[OOC] The Dirt Town Orphans

[Medjedovic]

The Dirt Town Orphans

RP about a bunch of kids ganging up to survive in a messed up world!

The Dirt Town Landscape

[Intro]

Hider

The room was illuminated by a single candle, leaving most of it obscured by darkness. It didn't matter, though, because the most important part of it was clearly visible. The candle sat at the night table next to a bed on which laid the old man who, for years, has been the only parent you knew.

You always knew Fritz as a vigorous old timer, with his clearly defined muscles lying hidden under the layers of clothing as he played the part of a kindly grandfather trying his best to raise his numerous grandchildren. He only showed the extent of his power when someone endangered the Orphanage and in the recent years that has become extremely rare.

But now that strong body that you knew and that seemed so reliable has shrivelled up. There was no trace of muscles on old man’s body, just skin and bones. Fritz was so weakened by the illness he couldn’t even lift himself from the bed anymore. Even to eat, he needed the help of Mary, the oldest of the orphans.

Right now Mary sat right next to his bed, trying not to cry. You and the other children were standing around it. The entire population of the Orphanage was crammed in here. The old man asked everyone to gather because he had something to say, which was in itself a very ominous act.

“Children…” His eyes darted around the room as he began to speak – something told you he probably couldn’t even see who was in the room – and it seemed as if he had trouble breathing. “My time has come. I know that even without me saying, you rea-“ his speech was interrupted by a bout of coughing. It took a few moments for him to continue.”You realize that soon things will become very difficult for you. I tried to make some foundation for your future, but in this world nothing is certain.”

“That is why I wanted to tell you, as my last lesson, to remain united. You are all young, and although there is a lot of potential among you, none of you is strong enough yet to face the challenges of this world alone. So remain together, cooperate, compensate for each other’s weaknesses and you will be able to survive and even thrive in this city.”

With those words he had another coughing fit and this time it was relentless. It took several minutes before Fritz managed to push a few more words out.

“Be –cough, cough – be there for – cough, cough – each other…”

And then there was silence. No more words, no more coughs, no more ragged breathing. Fritz’s chest wasn’t moving. His eyes just stared blankly into the air.

The silence was broken by a piercing shriek from Mary who fell onto the old man’s chest and cried. Other children joined her soon. Very quickly the entire room was resonating with wallows of orphans, orphaned once again.

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[Premise]

The Dirt Town is a giant slum located in the city of Yire-Alba. It is almost as big as the rest of the city surface-wise and has twice as many people. Mired in filth and stench, it is a three dimensional jungle of wood, stone and metal, where new buildings are erected every day without any concern given to aesthetics, longevity, and safety. Fires are a common occurrence, just like diseases which often run rampant due to high population density. To top it all off, crime is also high, with robberies, beatings and murders happening every day in scores. Gangs rule the Dirt Town, staking their claims on as much territory as they can before they run up against another, equally powerful gang. Common people of the Dirt Town are often forced to ask gangs for protection, which makes the gangs the only form of law that this miserable place has.

The small pocket of respite and safety in this cauldron of crime and violence is an island located on the Mudstream, a river passing through the northern part of the Dirt Town. Fittingly named the Asylum Island, it was protected by an enigmatic man called the Old Man Fritz who, despite looking as old as his name suggested, possessed incredible power. In his shadow, the Asylum Island has prospered as a bastion of peace, with many skilled people flocking to it. Many surrounding gangs have also declared the island a neutral ground, and have used it to conduct intergang negotiations and trade.

But securing the island’s safety was not the only thing the Old Man Fritz did. Using the remnants of an ancient temple located in the centre of the island as a home, he gathered as many children left without parents as he could find. He sheltered them, fed them, educated them and gave them home. Seeing his kind work, many people on the island have also helped him raise the children, offering both their skills and money despite the Old Man never asking them for any of it. The people nicknamed the temple “the Dirt Town Orphanage” and the children “the Dirt Town Orphans”. Fritz liked the name so he also started using it.

However, the peaceful days of the Asylum Island are coming to an end. The Old Man Fritz has died and the Orphans and the people of the island are left without their benevolent guardian. The surrounding gangs, which were willing to respect the Asylum Island’s neutrality out of fear and respect for the Old Man’s power will now turn their covetous gazes towards it. After all, where the rest of the Dirt Town suffers struggle and battles every day, the Asylum Island has experienced years of unbroken peace. It has grown fat with wealth and lazy, and without Fritz it will be ripe for the taking. The first gang that manages to take it will be able to plunder its riches – which may be nothing special in the grand scheme of things but represents more money than most of the Dirt Towns residents can hope to see in their lifetime.

So where do you fit in all of this?

Well, you are one of the Orphans. The Old Man Fritz gave you and other children home and in return all he asked was for you to stick together. Which in itself is as much of a warning as it is a request, because there’s no way that a single child will survive in the Dirt Town alone. Even if you join other gangs their bosses will not care about your well being and will instead use you up and then toss you aside, if not outright kill you.

But even if you remain with the Orphanage, it will require cooperation and planning. You will have to work together with other Orphans to fight off any assailants on the island, or negotiate with surrounding gangs for protection or continued adherence to island’s neutrality. The direction of this story depends entirely on what you and other Orphans decide to do. You can turn the tables on the gangs and instead of getting plundered by them you can conquer them , or you and other Orphans can each go their own way and get scattered like leaves on the wind (but then this story will be rather short).

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[World]

Hider

Chaos

Chaos can be summed up as “you are allowed to do anything you wish as long as you are able to defend yourself from those who you piss off in the process”. People of Oblivion don’t govern themselves by what they believe is right or wrong but by what they want to do. Whether this means they will be monsters or angels depends on each person. Nobody expects you to be loyal to your family or group, nor to refrain from harming other human beings, but this doesn’t mean that every inhabitant of Oblivion is a two-faced, backstabbing murderer. Regardless of what they decide to do they will need strength to survive and not be subject to somebody else’s whims.

Oblivion

Oblivion is a land rife with strife. The marauding bands roam the countryside attacking poorly defended towns and villages, while in the large cities gangs are the ones making the rules. Fickle spirits, elementals and gods often mingle with regular mortals, toying with their lives with complete disregard for their well being. Due to the lack of centralized authority beasts thrive in the forests, preying on anyone foolish enough to wander off the beaten path. There are few communities which are peaceful and stable but they maintain those rare gifts by extreme xenophobia. Overall, life in Oblivion is short and brutal.

Great Cities

Great Cities are the population centres of Oblivion. They come from a time before people followed Chaos and they are enchanted by powerful magic which prevents many of their buildings from being destroyed. This allowed Great Cities to endure for over thousand years, and despite that in some of them the entire population of a city disappeared, they would always get repopulated. A Great City is not a true bastion of security, but it is a safer place than many of the smaller towns which leads to many flocking to them.

A Great City is usually ruled by a Prince, a person powerful enough to take control of it, but there are also some who are governed by a council of equally powerful individuals. Taking and holding control over one Great City is already a daunting task so it is extremely rare (but not impossible) for somebody to rule several of them. There are 19 Great Cities in Oblivion.

Yire-Alba

Yire-Alba is one of the Great Cities located on a peninsula in the north-eastern part of Oblivion. It is an unusual case as it is not ruled by a single Prince or a council which cooperates but is split between several rival gangs led by people called Archons of which none is powerful enough to take complete control over it. This makes the life in Yire-Alba more dangerous and less stable than in the other Great Cities, but it still not nearly as bad as being outside of it. The core of the city is located on an island of Yire, but thanks to the Dirt Town almost as much of the city, surface-wise, is on the mainland. Yire-Alba is split into seven “official” districts:

Districts

Yire Forum – dominated by the 500m tall Yire Tower, it is one of the few places in Oblivion where science is practiced outside of the Academy City.
High Garden – most of it is located on a hill overlooking the Yire island, it is a place where the city’s richest residents live.
Pale – the commercial district of the city, it is where various shops and services can be found, as well as the city’s largest harbour.
Nox – the industrial district, it is a home to many great manufactories and craftsmen.
Tatalus – the entertainment district is a place where many theatres, stadiums, hippodromes and other similar things can be found.
Alba Castle – located on a small island between Yire island and the mainland, Alba Castle is a mighty fortress located on the only land route into the city.
Outer District – the last official district and the only one located on the mainland, it is dominated by the Boulevard of Respite where many inns and shops can be found.
Dirt Town – the “unofficial” part of the city, it is home to those who weren’t given entry onto the Yire island but weren’t willing to return to the dangers of the outside world. Yes, despite all of the shit that happens in the Dirt Town, it is still a better choice than being left outside.

Magic

Magic is omnipresent in Oblivion. Every living being carries magic within itself and there is also magic throughout the environment. In this world magic is not a fantastic force that works outside the boundaries of known reality, but instead it is a part of nature and people encounter it daily. All magic in the world comes in one of the six elements: Dark, Water, Wind, Earth, Fire and Light. No element is considered inherently good or inherently bad.

Often people come in touch with magic before they are born, when it twists their physical appearance and gives them extra appendages, unnatural skin colour or some other strange physical trait. Such people are called Tainted, but despite the negative-sounding name there is no stigma against them. Many people are also born with their inborn magical potential so high they are able to manifest spectacular gifts. Such people are often top dogs of their community.

In fact, difference in magical potential between people creates such power discrepancy that there are powerful individuals in Oblivion who are capable of defeating an army of average people alone. Most Princes in Oblivion are such individuals.

Technology

Despite the chaotic nature of Oblivion, there are two Academy Cities and a few smaller places where people constantly work on inventing new things. Because magic is part of nature, pretty much all technology in Oblivion works in conjunction with magic, allowing for devices which don’t work in accordance with mundane laws of physics we know. Technology is expensive and most people can’t afford it, but everyone has at least seen some tech in their life.

Order

So you are probably wondering, if there’s Chaos is there Order? Yes, but in Oblivion Order is confined to a small northern region called the Realm of Selnon. People who inhabit it live in peace, safety and stability, but the social hierarchy of their society is strict and it is impossible for a person born as peasant to become a noble or for a noble to become a peasant. Also, they are very xenophobic and any outsider who is caught on their territory is immediately enslaved, with no hope of ever being freed.

[Rules]

Hider

• My word is law. When I make a ruling, it is final.
• Respect all RPG rules.
• No meta-gaming, godmodding and other similar things.
• After I make an update you have one week to post. If you don’t, you are out of the RP. Warn me beforehand if you can’t post this week or if you are dropping out permanently.
• In the beginning you can only have one CS.
• Only post approved CS in Characters tab.
• When posting IC put your location at the top of each post, for clarity.
• Don’t edit your accepted CS or your IC post without my approval.
• You are all playing kids, DON’T get sexual.
• Placeholder – for any future rulings I deem worthy of making it to this list.

And some tips

• Just because your affinity is Dark you don't have to be an edgelord.
• Just because your affinity is Light you don't have to be a goody two-shoes
• Try to stick together with other players initially. If you wish to make your own fortune, better do it after you gained some levels.
• All PCs at the start of the RP know each other. You have, at least, spent several hours together every day taking classes and doing chores, not to mention that you have likely slept in the same room. Don't treat each other like strangers or someone you barely know.

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CS

Appearance picture or description goes here. Use this formatting. Remember, at least half of the people in Oblivion are tainted by magic, so you are not limited to looking like a vanilla human.

[Theme song]
This is field is optional, post a link to a song that fits your character. If you don’t have a theme song, delete this field.

[Name]
First name or nickname.

[Age]
You can be between 8 and 15 years of age.

[Gender]
Self-explanatory.

[Personality]
How do you act? What do you like or dislike?

[History]
What were you doing before coming to the Orphanage? How did Old Man Fritz find you? How did you fit in with other Orphans?

[Relations]
People you have special relationship with, whether it is love, friendship, rivalry, hate, etc.

[Level]
Starting level is 1. No, there won’t be tracking of experience or things like that. Level will increase each time you overcome a challenge. It serves to differentiate PCs who have been through a lot and PCs who have just joined the RP. The higher the level the more powerful your character is.

[Skills]
All non-combat, non-magic talents and abilities you possess gets listed here.

[Affinity]
Light / Fire / Earth / Wind / Water / Dark.

[Gift]
Gift is a blanket term for inborn or instinctively developed powers due to high affinity of the individual towards a certain element. Make a power based on your Affinity element. These powers are not limited just to manipulating that element, you can make any power as long as you can thematically connect it to your element (example: Light > Enlightenment > Knowledge > Information gathering gift or Fire > Chemical Reaction > Transformation gift). BE PRECISE WITH WHAT YOUR GIFT DOES! Say its effect and limits clearly. Gifts that just say “He can summon demons” or “He can manipulate fire” will not be accepted.

[Inventory]
Weapons, armours, gadgets and any other item you consider important should be listed here. Orphans are poor, so your stuff shouldn’t be too fancy.

[Other]
Anything not covered in above fields that you think is important should be mentioned here. If there’s nothing, leave this field empty but don’t delete it.

[Medjedovic]

@AkaiJose@Ayame@Pyromaniacwolf@Wayward@Ghost Queen@Timemaster@vietmyke

OOC's up!

[Ayame]

Hi

[Medjedovic]

Added a few bosses to the list of NPCs.

[Cu Chulainn]

Oh, nice, this is getting refreshed? I wasn't able to make a character sheet earlier because my computer actually broke at around the same time, and I had a few other things I had to take care of, but I'm finished with school now, and my schedule is super open!

I think I might try my Odin idea from before. A Dark-affinity guy who summons familiars based off of animals, mostly utility based.

[Medjedovic]

@Cu Chulainn I wondered what happened to you

It was a raven summon IIRC?

[Cu Chulainn]

@Medjedovic
Yup! Had two ravens with different effects. Although now I'm thinking of extending that ability to summoning different sorts of animals.

[Ghost Queen]

Alright, after designing my character in my head I've discovered I've basically made a Draenei. So I'm going to say screw it and roll with it anyway and just tweak it a little bit. And before I buckle down and finish it I'll say he was going to be a goody two shoes type of character no matter what affinity he had, it's just that Light followed his character more.

[Little Bird]

@AkaiJose@Ayame@Pyromaniacwolf@Wayward@Ghost Queen@Timemaster@vietmyke

OOC's up!

@Medjedovic

Thank you. Working on my character. It'll likely be a few days, because time management is a thing.

[Ghost Queen]

@Medjedovic
So I took Trog and put him in a pretty much completely different direction, lets see what sticks here. And on another note, who wants to discuss relations?

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Blue

The Taint has a strong grip on Blue's body, with the only thing reminding one of humanity being his body shape. He is of a stocky build, with thick limbs and a torso that could only be describes as barrel shaped. In place of hair are hardened ridges that stagger back with two small horns sweeping behind pointed ears and curling forward in accusing points. His teeth are far more predatory than normal, showing more in common with wolves than man and giving his smile worrying undertones. Even more peculiar are the hooved feet and digitigrade legs that support his bulk, with the final touch of animalism being the thick claws that have grown in place of regular nails. Finally, the icing on the cake, is the fact that Blue stands at a solid 6'0 and built like he was hewn from the very stone itself. This would make for a very intimidating young man if it wasn't for the genuine warmth and friendliness that exudes from his star like eyes.

Blue wears whatever he can get his hands on, usually large baggy ponchos made from old potato sacks and discarded cloth frankensteined together.

[Theme song]
"Breath of Life" - Florance and the Machine

[Name]
Blue

[Age]
15

[Gender]
Male

[Personality]
Blue is a very transparent person, his eyes baring every emotion he could ever have out into the world. He has fallen into the role of an elder sibling to many of the other children, especially the younger ones, and it is a role he takes very seriously. He teaches the young ones how to punch correctly, to run swiftly, and how to make those skills most effective. Conversely he teaches his adoptive family to use violence as a last resort and to always think with their heads while living by their morals. What can be said, Blue always did like those old knight stories.

In the end the safety of the Orphanage and his adoptive family are his main concerns and with the death of Old Man Fritz Blue is willing to do much. Should the safety of his family and their home require blood and broken bones then so be it, Blue will be on the frontlines.

[Likes]
Working with Steel.
Helping Mary around the Orphanage.
Smithing.
Baked goods, especially ones filled with meat.
Training.
Reading.

[Dislikes]
Liers.
Needless cruelty.
Eating his greens.
The surrounding gangs, especially Mr. Shiro and Stalwart.
The lock on his chest.
Mindgames.

[History]
Blue's life began in the labs of Castalian scientists. Wanting to create a new breed of guardians for themselves and their secrets, the group of scientists began a lifetime of abominable tests of eugenics and magical bombardment of young children. Not many survived and the ones that did were better off dead, their forms twisted and bestial even by Tainted standards. Then Blue was born, seemingly everything that the group wanted, that was when the real hell began.

The ambush was swift and brutal, a rival group scientists and their mercenaries began carrying out a quick extermination of the lab. Mayhem rang heavy in the air as people were cut down and a lifetime's worth of research destroyed. Blue's life was saved by two less extreme scientists from the rival faction and, seeing their chance to finally be free from this madness, trapped both in the burning laboratory and left them to their fates. However they were a paranoid pair and began to devise a plan for their escape and legacy, should the worse come to pass. Using the aid of both a spirit of Light and Fire they imprinted all the knowledge the rival faction had on the crafting of arms, armor, and runes before packing up their tools and making their escape from Castalia.

Soon enough the pair heard a rumor of a powerful man in charge of an Orphanage in Yire-Alba and made their way there. They left the newborn Blue upon the Orphanages steps along with their tools in a locked chest before escaping into the night, never to be heard from again. And so Blue grew up as one of the Orphans, blissfully ignorant of the atrocities that bore him into the world. Instead he grew up under the watchful wing of Old Man Fritz, a good man who taught him how to use his natural born strength and ability for the betterment of his adoptive family.

[Relations]
TBD

[Level]
1

[Skills]
Swift of fee-er...hoof: Before he settled as Steel's apprentice Blue's job was to run around Asylum Island as a messenger of sorts, transporting notes, letters, and little packages. As a consequence he knows Asylum Island like the back of his hand and can run both long and fast, much faster than anyone would guess on a first impression.

School of Hard Knocks: While he has no formal combat training Blue has picked up how to fight from growing up in Dirt Town but more importantly he knows how to suck it up and keep on going, no matter the pain or the struggle. One day you'll pull through it and show Oblivion you aren't it's punching bag.

Natural Smith: Because of his dreams Blue has picked up the forge rather easily, all it took was Steel showing him the nuances of her tools for him to basically become a master overnight. With her orders getting done twice as fast Steel has been able to gather a nice profit and gained the respect of Blue, who considers Steel and extension of the family.

Odd Job: With how Blue's Gift worked out he was able to lend more of a hand around the Orphanage instead of toiling away learning how to smith. He can do anything Mary can do but at an albeit lower quality, turns out it's harder to learn something when every secret to the trade isn't being whispered to you in your sleep.

[Affinity]
Light

[Gift]
I Dream of Light and Fire: Ever since he was a young boy Blue has been having dreams of hammers, anvils, and light. These dreams have imprinted upon Blue the knowledge on how to forge arms, armor, and jewelry of unrivaled function and beauty. However these gifts pale in comparison to the gift of Runes, powerful magic symbols that can be forged into metal and flesh for great power. Unfortunately to craft a rune takes special tools and components that are difficult for wealthy laboratories to acquire, let alone an orphan from Dirt Town.

[Inventory]
A file, for keeping those claws nice and sharp.
A deep blue scarf, a gift from Mary and the younger ones.
Blacksmith Tools, everything a young blacksmith needs all kept nice and tidy in a handy utility apron.
Mysterious Chest, a chest that was left with him on the Orphanage steps when he was a baby. The lock on it is magical and very powerful, with the only thing known about it is that it will open only for Blue and only at the right time.

[Other]
The chest is full of the tools and components that Blue will need to craft runes, which I'm going to be playing as spells your able to graft on stuff for pretty much forever. Since this will lead to some pretty powerful gear I'm going to leave it completely up to the GM on when "The Time Is Right" for this puppy to open up later on in the story.

[Medjedovic]

@Ghost Queen Hm... So you basically gave up your own gift for opportunity to make power ups for equipment later on, if I understood your CS right?
Also, Castalians will not be happy about that chest

[Ghost Queen]

@Medjedovic
Yeah pretty much, I've built him around the idea of a paladin/tank. Eventually he'll get an aura effect or something but his main schtick is making really great arms and armor/magical enchantments/tattoos. And for that chest? Well, what they don't know can't hurt them.

[Medjedovic]

@Ghost Queen Okay, you are accepted.

[Athoriel]

If you've got room for another I'd like to show my interest.

Dog

Dog possesses an angular face with a defined, slightly pointed chin and a sturdy jaw line, his nose juts out as a jagged mess from countless breaks. Fierce eyes gaze out from a thicket of dirty blonde locks, that sit atop his head like a rats nest, shining a dull swirl of green and brown like algae covered mires. He has wide shoulders and a muscular build well suited to his life of activity and violence, his tanned olive skin often glistens with the sweat of his exertions or the dust from the places he roams. He often goes barefoot, wearing only a simple set of burlap trousers and a vest.

[Theme song]
Rough theme - Heroes of Might and Magic IV

[Name]
Damian 'Goes by Dog'

[Age]
15

[Gender]
Male

[Personality]
Dog is calm on the surface, yet a restlessness surges within, threatening to burst forth when it is needed. Much like his namesake, Dog is loyal to a fault, his love for the old man keeping him bound to the orphanage despite his desire to roam, he can come across as distracted and odd to those who attempt to hold a conversation, seemingly off in a world of his own, yet he does enjoy hearing the woes and successes of other and loves to laugh, quite often to himself as a low kind of rumble in his throat. Although he enjoys the civility often demonstrated by most inhabitants of the Asylum, something in Dog yearns for the ferocity and violence the outside world and the uncouth permit.

[History]
Dogs beginnings were better forgotten by him, a confusing storm of survival, loss and blood was all that was awarded to an orphan in the chaos of Dirt town. Fritz's first encounter with him was through a local rumor of a boy that ran feral with a pack of mongrel dogs, assailing shops and stalls alike to make off with scraps of food. Intrigued, the old man had set off to track him down.

It took Fritz the better part of four days to track the youth to some downtrodden haunt of the pack, hidden among the alleys and back ways of southern Dirt town among the rubble of a collapsed building. There he witnessed the young lad, no older then nine, wrestling with some flea bitten mutt in the dirt over a piece of meat, at first it looked like the animal had the best of him and Fritz moved forward to separate the two, but with a quick movement, the boy coiled around the back of the animal grasping it from behind before throwing it from its footing. The beast hit the ground with a shrill yelp, quickly making its retreat as the boy made off with the spoils. Quickly the animals reacted to the presence of the old man who had moved from his hiding place, throwing snarls over their shoulders as they dashed from the area, meanwhile the boy, too distracted by his prize, had been too slow to react and was now left alone to face with Fritz. They sat frozen for a time, the boys eyes locked onto the old mans, filled with mistrust and a glint of panic underneath. Carefully Fritz moved forward, extending a hand and a warm smile, only to be met with a fierce string of unintelligible grunts and snarls as the boy backed himself further into a corner before attempting to spring past the old man in a frantic dash. Fritz made a move for the boy grabbing a hold of him, they struggled for a minute before Fritz let go, afraid the violent jerks and flails the boy performed to get free, would bring him harm. The boy fled into maze that was Dirt towns streets, having proved quite a handful for Fritz, but the old man was far from done.

In the following months using patience and a calm approach, the old man eventually won Dogs trust, coaxing him into living at the orphanage and reintegrating him into the society of man, giving him the name Damian. It was hard going for Damian in the beginning, his lack of speech and social progression early on in life hindered him in interacting with his fellows and children often times being cruel gifted him the name Dog for his past, and for the eccentricities he displayed. Despite it all, he grew to be accepted and more educated, although still illiterate and put to use his skills to help the orphanage, something he feels the need to do more now than ever.

[Relations]
Fritz - Dog had a great love for the man who saved him from a life of degradation, idolizing him and forming a great desire to preserve his legacy that overthrows his more primal urges.

[Level]
Level 1

[Skills]
Tracking: Through his powers, Dog has become quite the tracker, able to pick up on scents and have a keener eye for tell tale signs of passage.

Taming: Animals seems to respond better and learn quicker under his tutelage then most.

Spying: With good ears and experience skulking the alleyways of Dirt town, Dog has picked up a knack for listening in on the conversations of others, although he does this with relatively innocent intentions, he may one day hear something he'd be better off having not heard.

[Affinity]
Earth

[Gift]
Animal sense: Dog possesses the superior senses of his once canine brethren, able to make out distinct scents belonging to someone or something up to 100ft away, and depending on the strength and longevity of the smells owner in a location, can discern it to up to a month of having been there. Along with this comes a heightened level of hearing too, although useful in a lot of scenarios, loud and shrill noises can become overwhelming.

Animal affinity: Dog has the ability to understand the emotions of wild beasts, as well as convey his intentions in a primitive sense, although this will often times soothe a wild creature, a beast that is bent on destruction or hunting to prevent starvation may not be so easily swayed.

[Inventory]
A braided leather bracelet he wears on his left arm, a gift from the old man.
A small burlap sack, attached to the rope tied around his waist, that carries the few coppers he owns.

[Other]
N/A

[Medjedovic]

@AthorielYou have too many gifts for the beginning. Narrow it down to one or two, and you can pick the others as you grow stronger.

[Medjedovic]

I went and made the intro.

[Ghost Queen]

@Medjedovic
I should be able to post later tonight.

[Athoriel]

My apologies @Medjedovic, got a bit caught up in the creation, I've gone back and edited my previous post. Hopefully it's more reasonable now.

[Medjedovic]

@Athoriel Yeah, it's okay now. Accepted.

[Force and Fury]

Revi Kylosh

[Appearance]
Revi’s a smallish, ethnically ambiguous (though he leans towards Caucasian) eight-year old boy, with a big mushroom of black hair. He is utterly unremarkable in every way.

Revi

[Theme song]
AFI: Miseria Cantare

[Name]
Revi

[Age]
8

[Gender]
Male

[Personality]
Revi doesn’t seem to care much about other people. He’s not antisocial and he doesn’t avoid talking to them. He just doesn’t have much use for them. He doesn’t care a lot for social dynamics. He might be playing with the other children one moment, but decide that he doesn’t want to anymore. He might be in the middle of helping somebody, but if he thinks of something else that he would rather be doing, he’ll just stop. He’ll be polite and friendly if he thinks it will get him what he wants, but he’s just as likely to resort to violence. It’s not that Revi has an active desire to do bad things or hurt people. He just demonstrates an extreme level of self-centredness and social apathy. Friendship is convenient until it isn’t. Loyalty is a way that he knows some people behave. Sometimes it’s useful to be loyal. More than anything, Revi just wants to learn and grow stronger. He wants to become so strong that he won’t have to worry about people hurting him or taking his things. Then he’ll probably be happy.

[History]
Revi doesn’t remember much of his past, but he has the strong feeling that it was better than where he is now. Fritz found him a few years ago close to the gates of the city proper, dressed in a little black uniform and clutching a book. Revi doesn’t really try to get along with the other orphans or avoid them. He’s on decent terms with most, but doesn’t have any actual friends that he can think of. He thinks that Oralee’s wings are beautiful. If anybody damages them, he will probably hurt that person much worse. Sometimes hurting people is the only way to get them to do what you want.

[Relations]
Fritz was a nice man. He protected Revi and made his life a lot easier.
Oralee is beautiful. Revi doesn’t want anything bad to happen to her.
Revi supposes that he had or has parents.

[Level]
1

[Skills]
Revi is completely literate, unlike most of the people around him. He’s quick thinking, quick-acting, and decisive. He’s small, nimble, and good at hiding.

[Affinity]
Water

[Gift]
Revi can control just about every aspect of liquids, though, since he’s young, his gift is a bit clumsy. He can control the polarity of water to make it move, to create adhesives, and to deliver mild electrical shocks. Given the right amount of Oxygen and Hydrogen, he should be able to create water seemingly out of thin air, though he can’t quite do this yet. However, he can definitely force existing water from one state to another (solid > liquid > gas) by soothing or exciting the movement of the molecules that comprise it. Also, by separating the component atoms, he can create bubbles of breathable oxygen and a lifting force underwater. Unfortunately, he can’t sustain this for long. Recently, he’s begun to understand that because people are about 80% water, his magic may be able to affect them in more direct and potentially serious ways.

[Inventory]
Revi has a large book that he was found with. He has read it many times. Just what’s in it, nobody knows. Sometimes he will carry a stick with him, or capture a frog from the river.

[Other]
Revi wants to be safe and happy. He doesn’t care how he goes about attaining that goal, though accruing as much power as possible seems to be the surest way.