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Fiers Hartwine

"If your mother was half as good-looking as your sister, and your aunt was half as pretty as your daughter, I'd say that your female relations are appreciating in value, and I've an eye for tasteful investments. Of course, your father is twice as honourable as you are..."

Name

Fiers Hartwine

Race/Age

Human, with a muddled bloodline, possible Fae ancestry. (OOC: Maybe 17% of his DNA is Fae, and a further 3% is goblin-kind. So basically he has sizeable fairy blood, and a negligible (but still measurable) amount of orc/goblin/troll blood. Whatever denomination for that works. Shrug.)

37 years old, though he looks 27.

Personality

Charismatic, generous, self-sacrificing, bleeding heart. Also tends to lend himself to causes he feels are doomed without him. Can come of as arrogant without meaning to, and has the major virtue of Charity as his muse.

Vain, expects too much, reckless, and can act thoughtlessly whilst attempting to preserve his appearance. Has the major vice of Vainglory.

Backstory

Became a court bard. Accidentally on purpose made rude allusions about wives, daughters, mothers, and aunts. Subsequently catapulted from court barely escaping a death sentence, and remained on his heels when said nobility massacred his reputation. Was reduced to playing at the scummiest dives in the land, and at one point considered ending it all, having lost his ability to properly sing due to his malnutrition.

Cue the Virtuous Company. Fiers' broken song made some weep, others cringe, but all was decided when one tried to cease the singing, twanging tune, and Fier's fought back. Such was the man's persistence that he has as of yet to be interrupted again. Fiers was nursed back to health, and ever since he has become both a key reputation builder for the Company (not that they need it (and always under an assumed name, given his history)) and he has proven himself to be a fast learner in the field of dueling, which can prove surprisingly useful, depending on the Company's target. (It also makes him look really good.)

Physical Talents

Musician of Many Talents; In-depth understanding of musical theory, vast catalogue of music memorized, and can effectively pick up any instrument and play rudimentarily. Is a self-proclaimed master of the lute, vocals, and the lyre.

Apprentice Duelist; Competent combatant with rapier, by no means mastered.

Expert Orator; Is quite skilled at moving a crowd with his words, and is doubly so when employing his music.

Disguise Artist; Is capable of changing his appearance rapidly and drastically, to the point of becoming another person. In addition, both his musical ability and fondness for acting allow him to adopt various dialects and accents, false voices being something of an amusing hobby of his.

Magical Talents

Low-Tier;
Ballad of the Ancient Dragon - AOE that allows allies to gain increased mobility, while reducing that of foes. Effectively works like a shockwave that knocks enemies off their feet and steadies/bolsters allies.

Canto of the Forsaken Heroes - Low-tier healing spell, stabilizes subjects close to death, cleanses common poisons/toxins, and can quicken body's healing processes acting as a catalyst, however does not generally provide additional energy. Consider as a "Refresh" spell, or a "Shit, stay alive as long as you can," spell.

Lay of Castagar Ardreth - Conjures temporary illusion of medium size, with either tangibility yet immobility, or intangibility with the illusion being capable of moving location. Tangibility equivalent to leaning on a wall, will fade if forced to break in any way. Also requires constant attention of caster, or risks either fading entirely or losing its semblance to reality.

Requiem of Intent - Low-level empathic spell, invests targets (if not resistant) with emotions or thoughts chosen by caster. Can be used to ward off effects of other empathic magic, or to merely aid with more mundane forms of emotional trauma. However, due to the empathic nature of the spell, this does require the caster to take on the full force of the targets' own emotions/feelings.

Mid-Tier;
Soloist's Elegy - Allows caster to transfer voluntary traits or energies from many targets into one target. All-for-one, so to speak. Spell only affects traits/energies that both targets and target hold in common. Cannot transfer something uniquely endowed in one of the targets to another. Examples of transferrable traits: Nutrition, stored calories, warmth, wakefulness/rest, age, mental stability, endurance, etc.

Choral Symphony - Caster amplifies sonic capacity of all targets in an AOE, effectively granting the ability to emit sonic blasts for the duration of the spell. This spell also bolsters the targets resistance to sonic stress, preventing damage to hearing or the risk of internal injuries. Targets can intentionally cause Discord Bursts, which occur when two targets sonic blasts reverberate creating an explosive effect. There are also variant effects pertaining to the environment the spell is cast in, ex. High altitude, underwater, precipitation, etc.

Equipment

Lute
Lyre
Rapier, nicknamed "Beggar's Tooth"
2 spare outfits, one flamboyant, one plain.
1 disguise kit (makeup, false beards, spectacles, heels, perfumes)
1 Travel Pack
1 Survival Roll™ (Complete with bedroll, ablutions set, cooking pot, rations pack, coiled rope and full canteen!)
1 Thief's coinpurse, bulging slightly and bouncing whilst hanging from belt.
1 Actual coinpurse, concealed underneath belt.
1 Medallion worn underneath shirt, of unknown personal meaning to wearer.

Other

Fun Fiers Facts

Fiers has the greatest style and sense of fashion in all the Virtuous Company. Without exception. Challenges to this assertion are met with swift defeat at the hands of a beggar's tooth.

NEW - Sep 7th 17

Fiers once had an eating contest with a 300 lb. chef. When the chef had begun tucking into the seventh course, Fiers began humming. The chef fell asleep in under a minute. Fiers spent all night leisurely eating, and grinned cheekily at his opponent when said chef awoke the next morning with three courses left whilst Fiers happily skipped outside. ...And vomited for a few hours.

During his stint with the Virtuous Company, Fiers has become known for attempting to impersonate the various members of the company with varying amounts of efficacy. He has in fact done this so much that a semi-common saying amongst the VC is "You're not Fiers-ing, are you?"

Fiers has a scar on the outer side of his upper left arm from a time he tried to seduce the mistress of an influential nobleman. He succeeded. The scar is from when Elsie caught him rifling through her underwear for a pair that looked like the mistress' the night afterwards.

In one of his many attempts to gain notoriety as one of the top members of the VC, Fiers has posted numerous posters of personal self-acclaim, with particular attention to the size, dimensions, and texture of a certain part of his anatomy, around the VC's headquarters. He is no doubt bringing his latest revised editions of these posters on the VC's latest job, to hand out to civilians and targets alike.

Fears

Fiers' fears (pun intended) are as follows;

Fear of failure
Fear of disfigurement
Fear of maiming
Fear of embarrassment
Fear of destitution

So in summary, Fiers's perfect nightmare would be failing spectacularly resulting in his permanent disfigurement, maiming, and subsequent public embarrassment, ultimately leading to the end of his life as a beggar on the streets wasting away. Fiers' fears are quite grounded in reality, as he has run quite close to his nightmare and the Virtuous Company helped him to escape just barely by the skin of his teeth. Also as can be noted based on his personality, his greatest fears are quite egocentric, as he is confident that he can protect the people surrounding him, and that their wellbeing is quite closely tied to his own.

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Alya Eloen

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Alya Eloen

Race

Half Elf

Age

33 years old, but looks to be around her early 20's or slightly younger.

Personality

Alya is not a totally attentive person, yet she still remains quite 'down to earth' to a certain extent. Some might say she's aloof, and some might say she's just a quiet, and shy woman. Neither are wrong nor completely right. Rather than quiet, she cannot speak for she is mute. She has trouble expressing herself due to this, usually prompting her to stop trying if someone doesn't understand her the first time. While she isn't the most trusting of people, she extends kindness towards those she is able to through music. Overall, Alya is generally a peaceful person that spends most of her time playing music. The songstress lives freely, going where the wind may take her.

Backstory

Born a mute, most might say that Alya's parents bardic legacy would be in ruins as their only child was unable to sing as beautifully as they could. However, common folk usually misunderstand that singing is not the only thing that a bard has to offer. While Alya was unable to sing, let alone speak, her ability to learn and play a wide array of instruments was nothing short of fascinating. Her songs, along with her half-elven charm, captured the hearts of many; from local taverns to lavish banquets, Alya performed. Her reputation spreading throughout the land. She is often sought after by suitors for this reason, but the young songstress always shows disinterest as they try to put her on a pedestal

Most wonder how such a peaceful maiden became part of the Virtuous Company, however those who wonder never remember that her parents were already part of the Company, working as entertainers as well as supportive combatants. Very few know that the Eloen family's music carries innate magic that affects those who listen. Influenced by the bard's very soul.

Physical Talents

Alya while excels in the art of music. 'Physical talents' is not really something you'd associate with this diminutive character. At most she's able to keep her balance due to her dancing practice, but other than that, her strength is completely lacking in every way. Due to her Elven heritage, she does possess low-light vision.

Magical Talents

While Alya's innate magic may sound very convenient, it is a very dangerous kind of magic to possess and use. Her mute nature, coupled with natural genius in the art of music has further enhanced this magic. The magic of the 'Song Weaver' is governed by the emotions of the Musician; as the Weaver plays their songs, they slowly mold their listeners emotions to match their own or what they intend, more-so than any other bard. Should a Song Weaver lose control of their magic, it could have devastating consequences for everyone within the earshot of the song. Losing control means to get lost in one's own music; unintentionally hypnotising themselves or suffering a complete mental breakdown. A Song Weaver's music is able to pierce through even the loudest of noises as if to make sure that it's audience is listening. With concentration, this magic can be directed at will.

Song Weaver's Nocturne [Passive] - Due to her innate magic, Alya's music will always affect her listeners more than a normal bard's music would, regardless of whether or not she's casting a spell. Due to her generally peaceful mind, her music usually has a calming effect on her audience, while captivating them nonetheless.

Low-tier

Adagio - Alya plays a reverberating tone, lulling anyone into a calm, docile state. While this may influence most people and animals; those with a strong will and state of mind will be able to resist this song.

Accelerando - An upbeat tune comes with a light-heart and with a light-heart comes fleet of foot. Those affected by this song feel as light as a feather, allowing them to move as quickly as their bodies allow. However, fatigue will strike down those who are too reckless.

Forte - A warrior's ferocity is encouraged by the blow of a warhorn. Their bodies feel stronger and the fury within them boils. Enemies cower before the sound of the horn, their fear leaving them frail and cowering.

Sotto Voce - A hushed tone flows as her allies seemingly vanish from their foe's sight. The music clouds their senses as they begin to hear nothing but muffled noise and see nothing but blurred images.

Mid-tier

Spinto - With a flat note, her sound becomes a force to be reckoned with. Her enemies pushed away as an invisible power strikes them.

Sharp - A high, piercing note she plays, the noise stabbing her enemies ears. Watch as they clutch the sides of their craniums. Their bodies quaking as the sound vibrates through them. Those closest to Alya may as well be deceased.

Equipment

Outside of the clothes on her back and a traveler's cloak, Alya doesn't really bring much on her travels. Of course, she carries her enchanted flute and a warhorn that her parents had entrusted to her. She carries a small satchel that holds her ink pots, quills and pieces of parchment which she may use to communicate with others.

Other

• Alya is quite short, standing at around 5'2". Her build can be described as 'slim', as she doesn't really have any muscle visible muscle. Her 'feminine assets' are quite lacking as well, but thanks to her elven heritage she remains quite attractive to the majority of potential suitors. Unlike most of the Virtuous Company folk, her skin is quite pale and unscathed as if she were a noblewoman. Under her cloak is a simple leather dress with a pair of leather boots. She's reasoned that she doesn't need to wear anything fancy to where she's going.
• She favours the flute over most instruments.
• Alya is quite famous, known by most of the members in the Virtuous Company as well as the Ruling Council.
• There are times when Alya is able to hear the emotions within someone's very soul as if it had it's own melody, but this rarely occurs.

Fears

Alya fears her own magical power. She fears for the time that she loses control and nobody is there to help her break free of her own curses. On the same coin, she doesn't want to stop playing music nor does she ever want to be separated from her instruments, for she feels that she is nothing without them. This dependency and attachment to her instruments and music makes her vulnerable, but also strong.

Like any other person ill-suited for combat, Alya fears killing and being killed. While blood is spilled around her, she herself does not want to be the one to spill it.

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Elsie

"I’m a healer not your mum, now either quit crying, or go where I can’t hear."

Name

Elsie

Race / Age

Human, 25

Personality

Elsie can be… somewhat cold. And grumpy. And pragmatic. She doesn’t like trusting people and she doesn’t like counting on them. Even when you get to know her, she doesn’t really tend to warm up to people (although she does treat members of the Virtuous Company somewhat less disdainfully than the general populace. Occasionally. If she's in a good mood.). She generally errs on the cynical side - whilst she used to be angry and bitter, now she’s just… kinda tired. She doesn’t really have the energy anymore for righteous anger, she knows better than to hope for things to improve, although she is quite capable of getting annoyed at people for...lesser offences. She can be kinda rude sometimes (although she prefers to think of it as forwardness) even towards her patients, although some find her standoffish-ness to be oddly calming (at least she’s not flinching at the blood gushing out of your abdomen, or screaming.) She doesn’t tend to spare people’s feelings just because, but she doesn’t go out of her way to get on the wrong side of people off either.

Backstory

Elsie’s is a story that’s all too common. Born in a small village on the outskirts of Auroch, when bandits inevitably raided the small settlement it was ‘too far’ for The Ruling Council to send help. Elsie, only five years old at the time, hid from them under the floorboards of the village tavern where she occasionally helped sweep the floors to earn money to help her parents. She managed to escape detection, but she couldn’t escape the truth that she was, for better or for worse, all alone in the world. Realising that there was no way she would be able to survive alone in an empty village, she packed her bags that night, and left for the Capital City under the cover of darkness.

It was a harsh journey and an even harsher arrival seeing as as a young girl travelling alone, she was an immediate target for all kinds of unsavoury characters. Through a combination of necessity and lessons-hard-learned, she developed an ability to keep quiet and keep out of sight. As she grew to be older, she learned how to make a grown man cry like a little girl with a well placed knee, and as she grew older still and fell in with the aforementioned unsavoury characters, the knee became a poisoned knife and the grown men became anyone she was pointed at by her new ‘friends’.

By the age of fifteen, she was well and truly hardened, bitter at the world and The Ruling Council for her circumstances, and unable to truly trust anyone, even if she wanted to. She was beginning to make a name for herself as a, if not necessarily brilliant, competent and reasonably talented assassin, able to sneak into places easily, assisted by the fact that she was still young and relatively innocent-looking.

And then, lo and behold, she discovered her true calling as a healer all at once. Kinda.

She had a job to assassinate one of the court healer’s assistants - a young woman relatively new to the post who, surprise surprise, looked a little like Elsie. She carried out the job with ease, and disposed of the body, and was just about to leave to collect payment when the healer, an elderly woman with rapidly failing eyesight and early-stage dementia, mistook Elsie for the assistant. Seeing an opportunity to get cosied up to a wide assortment of nobles with an even wider assortment of targets painted on their backs, Elsie assumed the other girl’s place and name (Marcy) , and thus began the most peaceful years of her life.

Over a period of five years, Elsie learned everything she could about healing and medicine - picking up a few healing spells along the way. Gradually, she stopped actively searching for contracts, instead preferring to spend her time learning about science and the human body, how to heal instead of hurt. She told herself that her interest was purely academic - she’d discovered an enquiring mind and keen intelligence that had been left more or less un-nurtured by her previous life, but that didn’t change the fact that she was starting to enjoy her work and spending time with the old healer, and her old skills and abilities were beginning to deteriorate through a lack of use.

And then, as things are wont to do, it all came crashing down around her ears. One night, the old healer was murdered, the next, Elsie was no longer Marcy, and had run off, back to where she came from. She was uncertain whether the old healer’s death was meant as a message for her, a punishment for leaving her old life, or if it was completely unrelated, but Elsie was certain of something- she wanted revenge. Unfortunately, she wasn’t as good as she used to be. Her disappearance meant that the hole she left in the market had been filled by a dozen younger, more skillful assassins, leaving Elsie stranded and frozen out by all her old contacts, with no means of making money seeing as her job as a healer was somewhat illegitimate.

She was homeless, jobless, and prospectless, sleeping rough and just about ready to throw in the towel when a deus ex machina arrived in the form of a couple of badly injured members of the Virtuous Company. They weren’t too fussed about legitimacy, so she offered to help them in return for a small sum. She saved their lives, and in turn, they told her about the company, and finally, she was home.

So far, she has been with the Virtuous Company for a little over four years - treating wounds and illnesses both major and minor in return for room, board, and a cut of the profits. She’s improved her physical abilities somewhat during this period in order to be able to defend herself should the need arise, but she prefers working as a healer as she sees it as more intellectually stimulating.

Physical Talents

She worked as an assassin as a child - relying more on her ability to blag her way through closed doors than anything else, but she still has skills in the arena of hand to hand combat, using knives, and general sneakiness. She’s nowhere near as good as she used to be however, and whilst she can hold her own against an opponent who’s not too much bigger than she is and is of a similar skill level, she’s not exactly a one-woman army in this regard,

She is, however a pretty good healer. Ready with an arsenal of herbs, poultices, and magical plants, Elsie has a remedy for most things, presuming you haven’t pissed her off at any point in the recent past. On the inverse of that, Elsie is just as versed in poisons as she is in their antidotes, having relied upon them during her time as an assassin, and then later on developing a fascination for them.

Magical Talents

Muffling Spell - A low-tier spell she learnt as a child, quiets her own footsteps so she can sneak into and out of places more easily.

Pain Killer Spell - Basically magic-morphine except without the being high part. Less painful for the recipient and less exhausting for Elsie than a standard heal spell, it’s useful in a wide variety of circumstances.low-tier

Drowsy Spell - A low-tier spell that’s useful for getting patients to shut up and stop screaming/freaking out/moving whilst she’s trying to carry out more complex procedures and spells.

Calm Spell - A low-tier spell that act to calm the immune response, which can be helpful in treating certain illnesses and injuries, and in relieving symptoms. Also helps with allergies to a certain degree.

Healing (Injuries) - A mid-tier healing spell -> takes a while and is kinda painful for the patient and exhausting for Elsie, but will thoroughly heal any injuries sustained by the target so long as Elsie is aware of them and can direct energy towards them.

Cleanse (Illnesses) - A mid-tier healing spell -> Purges the body of any unwanted ‘foreign bodies’ such as pathogens and toxins completely and thoroughly so long as Elsie is familiar with the thing she’s trying to cleanse (e.g. she couldn’t cure a poison unless she knew what it was). Is, again, time consuming and exhausting, and consequences for failure or misdirection can be dire, ranging from early to late stage symptoms of various autoimmune conditions that can sometimes be more devastating than the initial threat.

Equipment

In her day to day life, she carries a variety of items used in her work as a healer - ranging from commonly used herbs to clean bandages and the like. She also carries a knife, which she claims is for cutting herbs and healer-y things, but is really for self defence, and in case she happens to run into her mentor’s killer.

When travelling, she carries a backpack of standard supplies - water, cured meat in case of an emergency, a change of clothes, rope, a herbalist’s almanac, a notebook and writing implement. She carries a separate pack with a more comprehensive first aid kit as well. If there's a cart for luggage and she's going on a longer journey, she will sometimes take a more comprehensive library, containing volumes on the physiology of different races along with books about more specialist topics than she would usually encounter.

Fears

Abandonment/Betrayal - There’s a reason why she doesn’t let people in. She’s experienced this far too many times from far too many angles to trust that it won’t happen, and it’s something she’s always looking out for. When it does happen, she tries not to let it get to her, but inside, she’s devesetated every time.

Small Spaces - Hiding under the floorboards whilst everyone you ever knew gets brutally murdered will do that to a person.

Being Alone - As much as she pushes people away, being completely alone reminds her a little too much of the past for her to be comfortable with it.

Edited 08/09/17 for a few spelling/grammar mistakes I spotted and a couple of other mostly cosmetic changes, went more into detail with equipment as well.

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Reignald the Old

"Tha call of battle echoes too loud to ignore."

Name
Reignald The Old (Formerly, Reignald the Omen)

Race / Age

Human

Personality

Reignald is a hard man to decipher, and who he is changes a lot from who you ask. People in his hometown will tell you he is a gentle giant. Constantly helping around the village, always with a smile on his face. He will always have kind words for those who approach him, and will serve as shoulder to cry on when needed. Despite being strong as a bull, he wouldn't hurt a fly. A bit overprotective of his daughter, Alana, but ultimately a kind man. The nickname "The Old" just elevates his status as village grandpa.

On the other hand, the men under his command back in his warring days would tell you he was a beast. Stories still spread around camps of the time he broke a man's arm just for daring sneeze while in formation. Ruthless, merciless, and hard as stone. His battlebrothers thought of calling him "the animal" but only stopped out of fear of him ever finding out. Instead, they settled for Reignald the Omen, for when he stepped on the battlefield, it was a sign the tide of battle was about to change.

Backstory

Reignald was born in a small household in the capital, son of a blacksmith and a tailor. Due to his economical situation, he started helping his father in the shop at a very young age. He grew big and strong through the hard labor of the forge, and by his late teens, he was already the sort of man you would not want to pick a fight with. Although he tried to avoid it as much as he could, other kids on his street would constantly pick fights with him, trying to prove their bravery or strenght. Unaware of his strenght, Reignald would end up sometimes hurting someones child more than he intended, earning him constant scoldings and punishments. Despite his lack of combat training, Reignald knew everything his father had to teach him about weaponry.But his place was not making swords, but wielding them. In the same way a blade is forged first with fire and, Reignald had already forged his body, and just like a sword, it was time for him to be tested in battle. He joined the army at age 20. Although he tried to convince himself he did it to repay some of the resources his family had spent raising him, this was far from the truth. Reginald wanted to experience war. He wanted to taste the bloodshed and the real cruelty this world had to offer.

He fought numerous battles in the name of his nation, and by age 40, he had cemented a reputation as a brutal force in the battlefield. This ensured him a small commanding rank, and a little plot of land to call his own. In the span of a couple of years his unit had become efficient, effective, and most importantly, deadly. It wouldnt be until 4 years later that he decided to retire, without much explanation, leaving the command of his men to a trusted aprentice. He would lead a peaceful life for another 6 years, allowing himself to enjoy the fruits of a lifetime of service. But his sword yearned for the embrace of its master, and Reignald knew, deep within, he was born for war.

He tried to re-enlist, but instead, go directed somewhere else. His achivements had not gone unnoticed after all.

"The Virtous Company, eh? Count me in"

Physical Talents
Proficiency with sword, armor and shield.
Military discipline.
Blacksmithing skills.
Above average strenght.

Magical Talents

Magical Talents
Low Tier
Rage of the Bull: Years of combat and wounds have taught Reignald to ignore pain, even if temporarily. This comes with the downside of constantly ignoring grave wounds, which, unattended, could cause trouble in the long run.
Battlecry: Half of the battle is in the mind. Reignald has learnt this over the years, and has mastered the art of shouting fear into his enemies. Not supernatural in and on itself one would think, until one heard his battlecry.
Mid Tier
Second Wind: When in the brink of death, animals fight the hardest. After receiving extensive damage, Reignald can push himself into a last desperate fight, often with deathly results.
Omens of battle: Plenty of war experience has payed off in an almost supernatural ability to predict the ways of combat. A constant disconnection in the battlefield usually stops his use of reason when fighting. But on the rare ocasion where Reignald fights with a clear mind, the result is a proficiency in duel that some would confuse of divination. Almost as if he knew what his enemy was about to do.

Equipment

Equipment
His sword (nicknamed "Lullaby")
Full plate armor.
His shield.
A small satchel bag, attached to his sword's hilt.
Rations for 3 days in bread and cheese.
A horn
An assortment of stimulant herbs
A flask of healing poultice (300ml)
A canteen full of wine (500ml)

Fears
Reignald constantly questions why exactly does he fight. Constantly tries to convince himself that he is a good person, and that he fights for his country and his ideals. Deep inside, he is afraid to akcnowledge that maybe, just maybe, he is as brutal and savage as the kids in his block once thought he was.

Another great fear of his is losing his daughter, Alana. Although Alana is a grown woman, Reignald can get overprotective of her at times. He specially distrusts Alana's husband, Theodore, and only backs off as per his daughter's request.

This ties to a general fear of losing those who look up to him. Despite his time in the army, Reignald never really got used to losing the people around him, and would constantly put himself in unreasonable danger due to his inability to let go.

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My Hider

"A sword? Only weaklings and unskilled wield a blade, I choose to use my hands as my weapon."

Name

Rosha of the Void

Race / Age

Human / 22

Personality

Unlike others Rosha believes herself to be a tool and must follow the orders of those above her, whether the order is something simple as delivering a message to someone in a room across a hallway or kill someone that's across a nation, she doesn't hold her actions as a tool as her own, but as the person who commands her, she sees it as their actions being done through her whether she likes what she has to do or not.

Rosha has an earnest, quiet demeanor, but she also believes in bettering herself and always thinks there is room to improve upon something. She sees orders as the first thing that should be followed and done first, with secondary task being saved for when the primary orders are finished. Rosha on a personal level. Believes in an entity called the void and believes that she gets her strength from the entity through meditation, she also believes that no fight is worth getting into if the opponent doesn't look like they are worth it even if they are begging for a fight, but if they do attempt to attack, she is willing to defend herself but not fight back completely.

Backstory

Rosha was formerly a member of a cult called the followers of the void, a wandering group of people who believed in an entity called the void that shaped everything to float within an endless expanse called such and those who die believing in him would ascend to a different plain outside of it, and death was only a way to be removed from the void. Rosha, from birth, was ordered to be the group's protector along side a number of others, she along side them were told by their leader to not take the lives of others even if they were to kill one of them or anyone in the cult.

During a long trek through a forest, the cult was ambushed by a group of thieves, and during the fighting Rosha's mother was cut by one of the thieves and acting upon pure impulse, Rosha lost her temper and tackled them to the ground, then beat the thief into a bloody stain, for what seemed like hours she punched the thief for hurting her mother and eventually killed them in the heat of the moment. When she finally came to, the others in the group cast her out, with their leader claiming that she's a brute and a murder for what she had done, with the others listening to the leader they left her without batting an eye.

For two years Rosha wandered the lands, she felt as if she had no purpose in life anymore, that it wasn't worth it to keep going on, as she wandered into a small town, someone asked what was depressing her, once she explained her situation the man suggested that she join Virtuous Company and explained it would give her a purpose once more. After considering the idea, Rosha joined the company, with the lingering thought of being without purpose in her mind, she followed every order given to her, but always mentioned that she'd rather fight using her fist instead of weapons believing them to be more effective.

Physical Talents

When she joined the Virtuous company, Rosha not only came up with new moves for her hand to hand fighting, but developed new styles to deal with different types of enemies.

Fist of the Void- Rosha's first style, it's a simple yet powerful style, relying on simple brawling, the style uses somewhat flashy, slow, and very amateur looking wrestling moves, but what makes up for the moves her powerful punches and kicks. It's mostly a style to put herself on a same level with simple fighters and to lull more advanced fighters into a false sense of security.

Destroyer- Rosha's second style, Like in the name the style is meant to do as much damage as possible to her opponent or opponents, the style focuses on Rosha using her brute strength to attack and throwing all of her body weight behind all of her attacks while taking blows while fortify her balance, but the downside to the style is her slow movement and attacks.

Bolt- Rosha's third style, unlike the other two the style is very unrefined, it focuses on using mostly speed and dodging attacks instead of guarding against them or outright taking the blows, the style also uses fast punches such as jabs, hooks, and uppercuts. It's a style that makes Rosha easier to take down due to her not expecting to be hit or harmed while utilizing the style.

Magical Talents

None

Equipment

Steel bracers to help in blocking swords

Other

Rosha stands at the height of five-foot-seven with long, straight, black hair stretching from the top of her head down the length of her spine, with her bangs just covering her eyebrows. Rosha has a dark, and nearly caramel colored skin tone, with even darker plump lips. Her eyes are a bright gray color, lighting up the rest of her face, she has a small rounded nose and a smooth rounded chin. Rosha's form is a mix of curvy but also muscular, with her midriff being sculpted six pack, but with flared hips and smooth less muscular thighs. Her arms on the other hand have visible muscles, that when flexed grow two times their original size.

Despite the location or do to not caring too much about clothes, Rosha wears a black, sleeveless Gi made from a dense silk like material, wrapped around her wrist, palm, fingers, and forearms are several bandages and steel bracers, on her feet she wears a pair of dark boots.

Fears

-Dying without a reason

-Losing a master

-Have nothing to serve

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Player has decided to abandon the roleplay!

This character's player no longer wants to be here and has thus left as soon as he could properly do so.

[ManoftheNorth]

"Cry...stals."

Name

R'Ornn

Race/Age

Savolin, 30

Savolin are associated with Gnomes, despite their being more akin to elves. The Savolin bloodline was started when the Elven race started out-casting those of a shorter stature. Eventually the shortness became a bred-in trait, similar to breeding small dogs. However so was the magical potency of the shorter elves. Now, the Savolin preside over that bloodline. The Savolin stand on average no taller than three and a half feet tall, and are among the magically powerful Race.

The Savolin are a rather, proud race, but not in the way Elves are honestly. They are tough, resilient, and don't allow others to talk ill of them easily. They were created fro an out-cast people, people who were deemed unworthy of the name Elf, so the Savolin are proud to be who they are, to prove that they are better than the name Elf, and they do so by not being out-right racist to the Elves. The Savolin herald compassion and peace, when possible, but will never lay down and let another walk all over them.

Personality

R'Ornn is a bit peculiar, being that of an obsessive Crystal Mage, as well as an exuberantly outward personality towards anyone and everyone. He is often extremely cheerful and happy, one of the hardest personalities to bring down or make sad. He is generally only ever happy, or angry, and to make him angry extreme work.

Backstory

R'Ornn joined the Company at a younger age, roughly twenty years ago. He was aloof from his home, seeking grandeur and adventure. He had heard of the company and was ready to throw his skills into the hat and see what he could. However as the course of nature took it's power into play, R'Ornn was seeded with the gift of magic, in the form of Crystal Magic. This also made him curious, and powerful, and it began to drive him forward in his adventures. He sought out other crystal mages, rare crystalline artifacts, natural magical crystals.

He. Needed. Crystals.

He spent his years, up to this point, serving the Company as a powerful mage for some of the more dangerous missions, in the hope that he might find more and more artifacts and natural formations to study and understand. For what he seeks, is to truly understand all of his powers, and why his bloodline choose Crystal Magic.. a one-in-a-hundred magical affinity.

Physical Talents

R'Ornn only has two real physical talents: Acrobatics, and Charm. He is an agile race, and one of the more agile of the race over all. He also exhibits an extremely charming nature, his words(when not obsessed over crystals) can actually be highly influential and charming.

Magical Talents

This can serve as your spell-list. We would be mid-range adventurers so keep available skills as follows.
- Crystal Spike(Lesser): R'Ornn summons a large singular crystal, or a series of smaller ones to attack the enemy from a surface.
- Hovering/Flying(Lesser): R'Ornn can hover most of the time without strain, but he can expand extra energy to fly about as he needs, but long distances are extremely troubling.
- Crystal Punch(Lesser): R'Ornn manifests his crystals around his fists to augment his hand-to-hand fighting capability in a pinch.
- Crystal Mirror(Lesser): R'Ornn coats a surface or creates a platform of mirror-like crystal that causes the enemy(and unprepared allies) to lose traction and footholds.
- Crystal Barrage(Moderate): R'Ornn summons a storm of large and medium sized Crystals to hail and barrage the enemy.
- Thunderlord's Jewel(Moderate): R'Ornn summons a special crystal of large size, this Crystal acts as a conduit for lightning and lightning magic and redirects it to the enemies of R'Orrn's choosing.(The Gem also manifests lightning if no natural sources are currently present.)

Equipment

R'Ornn has only the most basic of Mage equipment, outside of his clothing and armored bits. He has a backpack which holds his Books, Quills, Ink pots, Scrolls, and research equipment.

Other

Anything missing from the above that you feel the need to put on your character sheet.

Fears

R'Ornn fears a few fair things. Spiders, Feral Orcs, Lichs, and the fear that he will never understand everything there is to know about crytals.

[Lucius Cypher]

Malkai

"So this is the new world huh?"

Name

Malkai Vorinclex

Race / Age

Half-Orc

Personality

Fairly jovial but with a touch of barbarism as well. Malkai is a simple creature: he does what he wants, which can be anything from ultra violence to playing the hero. Generally looks out for himself but has no issues lending aid to a friend or pretty face either. That being said his morals are about as flexible as a whip, and as changing as the seasons. Malkai will always be Malkai, even if people think of him differently.

Backstory

If one asked Malkai who he was and what he’s doing here, he’d tell you flat out that he’s an extra dimensional traveler who accidentally found himself in this world and is slowly working back towards returning to his realm. Whether or not he’s lying or telling the truth, he wouldn’t bother to explain, as he isn’t really trying hard to get back home. Whatever his origins is Malkai has showed a variety of skills he has dabbled in, the best of them being his combat prowess. In his own words, “If I was a good tradesman I wouldn’t be risking my ass doing this.”

As for how he came into the company of the Virtuous Company, they were simply the first company who he came across and accepted him. Being a foreigner with a loose grasp of the language, the only language he could speak is violence, which the Company was well versed in. He’s been with them for a while, enough to get a hang of the language, but is still very much a stranger in these strange lands. But as long as the money is good, and there’s work to be done, Malkai seems fairly content for himself.

Physical Talents

Malkai’s favored weapon is the axe and it’s variances. Light enough to throw, heavy enough to split helms, and anything in between, chances are Malkai can used them well. Malkai especially likes pitting his blade against swordsmen, who generally deride his weapon of choice as barbaric and lacking in true skill. But those same swordsmen will find that Malkai is quite capable against their kind of weapons, specifically sundering their blades or simply disarming them with the crook of his axes.

Malkai is also a decent brawler should he not have a weapon on hand. He’s no martial artist, but at the same time he knows how to escape a grapple, take a punch, and even foil some fancier attacks with simple brutality. He’ll elbow smash kicks and bite though fingers, and then use those same teeth to rip out your jugular or tear off your hamstrings if the fight isn’t a friendly one. He’s more of a beast than a man when it comes to hand-to-hand, yet he’s still very much a thinking creature as well. Malkai’s striking arts aren’t anything to write home about, however his strong grip and constitution allows him to be a deadly grapple once he gets close.

Arguably the best thing about Malkai is his toughness and durability. Be it blades and arrows, fire and ice, or whatever arcane trickery the enemy makes, Malkai has the toughness to survive. Augmenting his own natural armor, Malkai dons protective plates and even employs the use of a shield to increase his survivability. When it comes to a shield Malkai is just as good at them as he is with an axe, and often uses the protective plate as a smashing board as well. His ability to move in armor, even heavier full plate, is also certainly something to note as he’s far more agile than any man ought to be.

Another talent Malkai has is being able to play a few instruments, such as a lute, flute, and drum. He’s not exactly the best with them, but he can play backup for more talented musicians. He’s a horrible singer however so unless his wretched voice can harm the enemy, best let him just play his instruments.

The last, lesser known physical talent for Malkai is one her purposes keeps secretive for what it is: His stealth. Though a loud man in personality and in battle Malkai is just as capable of sneaking around to a more optimal position or escaping a bad one. Being able to move as quietly and quickly as he can, despite his armament, is a talent he’s honed over the years in order to bring the biggest boom to where it’ll make the loudest noise.

Magical Talents

Low Tier

Grease - This spell creates a small amount of volatile slime, about half a gallon. The grease can be summoned over an area or directly onto a target. The grease is very slippery and will make it difficult to hold onto objects covered in the grease or maintain footing where there is grease. This grease is also highly flammable, and when exposed to a high enough level of heat (Such as from a torch), the grease will light on fire. Good for getting wet wood to catch on fire.

Spark - With a snap of Malkai’s fingers he can create a flame as big as a candle for a second. Too weak to be used against enemies directly, however it can be used to light highly flammable things instantly such as oils, clothes, or campfires. He typically uses this spell to light his cigars.

Mid Tier

War Cry - Malkai unleashes a deafening roar that fills his allies with fury. War Cry allows Malkai and his allies to become physically stronger and increases their stamina for a minute, however those who accept the War Cry cannot cast spells or concentrate on maintaining spells. This song can also overwrite other emotion or mind based effects such as fear and mind control, at least for as long as the person accepts the War Cry.

Equipment

Weapons

Trick Axe - This hefty looking battleaxe is Malkai’s preferred weapon of choice. On the surface it doesn’t look like much aside from a rather broad-headed weapon, too heavy for most aside from Malkai to hold with just one hand. The secret to it however, is that the shaft can be extended to turn the battleaxe into a poleaxe, increasing its reach at a moment’s notice.

Cestus - A single armored gauntlet made of tough leather and metal studs. The palm and fingers are open enough that Malkai can still hold and operate other weapons even with the hand wearing the cestus, allowing him to always have a melee option whether he has a weapon in hand or not.

Armor

Breastplate - Malkai wears a steel breastplate as his main form of body armor. With a sloped chestpiece, pauldrons, and tasset, it keeps most of Malkai’s squishy bits protected.

Orcish Helmet - A traditional orcish helmet made of steel, but also made with surprising orcish ingenuity. Designed to be able to ward off glancing blows to the head and neck, it is also equipped with a fearsome battle mask that serves a more functional purpose than intimidation: the eyes of the mask is covered with a glass lens that dims the effect of bright light, such as from the fires or the sun, and is meant to be worn by orcs capable of darkvsion. The glass lens also provides protection against those who would try to blind Malkai by throwing dirt or other objects in his face, though it’s not the best form of protection if anyone tries to stab a sword through his eye.

Studded Leather - What the breastplate doesn’t protect, Malkai wears studded leather to cover. His legs and arms and covered with a leather hide with metal rivets to help deflect blows.

Shield Gauntlet - A metal gauntlet Malkai wears specifically on his shield arm (The left hand), it helps him maintain his grip on his shield as well as provide more protection than a regular leather gauntlet would have.

Smashing Shield - As much a weapon as it is armor, Malkai rarely ever fights without his smashing shield. A medium sized shield capable of not only blocking, but also parrying, disarming, and of course smashing into the enemy. Malkai’s shield is also designed in such a way that he can steady his other weapons on it, such as guns or spears.

Gear

Backpack - A leather carrying case that has numerous pockets for storing items that might be needed while adventuring. Hooks are included for attaching items such as canteens, pouches, or even a rolled-up blanket. It has padded bands that strap across the chest and the waist to distribute its weight more evenly. It can hold about 2 cubic feet of material in its main container.

Bedroll - Two woolen sheets sewn together along the bottom and one side to create a bag for sleeping in. In a pinch it can also be used to choke out a fire at the risk of ruining the bedroll in the process.

Blanket - A thick furred blanket that can also be used as a sack, towel, rug, or pillow. Typically rolled up along with the bedroll.

Rope - Lengths of rope that Malkai keeps in case stuff needs to be tied down. He carries five lengths of ten-feet rope tightly wound together.

Small Leather Tent - A canvas tent with collapsible poles just barely large enough to hold two-medium sized people. The canvas can also be fashioned into a hammock, or if needed the tent could be suspended by a rope as a hanging tent if there is no flat or dry areas. When used in such a fashion, it’s typically only big enough to hold one person comfortably.

Waterskin - A flexible flask made of a bear stomach and sealed with a cork, can hold up to half a gallon of liquid.

Fishing Tackle - A small box containing a set of hooks, lures, floaties, wires, a small net, and a even a fishing rod (Assembly required). Bait needs to be procured locally.

Bandoliers - Two pairs of belts worn over the chest and across the waist, they come with a variety of straps and pouches to hold weapons and other objects, such as potions or bombs. Malkai also has a special bag on his belt that specifically resistant to both high impact and heat, to ensure that his potions don’t break.

Climbing Kit - A container with crampons, pitons, strong rope, and even chalk that can help Malkai and others climb treacherous surfaces.

Cooking Kit - This kit contains an iron pot, an iron skillet, a ladle, a skewer, a wooden cutting board, a cutting knife, an iron tripod for the pot, a packet of tinder, and a small selection of local or otherwise easy to find seasonings. All the component pieces (except the skillet) fit within the pot for easy storage and transport.

Meal Kit - This kit includes a plate, bowl, cup, fork, knife, and spoon, made of bronze. Each item has a handle or small hole and can be tied together using the included leather cord.

Traveler’s Anytool - A magic iron rod with various knobs attached to it. This item is capable of transforming into any tool to the creator’s imagination, so long as the tool itself does not consist of too many moving parts. For example it can create a pair of shears or a twenty-foot pole, but not a threshing flail or padlock. And while this item can create tools such as hammers, axes, picks, and even machetes, they are not inherently designed as weapons and generally are inferior to their more martial variants, though they do just fine for more mundane purposes.

Flute - A bronze flute Malkai sometimes plays when he's bored. It can also be loud enough to send noise over a long distance, should he need to communicate via flute. His name is etched on the bottom.

Consumables

Healing Potion (x2) - A potion that can restore damage from light wounds. It can also be used to stabilize someone who is dying but not yet dead.

Antitoxin (x2) - A bitter yellow liquid that helps resist poisons and suppresses their effects for 24 hours. Antitoxins are not antidotes and do not remove poison on their own, only suppress their effects until the antitoxin wears off. If the poison isn’t purged from the system one way or another, either naturally or by being cured, the effects will resume.

Love Potion - A mind-altering potion that causes the person who drinks it to fall in love with the first person they see, regardless of their gender, race, or age. The magic compulsion wears off after an hour.

Halfling Smokeweed (x5) - A mind-affecting narcotic that induces sluggishness yet also increases certain senses, Malkai keeps rolled up cigars filled with this stuff to calm his nerves. Can be used to suppress fear effects and pain, however the subsequent side effects will cause you to become drowsy, sluggish, uncoordinated, and prone to maniacal laughter.

Trail Rations (x5) - Metal tins, lunch boxes, or small sacks containing enough food to feed Malkai for a day. They come in different varieties depending on where he got them from, but they're generally quite preservable and could be eaten even weeks after they've been made. Malkai's trail rations tend to be very spicy.

Other

Malkai has an innate darkvision good for about sixty feet. Within sixty feet he can perceive things as if he was looking at them under daylight, except in monochrome.

Malkai is fluent in Halfling and knows enough Elvish to understand when he’s being insulted.

Malkai has unintentionally co-authored a cookbook about poultry. He has yet to collect any royalties on the sales.

Knows how to make bread.

Fears

Liches. Not just undead, but specifically liches. Powerful, magically charged undead once put Malkai in a very horrible position, and he only escaped due to the apathy of the lich and blind luck. Since then Malkai simply prefers to cut and run rather than stay and fight.

Malkai is also not a fan of the ocean or any large bodies of water for that matter. Rivers and swamps he’s fine with, and if he has to Malkai can cross a lake as long as he stays inside the boat, but he refuses to have anything to do with the sea or anything underwater. Because of this Malkai can’t swim, at least not very well. Certainly isn’t going to be a good swimming when he’s panicking.

Gnomes creep Malkai out. Not really a big fear on it’s own, but something about them unnerves Malkai greatly. Doesn’t help that the lich who once kept him prisoner was also a gnome in his past life. Malkai didn’t realize gnomes could be liches.

Wood Elves also make Malkai uncomfortable. While he usually has no problems with other variances of elves, wood elves remind him much of gnomes while still having the innate savagery of nature, even if the wood elf in question is more of a hippie. They’re just creepy.

Malkai also doesn’t handle angels very well. Churches he’s fine with, and generally he doesn’t have any beef with priests or gods, but most of what people consider angels, Malkai just considers glorified executioners with good public relations. It doesn’t help that when he was finally freed from the lich, it was angels who nearly killed him, not the lich himself. Much like liches Malkai prefers to avoid angels rather than deal with them, benign or not.