[OOC] Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

[Rune_Alchemist]

@PaulHaynek

Ey, don't worry about it. Not everyone needs some super amazing backstory. Interesting. Former apostle who basically deserted. Well, bet they're not too happy about that. I see nothing wrong here, though if you could tell me how long he's been in dawn that'd be lovely.

@Click This
As discussed, she looks good. No glaring issues on my end that I see that need to be addressed. I'll be interested to see how the two raam potentially interact. Regardless, i'm assuming she's only arrived in dawn shortly after the blizzard ended? Seems a lot of people are doing that, huhu. Not that its a problem.

@A Lowly Wretch

Would have been nice if you had asked me about some of the stuff in the bio, but overall its not too bad. Being a 'simple hunter' is a high honor among the Valtem. Means your probably capable of killing most hostile sea life by yourself or with a small group. Basically she'd have been a small bit of a celebrity and probably wouldn't have been talked down to no matter what she looked like.

Not all Valtem are some siren/mermaid-esque creature, either. While I used Zora as an example for how they generally should look on average, special cases are there and often seen as blessed in some manner by Lavetha. Not that it changes much, but that means she's being sort of disingenuous with her motivations and 'being made fun of' since that wouldn't have been a thing. Her frightening visage might have very well been considered a blessing, especially if it makes others absolutely terrified of her in a very predatory way.

As long as your cool with the above, then, I see no reason to make an changes.

@VitaVitaAR
Excellent profile as always. I've got nothing to say or no major issues here, friendo. I'll be going with you were tasked by the King himself to do this and I'll send ya the details of how that'd go once everything gets going...and since I'm playing Navi the fairy, I'll get up a small CS for her soon once that happens as well.

[PaulHaynek]

@Rune_Alchemist

Well he ran away before he could become an Apostle. Does that still count as desertion?

Anyway, I figured Tarryon has stayed in Dawn for about a week or so but I'm open to changing it.

[Rune_Alchemist]

@PaulHaynek
They are a strict para-military religious cult

So yes, they're not very fun lol

Nah that's cool. A week is fine. Plenty of time to get acquainted and get himself safe enough to survive.

[A Lowly Wretch]

@Rune_Alchemist Here's an updated version of Mathy with some changes to help her fit the world better.

Brokentoothed Mathy The Rock-Biter

Name: Brokentoothed Mathy The Rock-Biter.
Gender: Female.
Race: Valtem.
Appearance:

She's relatively short and scaley to boot. While her species varies from person to person she's something of an atypical specimen. Her scales are a pallid green color reminiscent of rotting fish. Her hair is long, straight and blacker than the depths of the sea. It's also typically wet much like most of herself. Physically if one were to describe her from looking at her they'd probably say something to the effect of "If someone gave an eel arms and a human-ish head." The head is only human-ish as her teeth set her well apart from even her more fang-laden sisters as her teeth, like a shark's, grow endlessly. This means she has to essentially break her own teeth down just so they'll still fit in her mouth. This process leaves her mouth continuously bleeding from her cracked teeth, nerves often left exposed which is quite painful indeed. Her tongue is also much too long, fitting awkwardly in her mouth and also possessing a row of teeth. Her outer teeth are more for biting into prey while her tongue tears chunks off and swallows them. Adding to the blood that drips from her broken teeth is the cuts along her tongue as her speaking often results in her biting her tongue often. Her eyes are a cold, dark grey with a predator's gleam. This all comes together to create the menacing visage of this sorry creature.

Bio:

When one rolls the lottery of life some people win and some people lose. Mathy is one such loser.

She was born to a caring mother amist a pod of her sisters but unlike them she was never the same. Unlike them she lacked legs and had a mouth in her tongue. Unlike them her teeth grew too fast for her small jaw, forcing her to chew stones and bones in order to break down her teeth just so they'd fit in her face. Unlike them she could not bend the waters. Unlike them she was unfit for the role of priestess. They tried to help her fit in but much like her own tongue she found great difficulty in it.

Of course, this was not long to last. During a fateful trip to teach her how to hunt their group was captured by a bastelian raid ship. Her mother and a few of her sisters were killed in the conflict. She and the rest which remained were taken and thrown in chains. A sorry fate indeed.

Eventually they docked and she was sold off to a local fish marketer who put her to work gutting and cleaning fish along with other demeaning chores. She worked for many long painful years before a massive tidal wave hit the port, causing a great deal of damage and providing the perfect opportunity for her to escape.

From then on she traveled the shores, unable to find a place to call home, shying away from civilization and hunting fish in the wild waters. She followed a school of fish, migrating across the waters for three long years. They were quite calm and peaceful but ultimately lonely as well. Though antisocial she definitely felt the isolation and home sickness.

This lasted until she happened upon a peaceful fishing canoe from the harbor of Dawn. They had a nice pile of fish so she figured she'd pop up, scare them and steal their fish however when she surfaced one gave her a wave. It wasn't an attack or a frightened cry but something far more peaceful. The attention also made her self conscious so she dove back down, hiding beneath the depths.

She was wary and cynical towards the world but the people from that boat gave her something she hadn't had before: Hope. The people of this town might not be as bad as the awful, foul tempered cat people she had been enslaved by. Perhaps these people wouldn't try to attack her or bind her in chains again. When she peaked out they greeted her and she greeted them back. Their greeting was short lived and she dove back under into the safety of the waters of course but it was a start.

She had made a decent living now at age twenty, still gutting and cleaning fish but now she was keeping her own profits. Perhaps one day she could be her own boss and make a real move towards becoming a full fledged business fish.

Well, at least until she got turned into an ice cube.

Goals:

To become wealthy and powerful enough to never be anyone else's servant ever again.

Skills:

|Spear Fishing Sea-Warrior|: She has been trained since a young age the art of hunting with a spear. Her main prey was fish both big and small and it was typically underwater. Still, she's fit and strong thanks to all the swimming and spear-stabbing.

|Butcher|: She's no stranger to the insides and out of various creatures, especially marine life forms. She's quite accustomed to the meats of many different things and is skilled in both skinning and scaling the dead. Her knife-work is quite impressive on living things too.

|Blessing of Unknown|: Blood carries the gift of an unspoken heritage. Only fate may decide when truth sparks.

Inventory:

A fishing spear.
A net for holding fish.
A purse for holding coins.

Extra note: Her name's actually Macilia but due to her speech impediment aka her teeth people hear it as "Mathy" and have dubbed her as such.

Hope she sparks your interest.

[Guy0fV4lor]

The Lost Apostle

Name: Finnegan Connors
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

Finnegan is a 5'11" light-skinned Man of twenty years with dark hair and lustrous hazel eyes. His build is relatively slim with just enough muscle to be considered suitable as a Soldier. Strangely, he lacks any scars save for a deep, hard-edged burn upon his right palm in the shape of a gear.

The Lost Soldier

Born as an unwanted middle child to struggling farmfolk in a Village just West of Aventhrone; Finnegan's youth was anything but pleasant. Often the child would be blamed for any misfortune that would befall the family farm-- and the fact he didn't share the same burly nature as his father or siblings only made it all the worse. Had a farm animal escaped it's pen and run off? Finnegan must've forgotten to shut the gate. Stored goods ruined by a rainstorm? Finnegan had to be the one who'd left it all uncovered. Money missing from the emergency fund hidden in the pantry? Undoubtedly Finnegan who stole from it. Were the Winter food stores running low? The little bastard Finn must be sneaking food in the night!

Even despite this treatment, despite the blame, the young boy did all he could to try and escape the scapegoat role he'd been born into. From feeding the livestock at first light, to shoveling shit from the pens, to even skipping meals to help save what food the family had. Day after day after day the boy ran himself ragged trying to prove himself to his family; to be good enough in his parents' eyes that he could at least feel wanted. To at least let him feel needed, if only slightly. Sixteen years he toiled, not once asking his parents to recognize his efforts; waiting for his mother or father to notice it themselves.

How naïve.

Rather than recognize Finnegan's efforts, all the lad's efforts were instead attributed to his elder brother; the pride of the household, and his younger brother; whom his parents doted on. After a season of especially bad harvest... Finn was thrown to the streets; deemed to be far more of a burden than he was worth. Already malnourished and in poor health-- the young man barely managed to survive. As far as the wider community was concerned-- he was nothing more than a simple pest; surviving off food stolen from composting piles, that wouldn't survive the end of winter...

But, as fate would have it-- the people of Finnegan's humble village were proven wrong.

It was when the lad lay nearly starved to death on the roadside, that a stranger thrust a small loaf of bread into the young man's hands; and made an offer that sounded nigh too good to be true. The stranger's name was Gaelan; an Apostle Missionary traveling the region to recruit new members to the order. The Apostles offered food, shelter, camaraderie, faith, and most important of all-- purpose. Without so much as a second thought Finnegan took Gaelan's hand readily, thrilled to know he was finally wanted somewhere.

Of all the new recruits to walk the ancient halls of Aventhrone that year-- Finnegan was by far the worst off. Despite having all the food and drink and shelter he could possibly need, undoing the damage of the years he'd suffered was a slow process. From the first days of his training, Finn's emaciated body struggled to keep up with the physical ability of his peers. Day after day his fellow recruits made leaps and bounds of progress, where his own was more akin to a crawl... Eventually, a majority of the Drill Instructors had all but given up on providing the boy with instruction-- save for one man.

Finnegan's first encounter with Drill Marshal Dearan was in his third week of training. The recruits had been training with spears; the staple weapon of the Apostle Militia forces, when the thick head of a cane would strike young Finn in the back. From that day forward-- the grizzled old Drill Marshal watched the boy like a hawk, his cane making swift correction to even the smallest of mistakes. Often the Drill Marshal would even keep Finnegan late after the trainings to further beat the lessons into the poor boy.

Day. After day. After day.

Come week six, the boy that had nearly failed out of the program entirely was able to keep pace with the other recruits. On the day of graduation-- Finnegan would be stopped by Drill Marshal Dearan for the last time, not for another beating; but rather to commend the unceasing efforts and focus the boy had displayed. With a wide grin, the former knight wished the boy luck in his future within the Apostles; forcing the lad to promise that he wouldn't forget the lessons he'd been taught before finally releasing him to join the rest of his class.

For many in that class of recruits, it was the first step into whatever grand adventure awaited them--

But not for Finnegan.

Whereas many of his peers would be sent off on various deployments and expeditions to fight against Raam, Bastelian slavers, beasts, and the like, Finnegan was given guard duty. For the next four long years, Finnegan would remain a Gatekeeper at Aventhrone. Though he'd get to overhear all about the various expeditions and journeys of those that came and went from the ancient Cathedral-- there was often little to do, and even less to report at the end of the day.

Until the fateful day a small expedition team's porter took ill from food poisoning just as the group exited the front gate. With little time to find suitable replacement, and unable to wait for the man's condition to improve... The Martial leading the expedition; an officer within 'The Serpent's Fang', pointed at the the on-duty gatekeeper and ordered that he would come in place of the original porter. In no place to refuse such an order, and more than willing to comply-- Finnegan Connors would join the trek to the North, and at long last, he'd finally have a chance to prove himself...

Or so he thought.

Fragments

A deep cave.

Deep. Down. Dark.

A frozen river. A shimmering light.

A grasping hand. Shouting. Crackling.

Cold. Darkness. Cant breathe. Drowning.

Grasping. Clawing. Anything. Don't sink deeper.

Cold. Freezing. Dying. FIGHT!

Holding something warm. Comforting.

Cold gone. Pain gone. Peace.

Odd noises. Ticking? See something. What? Echoes. Who? Saying what?

One voice. Clear. Can hear.

Fading. Quieter.

Silence.

A drenched body upon the Icewind's shore...

Goals:

Purpose; a reason to exist, to be needed. For most of his life, Finn lacked any real purpose from day to day. But since receiving his God's revelation-- he has at long last found a purpose to call his own; to use his newfound blessings to help as many of his fellow man as he possibly can whilst he seeks further revelation from his God.

Skills

[Adaptability]

_{Humans, while they bear no special natural born talents, their limit for growth and power is near infinite should they choose to cultivate said power. They, in their finite lives will find it easier to learn new skills and adapt to new situations if they put their mind to it.}

[Basic Spearmanship]

_{The Apostles' Drill Corps has seen to it that even the most lacking of Apostle recruits can display basic competency with a weapon. Though lacking any measure of talent when it comes weapons or fighting, Finnegan was held to no less a standard than any of his peers; quickly earning him the 'special attention' of one Drill Corps member in particular... Rest assured-- the basic handling of a spear has been t h o r o u g h l y beaten into the lad.}

Who the FUCK taught you to hold a spear like that!?! I'd better see that hand placement fixed and that horrific FUCKING stance tightened up before I come over there and put my boot up your ass!

Drill Marshal Dearan

[A Nameless Revelation (Renewal)]

A glimpse taken into The Nameless God's unfathomable and ancient divinity-- granting; in small part, an innate understanding of one of his domains! By calling upon the wisdoms bestowed by his revelation, Finnegan is able to cast miracles of Renewal! These miracles typically function similarly to various healing magics, but who's to say what other uses they may hold?

Only with time, shall answers come.

--and from it's end, the world anew is born! Risen from the ash of what hath come before!

Ancient Whisperings

Inventory:

• Gatekeeper's Horn.
• Gambeson
• Expedition pack
• Waterlogged Rations
• Hunting Knife
• Tabard (Apostle Heraldry)
• Iron spear {LOST}

[Guy0fV4lor]

Forgot to tag you but here it is @Rune_Alchemist!

[Rune_Alchemist]

...and thus the judgement shall commence.

Come tomorrow morning, I will lay down my final acceptances.

[Crimson Paladin]

Here's my CS

Cleric of Delphiti

Name: Augis

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Augis stands at around 5'9". Beneath his headdress, he has short hair and blue eyes.

Bio:
Augis was born in Dawn. His parents were hunters who one day never returned from a hunt, leaving the young Augis to survive by delivering messages and doing odd jobs. It was a difficult life for a child, but he managed to adapt. As he grew older there were opportunities for him to learn a trade such as hunting, fishing, or crafting, but he neglected these in favor of the only life he knew- being a courier. In his teenage years he moved up from carrying messages around town to traveling between settlements, spreading news, conveying messages, and occasionally delivering physical items. It was dangerous work spent far from home, but he didn't have much that was tying him to dawn, and didn't particularly care about the risk. After all, he had so far managed to keep himself out of trouble.

His luck would run out one day when he found himself surrounded by a pack of aggressive flightless birds while conveying some news between towns. He would have died there if it were not for a wandering cleric of Delphiti that happened upon them. The priest leapt into the fray, bashing in the birds' heads with a mace and then healing Augis' wounds. It was this near-death experience, this meeting with this most fascinating person, that inspired him to forsake the simple, easy path and to delve into the life of a devotee of Delphiti. He spent the next couple of years traveling with the priest and learning the ways of the goddess. It was a rather difficult endeavor even for one accustomed to hardship, but Augis endured and after several years was formally made a cleric.

When he returned home, he was a changed man almost indistinguishable from the delivery boy the people of Dawn once knew him as. He doesn't know if he'll stay in Dawn or if his service to Delphiti will take him elsewhere, but for the time being he settled into a role of assisting Akala, typically taking care of matters outside of the temple.

Goals:
Augis' goal is to serve the will of Delphiti, to carry out his duties to cultivate trials and heroism. The goddess has a goal, and it's his job to not only make it happen, but to help the others in their own journey. He's not too confident in his ability to do the latter, however- he may understand the basic concepts of heroism, but he fears he's too inexperienced, that any guidance would be "the blind leading the blind", so to speak.

Skills:
Adaptability: Humans, while they bear no special natural born talents, their limit for growth and power is near infinite should they choose to cultivate said power. They, in their finite lives will find it easier to learn new skills and adapt to new situations if they put their mind to it.

Cleric of Delphiti: Augis has been blessed with magics of healing, bolstering, and purification. As service to the goddess of trials and heroism requires one to face peril at times, he has become a decent fighter with a mace, and has enough strength and endurance to use it adeptly. While he is not a master in either martial nor magical skills, they synergize fairly well- as a fighter, he can augment his mace arm or close his wounds, and as a healer, he can use his mace to perform "preventative healing". He also possesses knowledge of basic religious rituals and lore.

Unyielding Spirit: To a cleric of the goddess of trials and heroism, every challenge is a trial being watched by the goddess, and for one's spirit to waver or be found wanting is a worse fate than death. When the magic of healing and bolstering fails, his will is such that he can push his body to its very limits, pushing through any pain, exhaustion, and injuries. His body can still fail, of course, and the strain on his body will immediately catch up to him once he perceives that the "trial" has concluded.

Inventory: Augis' belongings include his somewhat odd-looking priestly garb, a mace with the head in the shape of a full moon, and a scroll with religious texts written upon it. He also carries a few pieces of his old traveling equipment, consisting of a knife and tinderbox.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Alright, after some deliberation, the judgements have been made

@ERode's Atzi

@Crusader Lord's Nylah

@VitaVitaAR's Seelay

@Click This's Lissa

@Cu Chulainn's Gideon

@Pyromania99's Vammessa

Are the characters I'll be accepting. Feel free to move them all over to the Character tab at your earliest convenience. Honestly, this really wasn't easy. I considered adding a seventh but I have to tell myself no repeatedly.

@Crimson Paladin@PaulHaynek@A Lowly Wretch@Guy0fV4lor
Sadly this means you four won't be joining us. I really would have liked to see shenanigans with Finnegan or the Moonpriest and Akala, or how a lazy noble or outcast Valtem might have brought and I have to thank everyone for being so eager to make a CS and work on getting a character right, but as it stands I think this would be the most fair.

I'll be seeing Crimson and Guy in the storm cycle...where I fully expect Guys 5headness to come into play sooner or rather than later.

[Guy0fV4lor]

Whaaaaaaaaat? No 5headedness here. Definitely not.

But regardless, despite not making the cut-- thanks for at least letting me give it the old college try.

[PaulHaynek]

Ah well. No edgy boi for me.

[Queen Arya]

Hihi! The rp looks really interesting but I see that you guys are full! If spots ever open back up, I'd love a shot at one ^^

Good Luck! @Rune_Alchemist

[Rune_Alchemist]

@Queen Arya

Hey, thanks for the interest!

Yeah we're full but I'll make sure to add ya to a list just in case I get some openings~

[Queen Arya]

@Rune_Alchemist That would be great ^^, I'll probably stalk the thread cause I'm nosy anyways!

[Crimson Paladin]

Here's my CS submission:

Novak

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Armored appearance

Name: Novak
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Novak appears to be a young blue-eyed man of unclear origin. The clothing he was found with suggests a martial background, but he had no scars or identifying marks. After a year of traveling with Mie and training with her warriors, however, he now bears his share of scars beneath his clothing.
Bio:
Novak is an amnesiac; he knows nothing about his past, or how he found himself waking up waking up in a small roadside ruin, devoid of memory but fortunately also devoid of injuries. All he could remember was his name- Novak. At least he thinks that's what it was.

Unsure of where to go or what to do, he was quite fortunate that a traveling trading caravan was passing by and willing to take him with them. Initially, without any evident skills aside from being reasonably able-bodied, he served as a porter and worker, moving cargo and setting up tents. However, Lady Mie saw potential in him and had her guards train him in swordsmanship. Novak proved to be a reasonably quick learner, although not unnaturally so, and over time became skilled enough with a sword to take a position as one of Mie's caravan guards. During his time with the caravan, he hoped that he'd run into someone that'd know who he was or recognize him, but he never found any results. He never became involved in the politics of her homeland- not that he ever really had much of a chance- and for the most part was content to serve the caravan without any concern for his boss's political entanglements in Chagawa.

Approximately a year after joining Mie, the caravan was attacked by the Krysa and Yaga and besieged at the end of a valley. When Haruno and her small entourage attempted to break out, Novak stayed behind, continuing to guard the caravan with his life along Mie's remaining warriors. Now trapped and cut off, he awaits either relief or death to come for them.

Goals:
Perhaps due to his own lack of memories, Novak is a curious person who desires to learn. There are many mysteries out there that it seems nobody can answer, and while such the acquisition of such hidden knowledge may lead to obtaining wealth, the allure of learning the answers to such mysteries appeals greatly to Novak. Currently, he has a particular interest in finding out exactly why the Yaga and Krysa have attacked them and killed several of his friends.

Skills:
[Adaptability]

_{Humans, while they bear no special natural born talents, their limit for growth and power is near infinite should they choose to cultivate said power. They, in their finite lives will find it easier to learn new skills and adapt to new situations if they put their mind to it.}

[Swordsman]

_{Over the last year, Novak has been trained in the ways of the sword by Lady Mie's Oni guards. He's still a long way away from being a master swordsman, but he's become a decent enough swordfighter in that time, one that is quite used to sparring with foes much stronger than himself.}

[Trader]

_{Traveling with Lady Mie has allowed Novak the opportunity to pick up on mercantile skills such as appraising the quality of goods, talking up the quality of one's merchandise, and haggling for a better price. He also has some rudimentary understanding of the effects of supply and demand on prices, and which regions along Mie's trade route will pay more for which goods.}

Inventory:

• A set of Chagawa [url=http://]clothing and armor[/url]. Worn when on duty as a guard for Lady Mie.
• An uchigatana and wakizashi. Both are better quality than most of Mie's merchandise.
• The set of clothing he awoke with. Holds sentimental value, and is worn when off-duty.
• An arming sword found in the ruin he awoke in. Not particularly high-quality or valuable, but it holds sentimental value and is only wielded as a last resort- Novak doesn't want to break it.

[Cu Chulainn]

hey is this still open?