[OOC] Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

[VitaVitaAR]

Adventurers.

The kind of people who venture into the most dangerous places, or go up against terrifying creatures. For profit, or for the thrill of it, whatever the reason there has always been adventurers forging their way through life with spells and blades and all other manners of weaponry and magic. But the life of an adventurer, while exciting, is also very dangerous. Not only that, but without any regulation, there were those who claimed to be adventurers accepting jobs from civilians and proceeding to never fulfill them, or worse, prey upon people who were in need of assistance by taking advantage of their desperation.

These reasons, and many more, were behind the creation of the Adventurer's Guild. Both for the purpose of assisting adventurers, allowing them to learn about various jobs suited to their experience level and locate partners efficiently, and assisting those in need of hiring adventurers. No longer was there any requirement to meet in a bar and hope that the other party was being honest. The adventurer's guild allows for missions to be posted in the guild hall where any adventurers have access to them, or for adventurers to be hired directly.

One of the largest guild halls is located in the city of Venne, capital of the country of Estival. Situated to the North of Ithillin, but far south of distant Barukstaed, Estival enjoys a pleasant climate, allowing for travel at most times of the year. As of now, it's a rather lovely summer.

And of course, business is always bustling for for the Adventurer's Guild. Whether it be low-ranking requests to deal with an infestation of particularly large rats, clearing a dungeon of powerful undead, or even slaying an orc chieftan, the Adventurer's Guild is always ready to supply those in need with those willing to work.

Of course, the adventurers themselves have all sorts of motivations for joining the guild. For the thrill, for the money, for the purpose of helping others, no two adventurers are alike. But they all stand together, as members of the Estival Adventurer’s Guild.

What’s your reason for joining?

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So, this is an RP centered around an Adventurer's Guild in the country of Estival! All kinds of people join the guild, and all sorts of jobs are made avaliable to them. From clearing dungeons, to fighting undead, even pest control, all are jobs offered at various levels for adventurers of all skill and experience levels.

Speaking of levels, the Estival Adventurer's Guild divides its members by experience level, separating them into ranks based on their experience level.

This means that an inexperienced member of the Guild may only accept jobs within their skill level, minimizing the danger until they become more experienced, in order to avoid their potential death.

Additionally, members of the guild are divided into four categories based on their abilities. These classifications allow for a quick understanding of what an adventurer's abilities are focused on, both by those who wish to hire an adventurer and adventurers who wish to form a party.

• Swords:: Adventurers who focus on direct combat. This usually indicates melee weapons, but users of ranged weapons or fists are also categorized as Swords. Those who utilize magic in conjunction with melee, too, are Swords. The main classification of a Sword Adventurer is a focus on direct fighting in some manner.
• Wands: Mages are categorized as Wands. This is for all who utilize magic as their primary weapon, of any sort. Those who use magic to supplement melee weaponry or fists are classified as Swords.
• Cups: Cups is the classification reserved for those who specialize in using divine blessings and other related spells for the purpose of supporting their comrades. While some classified under this category do utilize melee weapons, they are Cups due to a focus on healing and enhancement spells.
• Coins: Coin is reserved for those adventurers who focus on stealth, infiltration, and the disabling of traps. While they likely possess the ability to fight, their main focus is invariably on avoiding conflict, or eliminating enemies without being forced to fight them directly.

In addition to these classifications, there are twenty-two special ranks reserved for the most powerful adventurers in the Guild. These are...

The Magician
The High Priestess
The Empress
The Emperor
The Hierophant
The Lovers
The Chariot
Strength
The Hermit
Wheel of Fortune
Justice
The Hanged Man
Death
Temperance
The Devil
The Tower
The Star
The Moon
The Sun
Judgement
The World

The final rank is not an indication of power, but rather symbolizes one who is descended from the original founders of the Estival Adventurer's Guild. It is known as the Fool.

Finally, there are thirteen adventurer ranks, indicating what range of jobs an adventurer can accept. They range from One to Nine, and then Page, Knight, Queen, and finally King.

I'd like players to stay within a range of ranks four to six. I may accept one who is *at most* one rank above this limit, and I may also accept those below four if it is discussed with me beforehand.

Players will be forming a party of maximum seven adventurers. I do not intend for there to be more then seven players permitted in this RP, as more will make the dungeons rather crowded.

Finally, I will also be allowing players to create and GM their own dungeons, or missions! Submit the outline of a dungeon to me, and I'll accept it just like a character.

The RP's story will primarily be arc-based, and I'm willing to work with players on personal arcs they may wish to include relating to their characters!

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Races:

• Humans: Straightforward and coming in many varieties. Humans in Estival are ruled by the King and Queen of Estival living Estival's Capital of Venne.
• Elves: Elves, too, come in several varieties, with splits even within these varieties. High Elves dwelling in cities, High Elves dwelling in forests, Wood Elves dwelling in Forests in both tree-cities and in a manner more one with nature, Dark Elves dwelling beneath the earth and far to the North in Barukstaed. The greatest differences between these varieties is culture and architecture, as all elves are unable to die of old age. They are also capable of reproducing with humans, producing half-elves. Of course, Elves are extremely rare in Thaln.
  
  • High Elves: There are a handful of High Elven settlements beyond Lethienvel, but they are few and far between. Rarely, a High Elf from beyond the veil will venture into the rest of the world. High Elves boast perhaps the greatest proficiency with magic among their kind.
  • Dark Elves: From the Far North, Dark Elves are mysterious folk who dwell so far to the North that the sun rarely pierces the snowstorms. Another rare sight in Velt. Dark Elves are highly proficient assassins and are skilled in the art of stealth and infiltration.
  • Wood Elves: The most common variant of Elven kind in Velt, and the youngest, Wood Elves dwell in forest cities and towns. They are fond of solitude, but gracious hosts to visitors who arrive with their permission. Few intruders, however, return alive. Wood elves are known for their skill in archery and hunting. There is a Wood Elf Settlement in Thaln, but finding it is extremely difficult.
• Dwarves: Short, bearded folk dwelling in their deep mines and working metal, dwarves have a reputation for honesty, loyalty, and being the most stubborn people you could possibly meet. Dwarves often build vast kingdoms within mountains across the land. The dwarven capital is North of Estival, in the great Grey Mountains, home to their most vast halls and the Deep King. Dwarven metalworking is the best by far in the land, but they lack magical capabilities entirely.
• Nem: A diminutive race from the deserts of the south, the Nem resemble small humans, commonly reaching heights of around 3'4-3'5. They are universally pale in skintone, with red or yellow eyes and black hair. Nem males cannot grow facial hair, and as a whole they are small and agile but lacking in physical strength. They are also known for being skilled archers, and wielding curved swords(well, more like daggers to the larger races). Their language lacks an equivalent to the letter "B", and some Nem have trouble pronouncing it as a result. They are nocturnal and possess excellent night vision, but during the day their vision is slightly worse than a human's. They also easily burn in the sun and must wear covering clothing to move during the day. Most Nem live in their desert homes, but there are a few found in Estival as well. They have an extremely low alcohol tolerance. Nem worship a night goddess known as Ila-Nem.
• The Hundi: The Hundi are a a near-human race. On average they are around the average human height, or slightly shorter. What physically sets them apart from humanity is their soft, furred, dog-like ears and tails. Loyal, proud, and honorable, the Hundi are said to be incapable of lying. On every Hundi's sixteenth birthday, they are sent on a journey to practice their highly-valued combat skills and learn about the world first-hand. An unusual custom of the race is their unique marriage rights. An opponent who defeats a Hundi in honorable combat immediately gains the position of that Hundi's fiancee, to be married as soon as possible. Hundi are most common in Ithillin, but some enter Estival as part of their mandatory quests, or as wanderers or the occasional sellsword.
• Sapient Undead: Living beings who have, for whatever reason, revived after death with their mind intact. Usually this process only occurs with the recently dead. In place of the inherent life of any living being, they possess what magi refer to as a "mana reactor", a wellspring of mana simulating life and allowing a corpse to be animated. Their bodies do not decompose, and they are immune to poisoning or the effects of bloodloss(though their blood does indeed flow it serves no purpose). The "mana reactor" allows their bodies to heal, but decapitation is unquestionably death for even the most powerful of sapient undead. They can also be hacked to pieces, their bodies capable of healing but needing its parts to be fixed in place before such a thing is possible. One possible source of Sapient Undead is necromancy.
• Fairy: Fairies resemble female, human-like children. With the exception of the fact that human children tend not to be six inches tall at most, winged, and wearing clothing made from flowers. Fairies possess translucent insect-like wings, and all fairies are female. They tend to possess a childish immaturity, but they are in fact adults. Fairies tend to be inquisitive and curious, as it benefits such a small race of beings to investigate their surroundings thoroughly. Their curiosity extends to when they meet new people, as well. Fairies are mostly harmless, the worst they seem to be able to bring themselves to do being mischievous pranks upon other, larger races. However, harming or killing a fairy will bring the anger of other fairies upon the perpetrator, and they carry a large amount of sharp objects and know how to aim for the eyes and throat far too well. Fairies cannot die of old age, and only violence or disease can kill a fairy. A common sight in Estival's forests.
• Nagas: One of the monstrous races, and an extremely uncommon sight outside of the wilds, nagas are human until you reach their thighs. For, from the thighs down, a naga possesses a strong, thick snake tail instead of legs. Nagas are carnivorous and possess sharpened teeth. A naga's tail is incredibly strong and remarkably dangerous.
• Driders: Driders are a relatively rare race, uncommon in populated areas. They come in a variety of subraces, each with the features of a different spider, varying in size and strength. Commonly, driders are well-suited to utilizing magic, but some of the largest subraces of drider are incredibly strong, as well. Much like nagas, they are carnivorous, finding it difficult to digest anything aside from meat. Unfortunately, there is some level of discrimination against driders in some countries, based on rumors of a taste for human flesh, but this is altogether false.
• Harpies: A mountain-dwelling monstrous race, harpies are an unusual race of beings in that they are entirely female, relying on the males of other races for reproduction. In place of arms they have a pair of wings, and therefore lack hands and cannot create clothing or tools easily. Harpies dwelling in towns or cities often live with a roommate of another race in order to be dressed properly. A harpy's bird-like feet are highly dexterous and possess sharp claws, and their wings are strong enough to easily break a man's arm. They are light due to their hollow bones and highly cold-resistant. On average they are somewhat shorter than human females.Ask before signing up
• Orcs and Goblins: A race divided into two categories, largely by strength and size. Orcs are on average a head taller than a human man, and are very burly and powerful. Goblins are usually a head shorter on average, and are wiry and thin. They usually possess sickly green or grey skin, and are violent barbarians who pillage and steal from others. Orcs are generally found roving in warbands, while Goblins often hide in deep, dank caves. Both Orcs and Goblins are known to eat the flesh of other races. Orcs ride boars, often given aggression-boosting herbs.Not playable
• Trolls: A relation to Orcs and Goblins, Trolls are tall, muscular, and dim-witted beasts. Eating anything they can get their hands on, trolls are more monsters than they are sapient beings. Orcs often use them as attack dogs of a sort, filling them with aggression-boosting herbs. Not playable
• Mindless Undead: Undead reanimated by a source that does not retain their mind. These undead can be revived at any point after death, and unlike sapient undead their bodies are not preserved. Rotting corpses or skeletal warriors, mindless undead crave flesh and will attempt to consume it even though they are incapable of digesting it. With the aid of guiding intelligence, such as a necromancer, mindless undead can wield weaponry. Necromancy can also raise mindless undead. They may also occur in places of great violence or magical disturbance. While a bite from a mindless undead can cause unpleasant infection, they are usually no great threat to a prepared warrior. Mindless Undead are considered an abomination by the Dual Church of Reon and Mayon, and are exterminated whenever possible. Not playable
• Giants: A race of huge humanoids, often ranging from seventeen to twenty-five feet tall in height. They resemble, quite simply, enormous humans of either gender. They are extremely strong and physically capable, but few giants ever posses the capability of performing magic. Velt's Giants live in small settlements resembling human villages, but there are giants with a more tribal civilization further south. In spite of the size difference, half-giants are possible. They tend to be around ten feet tall and have immense strength.Not playable, too big to fit into dungeons

Locations:

• Estival: A vast land to the north of Ithillin, Estival is famous for its expansive adventurer's guild and the plethora of ancient ruins and various other unusual landmarks, likely due to once having been part of a larger country in the distant past, that no longer exists. Ruled by the King and Queen of Estival(who have three children, two daughters and one son), it is a prosperous country in no small part due to the Adventurer's Guild itself.
• Velt: The country of Velt, Southwest of Thaln, is a vast land composed largely of plains and forests, with a few notable mountain ranges(such as the Northern mountain of Cahladren, home to the dwarven city of Draz'khzidra). The River Nirinel runs through the heart of Velt, and the Veltan capital of Meridan is situated on its Southwestern bank. Velt is dotted with ruins of the past, from the crumbling Blue Ridge Watchstation overlooking Vaelin's Lake, to the deep, dark ruins of the Prison-Castle of Mad King Haldric. Meridan is a vast, wealthy city, featuring the White Tower as the seat of its royalty and the rulers of Velt. As for climate, Velt enjoys warm summers and snowy, yet relatively mild winters. Another notable landmark is Caraan Valley, the location of the final battle in the Orc War. It was here that Captain Mathen beheaded the Orc Chieftan Gridashk and the Orc legions were broken.
• Ithillin: The land to the north of Thaln, ruled by Lord Indril of Calthir. Similar to Velt in climate and geography, though lacking in the mountainous regions to the North, Ithillin has a bustling trade with Velt and the two countries enjoy excellent relations. Thaln experiences some of this trade as well. The country's capital is Calthir, situated to the northwest. Deep in the southeast their lies the Black Pit, Talderia, a foul crater given a wide breadth by all but the most insistent of adventurers.
  
  • Talderia: "And the King's misdeeds destroyed all, his black heart darkened his city, and all was brought to ruin." The ruins of the ancient city of Talderia are located in Ithillin. They are given a wide breadth by travelers, and it is often times that Talderia is referred to as the Black Pit. For the ruins of Talderia have become a den of the utmost evil, filled with the most vile beings beyond imagining. None who venture into the Black Pit ever return.
• The Veil of Tears/Lethienvel: The famed, or perhaps infamous, rushing wall of water dividing the western land of the High Elves and the lands east of them. There are gate-ways between them, though the water. There is no visible source, and yet somehow it appears to flow. Though somehow, it is difficult to tell if the water flows up or down. Its infamy stems from a tragic event in the history of the High Elves, the first occurrence of the spilling of High Elven blood by other High Elves. The tragedy and regret from this incident gave the location its name, and to this day many High Elves still have reluctance to cross the Veil. However, there are some settlements on the opposite side of the Veil.
• Orodagor: In the land east of Estival lies the shattered remains of a relic of a long-passed age. Orodagor, the Black Fortress, was a stronghold for the armies of Hidroroth of the Dark. Hidroroth, the poison existence born from the utter fall to evil of one of the world's deities, sought to paint the world in shadows an consume all life in a shroud of darkness. He was slain, ultimately, in the Battle of Inmoorn, thousands of years ago, his spirit left to the judgement of the Gods. Orodagor was one of the remnants of this long-passed age, abandoned for centuries. However, nearly eight-hundred years ago, a new figure appeared and made her stronghold here. The Witch-Queen of Orodagor, as she came to be known, threatened all the lands by sending her coven of witches to overtake the lands. She was apparently slain at Orodagor in spite of her incredibly powerful magic, but rumor has it she did not perish here.

Other:

• The Church of Reon/The Church of Mayon: The largest religion among humans in Estival, originating from Velt, this dualistic religion worships both the Sun Goddess Reon and the Moon Goddess Mayon. Both Goddesses, it is said, cannot be separated from one another. Reon's symbol is a highly-stylized lily, and Mayon's is a similarly-stylized rose. Chapels to the goddesses are paired, and adherents focus on either one or the other. Paladins of both goddesses are a common sight, with Reonite paladins being highly aggressive combatants while Mayonite paladins are often more intended to keep peace. The religion is deeply anti-slavery, and Reonite paladins are often deployed to break slavery rings and free those being sold through them. Worship for either sect features the sacrifice of lilies for Reon and roses for Mayon. In Estival, Reon worship is more common then Mayon worship, but both goddesses are revered.
  
  • Reon: The sun goddess Reon is believed to have the form of a beautiful maiden. While unimpressive in stature in spite of her nature as a deity, it is said that the goddess possesses a fiery nature. She is described as having fair skin, flowing, long blonde hair, and alert blue eyes. She is clad in red and gold robes. Reon is said to have a palace on the surface of the Sun, a paradise that all her worshippers go to after death. Naturally, the aspect most strongly symbolizing her is fire. Lilies are even burned to be sacrificed to her. The weaponry of Reonite Paladins is often enchanted so that it is capable of in some way channeling this divine fire. Reonite Paladins are highly aggressive fighters, their purpose being to destroy evil.
  • Mayon: The moon goddess Mayon also takes the form of a beautiful maiden. She is taller than Reon, with shorter, black hair and somewhat darker skin. Her eyes are a soft shade of amber. She wears robes of blue and white, and like her counterpart possesses a palace, though naturally hers is situated on the moon. The aspect that most strongly symbolizes her is water, for water is directly effected by the phases of the moon. Incorporating water into weaponry in a direct manner is difficult, so unlike Reonite Paladins, Paladins of Mayon do not often use such enchantments. They are more protective, often wielding enormous tower shields for the purpose of defending themselves and the innocent from evil.
• Magic: Many races possess a natural internal source of mana. However, not everyone has enough to achieve the status of a mage. Magi are practioners of magic educated by a tutor or by a Mage's College, honing their skills in order to cast a variety of spells. Spells require some concentration and the ability to cast, using chants ranging of at least one word. Stronger spells require more words and therefore take more time to cast. Running low on mana is dangerous as it may strain the caster's body, causing them to lose consciousness or worse. Magic users educated outside of the accepted systems are known as witches, and are viewed with no small amount of suspicion.

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Bios:

• Name:
• Age:
• Gender:
• Race:
• Rank: 4-6
• Appearance:
• Personality:
• Brief Backstory:
• Equipment:
• Skills:

Please note that there are already some interested parties, so if they post their interest in the thread they do have priority for claiming character slots.

[Raineh Daze]

• Name: Doctor Myrielle Sable (Former Professor of Necromancy)
• Age: 51
• Gender: Female
• Race: Drider (Wolf Spider)
• Rank: The Fool (6 of Wands)
• Appearance: "You need a book from up here?" Still youthful enough she regularly got mistaken for a student.
• Personality: It's safe to say that Myrielle is a bit hard to get along with, possessing a confidence in her abilities that borders on arrogance, and a certain lack of regard for the skills of fighters--mainly from the viewpoint of assuming that it's something that could be artificially reproduced. She acts like a properly-brought up scholar and tries to be polite... but spend too much time with her and she'll invariably end up being quite short with you, especially if you do something she would regard as stupid.
  Oh, and she gets extremely annoyed with anyone that brings up why she's not continuing to be a professor even though she likes the position so much. The best outcome to expect is being firmly told that all the rumours are a lie, she wasn't doing anything improper, and she's never done anything like that in her life.
• Brief Backstory: Myrielle's main claim to fame as an adventurer is that her grandmother was one of the guild's founding members--and is still hanging around in an administrative role, though even old mages need to stop rushing into dungeons at one time or another. Her mother, too, was an adventurer, if not as successful a one--and settled down in Ithillin after never really living up to her expected rank. Myrielle therefore grew up in that country, learning, and proving to be more talented than her mother was, going beyond simply learning the basics of magic into a wide study at the Mage Academy, and eventually gaining a teaching and research post.
  Of course when a drider in a high position regarding necromancy gets into a scandal involving students--one that high society finds quite interesting--then, regardless of whether the accusations are right or wrong, it becomes extremely awkward to hang around. Now, being a highly gifted magic user, the scandal will inevitably be forgotten about before she begins to show much sign of ageing... but Myrielle decided that maybe now was the time to go take up her grandmother's old, old offer to join the Guild.
  Seeing as she's closely related to the founders, Myrielle was granted the otherwise-unused title amongst the Arcana as a sign of prestige and as a warning to not be a disappointment. She doesn't mind too much, as using her effective rank for even a week got quite... annoying due to people dismissing her knowledge or abilities.
• Equipment: Well, she has her clothes, and a wide supply of "light reading", but in terms of adventure-worthy equipment... technically she could bring along surgical tools, but who needs that when you have a proper healer to hand? Plus a lot of normal adventurer equipment Myrielle views as plain unnecessary. Climbing equipment? She's a drider. Labour tools? Just use magic. A weapon? Her upper body strength is nothing important...
• Skills: In one regard, it would be fair to call Myrielle the most advanced magic user currently working with the Guild--her breadth of magical knowledge is astonishingly vast, partly as a prerequisite of making sure that new learners are up to spec and partly because she just finds it interesting. If you need some sort of powerful spell, she'll be able to cover you: eventually. And there's her biggest flaw as an adventurer: Myrielle has primarily spent her life as an academic, where the need for quickly casting spells has often been limited and it's been better to go with something highly specific but doing exactly what you want than adapting something more general but less efficient on the fly. That doesn't mean that she can't do spells quickly--they just rarely give a full accounting of her abilities.
  The disciplines where she could pull out appropriate magical feats really don't help. Most of her specialised knowledge is either blatantly illegal to use or just hilariously useless in an adventuring context. So, raising an army of undead labourers? Not acceptable. Advanced magic to investigate magical flows and the soul to try and work out what makes a sentient undead sentient and try to understand and recreate that to endow magical constructs with true life and intelligence? Also hopeless. The ability to make effective constructs would actually be useful for adventuring, but she doesn't have the resources or materials to actually put it into practise--nor the best idea of how to make one for combat rather than social or labour purposes.

[VitaVitaAR]

@Raineh Daze: Accepted.

[ShwiggityShwah]

Kyros the Phoenix Dawn

Name: Kyros, The Phoenix Dawn

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank: 5 of Swords

Appearance:

Standing almost eight feet, he's commonly mistaken for a half giant. The odd fire aspects of his hair, eyes, and skin are obviously magical in nature (and entirely cosmetic) but the exact source is hard to deduce. He claims its a side effect of mastering the Rising Phoenix Style as the special techniques commonly result in phantom effects of gold light and fire that accentuate his forms, movements, and flare in response to his passions.

Personality:

"Never fear! The Dawn always Rises! And Darkness always Falls!"

Bombastic, larger than life, and fully believing he is doing the right thing. Kyros is stubborn, self-sure, and given to the idea of the legendary hero style and disposition. He is often times to loudest in the room, and fully taken to being in to spotlight and the attention he gets. In the field, he is direct, hard hitting, and prone to being the front line powerhouse. He will most assuredly go out of his way to protect others and bring swift justice to the villainous. He is a team player, but often views others as liabilities. They are not as strong, or as tough, but he doesn't openly complain, saving them brings him glory and reaffirms his already massive ego. He isn't a hero. He is THE HERO! The one that everyone should strive to be. His obnoxious, holier than though, goody goody boy scout antics no doubt gets on others nerves, but Kyros always means well. Outside of the front lines, Kyros is a gentle giant and a lovable idiot. He will attempt to always cheer up others and encourage them to always improve. He loves nothing more than a day well spent and then relaxing with his companions, swapping stories and talking about the future.

On the flip side, He is naive, ignorant, and gullible, thus he can be manipulated easily. His wild passions can lead him to a burning furious anger, and for someone as strong as he is, that can lead to a lot of collateral damage. Still, quick to anger, quick to forgive. His personality is that of a roaring campfire, all or nothing. He needs others to reign in his wrath. When he finds friends or those willing to help him, he treats them like family, and when he has that, there is literally no limits to how far he would go for them.

Brief Backstory:

His exact story is uncertain. Some claim he looks like a kid who they once saw in a pit fight a decade back that disappeared, presumed dead. Others claim he has the jaw structure of some menacing giant warlord and he is the bastard of such a devilish creature. Some see him as not quite human, maybe an ifrit or fire elemental blooded or the results of dangerous magical experimentation.

Kyros himself says that his past doesn't matter. The only thing that matters was that one day, alone in the dark, cold, broken, he saw the morning sun peak through a window and whisper to him.

"Be the light against the dark."

That was when he knew his purpose, his reason for living, and the Phoenix Dawn was born. All the suffering and hate and fear from before that moment was gone. He had to break free, he had to step out into the world. He triumphed in his freedom as the dawn stretched out on the land.

Since then, he followed the sun's whisper, bringing him to places where a hero was most needed. He traveled far to the lands of the East, learning great secrets from the masters that study their art in the forgotten corners of the world. He carries their teachings and their might on his shoulders as he travels the land. A hero for hire. A mercenary for justice!

He joins the guild mainly because he believes it the best way to not only keep a roof over his head, but the be informed of where his face and fists are most needed. Naturally he views the guild as family and beloved comrades at arms.

Equipment:

Kyros has to eat alot, so he barely has more money than maybe lasting from week to week. Other than that, his backpack contains some snacks, a bedroll, his picture books, some of his trophies from battle, his canteen, and occasionally a flask of something particularly unhealthy for him. He lives a rather spartan lifestyle.

Skills:

Kyros' expertise and specialty are completely dedicated to martial arts, Kyros sought out the great masters and learned an esoteric martial art he calls the Rising Phoenix Style. The style is a type of magic, as the forms and spiritual discipline simulates magical effects, particularly those that enhance the body or allow Kyros to perform feats that are impossible outside of enchantment magic. His fists shine as if plated in gold, knocking down walls with a single strike. His body becomes like that of armor, allowing him to give a thunderous elbow drop onto a giant shark from the top of a crows nest. The style allows for battle ending cataclysmic strikes meant to awe and inspire, thunderous kicks that stun wyverns, and fissure making stomps that knock down the rabble of a battle field so that the Dawn sooner finds the worthier foe. This martial arts style can also employ unconventional weapons, utilizing things like bar stools, musical instruments, road signs, wagons, other people, etc to great effect.

He has also developed some tactical skills when it comes to combat, knowing the eb and flo of a battle and how to use the environment and his opponents strengths and composure to his advantage. The environment also becomes his weapon as his brawling style has no semblance of a disciplined honorable warrior.

Kyros had also developed a pretty good arm and is capable of chucking items with devastating precision and power.

In his travels, Kyros has picked up a fair bit of useful skills. He can command a room with his presence, inspiring others to greatness or trying to convince them what the righteous path might be, condemning those who take advantage of others. He also developed a keen eye for cause and effect and how it pertains to society. Sometimes slugging some thugs won't fix the problem, sometimes you have to go after the bosses who hide behind their money and walls of stone.

Because of his obsession with light and the Sun, Kyros has presently became an avid follower of Reon and has considered joining their paladin order.

Other than that, he's pretty unskilled when it comes to magic or anything complicated. He knows a few things, but he just isn't very intelligent. He views those who build, craft, understand, and teach with the upmost respect, mainly because his skill set is so limited.

[Sho Minazuki]

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Name: Kyoshiro Sakazaki
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank: 6 of Swords
Appearance:
Personality: A man with a sort of air of mystery around him, which really makes sense since he doesn't talk about his past to others much at all, on top of that he really doesn't look like he's from around here, but he most certainly is a human. Yet he wields and wears things that seem entirely different to what they know and use. Kyoshiro himself though is well-spoken, possessing a keen perception for small details, and is the type who speaks only when necessary, making him naturally quiet, but observant as well. Sometimes it seems he isn't observing at all, but it's likely he has simply lost interest, or fallen asleep. Though it's not as if he isn't the sort who can make conversation, he just rarely starts it himself. It is known that his lips loosen when he is drinking, but not enough it seems for him to share details about his past, or private life either.

He has a disdain for people with no convictions, by that, he means people who sway to others' will without their own reasons, even should those convictions come into conflict with his own, or his duties, loyalties and so on, he will not hate those who stand for their beliefs, but he will do what is necessary. Among this he also likes to test his blade against skilled warriors, which is what he did for awhile until it caused him too much trouble. Now he simply seeks jobs from the guild that have some kind of chance to pit him against another swordsman, that is if he isn't already on a job to earn money to make ends meet.

Brief Backstory: A warrior from a far-away land, he arrived years ago and appeared to be heavily injured when he did. When asked about his circumstances he chooses not to share them. Upon arrival he was nursed back to health in a small fishing village some ways off by a young woman, to whom he still visits once in awhile to this day, and even sends a portion of his earnings, as he owes his life to her. It was clear on arrival he was not of this land, in truth he was running from his land after a power struggle had broken out, and those who supported the old regime were hunted. For his first year he feared that he may have pursuers, but alas they never came to be. He escaped to sea after no other recourse was left to him, but the reluctance to leave his homeland gave time for assailants to injure him as he fought off pursuers, leading to his condition. He thought he would die at sea, only to shipwreck at the aforementioned village.

In gratitude he worked at the village for a time, before he began his life as a drifter, going from place to place. In his homeland he was a wandering warrior, often pitting his skill against others, and so he quickly gained some small fame with roadside duels, though he never killed his opponents, he did manage to gain enmity from some of his defeated opponents and their friends, and it sometimes ended up with messy situations. Yet even in all this he was honorable.

Soon he caught wind of the unique occupation of an adventurer, something unknown to his land, and soon he too became one himself, and sees this as his new way of life in this land, leaving behind his old one. Even with how well things are going though, he cannot but help that his past may catch up with him eventually. In the line of duty and honor and servitude, he has killed and fought many, and a good number are not liable to forget.

His homeland is Akitsushima, a land that few in Estival are familiar with, though he has been recognized on rare occasion. He served a lord that defied the establishment in the land and paid dearly for it, but even with that, he himself was known to be quite the warrior, and in such a land, battles to the death were common enough. He would prefer not to talk of his homeland however.

Equipment:
- Rakushouha: Meaning "falling autumn leaf" is the name of this exotic blade, one native to his homeland. He's carried it with him since he arrived years ago.
- Assorted blades: In his years here he's learned to use other weapons, as sometimes it cannot be helped. In particular on his person he carries small blades for utility and throwing, and a shortsword. He cannot obtain a shortsword from his homeland, so he makes do.

Skills:
- Swordsmanship: Kyoshiro is a swordsman first and foremost, though he utilizes his own style when using his katana, he is capable of wielding other blades to a limited degree.
- (Setsugetsukatsurugi Ryu) Blade of the Four Seasons Style: The name of his style of swordsmanship. The style is a 7 base form style, consisting of the three base forms, Snow, Moon, and Flower, each are just the names for the fundamentals of swordsmanship as well as the style's attributes, and then the four advanced forms, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring. While Kyoshiro is skilled in all seven forms, as he should be, he in particular is a master of the Autumn branch of the style, which utilizes rapid battoujutsu and iaijutsu techniques. As for the other three, Summer is two-handed techniques and wide-reaching strikes, and suited for longer weapons and even includes spears. Winter is a dual wielding style that utilizes a second smaller blade or two full sized blades, while Spring is a form that utilizes one blade, and accentuates fast and flying footwork. While he is capable of doing all of them in some degree, he definitely prefers his Autumn style.
- Bowmanship: He's capable of using one as part of his training, but he never carries one with him. He won't be able to shoot targets as far away as those who have dedicated themselves to the art, but he knows enough to hunt effectively.
- Hand to Hand: He has hand to hand techniques from his homeland to deal with threats non-lethally, or should he be caught off-guard has some way to fight back. It does not match up to those who dedicate themselves to this kind of art however.

[TheFake]

Explosion Happy Alchemist

Name: Vira Anthello
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank: 3 of Coins
Appearance:


Personality:

"While potentially brilliant she is easily distracted and is possessed of an appalling disregard for personal and public safety. Her disturbing interest in such destructive subjects makes her an alarmingly dangerous liability that the school no longer wishes to be responsible for."

Alchemist College Faculty, upon her dismissal from the school

Vira possesses a manic and impulsive personality, prone to rash decisions and changing her mind. This trait enabled her to make often astounding leaps of logic but she would fail to stay in any discipline of study to make great use of them. The single greatest exemption to this was any topic with potentially destructive ends.

As far of relationships are concerned she can be empathetic, caring deeply about the thoughts and feelings of others. She doesn't often think about the more physical effects of her actions, potentially thoughtlessly destroying property.

Brief Backstory:
Vira Anthello grew up as the eldest daughter of a mildly well off family. To pursue her passions she took out a loan to attend the Alchemists school, successfully completing two years of study before impulsive nature resulted in her being expelled from the school.

Now in debt without any official credentials in her chosen field of study, Vira has no choice but to undertake a less academic profession. Becoming an adventurer appeared to be the perfect compromise between pursuing her passion for destruction and employing her craft.

Equipment:
Vira carries a variety of chemicals to be deployed in different forms, from volatile explosive compounds in clay spheres to glass vials of acids and poisons. Many of her creations are bespoke for specific situations and several more general concoctions.

Skills:
Chemistry, specialized towards various reactive and destructive compounds. She has studied both organic and inorganic chemistry and can also create compounds that interact with living things.

Vira has a spectacular memory, never having to take notes and being able remember a procedure or formula after using it only once.

[VitaVitaAR]

@ShwiggityShwah: Going to be honest, uh, he looks kind of like a sci-fi character? ^^;

@Sho Minazuki: I really wish you would have asked about the Japan analogue country before writing up this bio. I've actually been working on this setting for a very long time and there's actually fully-fleshed out not-Japan that you could have asked me about. I suppose I could have mentioned it, but I guess maybe I got too ahead of myself.

Um, I guess just ask me some questions about it so your character can be amended to fit.

[VitaVitaAR]

@TheFake: Accepted.

[ShwiggityShwah]

@VitaVitaAR

I got a back up image. I'll try to link it when I can. Does the rest look ok?

[ShwiggityShwah]

Kyros

Alt image. He does smile a bit more. I'll adjust appearance too, the markings are like tatoos

[The Red Seelie]

A tale of a Heir of a Necromancy line, and a Manservant that refuses to die

The Ditzy Crow

Alina Crow

"Huh? Say again?"

Name: Alina Crow
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Harpy
Rank: 4 : Wand
Personality:
Alina is a klutz, Shes known to fall over easy, and bumble her way through many encounters, Shes also a bit dense. But even with all of these qualitys, she is probably one of the smarter pioneers of magic, as expected as a descendent of the crows, Shes generally a bright and cheerful girl, quite the opposite of what one would usually expect for someone whom so casually wields death-magic like necromancy.

Of course she suffers the same personality trait as her elders, which you can tell due to her name. She has an infatuation with shinies, and seeing a new shiny can distract her. Of course this would likely result in her losing her head by getting distract by a sword swing, so thats usually why she uses undead minons to do the work for her, usually ghosts rather then ghouls.

Of course she doesn't call them minons, thats too demeaning. She calls them respectful contract workers, and puts them back where she finds them. After all shes a nice necromancer, the type that wouldn't so casually use death-magic for ones own agenda's but to contract the dead to help people for a bit. Calling on the ancestors and what not. Its like what some of the shamans do but actually works more often then not!

Brief Backstory:
The only daughter of her mother, Calera Crow, with her father being a no-show adventure from her flings at the guild, She lived a relatively simplistic life, always guarded by her armoured knight. She grew up with the inquisitive nature characteristic of her family and soon enough she was on the trek to learning as much magic as possible. Always leaning towards the characterisitc familys magic of necromancy, and always trying to pioneer new ways to cast the magics in creative fashions and shorter times. While trying to expand upon the notes of her heritage.

She joined the guild mostly due to it being an excuse to go traveling, as well as the fact that her mother used to go there, and it seemed a fitting where to honour her passing by trying to do what she did, Thus, the bright and peppy Harpy started doing guild-work at the guild. Of course she was always shadowed by a masked undead that never revealed their face, but the older folk knew whom they were, Howard was a regular at the guild after all. Having attended 3 descendents of the person that originally revived him from the dead.

Alina likes the concept of adventuring, maybe one day she'd take a trip to visit some other places and find other necromancers whom aren't so mean and secluded so she can happily pool over her notes with them.

Equipment:
The Crows Hat: A witches hand that belonged to her mother and her grandmother before her, Its a simple hat that has no real things special about it, bare that its soaked in enough magic to be sort of magically attuned. Really it does nothing but its the only hat which shes adjusted to so well that it doesn't fall off her head.
Otherwise due to the lack of hands, she generally packs pretty light.
Skills:
Potent Necromancy:
If there is a corpse, it is likely she can reanimate it with little effort, explaining why she did that to the church however is another issue entirely. Being a 5th generation necromancer, stemming from a line of potent necromancers. She is quite gifted in the art of necromancy. Specifically in the manipulation of spirits, due to its closeness to air, conjuring banshees and ghosts to aid her. She technically has the expertise required to pursue the field of trying to create a sapient undead servant -but- Howard isn't a fan of getting replaced so she out of respect for the loyal manservant, has neglected pursuing further efforts into producing sentient undead not that she would have much chance anyway due to how slim it was, and instead just continuing work on the other aspects of necromancy. Still, Shes pretty good at sewing with her feet as a result of having to deal with decomposing corpses (for study purposes of course, raising them would result in her having to deal with the local clergy...) .

Basic Knowledge of Elementalist Spells: At Howards behest to diversify to not be such a niche spellcaster, she has begun to learn elemental spells, though her training is currently quite rudimentary, She is capable of conjuring the average fireball or so. She has best affinity with air element spells.

Flight: Like all harpies she is capable of flight, generally used as an evasive manuever or as a way to take her position as a overseer to command her undead. Or generally so she can see the sights. She likes seeing things with the wind in her hair after all. Not useful in caves.

The Undead Steward

Howard Rookholm, The Steward of the Crow

"Consider it done M'lady."

Name: Howard Rookholm, The Steward of the Crow
Age: 129 (Age at death 34)
Gender: Male
Race: Sapient Undead (Human)
Rank: 6 : Sword
Appearance:
Howard is a man of few tirades or simple tangents, preferring to dress for business and forgo anything that isn't directly useful to him. Thus due to him being quite a high-quality undead knight, he opts to wear his armor 24/7 for he does not need to eat due to being sustained of the magic alone. Because of this, few have seen his true face or his true build. But it can be judged that he is a muscular gentlemen, by the shape of his armor alone. As he is known to fill it out quite tightly. It is said, the only time he takes the armor off is when he wishes to polish it, which is rare, for old worn armour is perfect for washing off ones true scent from the more observant individuals.

It can be noted that Howard stands at 6ft 2in and weights 120kg in full armour
Personality:
Howard is a man of no-nonsense. He is a down to earth, nitty gritty fighter. Having given up any pretense of heroism and chivalry for cold calculating efficiency. He is an individual that is an enigma, acting only to make sure his charge remains support and safe. Usually either accompying her on missions or holding down the homestead, making sure the harpy can get dressed in the morning. Making him a sort of Paternal figure to the ditzy Alina

In fact, his loyalty only lies with the Crow family, having been revived by the great-grandmother of the current crow. He has remained a mainstay of the family life, a protector of the household. A possession if you will, like an automaton. For he himself is simply happy protecting t he family that gave him a second change to serve dutifully. If others wish to harm his only cherished position. Then the swift end of the blade is all they shall receive.

Brief Backstory:
A hero of valour from a century ago, Howard was the definition of Chilivelrous, he was a knight with a face that could make the woman swoon, and the ego befitting such a man. That was until it all changed. He had been so careless and so confident that he had fallen victim to a mudslide. It buried him beneath the rocks. It was only until. A little girl now all grown up. A harpy with the blackest wings, and the fairest of expressions revived his corpse from beneath the mud. Where he dragged himself to his feet.

His emotions were dulled by the process and he could only look back at his past with fervent regret. That was the day that the great-grandmother of Alina, Bellatrix the Necromancer, indicted Howard into the household as a personal steward. For Harpies don't have hands, so having a personal. Biologically immortal. Family servant was a very nice thing to have for the up and coming necromancer.
Equipment:
A variety of cheap swords: A variety of sharp but cheap swords, for them to quickly dispose of inside their enemies, due to their loot and use style of dungeoneering.
A simple crest shield for full arm protection and good blocking range, has the corners sharped for usage as a stabbing implement.
Rusty but Reliable Plate Armour.

Skills:
Diverse Weaponary Knowledge: Having once been a gallant braggard, Howard already had expertise wiedling different types of weaponary. Certainly not mastery, and certainly not a devotion to any style, but the fact he could wield whatever he picked up with some crediblity rendered him quite useful for dungeon work. This also makes him a very good bodyguard.
Limited Necromancy Magic: Howard has limited knowledge of necromancy having shadowed the Crow Family for a while. He generally applies this to repair his body in the event it suffers great damage.
Painless Berserker: Due to being undead, he can be likened to a walking juggernaut due to the lack of his sense of pain, making him a dangerous adversary.

So I kinda decided to let the creative juices flow and went with a harpy necromancer, with an inherited manservant belong to her great grandmother.

Because having the happiest necromancer ever also being an airhead and relying on her undead manservant to use their hands for her (to turn pages in necronomicons of course!) is kinda cool.

[Sho Minazuki]

@VitaVitaAR I figured. I kept it vague for a reason after all. That being said the only thing that I need for it to fit is some kind of recent conflict a couple years prior to the RP, and that as a country they are incredibly distant. I would like to hear all about it though, it is relevant to me. My bio goes under the assumption it's the feudal society, and the period should be closer to the Bakufu era, so there are still samurai who serve lords, the only difference is there's a transition of power going on, whereas the Bakufu era did not have such a thing define it. Otherwise all other details I can make more for Kyoshiro around.

I am also guessing these lands are beyond the Veil of Tears yes?

[VitaVitaAR]

@ShwiggityShwah: ... This is nitpicky, but it does bother me a little bit seeing a canon character I'm familiar with being used for this. ^^;

@1Charak2: I actually really like this character for the most part, but there's a couple of issues. First, the raising of mindless undead is very illegal and would definitely get the local clergy after you. They're armed with divine fire spells so that's a big problem. By contrast, invoking spirits and stuff like that very much is not, in part because there's an element of consent on behalf of the invoked phantoms. I guess one way to kind of get a loophole with this is to raise dead animals or other non-sapient beasts.

Secondly, sapient undead are almost impossible to raise. Getting even trying as hard as you can is vastly more likely to get you a mindless undead... or an exploded corpse. There's a reason those in search of immortality basically never consider becoming a sapient undead, because yeah, it's great since you regenerate and don't even look dead... but you have to die to achieve it and the chances of success are obscenely slim.

To be clear, this isn't an objection to her servant, it's an objection to her having the ability to raise sapient undead at will. He can still exist.

@Sho Minazuki: Well... Akitsushima(the Japan analogue) is in the same time period as the west, in this case. Of course, that does still mean there are samurai serving lords. That's kind of what samurai did. It's also in the east, like... real Japan, and on an island quuuuiiiiite far from Estival. He'd have had to travel a very great distance and by boat. It's not impossible, since Akitsushima has diplomatic relations with plenty of other countries, but it is something to account for. And, well, there... really hasn't been a nationwide shift in power... ^^;

This is a pre-existing setting after all. There's even another RP I'm running occurring in the same setting.

[ShwiggityShwah]

Meh forget it then.

The only other option is changing the look entirely or make a picture which takes time or describe it with words which I find dull.

Don't worry about it.

[The Red Seelie]

@VitaVitaAR

The concept of the sapient was undead was to show she could raise them, Not that she could raise them consistently or even at a rate to which it would be noted, only that her studies have given her the means to attempt it. twas merely an indicator to show her potential. Likewise, Showing that she can indeed raise the dead (as a mindless type) regardless of what corpse is presented to her was merely an indicator of her skill. Her expertise and therefore common application is fully devoted towards the spirit side of things.

Made a clarification edit to her necromancy to make it clearer of her intents.

[VitaVitaAR]

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[The Red Seelie]

I got a notifcation and the post is blank

[Raineh Daze]

I'm concerned about the redundancy of a necromancer when there's already another nonhuman necromancer around.

[The Red Seelie]

@Raineh Daze

Redundancy Shmundency.

Multiple NEcromancers is A-ok as long as they are specalised in different fields~! and besides shes trying to learn elementalist magics too

shes just a youthful ditz

[VitaVitaAR]

@1Charak2: Well, @Raineh Daze is kind of worried about overlap, since you both seem focused on the spiritual angle of necromancy. Also it is a bit strange that she's low-ranked if she knows how to make sapient undead. ^^;

Admittedly I'm not entirely sure how to reconcile this... hmm.

But for now, um...

• Name: Sophie Velmet
• Age: 18
• Gender: Female
• Race: Human
• Rank: Five of Swords
• Appearance: Sophie has pale skin, purple eyes, and pale purple hair. She is exceptionally short.
• Personality: Sophie is a highly competitive girl who is determined to be one of the best adventurers in the guild. Her aggressive personality makes this fact quite evident, and she is extremely driven to take any jobs she possibly can. She has a habit of viewing other adventurers(outside of anyone in her party, at least) as direct competition for her pursuit of the title of title of Top Sword in the Guild. She is quite prideful, bordering on arrogant, but she isn't without a more playful side as well. Sophie is fond of games(but is also extremely competitive in them, determined to win no matter what) and does seem to view exploration and adventure as something fun. But at the same time, she takes fighting very seriously, her competitive and aggressive nature pushing her forward in incredibly dangerous situations. While Sophie is quite prideful, she still values hard work and dedication, believing it is the exact path towards the goal she desires. She can be somewhat dismissive and sarcastic towards, others, especially if they are being stupid, but in spite of her aggressive and goal-driven attitude she does care about helping innocent people and protecting her allies. Sophie hates being treated as younger then she actually is, which is troublesome when she's so short and youthful. She also has a jealous streak, especially when it comes to anyone who is more mature looking then she is.
• Brief Backstory: Sophie was born into the Velmet family, a minor noble family living in Venne. When she was little, she became fascinated with the stories of adventurers, and already aspired to be like them even before a major event changed her life. When she was only eight years old, she was suddenly taken by raiding band of goblins while visiting a relative's estate far outside of the city. But before they could take her back to their hole, the goblins were slain by a team of adventurers. This sealed it, not only did Sophie wish to become an adventurer, she wanted to become one of the best. Now that she's older, she's embarrassed about the childish approach she once had... but she's become incredibly competitive, using her wealth to purchase high-quality gear and gain training that would allow her to function as a fighter fit to join the guild. Sophie has no intention of giving up on her dream of becoming one of the top Swords in the guild.
• Equipment: Sophie wields an expensive, well-balanced double-headed greataxe. Forged of dwarven alloy, it is quite light in spite of its size, but very sharp. However, it is almost entirely mundane beyond these features. Sophie wears set of relatively light armor, mostly focused on protecting her torso and hands while allowing for swift movement. Finally, she carries with her a set of one-use enchant items. By breaking them, she can apply a very brief, relatively weak enhancement charm to herself. They resemble cylindrical rods, easily broken with her bare hands. The enhancements they apply include Windsprinter, which greatly enhances Sophie's speed, Greater Impact, which allows Sophie to strike much harder then she otherwise would be able to, and Enhance Armor, which lets her enhance her armor for a single blow. These charms are no-where near as strong as a spell applied by a mage, but they can be used on the fly, very quickly. Of course, she has to buy replacements whenever she uses one. Sophie also has a dagger, a relatively mundane, if well-crafted, last resort in case she is unable to use her axe.
• Skills: Sophie is a remarkably skilled fighter, mostly when it comes to utilizing her axe. Her fighting style utilizes her own small size and the swings of the axe to move herself across the battlefield, allowing her to attack with the full weight of her body. She has some rudimentary first aid skills, not sufficient for a healer of any sort, however, and has a decent knowledge of Estival's flora and fauna. She cannot be called an expert, and magical knowledge largely escapes her, but she is decent enough.