[CHAR] Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

[Arthanus]

Name: Silas Rose

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Appearance:

Hider

Silas stands 5'9" tall with black hair, under the mask he hides his slave brand even after being freed

Bio: Born a slave in the city of Danenfoth Silas never was destined for an easy life. From the time he could barely walk he was forced into hard labor but is was his bad attitude and "That look" which lead Silas into a different form of Slavery. At the Age of six he was sold to "The Pit" an arena where slaves would fight for the amusement of the people. From the age of six he began his fight for survival. There was no formal training in the pit all you could do was take in anything and everything the older slaves were willing to pass down and from there build up your own fighting skill and power. All that was left was for you to survive.

Luckily the people of the empire aren't (entirely) Savages and Silas didn't have to step foot into the Arena until he was 16. And due to his strong will to live and the fact he had been in The Pit quite a bit longer than most of the slaves his age group he soon shot up the ranks to be one of the top spots in his generation. But that spot, although it did lead to some luxuries was more a curse than a blessing, as Silas' fame grew so did his adversaries. The young boy had more Challengers than he could count rarely getting more than a few days to rest before being thrown into the fray of battle again. This Cycle continued until Silas was 21 the day he won his freedom.

That day turned out to be one of the most challenging days of Silas' life. A special free for all brawl of a tournament all for a chance of freedom. Not only did Silas have to fight against his normal rivals, but all comers young and old from any division of The Pit. And after five grueling fights, one mock mission in which Silas and a team of his choosing fought to the death with live Orcs captured just for this event, and an unmissable final round, only one foe stood in his way .... A "Reaper" A masked Champion chosen to be a final test.

In all aspects Silas should have died in that final fight, but somehow he pulled through actually slicing the Reaper's mask in two before it could finish him off. With that move the Reaper saw the final thing it needed to see and instead of delivering the final blow helped Silas up freeing him from the pit. For the next Eight years Silas has worked as an Adventurer and Mercenary trying to make a name for himself. And now he has decided to make his own Mercenary Company in an attempt to take on bigger and better contacts and missions.

Fighting Style:

Survival - Silas' entire fighting style is designed to survive. Without any real or proper training his moves are almost feral and unpredictable, but yet sometimes flashy from his old need to please the crowd. Due to his time in the Pit Silas is proficient with most weapon types, but he prefers a sword to most other weapons.

Equipment:
-A Pair of One Twin Curved Sword
-An Orc Longsword
-An Oak Recurve Bow
-A Set of Throwing Knives x 10 total
-a Hunting Knife
-Modified suit of Empire scout Armor
-Quiver with arrows
-Survival Rations for a week

Skills/Abilities:
"Eye for Skill" - A talent almost required in the Arena, the ability to get a read of your oponent at a glance. this skill works on most humanoids. Silas uses things like body structure, body mass, they way someone walks/stands to determine someone's combat ability.
"That Look" - Silas' glare seems to pierce your soul making it very hard to lie to his face
Survivor - A Gladiator at heart Siegfried is a hard man to kill he comes with many scars and the lessons that come from it.
Storyteller - Although he seldom reveals his slave upbringing Siegfried is well known to tell the tales of the arena to boost the Moral of his comrades when needed.

Other Information:

[Skull]

Name: Ludivico Nyambaya Locche
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Appearance: Lucky Locche does not have the physicality of a self-imposing man. He wouldn't have his average height and build any other way as he doesn't enjoy being a standout from the crowd. Underneath his long braided hair and scruffy beard are chiseled facial features and Asiatic brown eyes. So long as the weather permits it, Locche will wear a full leather wardrobe and sleek tricorn hat. Warmer climates will see him in a buccaneer's vest and slacks, though he prefers to add a long sleeve to cover the ink scribbled all over his upper body.

Bio: There's not much to say about Ludivico's upbringing. He was born on a hot summer day aboard a slaver's ship. Was his mother a slave, or was she the Captain's wife? Perhaps the makings of both. Ludivico could care less. The oldest memory he can conjure up is a giant hand grabbing him by the hair and chucking him out onto the sand. From that point on his custodians exchanged hands between wayfaring artisan types and mercantile travelers. None of which had the courage or patience to take him under their wing for long.

At age 10 he was living on his own -- moving from city to city, pick pocketing his way into young adulthood where he attempted to slight a venerable pirate named Kaleem "The Falchion" Suleiman. Much to Ludivico's chagrin (and utmost fear of crossing a great pirate) he was applauded for his efforts and invited into Kaleem's cadre. Invite is a much more flowery word than what The Falchion used, as it involves choice, and young Locche was no longer entitled to such luxuries. At least for now.

Fast forward 20 years worth of perilous squabbling and swashbuckling violence...

Ludivico has become a sailing merchant of the Eastern Isles. His boat, The Vishanti, is a small brigantine style ship, sleek in design and a dream to handle. It was made out of the remaining pieces of Kaleem's boat that mysteriously found itself swept ashore six summers ago. To this day Ludivico hasn't found any clues regarding Captain Suleiman's disappearance, nor does he intend to go out of his way to conduct his own investigation. As The Falchion often said, "Lives are but shit-stained seaweeds soaking in the ocean foam. Send them your best regards with an empty bottle and a belly full of rum, and hope their ghost doesn't come hauntin' for anything more than that."

Locche is under a contracted partnership with the thieves guild. He sells weapons to rural areas and villages privy of rising beast attacks. He'll occasionally lend his services as a hired axe, usually for city folk traveling out into the coast for vacation. Very rarely does he fight for coin or hunt beasts - lest the money is too good to pass up. While the pay is decent, he has his sights set on more grander investments, as he's often seen rubbing elbows with all sorts of business folk nowadays. He hopes to catch wind of a golden opportunity that will grant him the comfortable boring life he so secretly desires.

Fighting Style: There is no name for the way he cuts men down. Some have called it chaotic. Messy. Yet in the eye of the tornado is a calculating fighter that demands swift death through unflinching violence. Unhindered by heavy armor, Ludivico is quick and agile, striking at a relentless pace with enough battle awareness to keep multiple targets at bay.

Equipment:

• Dual Short Axes
• Magelock Pistol: Single shot pistol that can pack a heavy punch used as a last resort. It is most effective at close/mid-range.

Skills/Abilities:

• Excellent - Sailing
• Excellent - Close Quarter Fighting
• Great - Marksmanship/ Axe-Throwing
• Great -Trading
• Decent - Fishing
• Decent - Smithing

Other information:

rules

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[Cuddle Pot]

Name: Stefano Di Lucca XII
Gender: Male
Age:24
Appearance:
Thin of frame and short of stature measuring 5' 7" and 138 pounds. When possible he keeps his mousey brown hair styled. He wears light and flamboyant noble cloths colored purple and green, his house colours, and a gaudy artist's beret.
Bio: Stefano was born as the youngest of 7 sons into the storied and illustrious Lucca family. With six older brothers, dozens of nephews, uncles, cousins, and scheming finalcial advisors Stefano was denyied a live of power as head of his house. Whitch as family tradition dictates was always passed to the oldest male in the family. His disinterest in politics and quick boredom with noble intrique also furthered his supposed uselessness to the family and for his whole life he was given an allowance larger than most peasances see in their live and was more or less expected and told to stay out of the adults way until he could be married off in some political scheme.

As a result he was left with more wealth and spare time then he knew what to do with and engedged in various hobbies. As a boy he read the journals and histories of his families founder who he was named after, Stefano I. He attended concerts and art galleries. He learned to paint and play the lyre, and lute and would sneak out of his country mansion to play in the locale village square.

When history and art grew boring he spent his preeteen year's in the company of animals, learning to ride horses, train falcons (like Stefano I), and breed and hunt with dogs.

When the animals kingdom lost it's appeal he sought pleasure in being a patron of science. He donated to Dwarven clocksmiths and watch makers, and innovators of gunpowder and fireworks, who made him a customed rifle and pistol set and taught him to shoot.

Around his 14 hear Stefano found pleasure in the rush of gambling both in intricate high stake games in gilded casinos or in a simple game of dice in a dirty alleyway.

At 16 he found entertainment in blood sport such as cock fights and bare knuckle bar brawls (a few he took part in). He had his own box seat reserved for him in the Pit and won a horses weight in gold when he bet against the 1000:1 odds of Silas Rose defeating The Reaper.

Stefano's decedent lifestyle infuriated his family as they they spent countless coin on containing word of his free time from potential suitors. The straw that broken the camels back was when they discovered that once a month he and a few friends would saddle their horses and engaged in dangerous beast hunts near the shadowlands borders.

Stefano was stripped of his title and cut off financially from the family. Taking his favorite possessions from his old life Stefano is now thrust in a world he is unprepared for searching for a means to sustain himself and fight off the boredom that has plaged him all his life.

Fighting style: Stefano prefers to kill from a distance by first sicking the hounds and his prized falcon on his foes while he lines up the perfect shot with his customed Dwarven arquebus. When pressed into a melee Stefano prefers to mount his horse and retreat to a safe distance to reload.

Equipment:
Costumed Dwarven arquebus- long ranged and extremely heavy this beautiful weapon while accurate is difficult to use on the run.
Rapier
Two pure breed bloodhounds and one wolfhound
Hunting falcon

Skills/abilities:
Excellent marksmanship
Excellent horsemanship
Good "poker face"
Good artistic talent and musicianship
Good with animals

other info

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOCo

[Lyla]

_{Theme: Awake and Alive}

Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance: Odessa stands an average five foot, but despite her small stature, her entire aura is anything but. Odessa, while friendly and helpful, has a sort of larger than life feel to her that many people cannot pin-point. Though she does have some issues with social interactions at times, there is an unshakeable determination that shines within those hazel eyes of hers. Her build is of toned muscle and feminine curves coupled with a small frame. Though not as strong as most warriors, she looks like she can hold her own.

Biography: Odessa grew up in the heart of the empire as a noble's daughter. She wanted for little and was given almost everything, but instead of looking up to her parents for guidance, she had to suffer the consistent rotation of handmaidens. Though it was a lonely childhood, she kept her nose between the pages of books and spent most of her time trying to master the magic of her birthmark from tutors. During these younger years she wasn't much trouble and mostly kept to herself.

However as she grew up, she started to acquire a wanderlust and found herself sneaking out of the house to walk down streets, climb trees, and watch warriors train in the barracks. This is when she became fascinated by the tales of old, of heroes who fought back the beasts from the Shadowlands, and yearned to earn a place by their sides. A somewhat famous brawler had taken notice of this and decided to take the young noble under his wing, though never let her go into proper battle. Despite her lack of real experience, he noticed her ability to learn quickly and before a few years, she was creeping up on even his level of skill.

Growing into an adult spurred a romantic encounter that changed Odessa's life. As she found herself in training, she would often meet a soldier by the name of Ashley, who would spar with her often. Before long, they both had formed an attraction to one another that was slowly blossoming into something special. Before it could fully formed however, Ashley was called to the front line and met an unfortunate end to her story. With a spark of bittersweet resolve, Odessa choose to dedicate the next year to training until she finally felt ready to join the front lines herself as an irregular - determined not to let Ashley's sacrifice be in vain.

Fighting Style: Odessa fights with a clear fluidity to her motions that are as efficient as they are precise. Though not a master at her particular style, she tries her best to not let a single motion be wasted, playing heavly off of her intelligence as much as her muscle memory.

Equipment: Odessa carries very little, which is normally only her clothes, though she does have a fraction of her own wealth within whatever quarters she's settled into among other things. She does try to carry a small portion of rations within a pouch.

Skills/Abilities:

• Journeyman Martial Artist: While nothing that stands out, Odessa can definitely hold her own in a fight.
• Journeyman Acrobatic: Along with her magic and her combat prowess, Odessa has trained to flip, tumble, twist, and dodge - at least enough to be regularly effective.
• Arcane Wizard: Odessa uses her magic to normally enhance her attacks as a martial artist, though at times, will also pulse the magic to propel her into the air.

Other

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[SirSqueakalot91]

Dixon Cyder (out but free to use)

Name: Dixon Cyder

Gender: M

Age: 28

Appearance: Dixon stands at 6'0 ft, with dark hair and eyes to match. He has the mark of "Dark Magic" of his shoulder, and a long scar over his right eye. On his other arm is a tattoo of skeleton king.

Bard:

Assassin Gear:

Bio: Dixon comes from the Cyder noble family. Because of this, he is rather wealthy, which came in handy when he met Silas. Silas told him about his idea for a mercenary crew, and Dixon thought it would be a good way to make more money.
At the age of fifteen, Dixon joined the "Bard's College", and learned he excelled at storytelling and negotiations.
Unknown to most though, outside of either guild, Dixon has a second job. Since the age of fifteen, he has been a member of the "Dagger Family", a guild of assassin's that are hidden around the world of Alestoth. By the age of twenty, Dixon was one of their most decorated members, moving up to the rank of "Head Hunter", or the hunter of family members that brake the code.
Thanks to his family's wealth, and the favors he has gathered from his work with his other Family, Dixon has been able to cover the cost of starting the guild up, making him second in command, and the face of the guild.

Fighting Style:
* Bastard's Blade- Dixon fighting style is based around his swords ability to be used as a one hand or two handed weapon, and to be flashy to distract his opponents. The distraction helps, as they focus on the large blade coming towards them, they never notice the dagger until it's buried in their neck.

Equipment:
* Assassin Armor- When doing missions for the "Family", Dixon wears light weight armor, with a mask to conceal his identity. The armor has a sleeve his dagger easily fits in, hiding it from view.
* Bastard Sword- Dixon has a long sword, which he can use as a one hand or two handed weapon. The signature weapon of the Cyder family.
* Assassin Dagger- A dagger made out of rock in a volcano, its blade is black as night, and with a slight red tent in its color. Whenever a new member joins the "Family", their dagger is made with the special volcanic stone, and a mix of their own blood and some blood from their first kill.
* Crossbow- A simple crossbow, nothing special about it. He carries 15 bolts for it, but he will be the first to admit that he isn't the best shot with it.
* Weeks worth of rations
* Debt Book- A book with the names of people that owes him. It holds their names, a brief description, their lady location, and why they owe him. It has a lock, and seems to only open for a "spell phrase" that only Dixon knows. Another useful tool of the "Family".

Skills/Abilities:

* Darkness Wizard- Dixon is skilled in the use of "Blood Magic", and is trying to learn more abilities in the "Darkness School" of magic.
* Charm- While in conversation, Dixon can charm people, making them feel as if they had been friends for years, which works perfectly with Silas "Look", making them a good team.
* A guy for that- For some reason, Dixon seems to have a guy for nearly anything. No one is sure who this man is, as Silas had only seen him once, and the man wore a robe with a mask.

Other: Is Bisexual
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC.

[Illogical Jim]

Name: Jan Oremus, Priest of Ristoth

Gender: Male

Age: 53

Appearance: Father Jan is a fair-skinned human with brown eyes and graying black hair. Not physically imposing, he is of middling height but is possessed of an athletic build. His large nose, which seems to have been broken repeatedly over the years, and his notable lack of several teeth would generally preclude him from the label 'handsome.'

He is very rarely seen wearing anything other than a simple black cassock, a matching cloak, a shirt of blackened mail beneath, and a worn-out pair of cavalry boots. Around his neck shines a silver emblem of his faith. He often smells faintly, though sometimes strongly, of wine, ale, or whatever sort of alcohol he has managed to lay his hands on.

Bio: Jan was born to a family of free peasant farmers in the heartlands of the Empire. The youngest of three sons, he was apprenticed to the local blacksmith, and spent several years under the tutelage of a man that may have been the worst smith in the country. Wearying of life with an incompetent and cruel master, he ran away at the age of fifteen to join a passing mercenary band, the Broken Blades.

For many years Jan rode with the Broken Blades and their captain, Mortain the Black- so called for the blackened armor he and the rest of his men wore. Serving first repairing and maintaining equipment and later as a man-at-arms, Jan grew to adulthood amid the blood and the din of battle. He found that the soldier's life suited him very well, and he rose over the years to become a lieutenant to Mortain, commanding the light cavalry.

Twenty years after he had first joined the Broken Blades, what was supposed to have been a routine skirmish quickly degenerated into a slaughter. The company was under orders to turn back an orcish raiding party, though it would happen that the 'raiding party' was in fact the vanguard for a much larger force which significantly outmatched the small mercenary band. Mortain, his bodyguard retinue, and the infantry were rapidly encircled. Jan and his light cavalry attempted to punch a hole in the orcish flank and create an exit for his comrades, but to naught.

What little remained of the Broken Blades fled at the death of their captain, dissipating into the countryside. The organization that Jan had spent his life working for, building up, had simply ceased to exist. All he had to show for his time was a ravaged set of teeth and a somewhat disfigured nose. He spent most of the next decade drunk and waiting for death. He briefly took up adventuring, finding his skill set well-suited to the work. At the age of forty-six, while defending a monastery devoted to Ristoth and the monks and laypeople sheltering inside of it, he experienced a religious awakening. He was quite convinced The Creator spoke directly to him, urging him to mend his wicked ways and live righteously. Once his job was complete, he entered the seminary and trained zealously for the priesthood.

Upon completion of his training, Jan was dispatched to a small village near the fringe of the Dread Desert, not far from Blackstone Fortress. In time he learned to let go of the rage and the hatred in his heart, and came even to love his little flock. He felt like a man reborn, and would have gladly ended his days there in peace.

Unfortunately, an invading orcish clan has destroyed the village, and Father Jan, along with the other survivors, have been pressed into service with the militia. His lack of enthusiasm with this new state of affairs has resulted in a return to drink, though he is eager to repay the monsters that have again ruined him for their trouble.

Fighting Style: Jan fights best from horseback with sword and lance, and, though his skill has rusted significantly, he has not forgotten the basics.

Equipment: Old arming sword, scavenged shield, dirk, holy text, and a shirt of blackened mail.

Skills/Abilities:

Capable swordsman (rusty)
Skilled horseman (rusty)
Skilled lancer (rusty)
Excellent bookkeeper
Competent tactician
Passable orator

My Hider

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[Temperance]

Violet Saint-Valeri

Name

Violet Saint-Valeri

Gender

Female

Age

27

Appearance

Out of the 10 female assassin's in the order of Andaria, Violet was one of the tallest among them. Standing in at 5'7 and weighing approximately 128 pounds, she was also one of the curviest. An overly womanly figure was not ideal to the order. Slender figures were thought to better aid in agility during combat and covert assignments, and she would often skip meals to rectify the situation. However, after the tower's breach she learned to appreciate herself no matter what anyone else thought, and enjoyed her meals.

Bio

Isabella Feu was an unexpected bundle of sorrow born to less than successful farmers; a poverty stricken family no less who often struggled with dying crops. “There is a curse upon this land!” Her father would often shout, fist thrust toward the stormy skies but his ragged words were nothing but excuses. They hadn't known a bountiful season since before Isabella's birth. Coin could not be tighter and their situation grew dire as time passed, especially when Mrs. Feu fell ill one day. Without sons to support in the toils of hard labor, all the responsibilities fell to Mr. Feu who constantly prayed for a miracle to save his crumbling family.

When Isabella turned six, a month after her mother's overdue passing, two women dressed in elegant silver embroidered robes decided to pay the Feu family a visit. Ambition, duty, and honor were topics discussed that day about Isabella. Mr. Feu had not been the first these two purposely sought out. They offered a price for adolescent daughters, mostly those who bore a sign of magic. The duo promised each family that their children would want for naught, that they would become upstanding citizens in time, and recognized by their heroic deeds. No one truly took these mysterious ladies seriously but the amount of coinage offered solidified the deal and erased any lingering questions. The poor could be so easily manipulated.

What other choice did Mr. Feu have? At fifty, he had not expected to become a father and his ailing health only made matters worse. He hesitantly agreed, settling on a sum of money to finally retire and he would no longer worry over his sweet Isabella's future. Father and daughter exchanged a painful farewell with the little one sobbing hysterically. Hours went by with attempts to console Isabella with the ending result in her falling asleep in one of the hooded woman's lap. Little did she know the difficult life that would await her and the turmoil these deceptive women would bring.

Ten little girls soon learned that their new guardians, the robed women who brought them to the temple belonged to the order of the goddess Andaria. The goddess perceived all, protected downtrodden women, and lent anonymous aid to those who needed it. The girls were hand picked by this goddess, chosen because they were special-or so the order taught. In hindsight, this was nothing more than a fraudulent religion fabricated by rebellious zealots who wanted riches and power. The order used compassion instead of fear to ensnare the children. Each girl renamed in accordance to their magic brand, in Isabella's case they chose a color since she was not of magical descent. The children willingly learned basic combat, values, and followed the order's rules meticulously until their whole world was rewritten.

At the first indication of womanhood the order “cleansed” the apprentices of their sins. If one could not see one could not give into temptation or envy. Each girl sat on their knees, unflinching while a burning unknown substance was carefully poured directly into their eyes. All lived in complete darkness for a month to make sure the drops took, leaving them permanently blind. They prayed to the goddess for her blessing. Visited the shrine and drank from the fountain containing the blood of Andaria, which was a concoction of dark magic conjured from the guardians. The young adults learned skills to become assassins and advanced combat tactics. Mysteriously still, Isabella somehow acquired the ability of illusion magic and was thus taught how to utilize it. They were sent on missions to obtain miscellaneous information or objects for the head of the order, nothing that really seemed honorable or important against the war.

Years passed before the women found out they were being used for wicked schemes. Their tower was raided one night by the militia. After a quick battle against the guardians and the death of the head of the order, the captain only freed the women due to their obvious brainwashed ways. He explained where they were located; a little unestablished island near the Empire of Man. Supposedly one of the female assassins had overheard the head of the order discussing suspicious plans with the guardians. She immediately reported this information to the military, who went on to “rescue” these women.

Unfortunately, their freedom came at a price. They had to start over. She was given nothing in exchange for her tireless years of dedication and sacrifice. Violet became a thief once she emerged from isolation. She had locked herself away at the local inn screaming and crying because she felt sorry for herself. Nothing came of self-pity, so she resorted back to shady inquiries, it was her only choice. There was nothing noble in it, she knew that but slowly she began to make her own way.

As for the rest of the women, a few went home; the ones whose family bonds were strong throughout the years of silence. Some, the dejected ones lost in life with nothing to go back to become courtesans or prostitutes, while the remaining minority became mercenaries for hire like Violet. Life was bleak for a time and earning her reputation as a serious blade for hire nearly broke her more than once. Yet, she somehow carried on and continues to thrive in the darkness.

Fighting Style

Illusion Assassin

Equipment

Violet's attire is custom created just for her; the color and even the blindfold hiding discolored eyes match. The bodice doubles as a harness for both swords to comfortably rest against her back. She can quickly access the swords whenever she needs but they are out of the way the majority of the time. Daggers have their own compartment, one in each boot hidden away.

× Two long swords
× Two daggers
× A tiny pouch of currency

Skills/Abilities
Decoy Illusion

× Can create one functional replica of herself.
× Cons - The decoy vanishes into purple smoke when touched. The decoy's weapons are useless and it cannot land a successful hit since it will disappear into vapor on contact.

After Image

× Violet can move so fast that illusions of herself are created. These illusions cannot attack but cause the foe confusion or disorientation for a brief time.
× Cons – Last for a limited duration. Images are static/stationary. Cannot repeatedly After Image or move at great speeds because the amount of energy required is great, and will drain her.

Acrobat

× There is something mystical in her athleticism, and it is almost as if she weights nothing.

Blind Radar

× Can maneuver through the environment easily due to enhanced awareness and an instinctive sense.
× Cons - She cannot read. Sometimes she is overwhelmed in new places or is bombarded with smells and sounds that distract her.

Other Information

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC.

[hagroden]

Argleif Varst Donchei

Name:
Argleif Varst Donchei (Ar-Glif Var-St Don-shey) or "Ar"

Gender:
Male

Age:
29

Appearance:


Argleif Stands at 5'11 (180cm) and 175lbs (80kg), with wispy white hair and almost glowing blue eyes, His skin as pale as the Icy Peaks of the Blackstone Mountains.

Bio:
Argleif was an infant, abandoned at a secluded monastery of The Children. Located in the frosty peaks of The Northenn Blackstone Mountains, Argleif was raised by a small community of Wind Mages and Masters all bearing the same Birthmark as he. He knew almost nothing of his Mother, only that she was a beautiful, poor, and distressed young women from the Empire of Man who couldn't afford to keep her precious son that bore the birthmark of Wind. Argleif held no bitterness for her, as he knew she only wanted what was best for him, and because he was raised knowing that a grudge was frowned upon by The Children of Ristoth. Along with Forgiveness, he was instilled with the virtues of Patience, Compassion, and Humility; but he was also taught the value of Bravery, Loyalty, and Honor.

Unlike the Mages he was surrounded by, Argleif was taught to practice and grow his magic at an early age. As such he was capable of reaching skill levels rare amongst practicers so young, and with his natural inclination he obtained control even rarer. Due to his potential, he was mentored and trained by the Eldest Mage, a women whose mastery was unchallenged. Because of his environment, Argleif developed a strong sense of Serenity. One that was shaken only by the death of his life-long mentor and adoptive mother shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, the Eldest Mage.

After months of Sorrow and Mourning, Argleif left the peaceful monastery with support, in hopes of furthering his skill in defense of his kin at the Empire's borders. After making the harsh trek west from the mountains to the Empire, he found himself without coin nor comfort in the heart of Mankind's Civilization. He then spent many years bouncing from odd job to odd job, before enlisting into the ranks of the Empire. However Argleif was little use for an army of soldiers, and was soon abandoned by his trainers and recruiters. Afterwards, he found himself searching for a Militia to join, attending any "Talent Search" he could.

Fighting Style:
Full Mage ~ Wind Magi ~ Stunning ~ Support ~ Scouting
Argleif Rarely engages in direct combat, and when he does he uses his magic to retreat quickly; allowing him to work well as bait, or to use his small throwing blades.
Otherwise Argleif uses his skills to assist others; whether stunning an enemy for a companion to strike down, or aiding an arrow to hit it's mark, he is rarely near the front of Combat.

Equipment:
To maintain the lightness to perform his movement oriented magic, Argleif travels with the bare minimum on his person.

• His Clothing, light enough to allow free movement, but warm enough to protect him from the cold of his magic.
• A few blades; A hunting knife at his hip, A small shiv tied to both wrists, and a few throwing blades on a belt located on the small of his Back.
• A small pouch of dried meat and bread
• A leather canteen, capable of holding one litre of wine.

Skills/Abilities:

• Swift Flight: One of the first spells he mastered, Argleif can use his control over wind to move himself at incredible speeds, making him a gifted scout.
• Leap: Along with Swift Flight, Argleif has mastered the ability to propel himself high into the air, aiding him in scouting and reaching to high grounds not easily accessible.
• Projectile Guidance: A simpler skill that requires full concentration; Argleif can aid the accuracy, distance, and impact of small projectiles like stones or arrows with little effort, making him a useful aid for archers.
• Gust: With strong concentration Argleif can summon powerful gusts of wind that can throw smaller foes like pebbles, and with precision cause larger enemies to stumble or fall.
• Halting Winds: A skill that requires extreme exertion, and can rarely be used, Argleif can summon strong, wide winds that can halt groups in their tracks for a few moments, long enough to turn the tide of a battle.

Other Information

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

Argleif is Asexual, or perhaps abstinent, but either way completely disinterested in romance or relationships.

[Blubaron45]

Amare Internellis

^{"Sometimes by losing a battle will you find a new way to win a war."
Themes: Ebla, These scars}

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Name: Amare Internellis

Nickname: 'Mare

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 178 lbs

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Social Class: Middle Class Citizenry

Titles: Low-born.

Appearance: It is by no doubt that Amare is a handsome man as he consists of mainly broad facial features from his father who is originally from the south. He also consists of sharp facial features to compliment his mystical appearance along with his light pale skin. His long, messy hair is the color of ashen, a color of the peoples who dwell in the northern mountains of the Empire of Men, the place of his mother. Amare is also a thin man, though well-built and agile, the ideal physique for a fighter.

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Occupation: Adventurer, "Entrepreneur"

Equipment:

• Daeniel - Bastard Sword
• Wooden Shield
• Two Daggers - One tucked away on his jacket, another wrapped on his right boot.
• Three Throwing Knives
• Two hidden, small belt knives - One hidden in his wrist, another hidden near his collar.
• Boiled Light Leather Armor
• Boiled Leather Trousers
• Three Undershirts
• Two Trousers
• Rolled Sleeping Bag - Made of Seal Skin
• Small Backpack - Leather
• Three Wine Bladders - Leather, one is usually filled with wine.
• Five Pairs of Socks
• Leather Boots
• Yew Bow with Twenty-Five Arrows

Fighting Style:

• Unarmed: (When striking) Southpaw, slugger. Average wrestler.
• Armed: Daeniel - Bastard Sword
• Long-Ranged: Yew Bow with Twenty-Five Arrows

Notable Combat Abilities: Though Amare Internellis knows how to definitely handle himself against foes, he's not always the best when it comes to fighting unarmed and rather often finds himself wanting to fight his foes by the sword, something he is most notably growing to be excellent towards. In fact, his talent with a sword has begun to pave a way for his dreams of becoming a world-class swordsman as he aspires to be a well-known veteran of swordsmanship, as famous as the many heroes from tales depicted over the centuries, and many who have the skill to yield a sword to use it would say he has potential. Though he has a lot of learn in order to to so. Other than his abilities to yield a sword, or shot an arrow from a bow, Amare knows one basic healing spell he can perform, though being quite mediocre and only capable of handling deep lacerations and preventing infects. Amare does not know the name of this spell, though he did learn it once from a mage which he found to be useful.

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Hobbies/Pastimes: Breaking up bar-fights, playing chess, venturing into the world, sword sparring, hunting, fishing.

Talents/Skills: Swordsman, excellent chess player, sailor, proficient navigator.

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Amare Internellis is a quiet, reserved young man, often choosing only to speak when spoken to, or whenever he needs though at times can make sly, witty remarks at times. Many consider him to be quite smooth in social settings, though often abstaining from social settings and not really considering being part of them recreationally. Despite being superficially educated, Amare is quite intelligent as most good mercenaries are, often being able to survive on his own and out-smarting his opponents. Amare likes to consider his slyness as just a gift he has and claims that if he didn't he would be alive. Apart from his social and physical 'slyness', Amare is quite humble, not really quite considering himself to be great for he knows he has much to learn. In addition to this, Amare is also quite loyal to those who do well to him, often having the inclination to do something in return. Though having such good attributes has also almost equally bad ones, Amare is quite considerably honest, too honest at times to the point where a person could easily call him rather blunt or arrogant if he corrects them. His days thus far as a mercenary has however, also made him into a cautious man, often walling himself from others, seeing most people as untrustworthy and opportunistic. Inside he became bitter and cold towards other who harbor any feelings towards him, often wanting to part in emotional connectivity.

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Amare Internellis was born in the Empire of Man, in a small port-city essentially owned partially by his father, a businessmen having to be brought into the world well-to-do. Born as a fifth born son to a young, beautiful northern mother and a arduous father from hailed from an entrepreneurial family, Amare quickly began to be known for his ashen hair, being the only child to have the hair of his mother and her forefathers. His entire youth was spent being primarily raised by his nurturing mother, Marae, and strong-willed brother, Emeraccho, who led the household in his father's absence and taught him how to use a sword. This isn't to say that the father, Brys Internellis, was not absent in the household out of choice. Rather, he was a travelling business man, often visiting the ports miles from home and returning to count his gatherings before drinking his troubles away. For he was an Internellis and thus an inherited businessman while at the same time - the epitome and living embodiment of what many considered an Internellis: he was intelligent yet indolent, avoidant yet cautious when need be, humble yet never quite admitting to defeat. One defeat, most notably, was the most devastating blow he had ever taken which is one main inclusive reason to why Bellrys began to drink to start with.

Though he was not born of an illustrious, or even lower born noble family, the Internellis family was quite well-to-do being neither extremely wealthy, nor part of the lower-serfdom. The family had been, for hundreds of years, brought up into fine residential households and had possessed a handful intelligent and educated members of the household name. Some may say that this would bring up a breed of spoiled children, though despite this, Marae was a discipline yet gentle woman who would easily bring her children to calming consolation and kick the behind of her sons by tip of a boot if need be. It is reasonable that he grew to be 'correct' as many of people of the town would call the children of the Internellis family. Their father would often come home, ready to be greeted happily by his children as reassured by the mother of the household and lecture them on the importance of running a business which Amiartys would grow to despise.

A commodore of the Empire of Man had inherited by fortune, a flood of incoming revenue due to the port he owned just years before it had become an official main fishing port and tourist attraction though it not had originally been his own land. For the land once belonged to Bellrys the chief businessman/entrepreneur of the Internelli family, who sought to sell the land due to a loss of income and what he considered to be a 'useless land', not realizing the man was standing on top of the soon-to-be-built port of a large, enriching coast of the infamous attraction.

As he grew into a 'man', which he considered to be a age 15, Amare left home to live on his own and considered himself a loathsome burden to his family. Insisting to stay, his mother persuaded him to stay around the area he grew up in and became a recruit in the infamous, yet smaller version of the mercenary company known as 'The Men of the Scarlet Coats' which was just a few ten miles from where he was originally born and fifteen from where they lived. It was there that he would abstain from his predisposed and unwanted succession into business by his father and become a soldier to fight the Emperor's wars for money, being taught so with a sword and discovered his talent for yielding such a great weapon. Though he did not wish to participate in his father's business, he did vow to never miss and opportunity the same way his father once did.

Over the course only three years, Amare was often sent with his colleagues to ward off the many hordes of opportunistic raiders on the borders of the Empire of Man where he was later established in a larger Scarlet Coat hang-out based there. Often writing and sometimes visiting home, Amare honed his skills as a notable warrior. To make a rather long story short, Amare would later jump from one guild or mercenary company to the next, often making his fortunes in helping gather young men to collect taxes for lords, or hording off raiders from villages, and even killing. Though despite this, it was not something any other mercenary could've done, he was good many could admit, though he has quite a lot more to learn if he is to be the great warrior he dreams of becoming. For he was inexperienced and quite often held himself back from doing anything too out of his level. Maybe this time, he could find good company among the Blood Rose Irregulars.

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1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[KaiserFranz]

Character Sheet

Name: Jehan de Challon
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Jehan is tall with a muscular build, making him rather imposing. He also has a certain martial grace and youthful vigour, making him quicker then one would probably guess. His eyes are a bright blue and his hair blond and cut short. His face is stern, but not unkind and it is mostly unremarkable, except a prominent nose.

It is notable that his clothes, normally a doublet with a mantle and hose, are of rather fine quality, which suggests that he is from a well-off family. To battle he wears a suit of armour with a bascinet for helm.

Image for the armour

imgur.com/a/o1wSS

(I can probably find one that shows the face somewhere if I take some time to look.)

Bio: Jehan is the fourth son of a Count in the southern Empire. His upbringing was therefore a good one in most aspects. He never went hungry or lacked a roof above his head. Though he faced his own challenges, be it three older brothers, his father or the high expectations of him in all he did.

Growing up, he had a good education with good tutors that his father paid for. He never found the lessons any fun, and more often then not tried to escape them. Though there was one exception; the lessons of history and battles intrigued him and it became the only lesson he actually looked forward too. As he became older, there was another lesson that he grew to enjoy; the lessons with the swordmaster. Not because the old Knight was a good teacher, but because he had the childish hope of many to become one of those grand knights of the tales. So, while his training with the Knight became a painful affair, with enough bruises through the years to fill a book if he had counted them and written them down plus a few broken fingers and other aches.

With time, and not really his own choice he became a diligent boy, always working with some task or trying to improve himself. At first it was because of his father and tutors forced him to. But it had become something he simply did without anyone telling him before long, and without really noticing he found he enjoyed to always be working on something. Even so, he often found himself to be a disappointment to his father who always held his first born in the highest regard and his fourth son in the lowest. His brothers were not much better, even calling him "The lesser son" often enough for it to stick.

As he came of age, he was perhaps not the most well-read in anything but history or even the most skilled with the sword, which he came to blame on his lousy teacher. But he had become self-assured even if his brothers and father did not believe in him. The first thing he did was to find a better sparring partner which would come to increase his ability drastically. Sparring became the daily activity he enjoyed most, and for the most part he had very little to do. His father gave the more interesting and important tasks to his brothers which left him with very little to do. That is not to say he had no tasks, for he had the odd task of leading men to hunt bandits or going out to the villages and arbitrate in disputes in place of his father.

But trouble brewed in the rest of the Empire, he asked to leave his fathers side to earn a reputation elsewhere. It was with some surprise that his father granted his wish and sent him away with his blessing, a new set of armour and weapons and a fully equipped lance to boot. He had planned to go even if his father denied him, but he could not deny that this was much better.

As he set out, and later joined the Blood Rose Company it was with a lance of him as the Man-of-Arms, together with his squire Henri, and his coutilier and old sparring partner Charles. Lastly, two valets and three archers.

Fighting Style: What you would expect from a young Knight who has been trained.
Equipment:
For Battle;

• His suit of plate.
• Poleaxe or Lance (if on horseback).
• Longsword, in the scabbard if using a poleaxe or lance.
• Rondel dagger.
• Warhorse if the terrain allows.

Skills/Abilities:

Excellent Swordsmanship.
Good Horsemanship.
Good with lance and poleaxe.
Good leader, tactics- and strategywise.

Other Information:

My Hider

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[MonkeyBusiness]

Ren Shimizu

Hider

Name: Ren Shimizu
Gender: Female
Age: 34
Appearance: Ren stands at only five foot four, but is not the kind of person who will blend into a crowd because of her choice in clothing. She is almost always seen dressed in a kimono of various colors with a matching colored ribbon in her hair and around her ankles. She does not like wearing shoes or any type of cover for her feet as she likes to feel the earth beneath her feet and doesn't like the cramped feeling that boots give her. Her magic birth mark can be located on her right outer thigh and glows a light blue when activated. She does look younger than she actually is and that is because of the magic that flows through her body meaning that she doesn't like being reminded about how old she actually is.

Bio: The Shimizu family was not a wealthy family as they had been struggling for a few generations due to the constant pressing of the beasts as they retook their land. The family were a traditional family that still up held the dying believes and traditions of a near extinct history of the Man's history resulting in the kimonos and even different weapons and customs. She grew up in a nomadic family group who were continually moving from village to village as travelling tradesmen to make a living. The only benefit that Ren had was her affinity for magic which was her hope at a better life than a nomad.

This affinity for magic allowed Ren to be discovered by a traveling Magi who offered to take her as an apprentice and teach her about magic. This mage took her under his wing as they set off to meet up with his travelling band which turned out to be a mercenary group which welcomed her with open arms. Ren didn't enjoy violence much and proved to not have a very good talent for battle and ended up helping tending to the wounds of the fighters while she studied magic from the books available.

She left the Golden Dragon Mercenary Corps in her early twenties to set off on her own to as a sorceress so that she could grow even more. She even traveled to the Capital of the Empire to try and learn under more skilled magic users. This didn't really work as she was seen as a country mage dressed in a dying tradition. This only drove her to prove herself even more and ended up obtaining magic books through various means before leaving the Capital.

Ren traveled by herself for a time practicing her magic as she went to hone her skills even better than they already where. After a time she decided that she was ready to rejoin other trying groups and attached herself to a militia group on answering the call to go to war against the orcs to the north who seemed in need of a speel caster.

Fighting Style: Ren has no talent in actual fighting as all her powers lay within her magical abilities. This doesn't mean to count her out of fights as she is a magi level user who is capable of taking care of herself.

Equipment: Ren carries with her a basic pack that carries her spare clothes and her other personal possessions.

Skills/Abilities: Ren has a talent as a field medic and is knowledgeable in treating wounds that are inflicted during fights.
Magic:
Levitation- By creating a cushion of air underneath herself, Ren is able to float over the ground with the constant drain of her magical energies. This spell has a low energy draw upon the body.

Tornado- Ren is able to gather the wind around her to create a large tornado and she is able to control the direction. This takes a large amount of energy to use and a good amount of concentration.

Razor wind- She is able to concentrate the wind into razor thin strips that are able to cut anything in the path of the wind. This does not take much concentration to use, but it does take a decent amount of energy and you need to be careful which direction you send the wind.

Natural control- Ren has a natural attraction to wind based magic allowing her to control the basic movement of the wind around her. This ability requires magic to be released into the area around her.

Other Information:

It's a Secret

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[SimpleD]

Hider

Name: Sonya
Gender: Female
Age: 24

Appearance:

Sonya is a small and lithe figure standing at just five foot, with a body that emphasises mobility and dexterity over strength. Well toned from an active lifestyle the subtle curvature of her body denotes her feminine nature, though due to her overall size and perceived maturity of her body it is not unknown for her to be seen as ‘childlike’ in apperance.

Her clothing reflects her agile nature as well, offering flexibility in its design resulting in a minimal degree of style and fashion where it can be afforded. Her colour of choice is emeralds and greens, with whites to blend between the individual items and gold for any highlights.

The other most noticeable feature of Sonya is the white Mask she wears at all times. Shaped to vaguely resemble a fox, it is a smooth white opal colour save for the red markings around the eyes. At the edge of the mask the faint birthmark of a mage can be noted, the mark covering the right side of Sonya’s face and even touching one of her eyes. While both are blue, the right eye appears to have an almost magical glow to it when it is seen

Bio: Sonya was born near the outskirts of the empire, in a town that could be considered as close towards the Forest of Silence and still be safe. Though her family did not come from a rich background, they were well enough off to keep Sonya to a comfortable life style. As such, as Sonya grew and the nature of her birthmark was noted, she was able to spend some time learning the nature of her gift, both through study and the occasional teacher or scholar when they time could be afforded. Inbetween these lessons she helped out around the house hold and the family business, keeping her in an active lifestyle

As her life progressed, Sonya was initially thrilled with life, always seeming to have people interested in her and being considered a gifted child who many people including her family expected great things from. With age came maturity and understanding, and through the passage of time Sonya began to understand that it was not her most of the people seemed interested in but rather the power of her gift. As more time passed, Sonya’s opinions of others became jaded, seeing people as just adopting a facade to hide their true intentions (regardless of whether that was the truth or not)

Unable to trust those around her, always believing people just wanted to use her powers for themselves, Sonya struggled to find a way she could use her power just for herself. Under the guise of wanting to help the army, Sonya headed towards the Heart of the Empire both as an escape from her current life that she now found suffocating with deceit and to bring herself closer to understanding the truth behind her powers.

Much like before, as her birthmark and her powers drew the attention of those that witnessed them, Sonya found herself surrounded with people who she felt had ulterior motives for their words of praise and encouragement. To help her through the struggle Sonya donned the mask she still wears to this day, feeling that if everyone else wears a ‘fake face’, it is only fitting she does the same.

Fighting Style: Sonya relies on a mixture of magic and swift movements to survive in a fight, resulting in a more defensive and evasive style. Mostly self learnt, her movements are unrefined but carry a style of grace to them, and her skills with the dagger she carries can make use of the openings provided by her spells.

Equipment:

• Opal Fox Mask
• Good-Luck Charm (Family Gift)
• Ornate Dagger
• Ornate Leather Armor
• Small Notepad & Quill
• Small Darts x 5
• Money pouch

Skills/Abilities:

• Martial Arts/Dodging (Average): Though Sonya prefers to avoid direct combat, she has been through a few scuffles that have taught her the value in dodging and opponents strike
• Weapon - Dagger (Average): Sonya is unlikely to amaze anyone with her skills with a Dagger, but if provided an opening she can drive it through an opponent’s flesh easily enough
• Wind Magic / Light Magic (Apprentice in Both): Sonya’s prefered use of Magic is for more disruptive and protective roles rather than out right damage. To subtly change the conditions on the field of battle to provide an advantage to her allies or to shield them from harm are staples of hers.

Other Information:

Hider

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[13org]

Aimée "Lala" Bellerose

Aimée Bellerose

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Name: Aimée Bellerose

Nickname: "Lala" (from Romani lala "ruby; red; fiery")

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Height: 5'56"

Weight: 117 lbs

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Appearance: Aimée, or as she is commonly known "Lala" is a beautiful woman. An impeccably white skin, long legs that often attract the gazes of men and a beautiful red make her look almost like a porcelain doll. But looks can be deceiving, and on Aimée`s
case, this couldn't be more accurate. Her fragile looks hide powerful and flexible muscles, thanks to being raised as a dancer and acrobat.
Experienced eyes may see behind her apparent fragility, but for most people she is just a delicate and beautiful rose.

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Occupation: Travelling dancer/acrobat

Equipment:

• Ring Blade

  A very unique weapon that resembles the decorated hoops she used in her dances, it uses beautiful and very complex circular movements, using the dancer's own body to give the weapon more momentum, its a very unpredictable weapon, and can be very tricky to defend. On the other hand, the nature of this weapon is so dangerous that it could literally mean dismemberment or death if used by those who don't have enough skill. She usually carries it wrapped in a red silk cloth to disguise it as only a common hoop she uses to dance.
  
• Black dress

  
• A small money bag she keeps hidden in her clothes.
• Small leather sleeping bag. Used as a backpack by her to carry her things around, when needed she unrolls it to sleep (although she hates sleeping on the ground)

Fighting Style:

• Unarmed: Kicks mixed with acrobatic movements.
• Armed: Unique style using her signature weapon, it uses complex circular movements making use of her entire body.

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Hobbies/Pastimes: Travelling, dancing/performing, reading, sightseeing & etc.

Talents/Skills:

• Stanza

  By changing her stance, she is able to support her allies with dances. Her attacks are 50% weaker while dancing and her mobility is reduced (although she can still dodge and parry attacks without breaking the dancing stance, but any other sudden movement such as running, jumping will break the stanza and its effects will stop, since they are only active while she is performing.)
  
  These dances can be either beneficial to her allies or detrimental to her enemies (although only one dance can be performed at a given time)
  
  

  Dances

  Bravura & Allegro – A set of animated and lively dances that bolster friendly units morale, invigorating them.
  
  Tragedia & Terore – A set of darker, more chaotic dances which can demoralze enemies, causing fear, insecurity and intimidating them.
• Fortissimo – Using her entire body's weight and mass to build her weapon's momentum, it can deal very devastating attacks without compromising her agility. Her enemies often get surprised by the force behind her agile and fast attacks. Additionally, due to the nature of her weapon, she must use her entire body to wield it and as such cannot carry a shield, an off-hand weapon, wear any kind of armor (even boiled leather will weight her down).
• Crescendo – The unique circular motions needed to wield the weapon make it easier for her to parry or redirect incoming attacks.
• Accelerando – Her graceful movements hide powerful and flexible muscles which make her capable of performing very impressive acrobatic moves, giving her an uncanny agility and flexibility. Her complete lack of armor also contribute to this, making her a very difficult target to hit.
• Dal Niente, Al Niente With her mobility, positioning means nothing, as she can use her speed, dancing movements and footwork in a battle situation to confound her enemies, making them unable to predict where she will go or from where she will attack.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Aimée is very cheerful and happy. When there is a party, its almost certain she will be there dancing and being the center of attentions. At the same time, "Lala", how most people who know her by her performances, enjoys reading and unlike many people would think, is actually very intelligent and smart.
Unlike her appearance, she is very independent and has strong opinions, definitely knows how to take care of her own and has a fiery temper. She may be a beautiful rose, but surely this rose has many thorns.

_{B I O G R A P H Y}

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Born and raised in a well known and very traditional itinerant troupe, the Bellerose, Aimée is used to never staying in one city for too long, she has been travelling her entire life. The more well known troupes can live very well, even without receiving too much money, as their presence in a town is always noted. Barons and important nobleman would always ask for them to present themselves at their properties, giving them food, shelter and presents. Some of the most traditional troupes (just like the Bellerose) prefer to receive presents as a payment rather than money as they don't give money too much value.

"Bellerose" is the name that the members from the troupe adopted as their own. They treat each other just like family, which they basically are. Most of the first members, which formed the troupe, had no surnames or made the choice of leaving them behind. As the time went on, they became a family with actual blood ties. With the Bellerose troupe created, many of their members developed romantic interests for one another, due to living together, acting like a family & etc. As a result, many of them married and had kids with members of the own troupe.

Being raised by actors, acrobats, dancers and storytellers Aimée was taught all those subjects, from acting to how to tell an interesting story and keep the people interested about it and of course, how to defend herself. Receiving the nickname "Lala" due to her fiery red hair and equally fiery temper, Lala grown and turned into a beautiful woman. Her agile and flexible body made her a perfect dancer and acrobat. Agile and gracious, she quickly became known. Her beauty and technique enchanted both men and women who watched her. She had the talent of brightening the mood of everyone with her dances. Nobody knew why, but her dances always had an unusual influence on people nearby. Some claim to have seem a weird birthmark faintly glowing under her clothes while she danced, but nobody knows for certain.

When Aimée turned 18, she decided to open her wings. She wanted to travel alone, have her own experiences, learn new things. Most of the young Belleroses did that, it was almost a tradition to go on their own journey when they turned 18 and after the troupe recognizing they were ready, that they had learned everything they could with them. Some spent some years travelling then went back to living with the troupe when they felt ready, others spent their entire lives traveling, meeting with the troupe from time to time, enjoying their company then going out with the wind again. When a Bellerose visited the troupe, it was always a very happy occasion. There were always new stories to tell, some of them even brought their partners to present them to the family.

Aimée received the ring blade from her mother, she was the only one who was able to wield it perfectly. The ring blade was the same weapon her mother used to dance and perform, beautiful to see, but extremely dangerous both for those nearby and for the wielder, its not only a hoop to be used in a dance, its a real and very dangerous weapon. Aimée was the only one that was deemed able to wield it, and as such, her mother passed it to her, teaching it everything she knew with it, from the complex dances to how to use it and her dance as a weapon. After one year she was now completely ready to travel alone. Every Bellerose knew how to fight really well, after all, the world isn't a nice place, and someone who lives travelling needs to know how to defend herself. There is a saying amongst those who know the Bellerose: "Never touch a rose without its consent, it doesn't matter how beautiful it may be." With this parting gift, Aimée, or "Lala" as she was commonly known started her journey.

Her curiosity to know more about the disaster at the Blackstone Fortress and the orc attack led her to a military camp, about ten miles away from the Blackstone Fortress itself. Maybe they could tell her what happened, surely they would have interesting war stories, and maybe... only maybe someone could tell her what that weird birthmark she had on her left thigh meant. What she saw when she got nearby, was a little different from what she expected... There was a full battle going on, orcs against the humans. The noises of orders being barked, orcs screaming, the sound of swords and shields clashing, everything was too chaotic and loud, she couldn't do anything to help them right now, especially since she didn't knew they would see her as an ally in the middle of all that chaos.

And with those thoughts in mind, Aimée started her own story. What will happen after that only the time can tell.

Other

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[Cherrywitch]

Selva "Mjolnir" Bladecross

Name: Selva "Mjolnir" Bladecross
Gender: female
Age: 29
Appearance: Selva has a very strong appearance, one that some find quite intimidating, especially men. She is a little over six feet, and is pure muscle from the shoulders down. With thin light blonde hair down to her shoulder blades and a snarky expression highlighted in dark makeup (obviously to enhance her threatening appearance) she's pretty but in a "I-can-and-will-rip-your-spine-out" sort of way. Selva has deep brown eyes that are small and narrow, with a long thin nose and thick lips. She's quite... thick in all places due to the buildup of muscles, and with her training hard everyday her clothes don't always fit properly, happening to be on the tighter side. Selva is always in some sort of armor, whether it be her casual look (shown in image) or in her true fighting armor which includes a chest plate, helmet and a removal of the material by her hips to leave her in a more functional outfit.
Bio: Selva was born as the eldest child of two into a family of warriors under the Empire. Her younger brother, Elvin, was supposed to be the family heir but he was scrawny and weak with no fighting instincts to save himself. At the time, it was unheard of for a daughter to take over for a long and prestigious line of knights, but no one could doubt Selva's obvious affinity to the battlefield. She was fearless, trustworthy and obviously powerful. At just eight years old, she lifted her father's war hammer with ease, something most grown men could not accomplish.
Like her father Bal, Selva's strength was of what appeared to be almost inhuman. Bal was one of the top officers of the Empire Knights at the time, and was a well respected if not feared fighter. Selva was much like him, they even shared the same fighting styles. Bal's friends referred to his daughter as "Mjolnir", a fearsome weapon capable of leveling mountains. Of course the nickname was heavily exaggerated, but it stuck and now many refer to her as it.
Selva's mother passed away when Selva was 19, leaving her father in distress. He was so traumatized, he wouldn't eat or speak, and refused to leave their home. Selva stepped in for him as his replacement and was a perfect match. They have not requested Bal return since. It has been 10 years and Bal now works as a cook in the city square, he still having trouble with his mind so Selva often returns to care for him. Elvin disappeared around the time of his mother's death, and Selva hisses his name as a coward who wouldn't stay with family through hardship. They haven't heard word from him, and do not mention him.
Fighting Style: Selva fights using a berserker fighting style, relying mostly upon her strength with enough defense to keep her strong against attacks. She is a slow fighter and close range, but if she gets a hit on you, you better bet you will feel it.
Equipment: Selva's main equipment is her 7 foot, who-knows-how-many-pounds two handed war hammer known as God's Fist which her father used to iconically use in battle. It also has a form as as a war axe, where the blunt edges sharpen and thin into sharp blades, but to do this she must really be in trouble because it absorbs all of the little amount of mana she contains in her body. She usually passes out after using it in a fight. This form of the hammer is referred to as "God's Strike."
Her armor, as described in her appearance, is the only equipment besides her hammer she really enacts. She carries a small rapier at her side, but it is almost completely for show. Hidden in her bosom is a money stash used mostly to buy pints of ale for her and fellow team members.
Skills/Abilities:
Tough as nails- A huge resistance to pain this often mistaken as defense, but it is more she is simply blind to the wounds she has until her mission is complete. That being said, trying to torture information out of her is a no-go.
Boulder breaker- An almost inhuman level of strength, Selva can lift, throw, pull, push and break most anything with or without her hammer. She's a scary broad, man.
She-devil- When angered or annoyed, Selva is practically twice as terrifying as usual. Don't ask me how. When she glares at you, it will feel like the devil himself is threatening you silently.
Other:

Hider

-=Rules=-

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC.