[CHAR] The tales of Calradia

[Kiwiwiwi]

Artur Justinas

Appearance:

Name: Artur Justinas

Age: 22

Gender: male

Personality: thinks of himself as a man of the road, that couldn't be further from the truth, he acts like he was born from the dirt and stone footpaths between the towns and cities of Calradia, he keeps his posture low with his head watching both the ground and the area around him, when still he'll crouch down with his hand down in the dirt as to feel the beat of horses or the march of an army, or it's just for stability.

Backstory: birthed from the road, or so he says, his past is unknown apart from the fact that he is obviously from the east of Calradia, what is partially known is that he was once a vassal of Swadia before being imprisoned and forgotten by all. Later he had escaped and hid in the forests where he belonged, with ten of his original company he braves the known world.

Skills:
Tracking
Hunting
Pathfinding
Swordsmanship
Archery
Horseback riding

Weapons/Equipment:
fur coat
Hide pants
Fur boots
Falchion

Loaf of bread x 5

[Hazy]

Hitesh El-Amini

Appearance:

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Name: Hitesh El-Amini

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Personality: Despite him being an outlaw before he certainly doesn’t act like one. He rarely speaks unless spoken to. And when he speaks he is always polite and respectful. He doesn’t believe in honor and glory so he has no gripes against fleeing battle or fighting dirty. He doesn’t go looking for trouble and prefers to talk or run when people are drawing their weapons.

Backstory: Hitesh was born to a veteran warrior in the Sarranid capital of Shariz. His father wanted him to become a warrior just like him. Hitesh showed little showed little promise as a warrior but he was still recruited into the sultan's army as a mamluk. He only got that position because of his renowned father. It soon became apparent that Hitesh wasn’t a warrior and he was demoted into a scout. After a few years the army went into a battle against the Swadians. They were outnumbered ten to one and there was no chance of victory. Hitesh deserted with a couple of comrades and became an outlaw. As an outlaw he could use his wits instead of his brawns. He tracked down victims to rob and spotted patrols so they could get away from them. But everything has to end sometimes. His band of robbers were ambushed everyone was killed but Hitesh who fled out into the deserts. He now roams Calradia in search for opportunities.

Skills:

Pathfinding

Tracking

Spotting

Horse archery

Weapons/Equipment:

Desert Turban - Just some cloth wrapped around the head to stave of the deserts scorching heat. It offers very little protection.

Rusty Scimitar - A rusted and curved blade designed for use on horseback. It cuts through flesh and clothes with ease but it will struggle against armour.

Desert Clothes - Thick woolen clothes to protect the skin from the sun.

Cracked nomad bow - A powerful composite bow. Or at least it was once. It has deteriorated from lack of maintenance.

Stubborn desert horse - A hardy and strong horse accustomed to the harsh conditions of the deserts. It is a little stubborn though and often disobeys him.

Boar spear - A spear with a long head. It can be used for both thrusting and slashing.

Other: N/A

[Afro Samurai]

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Name: Brenna Jorguund.

Age: 23.

Gender: Female.

Personality: A wild woman, willing to use whatever tools necessary to get her way. Apt to deceiving others for her own gain, only those she deems the most trustworthy can count on her word as true. She is selfish, though not arrogant.

Backstory: A peasant woman who has lived most of her life as a farmhand on her father's small keepsake in the Swadia kingdom. She grows tired of farming day in and day out, and seeks to find fame and fortune in Calradia.

Skills: Highly skilled craftswoman.
Persuasive.
Sensual.
Perceptive.
Cunning.
Great trader and bargainer.
Theft.

Weapons/Equipment: Peasant robes, a small coin pouch.

[manapool1]

Appearance:

Name: Ragula of Istiniar

Age: 37

Gender: Female

Personality: Ragula is a cold, passive woman that prefers to listen and think then act and suggest. She works less as an addition to the brainstorm and battle tactics, and more as someone to keep things back into the lines of possible. She hates violence and always prefers to lead things to a less aggressive means of ending a confrontation. She is a wise lady, one who feels for her people but knows that she has no way to protect them until she has secured safety for her kingdom in general. A natural leader but less through moral and bravado and more through a way of manipulation and stubbornness, she is a lady that will strike you as a statue but quickly become animated in ways you would rarely see any man even twice as powerful as herself even imagine.

Backstory: Ragula was the daughter of Istiniar's Village elder, a man who had been threatening time and time again to have the village willingly be captured by the rival of swadia. Istiniar was a prosperous town purely due to the hard work of the men and women that worked and lived they're, despite the odds and do to traitors hidden in the nobility, who had been purposefully over taxing them. In order to help alleviate stress, one of the many noblemen were forced to marry her. The wedding helped her slowly begin to infiltrate her new husband's agenda. It was her vendetta with the man who overtaxed her people that suddenly sparked a desire to rid her entire kingdom of traitors, rebels and internal struggle which she did through her husband. Unfortunately, her husband has killed via poisoning that she was to have drunk yet she had no thanks to him imploring that she wait for him to try it first. In her anger, she fought restlessly for rights over his army, kingdom, and wealth and trained herself by capturing rebels and bandits and forcing them to battle her with training weapons, granted freedom only if they could beat her. She proved remarkably resilient and a quick learner, slowly engrossing herself in an obsession with battle and war, spending all of her time learning how to fight or lead an army and other required needs for combat. When she was called forth for the first time, for a siege of a Swadian castle, she proved her worth, as she not only led the siege but improved their odds with her studies of seize tools and when they failed do to a noble of their own side switching sides and attacking them by surprise, she single-handedly defended the others as they retreated with nothing but her small army. She has since then been given a significantly larger army that she has left at her castle to train immensely as she travels with a much smaller group to attempt to make peace with the other military forces without violence.

Skills:

Tactics

Training

Surgery

wound treatment

Engineering

Weapons/Equipment:
Military scythe
Short sword
Heater sheild

Plate armor
Leather gloves
Woolen hose

Wimple (for disguise)

Sausage x3
Honey x1

Other: Ragula, of course, is a midow, and because of so many nobles of Rhodoks are attempting to sway her to marry so that they may have her large army and the moral boost of Ragula.

[Marcus XVI]

Name: Temujin Noyan, The Blue Wolf



Age: 40

Gender: Male

Personality: Temujin is a a silent individual, mostly giving short, to the point answers and the occasional snide comment. He lets his skills in arms and quick wits prove his points rather than resorting to words. Occasionally he has a habit of telling old stories and such.

Backstory: Temujin has always been a survivor - when his family was brutally murdered by the men of another member of the Khergit 'nobility' he walked out of it, shaken and full of rage and lust for revenge, but also full of patience and life. That was when he was maybe 15. Now, 25 years later he finally managed to take his revenge - along with the holdings, fiefs and everything else the murderer of his parents had held dear. His brutality in taking his revenge went so far that the Blue Wolf is known around all of Calcradia - though the rumors have grown over time. Though he could perhaps be more use to the Khanate by actually leading an army Temujin has - with the permission from Sanjar Khan himself - began traveling around Calcradia instead, searching for possible allies in coming wars.

Skills:
Horse Archery and marksmanship in general
Riding
tracking hunting and survival
Expert in hit and run tactics and leadeship.

Weapons/Equipment:
Masterwork warbow
Scimitar
Khergit lamellar vest
Leather boots

A black courser

Rations for two weeks for himself, his men and their horses.

Other: Temujin is accompanied by 8 horse archers. His group carries with them a black banner with a leaping blue wolf on it.

[Infamous Empath]

Appearance:

Subject to change...

Name: Darien "D'ren" Ephraim

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Personality: Introverted, calculated, silent - but not shy. Watches and reads people and situations very carefully. Highly intuitive, he has been known to manipulate people into doing things they otherwise wouldn't. His humour is dry. His eyes are cold. But rumour has it he experiences emotions very intensely, and is capable of caring almost too deeply. But this is just hearsay...

Backstory: Darien Ephraim's past is shrouded in mystery. He has no friends, no surviving relatives to speak of. Only those he works for really know anything about him. He sold his expertise in the bow and arrow and the crossbow, as well as stealth tactics, to the Swadia's military in exchange for a modest amount of wealth and a few acres of out-of-the-way land. But some say he was actually born in Vaegirs or Rhodoks. many of those also say he is on the run from those governments. However, only he is certain of the level of truth or falseness in those claims. He has been in service to King Hariaus and his royal family for almost a decade. Those closest to Darien Ephraim, such as fellow Swadia military or intelligence personnel he encounters every once in awhile, refer to him as "D'ren."

Skills: Stealth, archery, people-reading, martial arts from many of the various territories, horseback riding, swordsmanship, close-quarter combat including daggers, poisoning, lock-picking, pick-pocketing, one-on-one diplomacy (not good with groups), war strategy (specifically dealing with deception), deception.

Weapons/Equipment: Twin daggers, crossbow, bow and arrows, Arming Sword (though he has been known to collect many blades).

Other: There is gossip that he has a grotesque scar running across his face, and thus Darien Ephraim is nearly always hooded or masked, especially in public.

He may or may not have a large pet feline in his house...

[Dusty]

Adrick Gordonson

Appearance: Standing roughly the height of the average man, Adrick is thickset and sturdy. He has no notable scars or features despite his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, and though one couldn’t tell just by looking he is also nearsighted. His jaw is wide and covered in stubble, and more often than not dirty. Typically dressed in chainmail armor and a brown surcoat he occasionally changes into his “nice” clothes for important occasions.

Name: Adrick Gordonson

Age: Adult

Gender: Male

Personality: An energetic man with violent tendencies Adrick isn’t one to keep to himself, at least not for long. A combination of strong drink and a commoner upbringing often leads to him being outspoken outside of his proper standing. Nevertheless a skilled sword and lance doesn’t go unnoticed in Caladria despite him being rough around the edges and disliked by those who all too often require his services. Not that it would matter, Adrick would find himself a battle to be in even if he wasn’t paid for it. And he isn’t the way he is without reason, years of bloodletting leaves its toll on the weak willed, a fate only held at bay by Adrick’s extroverted disposition.

Backstory: Adrick follows where the denars lead, bouncing from tavern to tavern under a new banner each time. He spends most of his days in his homeland of the Rhodock Kingdom, filling out their almost nonexistent cavalry ranks with other Mercenary Cavalry, riding down bandits and charging the flanks of rebellious lords or delivering the occasional message.

Skills: An evidently accomplished swordsman and horseman, Adrick’s other skills include lancing enemies, drinking extensively, being frustratingly crass, repairing clothes, and utilizing a wide array of weaponry not including anything that shoots.

Weapons/Equipment: His favorite war horse, an arming sword, heavy lance, an unmarked heater shield, war helm, and a full ensemble of chainmail armor with a plain brown surcoat and sword belt. His other meager belongings are packed into saddlebags or carried by hand.

Other: His heater shield is adapted to have a cloth covering which can display the colors of his hirer.