him when she inevitably passed away. Starting from a young age, Cyril assisted in many burglaries – at first simply playing the role of a lost child to distract witnesses and guards, and eventually moving on to his own robberies. He never had much wealth and was always considered to be on the bottom rung of society – skulking through alleys, despised by all. Cyril grew resentful – always seething at the lack of respect that was shown to him. His bitterness towards everyone above him, particularly the rich, motivated him to commit more severe crimes with no guilt whatsoever, feeling like he was giving them what they had coming to them.

Motivation: Respect and glory. Cyril is aware that his illness means that he most likely will not live for many more years, and he refuses to die being considered nothing more than a lowlife. If he could return with treasures aplenty, he would be adored by the people in his town that previously looked at him with disgust.

Equipment:

• A small but lethal dagger he keeps concealed. Cyril usually prefers not to kill – leaving that to the others – but won’t hesitate if there is no other option. Occasionally, he will coat it in poison.
• A small tin filled with lockpicks
• A compass
• An old, dented pocketwatch his mother gave to him
• Light leather armor. He’s not particularly used to wearing armor, but chose to find some before embarking on the journey. It doesn’t protect against much, but it’s still an extra layer, and it allows him to move in silence.

Traits:

• Agile +1
• Quiet +2
• Burglar +2
• Theatric +1
• Sprinter +1
• Grappler +1
• Light sleeper +1
• Basic weapons +1
• Light armor +1
• Observant +1
• Medic +2
• Untrustworthy -3
• Sickly -2
• Ugly -1
• Weak -1

[TyrannosaursRex]

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[Blubaron45]

Desmark Zepertes / Male / 22

Appearance
Desmark is fortunate enough to possess his father's rough looks on him as he is often regarded as having a good poker-face. A-top his head, is a thick set of brown and dusty nestled to complement his ragged appearance. He is of medium height along with long and hooked nose of his household along with board facial features. His eyes are dark blue, often regarded as a piercing blue and crystal-like color. Desmark overall has fair skin and looks intelligent as he is in actuality.

Personality
Though he has a poker face, Desmark could easily be described as an obsessive-compulsive, and a very stubborn one at that as he becomes easily angered when things don't go the way he wishes to. Many may say this is due to his upbringing as a privileged noble, though he himself believes he gets it from his mother. Many of his impulsive behaviors are often things he regrets as he reflects on afterward, though he learns from his mistakes quite easily. His demeanor also often also comes across as boastful, making him unlikable by many, though that is not his intention. Desmark is a man who can easily come off as 'smarter-than-thou' due to being a young medical practitioner, though can often back up what he says. Seeing death however has made him fear losing the life of those who he becomes fond of and tries his best to save lives. He is also witty and at times, quite humorous though only rarely as well as quiet and reserved, although not entirely submissive. Desmark also lives by a code, and often has trouble breaking his own rules though has learned to pass his limits at times.

Background
Born as Desmark of the noble house of Zepertes, son of Gretyr, this charming young lad was born into the fortunate turn of events as a nobleman and like many of his forefathers and relatives who lived before him, he was predisposed to a life of easy simplicity, or so he thought. Though born privilege, he could not say he had a life of ease for he was born to a stubborn and hardened father who like many good fathers, challenged him to a life of becoming a hardened and soon-to-be honorable man, waiting to make a name for himself. Though he was the eighth-born son, his father encouraged him to take initiate himself in a intuitive manner despite knowing he could not own the lands of his older brothers. One young and eager boy, who was often told the tales of great knights and warriors who participated in the many battles during his father's time, could've easily conditioned themselves to live a life of soldiery and rigorous training, Desmark focused his attention on becoming a scholar.

Though training quite as often as many pages his age, often catering to knights they had admired and aspired to be, Desmark would usually spend his time buried underneath his books, studying anatomy and often reading about the 'Old World', as many authors refer to it as. It was a world Desmark often mesmerized of, one world of a great technological renaissance, where many historians often romanticized though never truly knew of. It was never a great knight or warrior Desmark wished to become, but an intellectual as the many he once read of in the old world and the ones who lived during the time after the events which destroyed it. He never quite caught in interest in swordsmanship though he has some experience in the field due to growing up as of a noble household who at his youth, was trained to become a knight at the time prior to choosing his career in the medical field.

And so, at the age of thirteen, just having received his title of being a 'squire', Desmark, under the supervision and approval of his father, moved away from home and boarded himself at the University, where his formal training in medicine would begin. The University was not quite was he expected, being rather small and conservative, not quite what he expected from what he read about in his youthful days. Though being quite a few years younger than most, many scholars noted him for being rather intelligent, far ahead of those his age and often beyond, though he was still a boy and not often taken seriously. This was something Desmark had to deal with as he grew to show his competence in this meritocracy and thus name a small name for himself as a young man, destined to be a great contributor in the intellectual world.

It was at age twenty where the University granted him his credentials to consider himself a competent doctor and although he had traveled to many places, he had still not known the real world. It is in these two years that Desmark decided to travel outside of the intellectual world he had grown accustomed to, in the pursuit of wisdom and experience, awaiting what life had to offer him before making a name for himself as a doctor. Desmark hopes to complete his life goals, as he always dreamt of in his youth.

Motivation
Ever since Desmark was young, he always had aspired to make a name for himself despite being the eighth born son of his noble family household, destined for nothing but soldiery, priesthood, or an academic. After choosing the life of an academic intellectual, ready to pick the ripped fruits of knowledge to help the world. Desmark chooses to live the life of a scholarly and philosophical intellectual, enriched with wisdom and experience - though he has quite a long way to go.

Equipment

Weapons:

• One handed sword.
• One blue-painted shield.
• One sturdy Longbow.
• Thirty arrows.
• One long dagger strapped to his belt.
• Three hidden knives: One he keeps in his boot, one he keeps in his shirt, and another hidden in his left sleeve.

Armor:

• Light boiled leather armor.
• Light brown and green clothing.
• Basic cape and hood.

Equipment:

• A sturdy, medium-sized backpack.
• Basic Medical tools.
• Herbs and medicine to perform basic surgery.
• Four medical books.
• Small pickaxe.
• Food to last a few days.

Traits
Medic - You can perform basic first-aid to a certain degree of skill. +2
Doctor - You have extensive experience in more advanced medical operations. +3
Scholar - You are an expert in some "scientific" field. +3
Intelligent - You are naturally smart. +2
Learned - You are literate and have a relatively advanced education, in comparison to the common man. +2
Ranged Weapons - You are skilled in the operation of bows, crossbows, or perhaps even javelins or slings. +2
Light Armors - You are comfortable in leather, chain and scale armors. +1
Observant - You are better at noticing traps, as well as your enemies' weaknesses. +1

Clumsy - You are a klutz. -1
Myopic - You have bad eyesight. -1
Abrasive - You are rude, and generally disliked for it. -1
Skittish - You frighten easily, and have trouble keeping your cool in stressful situations.-2
Hot-Headed - It is sometimes difficult for you to think clearly. -2
Slow - You cannot move quickly. -2