[CHAR] Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

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Kingdom of Aulder: Info

General Info:

Aulder

Name: Aulder
Type: Kingdom
Region: South-west corner of the main continent

Description:
Aulder is the kingdom, and largest and most densely populated, of humans. It's a feudal monarchy with a strict, societal hierarchy, where people are born into their social class and cannot change it. The country itself is full of grassy fields, rolling hills, small rivers and green forests - very reminiscent of a certain west-european nation... Small castles and forts dot the landscape, with equally small and rural villages and hamlets. Aulder has a large army of knights, which they're very proud and boastful about, said to adhere to a very benevolent code of chivalry! ... Well, they're supposed to follow it, anyway.

Aulder is home to other races besides humans though, such as halflings, some elves and other more human-like humanoids. Sadly, the nation has a somewhat prejudiced and condescending attitude towards those who're not close to humans in appearance - even with the dragons' spell having effected so many female monsters. The country doesn't ban monsters from travelling through it, but they're typically barred from more prestigeous or important locales, services and/or places, and are often treated rudely or with disdain. Not to mention being kept under a scrutenizing watch most of the time.

Aulder has the largest population of any single race in the world, and as such, has access to the larget army. Their flag is a two-tone one, with a red bottom half, white upper half and a golden, downwards-pointing sword in the center. This sword is said to be the Sword of the Sun, a mythical relic of Aulder! ... Which they somehow lost and haven't been able to find again... The Aulderites don't like to talk about it... They worship their own, made-up pantheon of gods and goddesses and practice mandatory church and temple-visits once a week for the entire population, or well, at least for full-on citizens.

It's capitol is named Grandstad, and is built on either bank of a large river, with many bridges crossing over from one side to the other. This is where the royal palace, grand cathedral and other important buildings and people are located. It's the largest city in all of Aulder. Buildings are mostly made out of stone bricks with tiled roofs and the streets are paved with cobblestone.

Backstory:
Aulder was founded early on, back when the God-type being was still around, in the world. Back then, the God-type being would often choose humans as their champion to vanquish the Demon Overlord, because humans were easy to manipulate, thanks to their ego and belief in their own racial superiority. Because of this, Aulder back in that time was atheocracy, controlled by a religious cult that were fantically loyal to their God. Once the God-type being vanished however, there was a period of brief, internal warfare, whwre two factions fought over control of the nation. In the end, the group that triumphed belonged to one who would later style himself the new King of Aulder, and became the progenitor of the nation's royal family. This man also set in motion to remove all traces of the old theocratic rule, making it seem like - historically - the nation had been founded by him.

Important Notes:

People of Aulder:
- Nobody here!

Places of Aulder:
- Nothing here!

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Empire of Gromril: Info

General Info:

Gromril

Name: Gromril
Type: Empire
Region: North North-west area of the main continent

Description:
Gromril is a land of mostly mountains, hills, cliffs, valleys and, most of all, snow. The landscape is mostly a tundra, with sparse vegetation and wildlife. However, it's what goes on underneath this often frigid land that's important! This is the home of the dwarven Empire of Gromril, the place with the largest and most dense population of dwarves in all the world. Making their homes in vast, underground halls, carved from the interior of mountains and undergound caverns, this subterranean nation is quite an architectural sight to behold. Large, ornate archways, pillars and masterfully carved and chiseled structures line these bustling underground metropolises.

Not only dwarves live in Gromril, but many other dwarf or shorter-than-average humanoids as well, such as gnomes, halflings, goblins, kobolds and other similar things. Of course, other races who enjoy caves and darkness also make their homes here, like lizardmen, lamia and the like. Unlike Aulder, Gromril is far more accepting of non-dwarves - even if they still do have a superiority-complex - and welcomes all! ... As long as they work. Gromril has a strict employment and productivity doctrine, and those who don't work, are quite frankly thrown out of the nation. Due to this though, you'll never be bothered by hobos or beggars ina ny of the Empire's streets!

Naturally, the biggest industries are mining and smithing, but also engineering and tinkering. The dwarves have even managed to develop some steam-powered machinery, allowing them to have automated elevators, escalators and other useful things, like heating and powered lights. Being underground though, the air in all of Gromril's cities are rather thick, and can be a bit smelly for those with sensitive noses. Also, even with the powered lights around, it can still be a bit dark and gloomy, and people with claustrophobia often find this place oppressive and insufferable. Dwarves also have a penchant for making round doorways, which is really inconvenient for anyone taller then them, as they'll need to duck down wheenver walking through one...

The nation's capital is located under the north-most mountain of the world, and is aptly named 'Far Hall'. The nation is ruled by the dwarven Emperor, who is appointed through a majority vote in the dwarven senate. He or she then rules until their death, whereupon a new emperor is selected. The nation's flag is a two tone one, with a black left side and gold right side, with a red, triangle-like mountain in the center. This is supposedly the 'first mountain of the world', where all dwarves are said to have come from... Or so the legend goes. The dwarves may not have the largest army, but they boast of having the most skilled and most well-armed and equipped one of all the realms! Which, may in fact, actually be somewhat true.

Backstory:
Gromril was, originally, a bitterly divided land, ruled by local dwarven lords who each ruled over a family or clan and their ancestral home. However, during the last rampage of the Demon Overlord, prior to the dragons destroying the final one, the dwarven race suffered tremendous losses. In the aftermath, the surviving clans banded together, to avoid being swallowed up and killed off by neighbouring races. As such, they all gathered and worked to hollow out Far Hall, and from there, they slowly began to spread once again.

Important Notes:

People of Gromril:
- Nobody here!

Places of Gromril:
- Nothing here!

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Molkar Alliance: Info

General Info:

Molkar

Name: Molkar
Type: Loose Alliance
Region: East South-east parts of the main continent

Description:
Calling Molkar a nation is a bit of a stretch. Rather, it's a loosely organized alliance between a number of different giant tribes. In particular, they've agreed not to violate each others' territories, hunting grounds and not steal or fight amongst themselves. Which is a good thing for everyone, because when giants fight each other, it tends to cause a disastrous amount of collateral damage to everything in the surrounding area. The country and landscape itself though, consists mostly of rocky or dry steppes, with hills and crags scattered all about. Ironically, a lot of bigger animals, like oxen and buffalo and other such animals seem to like making their home here. Which is good for the giants, since they need big animals to feed their bellies.

Molkar is also home to a lot of toehr, bigger humanoids. Such as ogres, trolls, cyclopses and the like. Smaller races also make their home here, but tend to live nomadic lifestyles, as the bigger species tend to view anything smaller than themselves as food... The giant tribes of Molkar have no capitol or named cities, prefering to live in simple villages of makeshift design with no real, permanent or important structures about. Due to their rather slow and limited intelligence, this is to be expected though. There are a lot of variety of giant-types though, and they each live in parts of Molkar that best suit their distinct needs and/or preferences.

Molkar has the most densely populated number of giants of any region in the world, as well as the largest selection of them as well. As giants are typically primitive and solely rely on feats of strength to determine their leaders, the biggest and meanest of the giants take position as tribe leaders, until they grow old and are beaten up and replaced by a younger, fitter and healthier giant. Giant camps are typically filthy and unorganized, wtih piles of trash and leftovers from their meals scattered all around. Each tribe and clan has their own, unique mark or symbol, which they typically fly on top of their tents or a makeshift flagpole to mark their claim.

However, when the giants do come together, they have a unified flag - a fully brown banner, with a black scrawling of a bearded face on it. Yup. That's their flag. As you can imagine, it takes a very strong giant to unify all the tribes and make them come together under one roof, but when it happens it's usually very bad for everyone else. Some tribes that live closer to their neighbouring nations can actually be traded or interacted with on a, at least somewhat, friendly level. But the futher into the realm you go, the more likely you are to be mistaken for a wandering snack.

Backstory:
Molkar, as a whole, has no real backstory, as it isn't technically a unified nation. Rather, it's what the giants call the region of the world, and their neighbours just adopted the name to refer to the area with all the big dudes walking around. It's said that there's a mighty citadel belonging to the cyclopses somewhere underneath Molkar though, but such a place has yet to be found by any explorers, so it's probably just a fanciful rumor~

Important Notes:

Poeple of Molkar:
- Nobody here!

Places of Molkar:
- Nothing here!

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Aristocracy of Noxiria: Info

General Info:

Noxiria

Name: Aristocracy of Noxiria
Type: Council-ruled Aristocracy
Region: Central Western heartlands of the main continent

Description:
Noxiria is a mysterious land, covered in deep, black forests and prone to thick fog and mist all year around. It boasts a large lake in its very center, wherein a lone, medium-sized island rests. It's on this island that the vampires decided to build their capitol, Walpurgis, and where the Council of the Great Houses convene and conduct their business. An extremely long, and ominous-looking, bridge has been bult from the mainland out over the lake and to the island, connecting the two, and thus allowing travel by foot, mount or carriage to and from the city on the water.

As you may expect from the above, Noxiria is the country of vampires, home to multiple clans and houses of the bloodsuckers. Their goverment consists of a council, made up by the heads of the nine strongest, most influential and wealthiest of the various Vampire Houses in the nation. The single most powerful house is appointed the position of 'First HOuse', and acts as the de facto governor, with veto-rights and other priveleges during votes and affairs of state. Naturally, all the other houses covet this position as well, so undermining and trying to prove the First House's ineptitude is commonplace.

Those not belonging to the nine Great Houses are simply refered to as Lesser Houses. These clans and families make up the vaast majority of the nation's vampire-population and can be found in all their settlements and doing all manner work, just like any other race. The architecture of towns and buildings are distinctly gothic in design, and the roads are well-paved with even-bricked tiles. Though, owing to the race's natural aversion to sunlight, you'd think most places were ghost towns during the day, only coming into motion and bustling once the sun has set. All races are warmly welcome to travel to and from Noxiria, however to become a citizen, one must allow themselves to become a vampire and, by extension, join one of the many houses. Non-vampires are not allowed to own property or land in the nation.

While on paper everything seems fine and dandy, Noxiria is constantly drenched in internal intrigue and political strife, due to no small part of the very nature of its people. The proud, refined and etiquette-oriented vampires are all also incredibly arrogant, scheming and vain, and amuses themselves with the games of nobiity, which is to say subterfuge, manipulation and equally shady things. This is true for even the Lesser Houses, and the mind-games and treachery can be found and enjoyed at any social level... Though each House has its own banner and mark, the flag of the unified nation is a deep, midnight blue with a royal purple 'x' running through it and a silver crescent moon in the central top part.

Backstory:
Originally, Noxiria belonged to a bunch of other races, living in fiercely territorial communities. At some point, a vampire lord showed up, and managed to infiltrate one of these settlements, convincing them that he would grant them power and the ability to overthrow the others in the region. Blinded by such promises, and the natural charisma of this handsome stranger, they accepted... And subsequently were all turned into vampires. However, another vampire lord had been tailing the first one, and saw what he had done... And thought it was a right laugh, so he did the exact same thing, but to another group.... As you can probably guess, the pattern continued, with more vampires showing up and joining in the fun, and before long, all the natives had been replaced by vampires. The irony.

Important Notes:

People of Noxiria:
- Nobody here!

Places of Noxiria:
- Nothing here!

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Name: Brandy Vanillarin
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Satyr, sub-species: Satyress

Appearance:

Casual Wear:


Labor Wear:


Stylish & Fashionable Wear:

Height: 165 cm / 5'5" (This includes horns)
Hair Color: Beige White
Eye Color: Brownish Red
Three Sizes: B94-W59-H91

Personality:
Plucky, jovial, rambunctious and with a huge appetite for life, Brandy Vanillarin is a spirited young lady who seems to always exude an aura of exuberance around her. Curious, excitable and inquistive, while also physically and verbally playful, she enjoys seeing new places, meeting new people and making dirrty jokes, comments or suggestions. She absolutely loves things like festivals, carnivals, parties and other high-spirited and merrymaking events. It also comes as no surprise then that she also greatly enjoys dancing, singing and listening to - or playing - music, as well as partaking of good drink and food - usually in excess and in far greater quantities than her physique would be allowed to handle. Brandy also possesses a strange desire to stand on any surface that's slightly elevated, the higher up it is, the better - and the stronger her urge to stand on it.

Brandy is also brave, sometimes to a fault, and has issues properly sizing people up... Or she just doesn't care one way or the other. She can also be incredibly stubborn, almost obnoxiously so. She has no qualms about playing dirty or any notions about taking the high road making you a better person, or that being honorable somehow has some kind of morally superior value. If you can't beat someone with your fist, bite, scratch or even kick them in the crotch! That's Brandy's take on how to get things done. Of course, violence is never her first choice; She much prefer to try and get her way through other means, like by drinking the other guy under the table, or using seduction and her femenine wiles.

Speaking of, Brandy is quite aware of her own physical attractiveness. In fact, she's so aware that you may as well call her a blatantly vain narcissist. So unassailable is her confidence in her own looks, that comments that would suggest otherwise are simply dismissed with a smug, nasally smirk and snort. Due to this, she can sometimes also have a rather foul mouth, and isn't above pointing out others' unattractiveness, or how they pale in comparison to herself. Because of this though, she also goes to great lengths to keep her appearance up and, should someone mar her beauty, she has been known to go into a vicious, unrelenting frenzy. Brandy seems to prefer clothes and attire that showcase her physique and ample assets.

While usually easy-going, laid back and friendly, even Brandy has her pet-peeves. For one, she can't stand people who're negative or always views things as impossible or are jaded and bitter. She cares not for such people, and is quick to lose both interest and empathy for them. She doesn't like those who bring the mood down at a happy occasion and dislikes prudes and stick-in-the-muds even more, often ridiculing and/or off-handedly insulting them. Her bravery and overconfidence in herself makes her frequently overestimate her own abilities, even when she's at a clear disadvantage. Being uninhibited and, crass as some would say, she also isn't exactly the type you wanna bring along to a high-society gathering or dinner with fancy folk who value etiquette and manners. She also doesn't seem to have an issue with telling white lies, so long as they don't hurt anyone.

Nontheless, for all her faults and flaws, she has softer sides to her as well. She's incredibly generous and willing to share everything she has with people she likes, or even people she just doesn't dislike! The little satyress cares for, and shows immense loyalty to, those who've befriended her, and will stick by their side through thick and thin, even if all the world turned against them. Her love for travel and adventure does mean she can get restless though, and she can become bored if staying in one place too long. She also completely freaks out if somebody manages to sneak up on, and surprise her, from behind - collapsing in a panicked heap while hic-up'ing uncontrollably. Some of her friends says it looks quite cute, and hilarious. Brandy's also got a bit of a phobia for ghosts and ethereal beings, finding critters that can't eat or drink to be somehwat frightening... For some reason...

Likes: Standing on things, festivities, drinking, flirting, dirty jokes, adventure, salty snacks, cute and/or sexy clothes, music

Dislikes: Party-poopers, being bored, negativity, meat, being restrained, being snuck up on, people who want to milk her, SHOES!

Hobbies: Standing on any flat surface, drinking contests, singing, dancing, playing various instruements

Background:
Brandy Vanillarin was originally an orphan, abandoned at a farmstead owned by a family of minotaurs. She was found one morning on their doorstep, stuffed into a braided basket with a note that read Feed Me! on it. While the family already had two children of their own, it wasn't like they had much choice, other than leaving an infant out to die alone in the woods. Fortunately, they were kindhearted souls, and decided to take the little satyr-baby into their home, making her a part of their family. The little sattyress would thus grow up as part of the minotaur farmers' family, helping out in the fields, doing chores and playing, arguing and generally being a family with her adoptive relatives.

... Well, at least she did, until her teen years, where her species' differences from that of the minotaurs began to become more and more prevalent, not to mention frequent. Arguing and disagreements became the nnorm, shirking chores and being subsequently punished (often by spanking) ensued, a feeling of boredom and being forcefully tied down grew ever stronger. Eventually, the family decided to tell their daughter the truth - that she wasn't blood-related to them. This revelation came as no shock to Brandy though, considering she looked, y'know, completely different from the rest of her family. The reason they'd decided to tell her though, was because they had come to realize that despite having been raised and nurtured by them, her inherent nature was just fundamentally different from their own. Keeping Brandy tied down and forced to work at the farm was making her unhappy and lash out, which in turn made her parents - and siblings to a lesser degree - frustrated and sad as well.

It was thus agreed that, once she became a grown-up, she'd get to set out and try looking for a different kind of work that she enjoyed. Her older brother recommended becoming a prostitute, as that was what her body and manners seemed to suggest she'd be best at. He received a rather stern scolding from their mother for that idea. Her older sister recommended becoming a travelling bard or minstrel, since the girl liked to sing and dance... Unfortunately, she wasn't really good at telling stories of a non-raunchy nature, and she couldn't remember historical facts or old myths, much less what she'd had for dinner the previous day. Regardless, they day came when she was old enough, and with excited skipping steps, she went out into the world to seek out a line of work that suited her!

... It would however take the young Satyress another two years, before she finally stumbled upon the Guild of Renta-Experts. Prior to that, she'd worked small odd jobs and part-time shifts at various establishments and stores. Coming to find a place that would allow you to travel all over the world, try your hands at many different things and meet a lot of interesting people, seemed to be a match made in heaven for the little satyress. With her heart set on a life as an exploring, daring adventurer, she returned home to inform her family. As per usual, her brother didn't really care what she did - as the boy had no love for his adoptive little sister at all. The rest of her family though, weren't overly thrilled with this decision, considering the dangers and risk that were associated with it, as well as the financial insecurity.

A lot of discussing, debating and attempting to sway and rationalize for and against the idea was had, over the following week and a half. Eventually though, her kind-hearted parents caved under the extreme stubborness and unrelenting enthusiasm that their youngest child seemed to have for this dream of hers. They gave her their, less than eager, approval and set to outfit her with all the things she'd need for a life on the road. They also made sure to remind her - several dozen times - that she was always welcome to come back home if things didn't work out.

Having a heartfelt goodbye and wishing each other good luck, good health and all that other sappy junk, Brandy finally set off, towards a town known as Litroot, which was the closest G.O.R.E Hall in the area. It was there, in that sleepy little woodland village, that her tale would truly begin!

Dream/Goal:
Brandy's dreams are grand indeed. For she wishes to stand atop all of the world's tallest places, to look down upon all of creation, and sneer, for it all lies at her hooves! She wants to travel and see all of the world, all of its people and, perhaps more importantly, drink all the different kind of booze and eat all the different types of food that're on offer. She also has a minor goal of finding her real parents, and bitch-slapping them when she does.

~ Parameters & Stuff ~

Racial Abilities:

• Alcohol Resistance: As a species that enjoys to imbibe alcholic spirits, Satyrs ad Satyresses are naturally resistant to its effects! This is not an immunity, and they can still get drunk. And often do.
• Musical Talent: Naturally gifted when it comes to music, Satyr and Satyresses can play most instruments quite well, with only minimial training and effort! So unfair.
• Charm Immunity: Due to their rather very active libido, Satyr and Satyresses are not effected by Charm-type spells or abitilies, rendering them completely null and void when used against the species. This does not work against other types of mind-attacks, like Mind Control, Domination, etc.
• Landlocked: Satyr and Satyresses cannot swim. 'Nuff said. Somehow though, Brandy has overcome this disability... Either through training or the bumble-bee effect - in that she's too dumb to know that she isn't supposed to be able to do it.
• Herbivore: As all satyrs, Brandy's not big on eating meat, but like all herbivores, she has a lot more taste-buds!

Statistics:

• STR: 63
• DEX: 72
• VIT: 55
• MND: 34
• INT: 46
• LCK: 66

Spells & Specials:

• Audacious Headbutt: A headbutt, delivered by someone with horns on their head... Ouch. Can stun and daze people, as well as crack their skull... (Active, Physical)
• Twin-Toed Kick: A kick delivered by one of two powerful legs. Powerful, but not very elegant or refined, low accuracy but high impact when it hits. (Active, Physical)
• Mighty Leap: Squat, then push off, for a really high - or long - jump! Allows for high mobility and reaching hard-to-get-to-places. (Utility)
• Boundless Energy: Always running around and being active has made this one exude an almost endless supply of stamina. Getting winded or tired is near unheard of, unless pushed to extremes! (Passive)

Equipment:

• Spiked Club: This simple tool of violence is useful for inflicting pain on others. Of no particular quality or craftmanship.
• Hiker's Backpack: A large, rectangular backpack with a lot of space for carrying things. Has a nice charcoal-grey color and two sturdy, but soft, leather straps for holding.
• Casual Wear Clothes: Clothes for wearing everyday, anywhere!
• Labor Wear Clothes: A set of clothes for when you need to do some actual work!
• Gyaru Wear Clothes: Hor damn~ That's one hellova Gal-outfit you got there! For when you wanna... look... stylish? and... sexy?
• Cute Dress: A cute, but as of yet unidentified, dress. Found and plundered from a chest in an underground crypt.
• Stylish Hairband (Black): A hairband made from black fabric, by Sofia. It's very fashionable and Brandy loves it.
• Minor Ring of Protection: An onyx-studded ring that offers a very mild and minor defense against most forms of damage. Obtained from defeating the Necromancer-gnome Vreznok.
• Fur Scarf: More of a choker, really. Made outta white fur! Comfy and stylish.
• Straw bedroll: The cheapest and most fundamental of bedrolls! Not very comfy or durable, but gets the job done in a pinch.
• Cooking Pot: A small cast iron pot, for cooking. Can be filled with water, used to cook soup or stews! Or any other cuisine you may want. Comes with a handy lid too, and a ladle!
• Cheap Knife: A knife of questionable quality. Looks a bit more lumpy than pointy, but it gets the job done... Maybe. Sometimes.
• Flint stone: A stone, of the flint-variety. Useful for lighting fires. Or hammering things.
• Rope: A length of sturdy, but frayed, rope. Never know when you're gonna need it, or for what! Exciting!
• Bag o'Salt: Yup, that sure is a bag. Full of salt. Don't tear it.
• Waterskin: A handy, corked container, for storing life-supporting H2O! ... Or any other liquid you might prefer.
• Vegetables (x24): A bunch of assorted, unassuming vegetables. Includes carrots, potatoes, broccoli and spinach. Oh, and one white cabbage.
• Wood Mug (x2): A simple mug, made outta wood. Smells a bit funky, but works fine. No risk of breaking it if you drop one either!
• Wood Bowl (x2): A bowl, made outta wood. A bit discolored, but easy to wash and use. Doesn't break easy either!
  Pan Flute: It's a flute, used by pans. And many others for that matter. Cheerful and pleasant, but tricky to play.
• Blanket: A white and black checkered blanket, made out of some soft material. Comfy and warm, and easy to wash too!
• Small Iron Ring: This little thing can be strapped onto your hip, and used to hang stuff from. Like keys. Or tools. Or weapons... Or food!
• Hand File: A key instrument for keeping your nails well maintained! And your hooves.
• Comb of Bone: It's a small comb, made outta bone! For your hair. Or fur. We don't judge.
• Hand Mirror: The smallest and most wieldy of mirrors! Very basic in design. Can be used to look at yourself! Or signal others far away. Or reflect sunlight onto ants. You sick, sick weirdo.
• Sack o'Coins: A money-pouch. It now has a bit of coin in it.
• Wooden Rooster Statuette: A small statue carved from wood in the shape of a rooster. It has the words 'Gnarlton General' scribbled on each wing. Its of no particular craftmanship or quality, but Brandy bought it as a souvenir and memento for her first visit to Gnarlton.

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Guild of Renta-Experts: Info

General Info:

G.O.R.E

Name: The Guild of Renta-Experts
Type: Jack-of-All-Trades Rental Service, Mercenary Contractor, Adventurers' Guild, etc.
Region: All over the place

Description:
The G.O.R.E is the titual faction of this story. They're an organization that employs an all female workforce, taking on virtually any job that applicants and employers may submit them - aside form blatantly illegal or ones that're too questionable and/or could be relegated to your local brothel. The guild accepts 'quests' or jobs from clients, who submit a form and an upfront payment at any G.O.R.E Hall, and the Guild then posts this request on their Quest Board, which their members can then browse and pick the jobs they're best suited for. Once a guild member finishes a job, they return to the nearest G.O.R.E Hall and report their success, after which they're paid the appropriate reward (minus a percentage taken by the Guild, of course).

The Guild employs two types of workers, the first being the administrative and business-managing types who stay at the guild halls all day and do all the paperwork and such. The other, are the Renta-Experts, who accept quests and job-requests and then set out to solve them. To join the guild you only need to fullfil two conditions, the first is that you're a lady, the second that you're at least 15 years of age. Other then that, there are no criteria! ... Of course, the Guild takes no responsability for Renta-Experts taking on jobs and quest that they're not suited to, and cannot be held responsabie for loss of property, pride and/or life as a result.

The Guild has managed to get authorization to operate pretty much everywhere in the world, and has at least one Guild Hall set up in every reasonably sized town, with smaller halls popping up in even small, rural villages. The Guild can accomdate its Renta-Epeerts by preparing carriages or mounts for long travels, supply meals (at a discount price) or provide tips and information about local craftsmen and/or other services in the area that the quest is located. The Guild does however NOT supply free equipment, room and board, free meals or medical benefits. Also, only those employed in management have a steady monthly salary, Renta-Experts only get paid for completing tasks. No worky, no money.

Everey Guild Hall has at least one receptionist, a secretary, a treasuer and a Hall Mistress. Larger halls may have additional duplicates of these positions, or extra staff like custodians and couriers/gophers. As a largely zero-hierarchy enterprise, there are no real ranks or authoritorial positions within the guild, apart form the Hall Mistresses, who oversee and manage their respective hall's day-to-day workings. Hall Mistresses are usually Renta-Experts who've retired from active duty, or have good managekment and leadership abilities, but lack any other real talents. As such, there's really no right or wrong way to interact, but its typically considered good manners to be polite and respectful to those who've worked with the guild longer than yourself. It's also considered bad form to chew out the receptionist when you don't get paid for flunking a mission.

The guild's logo is a fully yeellow background, with a black silhouette of a nine-headed hydra standing on top of a black sphere... Which is supposed to represent the world. The idea is that the Guild can reach anywhere, and they can always regrow their 'heads' even if they get cut off. A lot of members have displayed a desire to have a more affable and cute logo... The founder, however, has yet to yield on this topic, because, as she said in her own words; "But it's so cool!".

Backstory:
The origin of G.O.R.E is a mystery. The only thing that's for sure is that quite some time ago, the mysterious and engimatic founder decided to create the Guild, for reasons and purposes that only she knows. Most members don't care, as long as they get paid.

Important Notes:

Members:

Litroot Hall Mistress

Name: Nimerescha "Nim" Bavaloure
Age: Secret! (But older than all the other girls...)
Gender: Female
Species: Witch

Appearance:

Role: Hall Mistress
Location: Litroot G.O.R.E Hall
Faction: Litroot-branch of G.O.R.E
Disposition: Eternally Moody

Personality:
Nim is a tiny lady, with a big presence. Although her voice, eyes and general experssion exude and air of apathy and complete lack of interest in virtually anything around her, she can somehow still manage to be both commanding and outright frightening when need be. Although typically a solitary person who spends most of her time inside her own office at the Litroot Guild Hall, she does poke her head out once in a while and check up on the girls under her care. As a Hall Mistress, she's vot a very simple protcol and creed; Do as I say and we'll get along. Most sane people follow this simple rule without fail.

While she seems to be uncaring and uninvested in most everything, Nim is actually both perceptive, empathic and incredibly intelligent, not to mention wise and capable. Having lived a long life, she sits on a plethora of accumulated knowledge, life-experience and understanding of the world and its people. While some dismiss her as cold and uncaring, this little witch simply chooses to show concern in her own, limited way, and those who cannot pick up her subtlety are free to think what they want, according to Nim herself. She's tough but fair, moody but genuine, reclusive but diligent. She could likely work at a larger, more important guild hall, if she so desired.

Background:
Nim originally hails from the outskirt regions of Aulder, having grown up in a small witch-community. She states that her childhood and youth wasn't anything special, and she didn't actually join G.O.R.E until she was a "legal adult", whatever that means for witches and warlocks. According to her, she was nothing special - her family was neither poor nor rich, she didn't go to a prestigeous academy, but she did receive an education. Some rumors say she was a prodigy back in her aventuring days, but Nim assures anyone who hears this that those are baseless rumors and exaggerations.

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Litroot Receptionist

Name: Karin Mofumofu
Age: 20+ (It's a secret)
Gender: Female
Species: Tanuki, Raccoon-Dog Spirit

Appearance:

Role: Receptionist
Location: Litroot G.O.R.E Hall
Faction: Litroot-branch of G.OR.E
Disposition: Mildly annoyed

Personality:
Karin is a mature, calm and patient woman, with a very professional behavior. She's polite and friendly, to both clients and fellow guild-members, as well as respctful and accepting of others' and their personal quirks. However, despite looking very seasoned and put-together, karin is actually a bit of a slob when it comes to organization and efficiency. Often-times, she just shoves paperwork and important items haphazardly into her workspace, having to rummage and search around for them later once they're needed. She's also a bit lazy, having actually requested to be transfered to a remote, out-of-the-way guild hall, so as to not have to do a lot of actual, administrative work. Luckily for her, only her superiors and the hall mistress at Litroot actually know the truth about her, whereas the Renta-Experts at the guild hall have the utmost respect for her (seemingly) composed and hard-working visage.

She isn't a saint though, and has been known to both scold and harshly reprimand Renta-Experts who've failed or fudged up their jobs... Mostly because the clients come and complain to her, which means more work for her. She's also a bit touchy about her age, not revealing it to anyone, and being somewhat defensive when it comes to the topic of getting a man or getting married or starting a family... She's also terrible at holding her liquor and gets drunk very easily... And gets quite mouthy when drunk. Still, she does put effort into her appearance and manners when on the job.

Background:
Karin hails from the far east originally, belonging to a house of wealthy merchants. She received education in both domestic and foreign languages, economics and was groomed to be a prim and proper lady. The reasons why she left her home and travelled so far are currently unknown.

Voice Color Code: 00a99d

[The Irish Tree]

Alice, the Werewolf

Name: Alice Keller
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Lycanthrope (Werewolf)

Appearance

Height:5'8"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Yellow

Personality: Much like many werewolves, Alice is a very hyperactive and energetic individual that is borderline obsessed with her craft of alchemy. She is the type to excitedly show off a new potion she's made, or explain sciences that nobody really understands without realizing she sounds crazy. She's more than a bit eccentric, often asking for people to test her potions and brews, but she always mean well. When she's faced with losing something she likes being taken away from her though, Alice becomes very irritable and grouchy, not wanting to give up anything she owns. As such, her travelling pack is filled to the brim with junk that only she knows the purpose of. She isn't the type to hold grudges, and will often try and help those who have wronged her, doing what her father said as "Being the bigger dog giving a bone."

Likes: Alcohol, sunny days, the smell of cooked meat, partying, camping, and gnawing on monster bones.
Dislikes: Loud noises, slimes, full moons, mice.
Hobbies: Brewing, alchemy, making friends, digging.

Background: It isn't often that a member of a lower-class household receives the chance to enter into the Alchemist's guild. Born the daughter of a family of mines in her home-village in Gromril's territory, Alice was destined to do as her family had done for generations: toil in the mines and probably die from a cave-in like good 'ol grandpapa Morgan, if not for the girl's curious fascination with plants and herbs that would have her attempting to pursue a career in being first a pharmacist, then an alchemist. The reason? Her sickly mother was often bed-ridden, meaning her dad needed to work twice as hard to support them in their little home. They often couldn't afford much medicine, so Alice, naive as she was, started poking around the snowy wilderness to find herbs to boil for tea. It tasted awful and didn't really help much, but her mother's smile was what drove her to want to help people as a job.

Admittance to the Alchemist's guild is barred by a strict entrance examination and a large cover fee, most of which Alice saved up for entirely on her own by working three different jobs, 7 days a week while studying from a dusty old tome: "Alchemical Studies for the Novice". It was an arduous process just to get in, but her family was happy that she found a path in life that didn't involve digging up rocks for the rest of her life. On especially hard nights, her father would drink and try and raise his daughter's spirits, joking that once she learned how to brew potions, she should learn to brew beer and open up a family brewery.

Before the girl could fully graduate from her guild apprenticeship, her mother passed away from her perpetual sickness. Wanting nothing more than the impossible, Alice would graduate and seek to innovate in alchemical medicine, wanting to make sure that the sickness that struck her mother down would never hurt anyone again. She left a large portion of her grant money at home and joined G.O.R.E. as soon as she graduated, departing from her home with a promise to her father; She'd invent the best medicine, and make him the best beer he'd ever had when she made it big. When asked why she wanted to join, Alice simply stated: "A place that exists to help people is where I want to be. I can't help everyone if I'm stuck in one place!" She has only been with G.O.R.E. for about a week now, and her most dangerous work consisted of rescuing a cat from a tree.

...Now, she just has to survive being an alchemist with almost no combat experience, and test out her brews and medicines until they're perfect. Easier said than done, but since when were dreams ever easy?

Dream/Goal: Creation of a catch-all panacea for any disease, to re-create the divine drink of the gods, Ambrosia, and to potentially find a dinosaur skeleton to eat. ...Girl's gotta have goals.

~ Parameters & Stuff ~

Racial Abilities:

• Darkvision: Can see just as well in the dark as in brightly lit places.
• Bloody Moon: In times of a full moon, a lycanthrope's full might is revealed at the cost of their sanity and intelligence for the night that follows. Raises physical stats greatly while decreasing mental stats to nearly 0.
• Unholy Blood: Her lycanthropic heritage means that silver is poisonous against her, with the trade-off being that she can continually heal herself over time against most non-silver-inflicted injuries.

Statistics:

• STR: 37 (95)
• DEX: 45 (90)
• VIT: 57 (100)
• MND: 91 (20)
• INT: 83 (5)
• LCK: 76 (???)

Spells & Specials:

• Alchemix: With a bonafide degree from the Alchemist's guild, Alice is legally (and sometimes very illegally) capable of alchemizing substances. This can range from healing potions, bombs, poisons, and even stuff that she's not legally allowed to tell people. All she needs are ingredients and time, and Alice can make just about any kind of potion.
• Lycanthropic Fighting: While she doesn't like the prospect of fighting unarmed, Alice's claws are exceptionally sharp, making her a dangerous melee combatant...or at least she would be if her form of fighting wasn't flailing her arms to try and claw people. She's better off using her potions to fight.
• Sniffer Sleuth: Regardless of how human she appears, Alice is a werewolf. As such she inherits the sense of smell of a wolf, allowing her to track down virtually anyone or anything within a few miles of a scent, so long as they don't mask it intentionally. This makes finding ingredients very easy.
• Legendary Awoo: Doggos are loud. Alice is capable of letting out a high-pitched howl that, though non-magical, is loud enough to cause creatures with sensitive hearing to flinch.

Equipment:

• Alchemist's Gauntlets: A set of gauntlets designed to handle hot and hazardous materials, looking much like a set of oven mitts. But alchemy-y.
• Knick-Knack-Sack: A backpack mounted constantly on Alice's back that is roughly the size of half of her body. And then some. Its as wide as she is tall, and is stuffed full of knick knacks and ingredients that she insists are vital to her alchemy. Someday, she wants to get a bag of holding instead.
• Clothen Bedroll: A simple linen bedroll that's easy to roll up, and even easier to fall asleep on.
• Papa's Brush: A thick-bristled brush that has seen much use over the years. Alice's father used to brush her hair and tail with it, and she's never once used a different brush. ...Kinda telling, given how much of a mess her hair can be.
• Glass Bottles x20: Glass bottles of various sizes, all perfect for fitting a potion for one person.
• Mug x2: Wooden tankards that look just downright lonely without some ale poured in them.
• "Research Grant" pouch: A sack that SHOULD be filled with grant money to fund alchemical research, but is currently flat and empty.
• Ultra-Deluxe Bone: A nearly unbreakable bone that Alice carries in her sack. Great for gnawin', or bashin'. Touch at your own peril.
• Sling: A simple leather sling. Useful for making potions and bombs become mobile.
• Empty Sack: A big burlap sack. Perfect for holding things.
• Canned Rations: Simple canned beef and carrots. Good for a hearty meal. Can-opener included on her fingers.
• Mother's Pendant: A momento of Alice's mother, who passed away before seeing her daughter graduate. Alice's most prized possession. Alice has enchanted the metal to stay clean, meaning it can never rust.
• Mortar and Pestle: Partners in crime! Good for smashing up ingredients into fine powder or liquid.
• Brewery Pipe: An intricate alchemical device that is the method by which Alice makes many of her alchemical items.
• Encyclopedia Botanica/Animalia/Allthingsia: A big book that is made by Alice, bound in simple leather. It is a working list of every ingredient she has come across.
• Flashpowder Bombs x2: Simple bombs that explode when they shatter on the ground. Does a light amount of damage, but makes a huge noise.
• Potions of Restoration x4: Effectively, healing potions but if they had the added benefit of curing non-magical diseases.
• Swiftthorn Poison: A dangerous poison that, when it enters the user's body, gives them an acute heightening of their pain receptors, making it feel like even walking is painful. Made from the Swiftthorn Vine, known for its territorial nature.
• Thundercracker: A bomb that Alice says is only for "emergencies". She has said it may have enough power to break a boulder into pebbles, but only carries one for safety purposes.
• Holy Water x3: Vials of water blessed with various holy-aligned herbs. Despite being holy, its basically water with a specific oil from the leaves mixed in. Effective at repelling the undead.

[The Irish Tree]

Sofia Lenkov, the Duchess of Destruction

Name: Sofia Lenkov
Age: 426 (Died at age 22, resurrected roughly six years before the event of the roleplay)
Gender: Female
Species: Undead Revenant

Appearance

Height: 5'9"
Hair Color: Gray
Eye Color: Orange

Personality: A staunch believer in individuality, Sofia has taken it upon herself to leave everyone she meets with a lasting impression of her greatness. A wanderlusting child at heart, she constantly dreams of being an adventuring hero like her first childhood crush some centuries ago. She takes great pride in herself and her skills, but because of that tends to let failures or embarrassments go to her head quite a bit. Despite her theatrics and heroic aspiring, she's actually a somewhat timid person that is afraid of other people rejecting her. As such, she hides behind a mask of bombastic power to avoid reproach.

Likes: Needlework, speaking, reveling in praise from others, stargazing, hugging living beings
Dislikes: Boredom, unimaginative people, worms
Hobbies: Sewing, archery, sketching

Background: The childhood next-door neighbor (formerly) tomboy friend of the hero of legend! Despite her absolute insistence that he was smitten with her as a kid, he would leave and go on to change the world forever. Sofia, wanting to one day grow strong enough to help him, would go off on her own adventure...

Only to have it unceremoniously cut short by a tumble down a cliff.

Now, resurrected in the current age, Sofia still strives to become a hero worthy of her former (totally requited) love.

Dream/Goal: To not only become a hero worthy of the promise she made as a child, but to find the grave of her childhood friend.

~ Parameters & Stuff ~

Racial Abilities:

• Undead: Healing energies and Negative energies are reversed against Sofia, meaning that a healing potion would harm her, and a poisonous concoction would heal her. Also, spells that detect "living" beings do not detect her.
• Unholy Existence: Merely being Undead means that she is weak against Holy magic. However, this also means that Unholy and Cursed items heal and strengthen her.
• Grudge: As Revenants are formed from strong willed zombies with deep-rooted regrets, they are highly resistant to forms of mental manipulation magic.

Statistics: (Stats range from 1-100. The higher the number, the better that stat is. STR is for physical stuff, DEX is for agility and finesse, VIT is endurance and stamina, MND is for magic and magic resist, INT is for how smart and stuff you are, LCK is for how (un)luckt you are)
STR: 44
DEX: 100
VIT: 62
MND: 72
INT: 51
LCK: 1

Spells & Specials:

• Curse-bind Shot: A simple curse is placed upon one of Sofia's arrows, causing it to swerve to hit whatever she desires. While it isn't wholly accurate, this can mean she can make some impossible shots by bending an arrow slightly around a tree or other form of cover. (Active/Magical)
• Silkbinding Master: Her bow isn't the only trick up Sofia's sleeve, as her talent at being a seamstress has lead her to be able to manipulate string and silk by cursing it. These cursed threads can be used to bind someone, or as an improvised melee weapon (Active/Physical)
• Avatar of Misfortune: Somehow, in some way, something bad WILL always happen with Sofia around. As for whether that happens to her or the people she faces off with...nobody knows. Sometimes she'll slip and knock an arrow that misses, and sometimes a guy might fall onto his own sword. Life's like that. (Passive)
• Ranger's Ire: Rangers are people that dedicate their lives in pursuit of killing ONE thing better than anyone else. And for Sofia, it is worms. Not like, dragon wyrms. Just...worms.
  
  Some of them can get pretty big, according to legend.

Equipment:

• Giga Machina Thanatos Two: The prized bow of Sofia. Despite the intimidating form and name it...just seems to be a regular bow.
• Goddess of Night's Impeccable Apparel: A very nice and stylish set of padded armor modeled off of Sofia's... "unique" fashion sense. Despite the gaps in it, it keeps her very warm and comfortable. She proclaims it wards off all danger and injury aside from holy light, but that's just wishful thinking.
• Accursed Quiver of Balenlow: This one actually does something. It is a quiver that is perpetually full of arrows, each seeping with the curse of the quiver that prevents the user from ever using anything save for a bow. ...Of course, curses don't really work on the undead, and as such it indirectly makes each arrow fired by her more dangerous than normal, hitting with a small blast of negative energy.
• Sunscreen: SPF 60. Being undead, Sofia has to take care of her skin more than most. Her routine seems to work fine, as it is hard to tell she's undead unless you notice the actual palor of her skin.
• Compass of Wayfinding: A small magical item that, when held over a point on an accurate map, will point you in the direction of that place.
• Poison Flasks x3: Cheap swill that wouldn't kill a rat, but will heal Sofia's undead body a bit when she is damaged.
• Weaver of Fate, Destiny, and Protection: Sofia's sewing kit.