[OOC] 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑

[Poet]

@TerminalImpressive. I'll need some time to go through this.

[Poet]

@DustyI forgot to ask. Did you want an edit of your character picture?

[Dusty]

What does it entail? I feel his image works well.

[Poet]

@DustyA resize, some filters, and a distressed look.

[Dusty]

@Poet Alright sure.

[Dead Cruiser]

So, something I'm generally unclear on, are we pulling people from any point in European history? Are there limitations on this? I imagine cultural/language barriers are going to be hand-waved to at least some degree, right?

[MegaOscarPwn]

@Poet Oh, my bad...but nah, he's alone for now.

[Fetzen]

Here's my humble application. I hope it's not as bad as I am always afraid of.

Oddur Olafsson

_{O D D U R O L A F S S O N}

Oddur was born 1483 in Reykjavík, Iceland. At that point in time the settlement was hardly more than yet another small alotment of peasants and fishermen as it was a common sight in the sparsely populated area. While climatic conditions and volcanic activity are special properties of this part of the world that certainly have made their respective contributions, it primarily have been men's own folly and political struggle between his own people, Denmark, Norway and England that have made life more difficult than might have been necessary. At least the last swiping move of the black plague had been a few decades before his time.

With Europe craving for alternative sources of food, the young man did what many of his country's people did and started exploiting the abundant and ubiquitous maritime resources around the island. Fish was the thing at that time and the steady presence on boats and ships has taught him respect for nature as well as made him strong. His parents always cared as much for him as they could, allowing his body to thrive and grow up to an impressively large man. Despite all the constraints things could have been significantly worse: Absolutistic and foreign monarchs who'd care about nothing else than themselves and their own country while pressing their 'colonies' as hard as they can ? Strangers coming from the deep south and reintroducing the element of war and violence into this remote place ? Those two would have come much later if it had not been for the end of the world as he had known it.

Originally Oddur had hatched the idea of emigrating towards Europe. Italy, France, Spain -- those were the countries where true progress was made. Iceland was no good place for someone who was a fisherman to make a living but who was asking for science in order to have a life. Well... one can say that he ultimately has managed to leave his homeland. The sole problem is that neither he nor everything around him are what they used to be.




Sometimes the sea can be very rough. Sometimes an unanticipated wave, an ill-prepared crew, a rotten vessel or a lack in skill can cause an accident. Some accidents result in loss of life, but one resulting in loss of comradeship is something rare. Still it was exactly what happened to Oddur. One day he was out on the sea with his near life-long friend, Sigtýr, and another crewmember. His friend was tossed overboard with the other man standing nearby. They both tried to rescue him, but the stream of water rammed his skull against the solid hull and ultimately his body disappeared somewhere beneath the large boat.

Could the other man have reacted faster and gained a hold of Sigtýr ? Could he maybe have given the advice to avoid going that particular, narrow and dangerous way in that unsteady situation ? Within minutes questions invaded Oddur's mind accompanied by anger about what he deemed to be pure incompetence. An argument unfolded in the midst of the severe rain and Oddur virtually shouted himself into rage. It came what had to come: That iron hook had just been resting so comfortably near him, but metal can turn a hit that only would have hurt very hard into a bone-breaking experience. By bad luck, the other man's heart was impaled by a broken rib.

Oddur has never told anyone. He claimed that both men had been taken by the sea and noone ever became suspicious. Only his conscience has been suffering since then, but still he doesn't talk openly about this outbreak of wrath.

• The abscence of war in his former life has not exactly helped in molding his mind into a host of combat skills. What he can physically do with his sword he has learned after the beginning of the purgatory -- and it certainly isn't much.
• He's a damn big fellow. Impressively tall and muscled, but also with lots of food and drinking having left a thin, but soft layer around his waistline he's neither the fastest nor the most agile.
• The sun is something he doesn't like. Not that much of a problem in regions as high in the north as iceland, but his albino skin still has a massive tendency to itch and burn even if the exposure is rather short. It causes distraction and induces pain. Also his eyesight might be impaired in such situations.
• Born in 1483 he pratically was taken out of his original life at an age of 19. Oddur still looks halfway like a boy in his late youth. He can't boast with a lot of social experience, is easily distracted by his own natural curiosity and still doesn't know much about the world outside of Iceland.

• Him not being skilled with a sword, halberd or bow doesn't mean that he's defenseless or has no bite. It seems as if fate -- in its own, strange way -- has granted him an amount of knowledge he has desired and that allows him to go beyond the physical domain. He could tell a lot of evil creatures how to improve in the occult and, given the material, he could make much more out of his equipment than just solid pieces of metal. He has already done so with his sword which he primarily doesn't use to try and make a stand in close quarters, but as a means of channeling power and releasing destructive energy of different kinds against the foes the world provides in such an abundance.
• It definitely isn't a match for a decent weapon and the knowledge how to use it, however with his size he is quite a bit of a beast himself. Better try to fist your enemy or run over him than just standing there and doing nothing. Not always your comrades are readily available to help you out of an unexpected situation. Also if something needs to be lifted or chopped out of the way one could ask him to do it.

• Violence: 7 (+1 for being male)
• Fortitude: 4
• Soul: 10
• Passion: 1
• Perception: 3
• Command: 0

[Grif of Hearts]

Goodness this chat speeds by quick, and characters have come flooding in. Apologies for the delay on my own character, but progress is steady and I'm still here! Loving a lot of the characters so far, and very interested to see them played!

[MegaOscarPwn]

Fernando is best Spic.

He's a loverboi from the 16th century.

LOOK AT THAT JAWLINE.

[Torack]

Lowkey reminds me of a young Ezio

[VeridianSeeker]

@poet Do you still have room?

[TsarDev]

Nikolaus Hausle

_{N I K O L A U S H A U S L E}

Nikolaus was born within the city of Vienna in 1459. His parents moved out to the forested highlands of the Vienna Woods when he was just a toddler, barely learning how to walk at the time. Being raised within the Northeastern Foothills, he learned how to hunt and fish at a young age. He learned skills needed to live within the forests such as archery, skinning, how to hide within the forest, and tracking his prey amongst other things. At his mid-teens, there was a hunting accident that costed his father's life, and severely injured his left knee.

Crawling and limping on his back to the home, he would eventually reach his destination and come home to his mother. With Nikolaus, was his father's corpse whom he had dragged back with a sled. They set out for a nearby town where they had got care for his injuries from a local physician. Though, the care was only enough to treat it temporarily and to numb the pain with poppy seed. It eventually came to where they had to set out to Vienna once more, where he had fallen into bad habits within the next decades of his lives and his mother passed from illness; while he succumbed to addiction, he eventually killed for it, and had to yet again leave the city to the nearby forests.

Yet, out in those forests... he had his fate with steel and blood, falling into the snow. The white around him slowly turned into the crimson mirror, a reflection of a broken huntsman staring back at him when his crystal blue eyes gazed into the red. He drew his last breath, only to eventually reawaken into the purgatory and hell that had fallen upon the world.



Nikolaus found that his addiction and want was great for the 'Milk of The Poppy', practically lusting for it. That lust and gluttony with the substance, would lead to his eventual wrath. Anger. Not only did he kill in order to get more of the opium. But he also killed those who held it out of anger, for creating and causing him to have such a need. For making him 'weak'.

• Past addiction to Opium and can easily fall back into the habit. Temptation.
• Scarred appearance. (Half of his body is burned, creating a rather grotesque and deformed sight. Disgusted, untrusting, and negative reactions from others are quite normal for him.)
• Injured knee. (Caused by the hunting accident that costed his father's life, he has had to adapt due to the mauling of his knee. It limits his maneuvering and speed, such as mantling or sprinting. It is also a rather weak spot for him, taking a hit or two in the knee can severely injure Nikloaus.)
• Past of violence haunts his dreams and waking nightmatres. (He essentially daydreams and has episodes, seeing those who from his past haunting him, and it seems all so very real. Vivid even. To the point where he can't separate nightmare from reality and often not, it will detach him from reality. If a guard from the nightmare stabs him or something similar, he will FEEL it happen, and sometimes his body will have a reaction. Shock of sort, due to his mind not being able to separate reality and fiction.)

• Skilled knowledge in ranged and small arm melee weaponry. (Bows, longbows, and crossbows would account for his knowledge in ranged weaponry. Smaller blades such as swords and daggers account for the melee weaponry. Sometimes the occassional hatchet but most of his skill relies on the ranged.)
• Talented tracker and hunter. (If it leaves a physical mark, print, blood, et cetera--he can track it. He grew up learning how to track and find prey in the woods, along with anyone who may have gotten lost. Most of his skill is in tracking animals, but realistically, it can probably be applied to anything that leaves that physical mark.)

Distribute 25 points. Maximum of a Virtue is 10. All Virtues begin at 0.

• Violence: 5 (+1 from Male)
• Fortitude: 6
• Soul: 3
• Passion: 1
• Perception: 10
• Command: 3

I edited the answers of your questions into the character sheet included in this post! As for the edited version of the picture, I would love it! If there's any more changes or questions needed just let me know. @Poet

[Ashen One]

Fernando is best Spic.

He's a loverboi from the 16th century.

LOOK AT THAT JAWLINE.

@MegaOscarPwn

SO CHISELED

[Poet]

@Dusty


@Dead Cruiser
I will not nitpick about accuracy in these matters, considering what's happening in the story. A European from the medieval era is a good enough reference point. As I discussed with @Terminal earlier, or as he suggested, time and space becomes a little distorted in purgatory, and there is the possibility that souls are reborn in different instances. If people want to work together in a place such as this, culture becomes less relevant and the language has to be a common one.

@FetzenI'll have a look and get back to you.

@VeridianSeekerAlways.

@TsarDev
Great. Just remove this line: "Distribute 25 points. Maximum of a Virtue is 10. All Virtues begin at 0."
And you've got 28 points a this time, so just remove 3 from anywhere and you're good to go.

Also, check the character sheet in the first OOC post. The links there for the headers should be fixed. Just remove the punctuation from the [img.] tags to make them work.

Post it up in the character tab after these changes.

[VeridianSeeker]

Thank you, I already have a solid idea of what to do for a character. I looked over all the character sheets and decided what would best suit the group, what do we not have a lot of. I don't want to overlap other peoples departments too much.

[Poet]

Update
Two items that I am yet to add to the OOC: details about rituals (magic) and 'painted worlds', shall we call them. Once those are ready, I'll give everyone time to decide if they want to make changes to their characters, and then we're all set to begin.

[VeridianSeeker]

Update
Two items that I am yet to add to the OOC: details about rituals (magic) and 'painted worlds', shall we call them. Once those are ready, I'll give everyone time to decide if they want to make changes to their characters, and then we're all set to begin.

@Poet

Looking forward to it.

[MegaOscarPwn]

I just realized that, we have no Jacks of all Trades in the "group": everyone is specialized in something, may that be Passion, Soul or whatever other thing they're good at.

I'm liking that.

:^)

[VeridianSeeker]

I just realized that, we have no Jacks of all Trades in the "group": everyone is specialized in something, may that be Passion, Soul or whatever other thing they're good at.

I'm liking that.

:^)

@MegaOscarPwn

I noticed that too. Good stuff.