[CHAR] New Frontiers: A High Fantasy RTD (Moved to Casual)

[Citrus]

Hider

Name: Sylvia "Blue-Ribbon" Landfall

Race/Gender: Human, Female

Appearance: Standing a mighty 4'10", and scrawny... Long black hair tied up in a length of expensive blue ribbon. Shocking blue eyes, and soft pale skin. The word thief carved into her chest at the collarbone. She is also missing a finger on her left hand.

Background (Optional): She ran away from home at a young age, and bounced around from unpleasant gangs, to even less pleasant bandit camps. She's never let her standing in the hierarchy get her down, and has always kept a smiling and happy attitude. She is no stranger to handling a knife, and is often found wielding one when in combat... though just about anything with a point will satisfy her desire to be armed.

Personality (Optional): While most in her situation and background would have broken and given in to nihilism. Sylvia keeps her spirits high, always thankful to make a score... and always keeping her eyes peeled for loose purse strings.

Inventory: A large dagger, leather cuirass

[VeyrinDay]

Kitra

Name: Kitra
Race/Gender: Human Female
Appearance:
Kitra is a fair woman in her early 20s with tall, slim, hourglass figure, and noticeable well-groomed back-length straight black hair. Her pair of almond-shaped violet eyes contrasted with her porcelain colored skin, along with the straight nose and thin lips. The clothes she wears are mostly fancy with her fondness of exposing her midriff, low enough that one could notice her navel. Her movements are finely-controlled at most, though she can't do anything about the subtle but noticeable sways her lower body makes as she walks.

Background:
Who is she? A skilled song-maker, playwriter, poet, singer; literary artist in general with a knack for combat fencing and acrobatics.
What does she want? To travel to exotic faraway lands for her literary research.
Why she needs to do it? The audience count of her show and the sales of her novels dropped, she needs more creative ideas.
Why she needs to start it immediately? Her saving is dwindling.

Personality:
Base demeanor
O: Open-minded and creative
C: Focused
E: Ambivert
A: Empathetic
N: Calm
Approaches: Introverted, Observing, Feeling-oriented, Prospecting (ISFP)
Likes: Music, plays, poem, stories, visual aesthetics of humanoid physiques
Dislikes: Bullies, social justice warriors with foul mouth

Inventory:
- the basics, adventuring gear and a set amount of rations
- a short sword and leather vest
- nice dress, functioning enough for adventure, fancy enough for social events
- a lute

[Cao the Exiled]

Squee Gro-Mok

~General Info~

Name: Squee Gro-Mok
Race: Goblin
Occupation/Trade: Kensai/Sword Saint
Gender: Male
Age: 28

~Appearance~

Squee is only 3 foot 5 inches tall, emerald green skin with bright red eyes. He typically wears traveling robes and kimono with an ajirogasa hat. When he is expecting combat or a dual permits it, he usually wears a leather Jerkin.

~Gear and equipment~

Perfered Weapon: The Katana (modified to his size).
Perfered Fight Style: Jigen-ryu and Taekwondo

Armor:
Traveling robes and kimono
Leather jerkin
Ajirogasa hat

Weapons:
Basic katana (goblin size)

Gear:
Backpack
Few days rations
Water skin

~Status/Skills/Abilities~

Nothing for now.

[Kiragan_Natsuki]

Sigmar Frostborn

"I was born in a land of ice and snow. My steel is as cold as the northern wind, and my heart is as fierce as the wolf."

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Name:

Sigmar Frostborn, Son of Hrolfdir, Gray Wolf of the North

Race/Gender:

Human/Male

Physical Appearance:

Sigmar stands a few heads taller than most men at 6'5'' and weighs around 290 lbs. His body, honed and chiseled by years of warfare, bears many scars and abrasions, as well as several markings. He has long, stringy blonde hair and a beard ending in a firmly knotted braid. His left eye, which is missing, has a long, jagged scar over it.

Background:

The scars on Sigmar's body and face tell the story of a man. A man who had to fight for everything he once had...only to lose it all in one fell swoop. He remembers the day they came, how the crows cawed and cackled fluttering through the gray skies above. The pungent smell of smoke mingling with the iron scent of blood in the air.

He remembers racing through the snow, pushing his way through the thick pines and evergreens, the columns of black smoke billowing into the heavens. Then came the screams, such...horrible, dreadful sounds. He emerged from the forest...but it was too late. Bodies lay everywhere, some mangled beyond all comprehension, bodies of loved ones, of kin...their faces frozen in their last moments of terror, arrows like reeds sticking up from their badly burned and mutilated flesh.

His wolven eyes fell upon the men who did this, then suddenly...everything went black.

When he awoke, they were all dead, torn to pieces, the snow dyed red with their blood and sinew. The flames had long subsided, thatched huts and longhouses left smoldering, piles of ash and burnt wood forever smoldering in the chilling northern breeze.

He arose to his feet, taking it all in, a stray tear streaming down his scarred cheek. It was gone...everything. He had nothing left.
No choice but to leave, to wander this world alone, forever haunted, forever scarred and broken.

Personality:

Everywhere Sigmar goes, he carries the painful memories of loss, his regret not to have saved those he loved, and his absolute hatred for any who commit the same foul atrocities upon others. He's a man of few words, but when he speaks, he speaks from the heart. He values honor and loyalty most and frowns at cowardice.
In battle, he is relentless towards his enemies. He will spare no one the bite of his steel.

Inventory:

Weapon:
-One handed war axe

Clothing & Armor:
-Studded leather brigandine
-Round shield
-Wool Tunic & Pants
-Fur Cloak
-Fur lined hide boots

Equipment:
-Standard leather satchel w/rations
-Goatskin of water
-Tankard