[OOC] Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

[Jojo]

Hey guys I'm at work right now so I wont be able to read anything in great detail. When I get home I'll give everything a proper look. If you need me @ me in the discord, and I'll see that notification

[Winter Star12]

Hey look a character without an image!

running it through here before putting it into the character tab.

Name: Winter Dennis

Species: Leveret

Gender: female

Age: 16

Birthplace: Moonfall

Current Location: Wanderneir

Physical Description: At 4 foot exactly she tends to be a swift and agile one who tends to keep herself hidden from others. Her grey ears and coat honestly looks a bit bizarre with the fact her hair is short and black. Her silvery eyes always tend to reflect both sunlight and moonlight yet she tends to come out at moonlight as her eyes are a bit sensitive to sunlight. She wears loose fitting clothes that keep her cool.

Mental Description: She can be a bit mentally unstable when certain subjects are mentioned to her such as death despite the fact she will occasionally murder. She tends to be shy and quiet unless someone says something rude about her. She only really murders when she needs to or someone attacks first and she tends to have a surprising amount of mental breakdowns when out in public.

Background Information (Optional): Her parents died when she was 12 and she still hasn't gotten over it.

[Jojo]

@Rune_Alchemist is approved. Nice work using my custom race, remember you can come to me with any questions about them.

[Lumiere]

Construct Kaite of Ispar

Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite')

Race

Magical Construct (Ceramisteel golem)

The pride of craftsman and coffer alike, art given life to serve. Such as a golem is, they are wholly/mostly constructed of a single material. 'Ceramisteel' is the name of a process where in an enchanted compound is infused into porcelain to grant it near metal-like properties (Listed below in 'Abilities' ). Due to the need of pure components of a rare nature to assemble the core from, the commissioning of capable artificers to craft the porcelain default and magitechnicians to bind the essence of a soulgem to the core, instances of this variety of golem are uncommon. Money often being an issue.

Typically, a golem follows orders to the will of the master who commands it. However, vague orders will often be met with improvisation based on previous commands. Such an order prior to the death of a master has been observed to cause a golem to tirelessly perform a task without end before defaulting to common constants.
Posed with a vague demand such as 'avenge me' from a dying master, the web of possibilities spread out so much so that the construct's decision making processes mimic sentience in pursuit of the goal. With the task complete, what is there left to do but return home?

Gender
N/A (Male Pronouns)

Age
Appears 18ish

Origin

Ispar

A temperate region far to the south known for its long, mild summers and short but intense winters. These winters are otherwise dire times as the valleys often flood to the point where boats have mapped out routes through most of the country. Resident typically enjoy safety from atop and along the ridges of peaking valleys. Due to the divide between communities, interior alliances are often formed between city-spires, though rogue sections are difficult to keep tabs on. The province of 'Iillaose' within Ispar's reaches is often seen as the capitol due to the collected research efforts of 'The Crown'. The name mostly comes from the landmass which consists of a ring of seven peaks close enough that three have even managed to build a city along the ridge and outer wall between them. 'The Hand' as it's called, serves as the main hive dry dock for conventional airship travel as well as the central cultural and intellectual hub.

Elves and Dwarves once ruled over this region, though war ground the region into a desolate flatland save for the crown which erupted during this time. Venting mana into the region, from the bones of the old spires grew a vast forest home to life, misshapen from the turmoil which engulfed the land.
Ruins of dwarven workshops and elven labs dot the region, though the fauna has grown powerfully savage from the secrets that seep out of the carcass of ancient aristocracy.

Current Location
Wanderneir outskirts

Appearance

A doll standing at 5ft, flat-heeled knee-high boots bump this up to 5'2. Typically clad in his old servant's attire (at least in the start of the thread), under it he wears what would equate to a black leather form-fitting tanktop with flexible layered scales reinforcing the chest and abdomen. A pair of matching bracers fixed to arm guards are kept under the sleeves of their servant's attire, custom made and designed to inconspicuously protect without giving the impression of the apparently meek servant actually being an armed guard.
The trend continues with greaves and cuisses of the set lacking poleyn for flexibility, all belted to the legs over mid-thigh socks fixed with garters running up snug, fitted and broad-belted leather short-shorts.
Great care was taken to detail the doll's androgynously lithe design; resources and funding must not have been an object in procuring and tailoring the quality material to protect the owner's investment, light of armor as it is.

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Qualities

Skills
The Late Lord's Servant - Typical subroutines like cooking and playing instruments such as violins or pianos. Hundreds of recipes have been etched into Kaite's mind including a few foreign delicacies. However, these techniques are performed best with the proper tools and ingredients as Kaite will seldom deviate from the text. As such, these skills are nearly useless on the road.
Simple tasks like mending weathered or damaged attire come with ease due to machine precision in repetitive tasks. This would extend to crocheting, though his first attempt was a scarf nearly twenty feet long before being stopped when the matron of the house returned from having left the room for 'just a moment'.

The Late Lord's Guard Dog - Kaite was first trained in anatomy and first aid, to save lives and tend to the ailing of injury or illness (unable to contract biological diseases of obvious reasons). Next, the Duke's clever pet was taught how to end lives, and how to most efficiently go about it...and what the command was to be 'inefficient'. Such as it is, Kaite is skilled with light blades such as rapiers as well as an understanding of guns. He isn't the most practiced in 'guns' as they tend to be loud and messy...and he's the one who has to clean up the mess.

Armaments
"Samsara" Ceramisteel Frame - Compact and durable, damage to the material will eventually heal with chunks broken off from the core slowly dissipating into mundane sand while voids fill. The process can be expedited by collecting and piecing the damage back together, though this is a tedious process that only Kaite truly knows the solution to. Regardless, it makes the difference between regrowing an arm and fusing a crack. Due to the composition of Kaite's frame, most piercing and mild slash attacks are negligible in threat, while heavy impact, especially blunt, can be devastating.

"Liminality" Hextech Heart (Core System) - A binding of precious metals and soul gem sections, the vaguely heart-shaped object anomalously beats in Kaite's chest. The lone psuedo-organ processes all thought and grants the ceramisteel frame locomotion. The heart links to leylines and absorbs ambient essence from the environment to feed itself and power subsystems. The heart can shield itself from a limited amount of damage, but damage is critical in any instance. While the qualities of the frame carry over onto the core, cognitive processes are a delicate thing that required decades to hone, and heals much slower...if at all.

"Olos" Arcana Cannon (Combat Subsystems) - An allowance of energy collected by Kaite's heart is transferred into his left arm over time such that it is always charging if possible. The design is grossly inefficient such that it expels a nearly a full charge in as many as three powerful bursts of immolating force with a max reach of 5m. Each caseless shot fires in a spike-shaped emission from the palm, resulting in a concussive vacuum around the point of origin. Shot power is gauged with inhibitors aware of Kaite's structural integrity to prevent the unit from possibly blowing its own arm off with the force of firing off all shots simultaneously or in rapid succession.

Mental Description
Kaite was built and trained to be polite and eloquent to the letter, though unwisely prompted to function on logic and read organics for cues, ideally to take initiative. This has led to him being a bit poor at dealing with romantics, though patient with ranting outbursts that he'd bore witness to a fair share of. However, there is no telling how much he 'took to heart' in a number of instances over the years of serving the family when confronted about his machine-like nature. Because of the changing tastes of the Sinclair lineage, Kaite has grown proficient in feinting emotions, preferences and even dispositions for the sake of pretending to be more human. The recent decades have instilled an almost sultry string, learning to be subtly manipulative mostly in the way of discouraging radical action or even reasoning. Still, words alone do not slay trespassers, and only sentient souls feel remorse for their actions or hesitate on orders conflicting with common morals. At the very least, most would not do so with a hauntingly pleasant smile.
Kaite is highly inexperienced with the outside world and how people work without direction. At the very least, he endeavors to be adaptive and accommodating.
Years of decommissioned entombment while rebuilding themselves has caused a number of errors to crop up and Kaite can occasionally behave in unstable manners.

Background Information
Kaite was commissioned by the Sinclair family roughly one hundred years before the war as a display of wealth and influence. This thankfully resulted in a well spent investment which would go on to save the duchess from a gang of malcontents, later that same week while returning from a political arraignment. Through the years, Kaite served as everything from an advisor to a surrogate mother figure to an executioner. This life spent adapting to the twists and turns of expected unquestioning obedience was not often the easiest, but it was still life and it was genuinely worth it to serve.
{Content Corrupted}
-the swamp, and the silence that followed thereafter reinforced the notion that their loss was inconsequential at best. The dull lights of the local civilization in the distance called to Kaite's curiosity and it seemed like as good of a place as any to get his bearings and potentially secure more efficient travel.

[Sophrus]

@Jojo Hero dude to pal around with everyone else!
what do you think?

Hider

Name: Darius Shatterstone

Species: Dwarf



Gender: Male

Age: 78

Birthplace: Karak Hold

Current Location: Wanderneir

Physical Description:
Darius is fairly normal for his race, standing at just over 4ft tall but broad and muscular. However he is remarkable due to one bright and intelligent eye that is contrasted by one that is clouded and blind. He carries a heavy sledge covered in Dwarven runes and is clad in light armor. While fairly muscular he does not have the bearing of a soldier but rather a skilled artisan. This is made apparent by the Dwarven Defender golem and the small team (5) of Hextech (Magitech) servants that follow him around, beond which he carries bandoliers filled with grenades and alchemical vials.

Golems

The Defender Golem is somewhat large, standing at about 6ft and somewhat broader than a man it is intimidating to all but the bulkiest of the human race. The Servants however are only about 3 ft tall and essentially useless in battle due to their fairly light frames and lack of armor. they are quite useful in their role of worker drone to do the unskilled work for a craftsman.

Mental Description:
Darius is not a young dwarf any longer and thinks as such. He knows that he is a well skilled Hexsmith and will happily argue with any other artisan in ways only a dwarf craftsman can. Some believe an old dwarf is set in their ways and are immovable as the mountains the hail from, and those people would often be right, but Darius is sharp and does not cling to traditions like many of his clansmen. He is as grumpy and and prone to grumbling as any other dwarf.

Background Information (Optional):
Darius was born and raised in Karak Hold trained as a Hexsmith and dabbling in Alchemy. His clan, the Warsmiths, was one of the few dwarven clans who could still make the mighty war golems of the great war Darius learned to manufacture the magically enchanted machines whiole living in fear another great war would arise. The most deadly and terrible war machines had been purged from the archives before Darius' time so never learned how to construct the colossal death machines that slaughtered millions in the great war.

The dwarf toiled in the forges for many years, thousands of Dwarven Defenders bearing his makers mark, before he grew tired of his paranoid clan preparing for a war that should never come to pass. He left the clan to explore the world in his older years. This however angered his clan and stripped him of his name leaving him as a Shatterstone or one of the lowest miners in dwarven society. Darius cared little, using his skill and experience he managed to trade for the materials and build what he needed and set out into the world with little knowledge of what adventures would find him.

[Rune_Alchemist]

@Jojo

Hmm, I do have a few things I wanna ask about the bunnies but it's a bit late where I am and I need to sleep, so I'll ask tomorrow when I get my first post up.

[Jojo]

Another solid character @Sophrus, he's approved too! Dwarves are always good fun.

[Jojo]

@Rune_Alchemist talk to me anytime lol

[Jojo]

@Lumiere approved! But you already knew that.

[Lumiere]

@Jojo
Nice. I just like being official about it. ^^;

Have to sleeps as well.
Its a busy weekend, but I'll endeavor to work on a post. >_<

[Sophrus]

Ok! Sorry for the delay. had a lot to put together lol

[Jojo]

@Sophrus Hah that was a great joy to read. You've got ye ol' dwarven lingo down pat.

[Eisenhorn]

Getting my fellow moved over to the character tab, I'll try and have a post up sometime today.

[Rune_Alchemist]

And a post from me finally. Miren quietly watches ya'll from the shadows.

Decided that I don't really have any super important questions too relevant at the moment.

[Jojo]

So many people out after curfew! Haha.

[Lumiere]

It could have been longer but I have work to go to. <_>
- Seemed like a decent enough spot to leave off, all things considered.

[Jojo]

Haha yeah, at least Cider might have someone to mess around with soon

[Jojo]

Just to be clear with you guys I am in no way forcing any of your characters into any action by having Arlo ask Darius to escort people home/to an inn.

[Eisenhorn]

As a heads up, I'll be posting outside of Wanderneire, add to some of the shenanigans potentially brewing out there.

[AtomicNut]

(I couldn't find a good picture, sorry)

Name:Sir Kay Starling AKA Sir Kay of Stony Cross AKA The Gallant Knight

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age:28

Birthplace: Stony Cross, a walled town with a keep near Leveret territory.

Current Location:TBD (Probably Swamps of Wanderneir, because the city is getting a little crowded).

Physical Description:Sir Kay is athletic and tall, with a warrior's build and standing at a bit more than 6'4", thus giving him an imposing presence when clad in armour from head to toe. He rarely ventures without it, as underneath the clothes, his entire body is a map of scars from head to toe. Burns, cuts, bites, arrows. His face is affected too, having a nasty burnt scar in the right side of the neck and cheek, covered in pale, pink wrinkled flesh. He has black hair which he keeps cut short and a reassuring calm stare with hazel eyes. He also has a significant tan due to his outdoor lifestyle.

His equipment sets sir Kay apart from most wandering knights, and most knights at all. He is one of the few lucky (or unlucky ones) to have come to possess a dragon scale armour, which in itself is no small feat. (Dragon-scale is a rare material, and armours usually are tailored to the person, so he either was incredibly lucky or incredibly skilled to take out a dragon on his own). His sword is also a treasure on his own, a precious relic from a forgotten age cast in star metal, and with runic enchantments etched on it. His lance and shield are however, more mundane, albeit they're also rather high quality equipment. The shield was crafted by dwarven metal smiths and the lance is made of ironwood, which is slightly heavier than normal but also more durable. His bow is otherwise non-descript, as he considers the weapon a bit un-knightly.

He rides an old chestnut mare, whom he is incredibly attached to. He even calls her Betta. Even if the steed is evidently old and no longer at her prime, she seems to have a keen disposition and a certain cunning (for a horse), and is every bit as battle-hardy as her owner.

Mental Description: Kay is a two-faced individual. On the surface, he seems to have no small mean streak and he is brash, despondent and dismissive of most things, specially politics and society. He is usually gruff and it takes several attempts to establish conversation with him unless he is specially interested in something. Underneath the surface, it is clear he is sullen and disappointed with the world at large, and he tries to keep people at arm's length so that they don't learn the brave knight actually thinks the world is a complete latrine. However, when the situation calls for it, Kay is a pillar of bravery and a light in the darkness. He is nearly fearless when it comes to defending the weak. No foe is too tough. No challenge is too dire. Even if his body is cut, full of arrows and burnt, he keeps going as long as he draws breath, and innocents need to be protected.

Unlike most vassals of the Kingdom of Wanderneir, Kay is pragmatic when it comes to magic. It is a powerful tool. Nothing else. However, like all powerful tools it can be misused and care needs to be taken when giving certain individuals said knowledge. He himself has taken to heart to learn it, since his wandering knight ways has pitted him against ever-increasing dangerous foes, some of them couldn't be felled in normal ways. While far from being a full-fledged mage, he has a decent set of support magic skills, kitted to increase his durability in battle and dispelling foul arts. He also knows some offensive fire spell casting.

He is also more cultured than the average knight, seeing that knowing other languages and cultures can help when gathering information. Due to him being raised near Leveret territory, he has a decent insight on them.

Background Information (Optional):
Kay was born as the second son of Count Starling, Lord of Stony Cross. His highborn status and being second fiddle to the heir, his elder brother, sent him in the path of knighthood. If his brother was the ruling lord, he would be the town's sworn shield, and would strike at foes and defend the innocent. Kay was found out to have an excellent sword-arm and was an exemplary squire, being knighted fairly young much to his family's joy and pride.

Yet, for his exemplary attitude, Kay had certain... habits that didn't match with the average citizen. Stony Cross was part of the wars that spanned against the hare folk, the Leveret, and as such the town was incredibly xenophobic and magic-hating as a result. Kay did not revile them. From his point of view, the war had been long past, and the Leveret bleed red the same as him, so they weren't monsters or anything. Just somewhat different.

This would eventually prove to be his undoing.

When he was eighteen, he intervened in what seemed to be a diplomatic incident waiting to happen. A female Leveret trader had been accused of foul witchcraft, and was on the verge of being lynched. Kay stood up in her defense, for several reasons. They had no solid proof of foul practice, nor callously aggravating a neighbour trader would help to mend the rocky relationship with their folk. He had expected his brother to go in his defense. He did not. Secretly, his elder brother had been jealously because his own achievements paled in comparison to Kay's, and he used the situation to get rid of his little annoying brother.

Kay was left with no other option but to break the law to avoid shedding innocent blood. He helped the trader escape, and never set foot on Stony Cross again, deciding to become a wandering knight instead. It was his calling. No petty lords to please, no dirty politics. No backstabbing. Only him, monsters, and innocents to be saved. He kept doing this for a decade, his wounds and scars accumulating as well as his fame. However, his tales spread more among the neighbours of Wanderneir than inside the kingdom proper. Tales of travellers about a single gallant knight coming to their rescue without expecting any kind of reward. For this, he received boons such as his shield, his armour and his sword, which otherwise would be out of reach for someone with a more grounded lifestyle.

And then... news of the Kingdom's state reached his ears. Even if the politics of the kingdom had hurt him so badly, he decided to end his self imposed exile. Innocents were innocents after all.