[CHAR] The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

[Thinslayer]

Character Sheet
* Name: Feel free to use anything from modern names to fantastical ones. Jessica Turner is just as valid a name as Unghys Npheria.
* Picture: Verbal descriptions just don't cut it for me unless they're memorable. Pictures spur my imagination much better.
* Data: Species (if not human), birthdate (mm/dd/yyyy, standard Roman calendar), height, weight, eye color, hair color, skin color (if not the default medium-dark)
* Blurb: Introduce your character to us and tell us what makes them interesting. Advertise them. Do NOT tell us their whole personality or biography - that should be revealed in-story for best impact. Short and sweet is the rule here.

And that's it! I don't care if you develop skills and abilities on the spot, or if you happen to be carrying something useful that you didn't know you had. This isn't D&D. We're making a story here, so go wild and have fun!

Feel free to create NPCs at your pleasure, so long as they don't usurp your player-character. If you think they might take over your interest, post their character sheets here.

For reference, the current date is January 1st, 3200 A.D.

[Thinslayer]

NPC: Winter Valentine

• Birthdate: 02/14/2450 (making her 750 years old at the time of this RP)
• Height: 6'4"
• Weight: Athletic
• Eyes: Gold
• Hair: White
• Skin: Dark brown
• Blurb: This is the Immortal ruling our world of Aion. She has worked tirelessly over the centures to cultivate the human race through its many trials and tribulations, bringing her vision of peace and harmony to as many lives as possible. While many leaders throughout history disagreed with her on numerous issues, they all respect her authority, partly because of her kindness and wisdom, but mostly because of the overwhelming power contained within her ancient weapons. In this world, power is everything, and she knows all too well (to her dismay) that only with great power can she enforce her vision on the nations. With the appearance of magic, her authority is threatened for the very first time, and controlling it has prioritized her attention.
  
  You, the players, shall be her eyes and ears on the field.

[Thinslayer]

NPC: Aaron Jaxter

• Birthdate: 03/04/3170
• Height: 5'9"
• Weight: Bulky
• Eyes: Brown
• Hair: Black
• Skin: Brown
• Blurb: This is the primary antagonist, the huntsman tasked with capturing you and bringing you to his master. He is a lean, mean, killing machine, and capturing people alive isn't his forte, but he will still try with every fiber of his being. He is an honorable man, which may give you the impression he can be converted to your side, but that same honorable nature means that his loyalties are not easily swayed. For the foreseeable future, he will be a royal pain in your side.

[Thinslayer]

NPC: Lynn Melbourne

• Birthdate: 08/24/3179
• Height: 5'7"
• Weight: Lean, healthy
• Eyes: Brown
• Hair: Dark brown
• Skin: Brown
• Blurb: When magic appeared in the village of Baykin, most of the residents used it to bolster their reputation and increase their wealth. The noble Melbourne family protecting the village, however, offered up their home as a training ground where new wizards could safely practice their magic and securely store any findings they documented. They had acquired quite a library of spells by the time Lynn inherited the family estate with the passing of her father, and at once she became one of the most eligible maidens on Aion. Lynn herself is young, sexy, and intelligent for her age, and though she loudly complains about all the suitors lining up at her doorstep, she secretly enjoys the attention. When she's not turning down starry-eyed bachelors, she's cataloguing spells and learning as much magic as she can get her hands on. Her dream is to start up a school of magic when the influx of new spells slows down.
  
  Player characters may choose to leave their finished tomes at the Melbourne home, instead of bringing them back to Lady Valentine at Midhaven, if they so wish.

[ReusableSword]

Nkosi Naswaru

- Name: Nkosi Naswaru

Portrait

- birthdate > 5/23/3172
- height > 6'3"
- weight > 215 Lbs.
- eye color > Green
- hair color > Black
- skin color > Tan/Light Brown
- Blurb: Hailing from the Waru Forests, a secluded temperate rain forest surrounded by tall mountains. The Waru tribe that calls the forest home is small, secluded, and secretive. With only a few hundred thousand members spread out in enclaves throughout the large forest. Their technology level isn't all that high, they focus more on the natural way of things and worship a being they call the mother. Not to be confused with the immortal, she is viewed as the mothers herald.

However, this is not about the Waru Tribe. This is about one of their eager more adventurous and strong members. A hunter named Nkosi Naswaru. The young man has always been outgoing, seeking to better understand and use their connection to the mother. He travels now, further than he has ever been before. To seek out the source of mana that calls to him and strengthen his connection with the mother.

[Nightknight]

Name: Liliana Rosenveldt

Nickname: The Angel of Death

Picture:

Liliana Rosenveldt

With Plague Doctor gear

Birthdate: April 4th, 3156 (Looks younger due to life prolonging magic)

Height: 5’4

Weight: Lean

Eye Color: Dark Blue

Hair Color: Black

Skin Color: Pale White (Due to a combination of self-experimentation and necrotic magic)

Blurb:

“The material universe is ephemeral, fleeting and fragile like a butterfly. Kingdoms fall, mountains erode to dust and sand, oceans evaporate and are vectored to the heavens. Even the radiant stars themselves, their brilliant flames will flicker until they fade into the shadow. It is in that shadow that the wills of gods and men dance, and THAT is eternal!”

Liliana Rosenveldt, Plague Doctor of the Necropolis of Stone

The black wind howls, carrying with it pestilence and the promise of a slow, agonizing demise. A man lays bedridden in his home, his energy drained, his mind racked in the throes of fear and dread, for he has seen many dear family and friends succumb to the disease. As he lay there, wheezing breath from crushing lungs, his eyes dimming and his mind numb and delerius, he heard his front door creak open. The room started to fill with the smell of incense and the rhythmic sound of chanting, as a masked figure carrying a shovel on their back entered the room swinging a pot from a chain. The man was sure that the grim reaper herself had come for him, her elongated mask resembling the carrion that feasted on the dead, and he was sure that was the fate that awaited him.

The mysterious woman laid a mixing bowl on the nightstand by the ailing man, then proceeded to crush herbs into it with a pommel until they were not but powder, and poured them into a vial of blue liquid. After shaking the vial the liquid turned the green of grass, and the masked figure poured it down the man’s throat, allowing her to do so as he resigns to his fate. She then laid her hand upon his chest as the man felt a gentle warmth flowing into his chest. The black robed woman picked up her pot and left without saying a word. In a matter of moments the man could feel his energy returning and much of his pain floating away.

With what little strength he could muster he sprung onto his feet and sprinted towards the outside, eager to thank the one who saved his life. He would soon come to regret his decision to leave his house. “Wait! Please wait!” He cried as he scrambled for the door. “Don’t leave before I have the chance to thank you for saving my-“ the man’s eyes widened in shock and horror as he left his front door. A few dozen yards away from him at the entrance to the forest stood four shambling masses of putrid, rotting flesh, their vacant eye sockets staring deep into his soul. They moved with a disturbing uncanniness, as if in foul mimicry of life. The Plague doctor walked between them, the twisted humans hunching their backs in recognition of their master. The man fell backward, frozen in fear as he saw the woman who could save and end his life on a whim step leisurely into the forest. “W-what are you?” he whispered in hushed breath. The lady in black turned her head, solely to acknowledge his presence, then walked into the shadows of the night, her grim servants dragging closely behind.

[Thinslayer]

NPC: The Holy Mother, Vali Melethainiel

• Birthdate: 12/25/2465
• Height: 6'3"
• Weight: Slim
• Eye Color: Blue
• Hair Color: Golden blonde
• Skin Color: Unpigmented/white

Blurb:
Yes, the Holy Mother is an actual person. She is Immortal(?), radiantly beautiful, and a prolific author of religious works for her zealous followers to gobble up. She is known to possess immense (though not limitless) power, which she uses judiciously to sway unbelievers to her cause. When magic suddenly appeared in the world, sightings of the Holy Mother ended, and rumors began to spread that she had "come down from heaven" in the likeness of a pointy-eared woman to "guide her people through these turbulent times."

It's more likely, though, that just she came to learn the secrets of magic like everyone else.

Religious Notes

Whoever wishes the Holy Mother to hear them must possess a Relic of the Goddess. Relics are produced at the Holy Temple in Estergard (or Easthaven, situated at the east coast of the continent), and they are said to possess a direct connection to the Holy Mother's heart. The larger the relic, the better the chance your prayer will be heard. Relics possessing the likeness of the Mother are the best ones (and thus the priciest), and legend has it that she responds reliably and quickly when prayers are uttered to these relics.

Few have seen the Holy Mother herself, but meeting her is a requirement to join the priesthood. A priest must carry a relic of some sort, preferably a portable one, and be ready at any time to respond should the Mother give him a "Sign." A Sign is usually a distinct written or verbal message, issued in any creative way ranging from graffiti to a statement from a passer-by, requiring the priest to take some sort of action, hopefully resulting in an answered prayer.

Priests who manage to pull back the curtain to see how the Holy Mother answers prayers usually disappear under mysterious circumstances.

[Lucius Cypher]

Name: Goro “Apple”
Appearance:

Species: Orc
Origins: Ulayh
Skintone: Olive
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Notable Features: Missing Left Hand from mid-forelimb down. Currently replaced with a hook-hand.
Other Information: A former fisherman from the town of Ulayh. A prosperous but violent costal orc town. The oldest male member of his family after his father was killed during his one as a raider. Lost his hand during a violent storm. Had since then chosen to leave home to discover more about the sudden appearance of magic. Tough but swift. Swings a mean club. An excellent swimmer even without a hand. Has a sharp eye and a keen ear. Goggles are a momento from his father: they help him see things underwater as well as protect his eyes from glaring bright light.

[TheForgottenArc]

Alphonse Loescher AKA Warden

Name:
Alphonse Loescher
Nickname:
Warden
Age:
19
* Picture:
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Data:
Human (Male)
Born: Sextilis 4
height:
6'0
weight:
145 Pounds (without armor), 185 Pounds (with armor)
eye color:
Blue
hair color:
Brown
skin color:
White

Blurb:
An honorable man, Alphonse is well spoken and mannered. He is composed in battle relying on his sword more than magic, but, he is prone to losing his temper and being reckless when in danger, or when his friends are threatened.

Alphonse, hailing from a tribe known as Ashfield a tribe with medieval roots, started combat training when he was 12, being accepted into the guard of his home, He quickly advanced in rank among the guard, until he was accepted into the elite, known as 'The Wolves'. The Wolves taught him how to effectively use two weapons, The Longsword and The Pike. While though he prefers the pike for its range, and because he dedicated most of his training to the use of that particular weapon, he has taken to the longsword due to it being more easily carried.

Shortly after his final bit of training concluded, it seemed as though the earth cracked, destroying most of his village. The Wolves sent out Alphonse to find the source of what they would call 'The Break', arming him with armor and a longsword, The Rogan Blade.

Before his left, as tradition would have it, he gained the name 'Warden'.

Equipment:
Chest- A thin, Fragile copper with blackened leather underneath, A copper plate on the left side of his chest, with an eagle etched onto it.
Arms/Hands-Thin copper Gauntlets with black leather arms.
Shoulders- Layered Black Leather, with reinforced steel underneath (To give extra swinging power when using his sword.)
Legs: Copper armor down his legs except on his knee, his knee has black leather, to keep him more mobile than the average knight.
Feet: Basic copper boots
Sword:
Basic Longsword and a holster for the sword draped over the back of his armor.

[Norschtalen]

Name: Catarina La'Spada

Picture:


Species: Human
Birthdate: 2/29
Height: 6'4
Weight: 130 lbs
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Black

Blurb: A young female knight from the lands of Sieglinde, a kingdom notable for being ruled by a high queen and having a formidable order of female knights known as the Knights of Thorns. Catarina is the eldest daughter of the Queen's Shield, the strongest knight who is honor-bound to protect royalty. Despite this, Catarina has never really been allowed to do battle or even adventure out from her lands without an escort, and generally kept at home or attending courtly duties such as banquets or tournaments. While a skilled and trained fighter, Catarina longs for the chance to actually make use of her skills, not wanting to merely be an ornamental thing to be married off and maintaining an alliances for the sake of the kingdom. When magic started to surge throughout the world, Catarina jumped at the chance to investigate on behalf of the kingdom before her own parents realized what was going on.

Though she's never been in war, Catarina has fought in tournaments before against highly skilled knights and warriors from all around, giving her quite a bit of experience in combat. She prefers two-handed swords in combat, attacking with a startling amount of speed for longswords. She's also a decent archer and rider, and in fact quite good at horse archery. She's also educated in many different languages and well read, though she prefers fantasy and fiction over old history. She also has a secret hobby of making toys and dolls. While not exactly shameful for a noble woman, Catarina desperately keeps this a secret as she tries to be a knight first, and a girl a distant second.

Additionally Catarina is actually being courted by quite a few young men, but none have really caught her attention. They promise everything from a peaceful life, unimaginable wealth, and even the chance of epic adventures, but Catarina could see through their lies easily. Though she portrays herself as a boisterous and battle-hungry knight, she actually is quite perspective about the politics of court and clandestine dealings in the shadow. Thus she dislikes people who have ulterior motives, regardless of how well-intentioned they are, and prefers those who are more honest and straightforward. Also has a low tolerance for children. While innocent and naive, in her experience those same qualities can make children cruel and foolish. She's quick to discipline them and shows little to no sympathy for them.