[CHAR] Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

[Arawak]

Nendu!

[Dark Light]

Arex

[EchoesofOld]

Alas, poor Voph! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

[Mataus]

Traveller

[Ciaran]

Rosa Stoneheart

Rosa Stoneheart

Influence: 3

Groups: Currently none.

Description:

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 168lbs
Age: 29
Race/species: Werewolf (previously human)
Appearance: Rosa is quite obviously physically athletic - a large portion of her weight is muscle, which, with her height as well, is quite high. She has light brown skin, blue eyes, and black hair, the lattermost being fairly short and swept back. She has many scars, most of which are cuts of various kinds, though all of them have an odd texture as if whatever cut her also burned (in truth, these are injuries from silver weapons - nothing else can scar her). In terms of fashion, Rosa tends to wear tough, durable clothes, often made of black leather, but otherwise keeping to the technology and possibly the style of the planet she's on. She also always wears a necklace from which hang six large canine teeth - the upper-right canines of six different werewolves that died trying to usurp the leadership of Pack Stoneheart from her.
Personality: Rosa seems aggressive, sometimes even cruel, and to an extent she is. She hasn't been able to really trust someone in a long time, and she has known most of her life that giving off an intimidating impression makes her safer. Despite this rough shell, she treats her friends, however few they are, very, very well, and will not hesitate to put herself at risk to protect them. Additionally, she is very stubborn once she's picked a course of action, and quick to resort to violence when other methods fail. However, she isn't stupid, simply uneducated - don't ask her about quadratic equations or the boiling points of hydrocarbons, ask her about the fastest way to get into the military complex undetected.

Abilties, Talents, Traits, Powers:

• ⁽³⁾ Second form -- Rosa is able to transform into a huge, wolflike version of herself. As long as she does so, she has dramatically improved strength, speed, reaction time, and physical resilience.
• ⁽³⁾ Regeneration -- Rosa is able to regenerate most injuries inflicted upon her within ten minutes. However, silver burns her, and will stop any injuries it comes into contact with from ever healing. She can't regenerate lost limbs, and many wounds of a high caliber, such as broken bones, will take even longer, possibly reaching one hour or even more. Also, if an injury leaves a foreign body inside of Rosa (i.e. bullet wounds) the injury cannot heal until the foreign body is removed.
• ⁽²⁾ Physical superiority -- In her human form, Rosa's strength, speed, reaction time, and physical resilience are superior to those of a normal human, but not as much as her second form's.
• ⁽²⁾ Gunplay -- Rosa knows how to load, aim, and accurately fire most modern guns, and is particularly skilled in the use of shotguns and pistols.
• ^(2] Brawling -- Rosa is good in a fistfight, though her style is heavily practical - she's not good enough to show off.

Items:

• ⁽³⁾ Portal network -- Rosa knows a guy who owns a portal network between a few well-traveled planets, and charges people to use it. For someone who travels a lot, like herself, this comes in handy, even if it gets expensive.
• ⁽²⁾ Accomodation -- Rosa has a flat on Frixion Prime, and a townhouse in New Bastion, on Ecetopia. They're good, but nothing fancy.
• ⁽²⁾ Guns -- Rosa has a shotgun and a pistol, as well as plenty of ammo, which she stores at her flat if the technology level of wherever she's headed wouldn't account for them.

Background: Rosa lived in a small Ecetopian town for most of her childhood, brought up by her parents, Helena and Leopold Bowe. Leopold's disappearance when Rosa was 12 dramatically changed things.
Helena had difficulty coping, and Rosa soon found herself providing for both of them, hunting game in the nearby forest and selling it to the townsfolk. It was extremely difficult at first, and the two narrowly avoided poverty and starvation. However, as things progressed, Rosa's skill developed. Their situation was stable again, though Helena continued to suffer.
This ended with her suicide. Her grief over Leopold, two years after his disappearance, finally proved too much. Rosa, upon discovering her mother, fled into the woods.
Rosa soon regretted this decision. She was thoroughly lost be nightfall, with no food, fire, or shelter. Eventually she accepted she would spend the night out there, and did so. However, a pack of huge wolves attacked her in the night, and, though she tried to flee, she ended up bitten, and soon collapsed from blood loss.
When she woke up, she found herself in an encampment - which she later learned to be the home of the werewolf pack Pack Stoneheart, of which she was the newest member. Amazingly, Leopold was there, too (in fact, he had become the pack leader). Despite the tragedy and the jarring change, it looked as though things for Rosa wouldn't be so bad, after all.
Rosa remained in the pack for a long time. After five years, Leopold's age dictated that he was no longer strong enough to lead Pack Stoneheart, and he stepped down. Leadership of Pack Stoneheart was contested, between Rosa and a packmate named Elias. The conflict was resolved in the werewolves' usual method: single combat.
Rosa defeated Elias (to the shock of many; Elias was by far the larger and stronger), though, contrary to tradition, she left him alive. It would be unfair to kill him for his ambition alone, she said, and that he had no way to know he was opposing or threatening her when he announced it. Using the same logic, she killed six would-be usurpers across her eight years ruling Pack Stoneheart.
Rosa's leadership suddenly came to an end (when she was 27, in case you haven't been keeping track), with a raid on the encampment by a force of soldiers working for the Lord Magistrate of New Bastion. The attack was perfectly planned - impossibly so, were it not for one thing: Elias, the werewolf Rosa defeated so long ago, had betrayed the pack for a chance at revenge. He attacked Rosa, nearly killing her, but she managed to escape him.
Rosa has since travelled around widely, taking on mercenary work and just generally getting by. She has no idea how many others escaped the raid, or where Leopold or Elias are now, if either are alive. If she had the opportunity, she would kill Elias in an instant. Though all the leads she had have gone cold, one word about him and she'll be there in an instant.

[Hekazu]

Grug Bloodshot, Oracle of Gruumsian and his sidekick Slammy

[Kasai Uchiha]

Gionni

[Normie]

Ivas

[Silvan Haven]

Fionn Harken

[SpawnMeme]

Yunagh Kehr

[Tristwich]

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4559308

[Liaison]

Bonaparte

[Normie]

Ivas Gainworth

Height: 5'9"
Weight: 170
Age: 24
Race/Species: Human

Tier/Influence: 1 (self); Physically fit but otherwise unremarkable. Remarkably hard-headed, perhaps, to the extent that simply not quitting is a skill or ability.

Group(s): ??? (Native to Ecetopia, the magic planet)

Appearance:



Personality: Excitable and boisterous, Ivas never says no to a good adventure. Raised with tales of grand heroes as the sole respite in an otherwise dull existence, Ivas never wanted anything else but to become such a hero himself, and when he stumbled upon his magical sword he got his chance. Unfortunately, he's overly naive, not very bright, and lacks any clear purpose beyond "doing cool stuff." He is capable of genuine bravery and altruism if the opportunity presents itself, though whether this is due to a truly exceptional spirit or because he is simply too stupid to understand the risks that he takes, it's hard to say.

Items:
(3) Edge -- Ancient masterwork longsword; ornate golden grip, blade inscribed with runes, shining orange pommelstone. Where the handle meets the blade, the shape of a dragon's head is carven into it, its jaws closed around the first few inches of the blade. The crossguard takes the shape of a dragon's wings wrapping around the wielder's hand. The blade is nigh-indestructible, never rusts, and never loses its edge; Ivas chose this word, Edge, as its name mainly because it seemed too cool not to name, but he also couldn't think of anything better at the time (or anytime since, for that matter).

The sword is enchanted with ancient magics which Ivas doesn't understand, although he's learned how to use them. It is bonded to him as its only valid wielder; he can draw it through the air to his hand, even over significant distances and without eyesight of it, but if any other picks the weapon up it becomes extremely heavy, weighing far more than its size would suggest, and the blade dulls to the point that it is little more than a blunt slab of steel. While holding the sword, Ivas can alter its size and shape at will, as well as throw it like a javelin or a dagger with pinpoint accuracy, despite the fact that it obviously should not possess the aerodynamic qualities of either.

Ivas is able to draw on the memories of whatever strange spirit or other magic inhabits the sword, giving him martial skills far beyond what he would have on his own. He is also occasionally able to draw knowledge about other subjects from it, though this information comes haphazardly at best, as if through a barely remembered dream. If he loses the weapon, his fighting skills (and skills in general) are.... rather lacking. After all, there's little need to train properly when one can merely borrow the talents of another.

History: The Gainworth family owned a farm in the countryside where they made their living working the land. They were never rich and they were sometimes poor, with none of their number having much to their name in terms of talent or special abilities, but they had a strong work ethic and strong family bonds to see them through tough times. The farm's secluded and unremarkable location kept it safe from the wars and magical disasters that often occurred around cities or more mystically active regions, but it also made life there repetitive and dull.

Ivas loved his family, and he still does, but he knew that he needed to see something else in the world before he was too old and set in his ways to make the change. He set off with high hopes and a head filled with tales of legendary adventures, sure that he would immediately discover his hidden potential as the chosen one of some long forgotten prophecy, embark on a quest to slay a great dragon or topple an evil empire, and have a beautiful princess swooning into his bed afterwards. Instead, he found that the reality was rather less fanciful; a simple farm boy, who had no magic and didn't even know how to swing a sword, could only find work as a manual laborer. Ivas was back to the mundane existence that he had hated so much before, only now without his family to help him bear it!

In spite of this rude awakening, he didn't become bitter or jaded, instead bouncing between locations in search of any whisper or hint of some exciting quest or another that never ended up working out. Adventure only found him when he wasn't looking for it--on a job excavating ancient ruins for an archaeological expedition, the laborers tunneled into a forbidden crypt and awakened a cursed beast set to guard the sarcophagus within. While the rest panicked, Ivas leapt at the chance for glory, expertly dodging around the monster to push open the sarcophagus and take the enchanted sword held by the corpse within (in reality, the monster kicked the lid aside as it jumped off the coffin as a springboard, and Ivas was only able to pass because it went after his meatier companions first).

Everyone else in the group was slaughtered horribly, but dumb luck was on Ivas's side. The sword, imbued with the lingering spirit of the warrior-king, was meant to pass on to whatever warrior was strong enough to defeat its guardian and claim its might.... but the ancient pharaoh had never considered that someone might get to it without actually killing its guardian, and so the sword had been made to bond with the first person to touch it, who happened to be Ivas. Unable to do any more than watch in exasperation from the afterlife, the pharaoh's spirit sighed in ethereal frustration as the simple farm boy used the sword's incredible powers to effortlessly eviscerate the monster, cheating his way through the sacred trial without ever properly understanding what had happened.

Ivas didn't need to know any of those pesky details anyways. He had finally earned his legacy as a great hero, and with Edge at his side, adventure would be his!

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