[OOC] Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

[Brovo]

Status: 20/15 player slots, 25/20 character slots. *We are over-full!* Missions List Here!

Chapter 1: The Rebirth of Conflict.

((World map here!))

Map Legend

Green Tiles - Plains, farmlands, etc.
Single tree tiles - Small forests.
Double tree tiles - Thick forests.
Jungle Tiles - Jungles, Swamps, Marshlands, etc.
Yellow Tiles - Desert or Coastline.
Red Tiles with Black Lines - Blood Sea.
Blue Tiles with Black Lines - Ocean/Sea.
Blue Tiles without black lines - Lakes, Ponds, Rivers, Oasis, etc.
Orange Tiles - Dead lands, twisted, corrupt, almost alien.
Yellow rocky tiles - Blighted lands, undead.
White Tiles with checkered pattern - Magical barriers/ancient landmarks.
White Tiles with straight line pattern - Ancient bridge built by the First Imperium, separates the (now) Blood Sea from the Ocean.

Ah, so, we are here again... The world, once chained by tyrannical gods, whom killed and slaughtered any mortals who dared to resist their rule, their power... Are gone. Banished by the Queen of Renalta, Kouri, and those who stood with her against those who would stop mortal men from having true liberty and independence over their own lives.

Now, this dream stands upon the precipice of destruction... For in removing the Heavens, and the Gods, there came a new threat. One that was once repressed significantly, now slowly awakening and spreading out its corrupting tendrils. The Nine Hells have begun to mobilize. Their agents--succubi, cultists, the insane and deranged--now aim to bring the world freed from tyranny into total anarchy and chaos. They aim to kill and destroy every single thing the mortal realm ever was, is, or ever will be.

Yet, before the Queen could return to rebuild her kingdom, already, the world had begun to fall into war. The once proud and united religious nation of Rheinfeld is now split between three factions all vying for control. The Free Holds, once a superpower slave state, now wage war on two fronts against freedom fighters and empire makers. The rest are either too weak, or too isolationist to be able to fight alone or care.

This, this has been the world for ten years... But something has changed. Now, the Queens of Renalta mobilize their forces, their military and their agents both diplomats and spies working around the clock to keep tabs on where corruption lies and how to resolve conflicts and create alliances to strengthen the mortal realm’s defences. There is one such group, however, that stands apart from the rest. One group that actually marshals out and gets the alliances signed, fights the battles, solves the mysteries, and roots out corruption wherever it may stand.

The Queen’s Blades are that group. Men and women from all corners of the world, from all walks of life good or evil, united in one cause: To stop the Nine Hells from consuming the world, whatever the cost. This group was formed by Queen Kouri, and elite members of the King’s Rangers were sent out to recruit men and women, all those that had something special, or unique. Those whose potential was greater than that of the average person.

Someone, such as... You.

Will you join the Renaltan Royalty in their castle? Take upon yourself missions to heal a fractured world?... Or will you turn your back on this world, and leave it to its fate?

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Welcome to the Legend of Renalta 2. This story uses a missions-based system to progress the story and advance your character. Between missions, you can spend time in the city of Renalta or its castle, and interact with any NPC’s you’ve met before.

Your every action, however, impacts the status of the story. If your character dies, it’s noticed. If your character fails a mission, it’ll be noticed. Not every mission will be a total success, some are harder than others, and some even give you impossible choices that you must make. Relationships formed with NPC’s will mean something down the line, with honourable actions generally being returned in kind, and so forth. This is the closest thing to a living world I can create, and is a sequel to a four year long RP. Anyone is welcome to join, so long as they fit the advanced section’s qualifications.

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In Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn, missions are sequestered into an overarching scenario, which is in turn part of a plot arc, which is in turn part of a mythos arc. If you don’t know what these things are, don’t worry about it.

Missions are objectives within the overarching scenario at hand. For instance, the starting scenario will be in the town of Arian. Here, there will be multiple missions to complete in the same area. Some objectives are harder to accomplish than others, and bonus objectives are often unmentioned and require additional risk in order to accomplish them. Depending on how the scenario ends, it will affect the overall plot arc, and in turn, affect the overall arc of the entire story.

Players in one mission can move their characters to other ongoing missions.

More will be revealed later, as the scenario is unveiled and missions revealed to go along with it.

Chapter 2: Character Sheet.

You can find it here, for easy copy-pasting!

Chapter 3: Traits!

Heavy

Endurance Training: After training out in the field for hours and hours on ending, you have come to realize the value of being able to simply last longer than your opponent. This translates into taking a couple more hits before you will go down, and having a higher tolerance to pain... Though, getting hit still hurts, quite a bit actually, and you’re no god. (Basics of taking more damage and resisting pain-related negative effects.)

Heavy Hitter: Where some would resort to flailing their arms about in an unsophisticated manner, you’ve decided that if you can hit something hard enough the first time that it stays down, that you can end fights before they can even really begin. Though, you’re still working on that “consistent” part, and not slowing down when you swing harder than usual. In the case of a ranged weapon, it means a larger calibre firearm or larger bow, translating to greater recoil and/or slower fire rate instead. (Basics of doing more damage with each swing.)
--Crushing Blow (Rank 2): You've learned that against enemies who are pained or slowed, you have even more time to swing and aim, hitting them with the maximum potential force possible. (Automatic critical hit against enemies that are stunned, dazed, unaware, or otherwise not expecting the attack. Small chance to crush armour in such a way as to mangle a limb or cause internal damage to a target through armour.)

Defender: You could take more hits to the face and become an unrecognizable, horrible mutilated piece of scar tissue on one and a half legs... Or, you’ve mused, you could probably just stop that by holding a shield and your armour correctly. This lets you absorb harder blows with your shield and armour. (Basics of wielding shields and armour (especially heavy armour) effectively.)
--Protector (Rank 2): Having grown to know your armour like it's a second skin, you've learned the second step to defending yourself in armour: How to lock an enemy down. When an enemy attempts to attack you, there is a solid chance that you will disable or break their weapon, or at the very least disrupt their combo giving you or someone else an opening to attack. (Weapon deflection and combo disruption.)

Charger: Something a lot of people don’t seem to realize is that the more muscles you have, the faster you are. Sure, perhaps not dexterous, but certainly faster. While you have only begun to learn the true meaning of land speed and would still be caught and killed by a tiger, you are capable of a short distance charge that can knock opponents down and catch the unwary by surprise. (Basics of dashing quickly and charging into opponents.)
--Smash n' Grab (Rank 2): Atop of charging brutishly like some kind of avalanche of death you've clued in that if you can grapple your opponent, or hit them specifically in a way to daze them or knock away their weapon, you'll then have a much easier time with introducing them to whatever entity they consider divine. Such as your warhammer, or crossbow. (On successfully charging into someone, you have a chance of disarming them, grappling them, pinning them, or stunning them, depending on what their size is and whether or not they're wielding a weapon, and have a greater chance of avoiding harm while charging into someone or something.)

Adrenaline: The only thing scarier than a fit man, is one with the determination to live. You realize now that a single moment can change everything, and in your most desperate moment, you can tap into hidden reserves of energy through adrenaline. It doesn’t last long and you feel tired afterwards, but it sure beats dying, and that temporary burst of speed and strength definitely isn’t anything to complain about either. (Basics of “last stand” mechanics.)
--Underdog (Tier 2): Where others would collapse and die, you live on. You know that if you can live just long enough to take out your opponent, you can stop and rest, and in doing so prolong and increase your odds of survival. (If the opponent you are engaging is struck dead, and you disengage to rest, you have a greater chance of surviving lethal or severe wounds, and have a small chance of recovering from them sufficiently to be combat-ready without the assistance of a healer.)

Light

Acrobatic: You understand the basics of climbing ropes, ascending walls, jumping across rooftops, and rolling when you hit the ground. On the other hand, you’ve only really grasped the basics of it, so jumping a twenty foot chasm while being shot at is not recommended. (Basics of acrobatics: Climbing, falling gracefully, etc.)
--Free Runner (Rank 2): Rolling, ducking, jumping, sliding, sweeping, edging--all of these things and more are things you are seasoned at doing. Having obtained peak conditioning, anything beyond this is unnatural... (The environment can no longer be factored negatively against your character--fighting atop a steep slope is the same as fighting on a flat grassy plane, save any advantages. Atop this, your character's acrobatic abilities are at their natural peak: There are few places you cannot reach.)

Slippery: You are fully aware of what happens if that war hammer the size of a small child hits you square on the chin. You’ve decided to make it a priority to learn how to never let that happen, and while you’re still learning, you understand at least enough to jump back from a blow before it takes off your head. (Basics of dodging and evasion.)
--Dodge! (Rank 2): As you've refined your instincts, your ability to avoid harm has also grown, and as such whenever an enemy swings at you, there's a solid chance you've already figured out not to be there by the time the swing would connect. (Dodging is quicker and no longer forces your character onto the defensive, and can occur even if your character is caught off guard.)

Stealthy: Every journey begins somewhere for the avid stealth expert, and yours is about on par with that of a cut-purse or a minor bugler. You have the basics down, but to learn more will take time and practice. (Basics of stealth-oriented tasks and escaping.)

Rapid Blows: Sometimes, it’s just better to hit something several times in quick succession, instead of trying to hit something really, really hard, and you understand this. Though you aren’t too good at hitting specifically vital points with it yet, or keeping it up for very long. In the case of ranged weapons, one takes a hit to accuracy in exchange for increased fire rate. (Basics of attacking rapidly in an effective manner.)

Sharp: You’ve started to notice how certain people stand, and how others try to keep certain parts of themselves out of harm’s way, or try to cover up certain not-so-good looking pieces of armour. Given more time, you could manifest this into a real talent for assassinating even the most armoured of targets. (Basics of weakness-finding and lie detecting.)
--Investigator (Rank 2): Where others might struggle to put the clues together, this character's eyes have grown used to looking for the out of place or abnormal. Chinks in the defenses are easier to locate, and things that aren't natural or off-kilter and relevant to your character's curiosity are easier to detect and find. (Increases chances of finding out of place things and detecting weaknesses in armour. There is a chance that your character will suddenly have a realization about something they didn't understand before (GM assistance).)

Magic

Raw Talent: After a few (or perhaps several) failed attempts at magic, you suddenly found yourself able to bring a raw spark of power to life in your hands. After being awed by it, you found that you could consistently control and contort this power to your will. You could conjure subtle things, flashes of light or wreathing your hands in fire. (Basics of casting magic power-wise.)

Apprentice: Combined with Raw Talent, you’ve learned how to harness that raw magical power into a consistent train of thought. Through studying a few tomes and, possible, learning from the Mage’s Guild, you’ve focused yourself onto a single school of magic. This will help focus your power into something consistent and tangible, but it’s only the beginning... (Basics of understanding magic. One school of magic unlocked.)
--Wizened (Rank 2): Having done some study and practice, you can now understand two schools of magic, and understand a greater amount of subtly with your first school of magic. There is now a greater chance of you casting a spell without others noticing, unless the spell is blatant and loud: Like a fire ball. ("Stealth magic" and a second school of magic.)

Wells of Power: Having been born with this talent or having artificially acquired it later on in life, you’ve connected your mind and soul to the five ethereal Wells of Power, the sources of all magic. You can subtly feel nearby mages and places of magical power, though this isn’t precise yet. The more powerful it is, the more likely you will detect it. (Basics of detecting magic and mages.)

Fortitude: Whether or not you are a mage, you can learn how to defend yourself from one, and that is just what you decided to do. After all, how else are you supposed to save the world if you can be cooked in a fireball by a pissed off mage? (Basics of resisting magical spells. NOTE: This is all magic--good, bad, and neutral!)

Awakened Meditation: Through great discipline you have figured out how to tap into the natural magic in the air all around you. It will still take time and practice to master, but nonetheless, this has increased the amount of spells you can cast before you fatigue yourself, and increased the rate at which you regain your energy to cast more spells. (Basics of increasing your magic limitations, and recovery speed from casting magical spells.)
--Rapid Mental Recovery (Rank 2): You have mastered the art of magic to the point where you can recover fully between battles, and have started to develop a small ability to 'steal' and absorb the magic others throw at you. (Basics of spell stealing (passive), this character fully recovers between multiple battles in a single mission.)

Chapter 4: Rules & Guidelines.

#1: There can only be a maximum of twenty characters at this point in time. This means that up to five people can have two characters. The other ten can only have one character. First come, first serve basis.
#2: Death isn’t permanent--if your character dies and you want to keep playing them, you can always take the option of becoming undead or otherwise. Just let me know and we can work something out. That being said, I reserve the right to just straight up kill your character.
#3: Obey all of RPG’s rules, obviously. I like my RP not being closed.
#4: Try to post at least once a week.
#5: Have fun. Because if you don’t have fun, Cthulhu help you, I will make you have fun.
#6: I may change these rules at any time, and ultimately, my word is the word of a god in this role play. That is: It’s final.

Chapter 5: Character List & Miscellaneous stuff!

Stats
--Active: 25.
--Inactive: 1.
--Dead: 3.

Detailed Stats

By Gender
--Women: 13.
--Men: 11.
--Non-Binary: 1.
--Dead Women: 1.
--Dead Men: 2.
--Dead Non-Binary: 0.
--Inactive Women: 0.
--Inactive Men: 1.
--Inactive Non-Binary: 0.

Active Duos (Maximum of five!)
Kasim & Zinnarath (Jorick)
Rayvon Krayvitch & Maeven Lucre (Tempest)
Murderok & Gryff (Kadaeux)
Andrea Llolth'Allin & Ceann (Andrea)

Active Characters

Laenaia. Author: Alphakoka.

Kasim Ambilus. Author: Jorick.

Zinnarath "Zin" Corsys. Author: Jorick.

Draza Zorya. Author: Elendra.

Abida Qisaf. Author: Herzinth.

Rayvon Krayvitch. Author: Tempest.

Maeven Lucre. Author: Tempest.

Aëyr. Author: Holmishire.

Esyllt Boudica. Author: Kestrel.

Alicia, the Blood Duelist. Author: LimeyPanda.

Maher Adonai. Author: Gat.

Nadira Adonai. Author: Genais.

Zayn. Author: Alex.

Murderok. Author: Kadaeux.

Gryff. Author: Kadaeux.

Andrea Llolth'Allin. Author: Andrea.

Ceann. Author: Selvi/Andrea.

Naream Baenre. Author: Sarzu.

Aslo. Author: Icarus.

Mars. Author: Brand.

Russel. Author: Goldmarble.

Doctor Steven Adian Gremlock. Author: Maxim.

'Child'. Author: Hellis.

Elrbetrt Westfeld. Author: GreenGoat.

Elrithos “Sand Runner”. Author: Rayn Night.

Inactive Characters

Algrimm Ironblood. Author: Zed.

Dead Characters

'Child'. Author: Hellis. Death: Crushed by Dirge's Warhammer.

Dread Fang. Author: Hank... Chitter chitter chitter. Death: Crushed by Dirge's Warhammer.

Thailen Vicarris. Author: Herzinth. Death: Incorrect colour picked: Bomb ending selected.

Raen Delaeseris Elvarasi. Author: Raen Elvarasi. Death: Wilhelm'd.

Don’t be afraid to ask me any questions about the lore, traits, or otherwise. I’ll be more than happy to answer them.

[Kadaeux]

Biographical Section

Name: Murderok
Age: 35
Race: Minotaur
Sex: Bull
Appearance:

Homeland: The Free Holds/Wandering Mercenaries
History:
It's a mercenaries life for me. Murderok has worked as a Mercenary since he was 13 his size and power a clearly desirable attribute by employers, and those early years a source of many of the scars he bears today. It was on his 15th year that he met Gryff who was only 12 at the time, but working as a Mercenary in support roles being taught how to patch up sword wounds, carry supplies back and forth. The two became fast friends and soon enough worked on contract basis as a pair, and well paid they were being a couple of large powerful mercenaries as they grew older the amount they were paid increased.
The two formally declared one another as blood brothers with an ancient and bloody ritual and have since that time been practically inseparable sharing pretty much everything from gold, booze and food, to literally the women with enough courage (and need for gold) to try and take them on in bed. Whether whores in brothels, whores not in brothels, women just plain willing to give it a go or not.
Motivation:
It's a yellowish colour and clinks when in a back with other similar objects. Gold. Gold motivates them. Though they do accept favours from whores in exchange as well.

Stats & Traits

General Traits
--Trait 1. Endurance Training: He's a fucking minotaur.
--Trait 2. Heavy Hitter: When you're a minotaur your blows land somewhat... solidly.
--Crushing Blow (Rank 2): You've learned that against enemies who are pained or slowed, you have even more time to swing and aim, hitting them with the maximum potential force possible. (Automatic critical hit against enemies that are stunned, dazed, unaware, or otherwise not expecting the attack. Small chance to crush armour in such a way as to mangle a limb or cause internal damage to a target through armour.)
--Trait 3. Charger: That's a mighty fine red cape the enemy leader is wearing.
--Trait 4. Adrenaline

Achievements
--Teamwork I: You work well with others, and are growing accustomed to doing so. You have a greater chance of success in any action if you perform it with an ally, rather than alone. (Minor bonus to anything when done with a compatriot, to a reasonable degree.)
--Lucky: You took a guess, and it turned out correct... (Minor bonus to random actions, especially if they take luck.)

Unique Traits
--Trait 1. Minotaur: Damn near ten feet tall, musclebound, no sense of direction, Murderok is a somewhat classical minotaur in the physical sense. Though somewhat more intelligent (so he says) preferring to wear armour and use weapons instead of being stupid enough to get locked in a maze... he hopes.
--Trait 2. Manbreaker is a Crossbow of unusual size built to Murderok's proportions. For most humans this qualified as more of a small sized ballista than a crossbow. The crossbow's name comes from the most commonly demonstrated fact whenever it hits something.
---Upgrade: Manbreaker; Murderok has well and truly ensured that he's learned how to craft the oversized bolts for the Manbreaker and has several custom head designs to affix upon them, such as the gutspiller, a wicked moon-bladed bolt head designed to spill a mans guts into the ground (or just bisect him completely if he's close enough) and a serrated design for biting into stone and wood to affix climbing ropes (or make it REALLY messy to pull out of someone)
--Trait 3. Gore; Murderok uses the heavy horns during a charge to gore his enemies, the sight is messy and hellaciously demoralising to most folk who really do prefer the sight of most people with their insides, well, inside instead of gracing a minotaurs horns like a necklace of sausage meat.

Equipment:
Chainmail Armour
Steel Breastplate
Spear designed for a Minotaur... and used by one
Khopesh designed for Murderok's size.
Manbreaker

Flint and Steel
Very Large Tent
Backpack with cooking utensils and basic supplies.

Personal Section

Romance: "Sure, i'll take you fer a ride darlin, if yer willin ta give Gryff a turn too."

Biographical Section

Name: Gryff
Age: 32
Race: Centaur
Sex: Stallion
Appearance:

Homeland: The Free Holds/Wandering Mercenaries
History: Though younger than Murderok you'd never know it the way the two interact. Their histories have next to nothing to differentiate them other than the fact Gryff has kept up on herbs and other battlefield remedies to see to injury the Centaur serving pretty much exclusively as the medic for both himself and Murderok when possible always trying to learn more about healing for their own needs. Though nobody mistakes him for a healer, the plate armour he wears and equipment usually the province of knights remade for his own form.
Motivation: It's a yellowish colour and clinks when in a back with other similar objects. Gold. Gold motivates them. Though they do accept favours from whores in exchange as well.

Stats & Traits

General Traits
--Trait 1. Charger. Centaur. Durr :p
--Smash n' Grab (Rank 2): Atop of charging brutishly like some kind of avalanche of death you've clued in that if you can grapple your opponent, or hit them specifically in a way to daze them or knock away their weapon, you'll then have a much easier time with introducing them to whatever entity they consider divine. Such as your warhammer, or crossbow. (On successfully charging into someone, you have a chance of disarming them, grappling them, pinning them, or stunning them, depending on what their size is and whether or not they're wielding a weapon, and have a greater chance of avoiding harm while charging into someone or something.)
--Trait 2. Heavy Hitter.
--Trait 3. Rapid Blows.
--Trait 4. Endurance Training

Achievements
--Teamwork I: You work well with others, and are growing accustomed to doing so. You have a greater chance of success in any action if you perform it with an ally, rather than alone. (Minor bonus to anything when done with a compatriot, to a reasonable degree.)
--Lucky: You took a guess, and it turned out correct... (Minor bonus to random actions, especially if they take luck.)

Unique Traits
--Trait 1. Centaur. Human upper torso, arms and head seemingly (and seamlessly) bolted onto a horses body. Is disqualified from entry into jousting tournaments due to inability to be unhorsed. Though the ability to literally trample enemies into the dust is admirable.
--Trait 2. Battlefield Physciian. Gryff is familiar with certain herbs and other basic remedies for battlefield poultices as well as in a pinch, interrogator. (When a Centaur gets out bone saws and asks what your favourite body parts are...)
---Upgrade: Battlefield Physician; Gryff has become more proficient at dealing with battlefield injuries and even some off the battlefield injuries.
--Trait 3. Reverse Physician: Gryffs talent at basic healing and stitching someone up has lead to an increased skill and knowledge of where exactly he can hit to open someone up in the optimum manner with a bow or blade. At least a basic knowledge at it anyway.

Equipment:
Plate Armour/Barding
Steel tipped Lance
Greatsword
Dirk
Shield
Horse Bow + Quiver of Arrows

Flint and Steel
Very Large Tent
Backpack with bandages, basic herbs for poultices, bone saws and basic supplies.

Personal Section

Romance: "Sure, i'll show you what it means to be hung like a horse. If you're willing to give Murderok a turn too, or at the same time i'm not picky."

Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: ...

Signature: Kadaeux.

HISTORY TO COME

[Alphakoka]

Biographical Section

Name: Laenaia
Age: 22
Race: Vampire
Sex: F
Appearance:
Homeland: Wanderer
History: For as long as she remember Laenaia has been living on the road, moving from time to time for one reason or another. Together with her being a vampire, this lead to a hard life and adopting a mostly reserved clothing during the day (like a thick cloak or wide hat, maybe both), although she may wear other clothing during the evening or in-door. She often found patronage in upper class societies wherever she go or whenever she went along with a merchant caravan, given that she manage to keep her status as a vampire initially as the people were usually wary or even downright hostile when they discover it soon after meeting, although they tend to be more...tolerant after awhile.

Things weren't always kind, as several times hunters and Templars had hunted her. Several times she managed to escape, but one time, the Templars had come close to killing her, only for her to be saved by the local crime lord that introduced himself as Alexander Bishop. In return for the help, Laenaia agreed to work for the man, especially since they both shared a common dislike against the Papacy and Templarate, although for a different reason. The work she did in the Underworld served its purpose, as on top of having places she could fall back on and some training on doing dirty work, she had gained a number of 'friends' and contacts that she could rely on during her travel.

Motivation: "Mother's calling my blood."

Traits & Equipment
General Traits
--Sharp (Basics of weakness-finding and lie detecting.)
--Apprentice (Mind)
---Wizened (Rank 2): Having done some study and practice, you can now understand two schools of magic, and understand a greater amount of subtly with your first school of magic. There is now a greater chance of you casting a spell without others noticing, unless the spell is blatant and loud: Like a fire ball. ("Stealth magic" and a second school of magic.) (Shadow)
--Raw Talent (Basics of casting magic power-wise.)
--Awakened Meditation (Basics of increasing your magic limitations, and recovery speed from casting magical spells.)

Unique Traits
--Vampire; Diana's Brood: Laenaia is a member of Diana's Brood.

Upgrade

-Gained Flash-Step (TM)

--Faceless One: Laenaia is able to freely later her appearance, be it coloration of her hair or eyes, skin tone, hair length, height, etc. Limited in that she has to remain humanoid and exactly mimicking someone's appearance is not in her grasp, rough mimic is possible though.
--Underground Contacts: (Bonus to interaction and making contacts with those working/living in the darker side of society. Basic Info gathering network)

Achievement
--Purple Ribbon:(Minor bonus to dealing with damage, less likely to fall into shock or succumb to injuries.)
--Inspirational Speaker: (Minor bonus to convincing NPC's to do as you wish.)

Equipment List
-Clothes
-More clothes
-Thick cloak
-A stabby knife
-Assortment of various clothes for various events
-Coin purse

Personal Section

Romance: Don't mind.
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: Apparently

Signature: Alphakoka here agree to the rules and regulations, and agree that the GM may kill off your characters without your consent. (Unless there's absolutely no reason for it)

[Jorick]

Kasim has been remade in the new system. History is basically the same, just took out some references to old system traits and replaced them with stuff to explain these new traits. Also toned down that thing I had about him having a cruel streak he liked to indulge in, because I decided later that that actually didn't fit as it was. Same basics for everything else though.

Kasim Amibilus

Biographical Section

Name: Kasim Amibilus.
Age: 24
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Appearance:

Image borrowed from showmeyourmoves on deviantart.
Homeland: The Goblin Holds

History: Kasim was once a slave in the city of Kinghold, set free by the goblins when they conquered the city. He was either born into slavery or taken at a very young age, for he knew nothing but servitude in the time before the goblins came and he never knew his parents or land of origin. He was owned by an aging merchant woman who was fairly kind as far as slave owners went, only rarely ordering whippings and being frugal enough to feel that working a slave to death was a waste, but Kasim could never work his way around to being happy about his lot in life. The merchant woman mainly used him for simple manual labor, hauling heavy crates of goods to load up her wagons, but once she realized that his strange statements about other people originated from a rare telepathic talent she wisely put his skill to use: she had him serve food and drinks during business meetings at her estate, just happening to make fleeting skin to skin contact to read the surface thoughts of her guests and then discreetly relaying that information to her. She kept his talent a secret of necessity, for if other merchants found that she was using a telepath in such a conniving way she would lose all trust and trade agreements, and perhaps her life. As Kasim grew older she started to take the young man (though he could have accurately been called a boy when it started) into her bed to fill the void left by the passing of her favorite bed slave. He didn't really fight against this, and definitely enjoyed it on a carnal level, but he had enough presence of mind to be disgusted by the knowledge that he was being used like an object. Vague stirrings of wishing for freedom, and hatred for his owner, swirled around his mind without being given any critical examination for years.

The minor seeds of rebellion in Kasim's mind finally and suddenly sprouted when he was 15, when the goblin Xixis Madheart's surprise attack on Kinghold sent the guards from the merchant's estate running off toward the newly made hole in the wall around the city. With the merchant woman left with nobody but her slaves to guard her, Kasim found himself drawn to the then deserted guard quarters; time blurred as if he was in a dream, and the next thing he was aware of was a bow and a few arrows clutched in his hands. He'd always been fascinated by bows, but this was the first time he ever held one. Kasim took the weapon inside the main building of the estate, up into the merchant woman's bedchamber, and found her hiding under the covers like a child. She looked hopeful for a moment, as if the slave come to protect her, but that notion was soon dismissed as he raised the bow and inexpertly nocked an arrow. It took him three of the four arrows he'd brought before he finally hit his target from a distance of no more than ten feet, during which time she sat there frozen; when the arrow struck her in the gut she finally screamed and writhed in pain, and the frozen state seemed to transfer to Kasim. He stood there for a few minutes, shocked at his own actions, before dropping the bow and walking forward. When he reached the bed the merchant woman flailed at him, screaming for him to get away from her. Upon her hand touching his arm, his telepathy gave him a flash of her thoughts: she thought of him as a traitorous wretch, scum who she had always known would betray her, a spray of mental vitriol that rocked Kasim to his core. He had only a moment of hesitation before using the last arrow gripped in his left hand to stab the woman to death.

When a troop of goblins made their way around to check the estate they found Kasim sitting with his back to the wall beside the open gates, his arms and torso caked in dried blood. When they inquired and learned that he had killed the slaver merchant and set the other slaves free, they congratulated him and told him to come celebrate his liberation with them. A night of drinking and revelry later, Kasim was initiated into the army of the Xixis Madheart alongside many other freed slaves who wished to aid their fight against the Free Holds. He stayed with them for three years, learning the way of the bow from Morilab, an orc who wielded a massive greatbow that Kasim struggled to lift using both hands. The orc's style of strength being equal to finesse in archery was picked up eagerly by the young man, who was fairly strong after a lifetime of hauling crates and loading wagons. He also learned a lot about thrown weapons, with a preference for knives, and a little about using a sword from the various goblins he befriended. Over the course of the many battles he fought as part of Emperor Xixis Madheart's army, Kasim learned how to dodge and weave to stay alive and how to spot a weakness. Lots of gambling taught him the basics of spotting a liar. After a couple years using a handed down bow, Morilab taught Kasim how to make one of his own, and so he made a heavy yew greatbow with some bits of metal added on to make it a serviceable melee weapon in a pinch; that was another trick handed down from his orc mentor, which he found rather useful at times.

Kasim parted ways with his abolitionist compatriots due to a simple realization: he'd never seen the world outside the desert lands of the Holds, and he very much wished to. He had heard of the world from campfire stories, tales of adventures and heroes round the world, but he'd never seen such things for himself. He traveled to the city of Tuleria, where he stayed for a couple years and at the age of 18 (shortly after he first arrived) discovered that women tended to find him attractive, and that he was fairly skilled at convincing them to join him for an evening of entertainment (which was a large reason why he stayed so long despite his aspirations to see the world). His time spent in Tuleria was a period of self-discovery in many ways: he found that he had a great capacity for cruelty, which he tried to suppress and bury because it frightened him; he discovered in himself a strong affinity for the weak and downtrodden of all sorts, ranging from the poor and sickly to the criminal elements of the city; he quickly picked up on the fact that these same people placed an inordinate amount of trust in him, that they seemed to view him as some kind of natural kin even without knowing his story. Long story short, Kasim ended up working for a gang of sorts that extorted money from merchants of middling wealth through threats of violence, as well as engaging in a variety of other illegal activities for profit and entertainment; Kasim specialized in using of his telepathic skill (which he kept secret from others) on carefully selected and subdued targets to gather information, which he then sold off to whoever he felt would pay the most, and once in a while he also telepathically tortured these poor bastards to let out his pent up urges to harm others. He pulled up stakes and left Tuleria after an extortion scheme went sour thanks to a trap set by the city guard, which was set up when the merchant target begged for their help, which Kasim only escaped thanks to being one of the men on lookout.

Over the course of the following five years, Kasim made his way from city to city, hiring on as a guard for merchant caravans and one ship to travel and climbing easily and familiarly into the underbelly of the cities he spent extended time in. His wandering took him back for a brief stay in the Goblin Holds (which he thinks of as his homeland) when he was 21, thenafter a short stay he headed to Port Luclin where he took a ship down to Liveria, then up into the lands that were once a unified Rheinfeld, from Veldhausen to Heiligen Stuhl before he finally headed south into Renalta at the age of 23. He found the city to be quite interesting in its differences from other places he'd visited, somehow managing to be crowded and bristling with racial tensions but remaining peaceful and quaint in its own way. Despite this genial atmosphere, Kasim quickly found his particular talents to be of lucrative use in the nebulous and volatile criminal element in the city of Renalta, which was mainly made up of smuggling operations and territorial spats between various factions that still hadn't found a comfortable balance after the massive influx of refugees.

Very recently Kasim was caught using his telepathy in very unscrupulous ways. Due to the laws being hazy about the legality of such things, and the inability of the authorities to pin any clearly illegal activities on him, they were forced to let him go with a stern warning. Some members of the Queen's Blade heard of his relatively rare talent, did a little bit of snooping to scope him out, and approached with an offer to join. Their pitch was convincing, for Kasim had been growing tired of remaining sedentary and his particular sense of justice places demons in the same hateful category as slavers.

Motivation: Kasim has a grand sense of adventure and wishes to see more of the world, from tiny villages to grand cities and all that lies between. He also has a firm hatred of demons and their ilk, so if he can work against them and also go on adventures, it's a win-win as far as he's concerned.

Traits & Equipment

General Traits
Sharp: You’ve started to notice how certain people stand, and how others try to keep certain parts of themselves out of harm’s way, or try to cover up certain not-so-good looking pieces of armour. Given more time, you could manifest this into a real talent for assassinating even the most armoured of targets. (Basics of weakness-finding and lie detecting.)
--Investigator (Rank 2): Where others might struggle to put the clues together, this character's eyes have grown used to looking for the out of place or abnormal. Chinks in the defenses are easier to locate, and things that aren't natural or off-kilter and relevant to your character's curiosity are easier to detect and find. (Increases chances of finding out of place things and detecting weaknesses in armour. There is a chance that your character will suddenly have a realization about something they didn't understand before (GM assistance).)

Slippery: You are fully aware of what happens if that war hammer the size of a small child hits you square on the chin. You’ve decided to make it a priority to learn how to never let that happen, and while you’re still learning, you understand at least enough to jump back from a blow before it takes off your head. (Basics of dodging and evasion.)

Acrobatic: You understand the basics of climbing ropes, ascending walls, jumping across rooftops, and rolling when you hit the ground. On the other hand, you’ve only really grasped the basics of it, so jumping a twenty foot chasm while being shot at is not recommended. (Basics of acrobatics: Climbing, falling gracefully, etc.)

Heavy Hitter: Where some would resort to flailing their arms about in an unsophisticated manner, you’ve decided that if you can hit something hard enough the first time that it stays down, that you can end fights before they can even really begin. Though, you’re still working on that “consistent” part, and not slowing down when you swing harder than usual. In the case of a ranged weapon, it means a larger calibre firearm or larger bow, translating to greater recoil and/or slower fire rate instead. (Basics of doing more damage with each swing.)

Unique Traits
Non-Magic Telepathy: Kasim is one of the rare individuals who was born with telepathic powers. The most basic use of this allows him to communicate telepathically with others over short distances (or at a greater distance with other telepaths). He can also read surface thoughts of those he makes skin to skin contact with, or with prolonged contact he can dig for deeper thoughts and pry out their secrets. This process is rather uncomfortable for both Kasim and the one whose thoughts are being read. With this mental mining, Kasim can mentally harm and torture people and leave behind horrible nightmarish thoughts, and this can be done to the point of leaving them a drooling vegetable (if given enough time with someone with a weak enough mind). Those with strong minds are less affected by and better able to resist all uses of telepathy. Since it is a biological phenomenon rather than a magical one, use of telepathy cannot be sensed by those trained in sniffing out mages.

Subliminal Messages (Rank 2): Through a lifetime of use, Kasim subconsciously developed a less blatant use of his telepathic abilities. He has refined his telepathic skill to send out subliminal messages to those he feels a level of kinship with, urging them to like him and help him with whatever his goals may be at the time. Anyone who Kasim views as weak, downtrodden, oppressed, or part of the lower dregs of society will find themselves very much inclined to help him in any way they're able; furthermore, this subconscious communication also comes into play with people who Kasim has had prolonged contact with, once he starts to view them as friends and companions and the like. This effect cannot coerce people into doing anything that goes against their morals or beliefs, since it's just an urge to help rather than some kind of mind control.

King Braggart: Kasim has developed his bragging and bravado into something approaching an art form. His bold declarations of skill can get under the skin of even the most stalwart opponents, his abrasive confidence can assure the fearful masses of their safety even as the city burns down around them, and his tales of his own prowess on the field of battle have a way of making women (and some men) fall head over heels in lust with him. Or at least that's how he'd describe his own bragging powers, which makes for something of an infinite recursion loop of braggadocio. Kasim is a swell guy like that. (Mechanically it's just bonuses to social things whenever he brags or talks about how great he is when trying to taunt, coerce, inspire, flirt, etc.)

Achievements
Purple Ribbon: You took a hit for Queen and Country, and have learned how to better handle pain. (Minor bonus to dealing with damage, less likely to fall into shock or succumb to injuries.)
Lucky Ego: You don't care about the odds, you know you see an opportunity, and things line up just the right way to make it happen so you can justify being a braggart... (Minor bonus to spotting opportunities, such as weaknesses in enemies, or holes in the walls, etc.)

Equipment List
Self-made Yew Greatbow - Rather heavy, has some metal plates for emergency protective and offensive purposes in melee range.
Various bow-related equipment - Quiver full of arrows (holds 30), a bundle of 30 extra arrows in his pack, extra strings, wax to keep the string dry, so on and so forth.
1 shortsword
6 throwing knives
1 knife not meant for throwing
Light leather armor
Other boring stuff like food and water

Personal Section

Romance: Sure, romance is fine as long as it's not forced nonsense.
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: Yup.

Signature: Jorick hereby agrees to all rules and regulations, and he gets style points for signing in the third person.

And here's a new one for a second character.

Zinnarath Corsys

Biographical Section

Name: Zinnarath Corsys, goes by Zin
Age: 43, though appears mid-20's due to the perks of vampirism.
Race: Vampire of the human variety.
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Minus the weird red bits of hair. Image borrowed from Silkspinner on deviantart.
Homeland: Kingdom of Liveria

History: Zin was born to a very wealthy merchant family, the eldest daughter and second of three children. Torwen and Leilinna Corsys were devoutly religious and horribly xenophobic people and they attempted to instill those beliefs and values in their children, but they only succeded with their eldest child and only son, Alesander. From the time Zin was old enough to form her own opinions, she had seen far too much of the negative impacts of the gods to be able to place her faith in them and far too much good in the people outside of Liveria to see them as evil threats. Her younger sister, Allyria, was simply a rebel at heart and fought against anything authority figures of any kind tried to push her toward. Luckily the education of the Corsys children was not solely religious and xenophobic, and Zin learned quite a bit about the merchant business and all it entailed as she grew up.

Despite her initial apathy toward them, some pieces of the beliefs espoused by her elders managed to make an impression on Zin, though not at all in the way they would have liked. Their religion preached the standards of a glorious afterlife for the faithful and suffering for heretics, and Zin's parents were very fond of using this concept plus the notion of dying without being redeemed to try to control her with fear. She was indeed affected by fear, but not the fear of death without salvation: she feared death itself. In her mind the promises of an afterlife were a sham, there was nothing to come after death, it was just a cessation of life and nothing more, but she grew to be terrified of the idea of dying nonetheless. Most young people thought themselves invincible, but was Zin utterly aware of the frailty of mortality from her young teen years and onward. A sort of benefit of this abiding fear came in the form of Zin's peculiar outlook on life: since everyone only had their one life, life itself was precious and should be made as joyous as possible before it is ended, thus harming others in any way was a grave evil. She resolved early on to never hurt anyone, and eventually became such a pacifist that she would flee from threats to her life unless absolutely and assuredly cornered with no other way out but to fight.

As the daughter of a wealthy merchant family, Zin was taught the ways of ladylike behavior and was a frequent attendee of various social functions held by the wealthy and noble classes of Liveria. She was presented to the city as an eligible maiden from the time she was old enough to marry, but suitors tended to lose their interest in her as they learned of her markedly un-Liverian beliefs, and so she made it into her adulthood without becoming somebody's wife. This plus the common knowledge that Allyria Corsys had left home to go "adventuring" with a sleazy cargo ship captain made Zin something of a conversation piece at social gatherings. During one such dinner party when she was 24 years old, near the end of the affair, Zin wandered out into the host's garden to escape the whispering and found a woman frantically waving her hands in front of her face and staring into the water of a fountain. Upon investigating this curious sight, Zin discovered that the woman, who was a merchant and a common sight at social gatherings, had the silver eyes of a vampire. The woman panicked when she noticed Zin and turned to run, but the girl told her it was okay and that she wouldn't tell anyone what she had seen. The relieved vampire managed to use illusion magic to alter her eye color as she sat and spoke with Zin, and she seemed rather pleased to have found someone in Liveria who didn't lust after the blood of her kind.

They became fast friends and had further conversations frequently over the next few months. Eventually, after Zin had learned of the nigh immortality of vampires and their ability to feed on non-human blood to survive, she asked her friend to share this gift and turn her into a vampire as well. It took a lot of convincing, and the woman demanded she learn the basics of illusion magic (which Zin turned out to have a natural gift for) for the purpose of disguise before she would even consider it, but eventually she gave in. All seemed well and good for a month or so after that, but then the woman's illusion powers failed her at an unfortunate time and the Liverian Witch Hunters found her and murdered her. While grieving her friend's death, Zin forgot to disguise her eyes one day and her parents saw her silver eyes. Though they were horrid bigots they loved their daughter and did not want to see her killed, so they instead forced her into something of an exile for her own good, though they made it clear they very much disapproved of her life choices and that she shouldn't expect anything in the way of support or inheritance. Zin left Liveria with a mixed bag of emotions-sadness both fresh and lingering from her parents's words and the death of her friend, exitement over the prospect of seeing what the world outside Liveria was really like-and headed west.

She eventually came upon a small town called Brecken and was accosted by bandits. They were strange bandits though, in that they demanded a specific amount of money from her and did not threaten her. She paid them and asked about the strange theft and was met with outrage; it was not theft, they said, it was the traveler's toll that the town had agreed upon and written into law. This intrigued Zin and she decided to stay a while and learn more. As it turned out, the town of Brecken was run by a group that outsiders called bandits, but the residents seemed to have no issues with them. They did indeed have a law that said travelers must pay a fee to use their lands, and a greater toll for merchants moving through the area, with greater monetary penalties for refusal to comply, which sometimes demanded that they take the money or goods by force; these fees being levied was viewed as banditry by nearby villages, somewhat understandably. Zin learned that there were many such places in the land of Renalta where there was no central authority to keep things in order, towns and villages run by bandits and raiders of all kinds, though the Brecken group was one of the few benevolent bandits to have taken over a settlement. Zin settled in and lived there for nearly a decade, and she learned that the people of the town largely didn't care that she was a vampire; they provided her with cattle blood when she needed to replenish herself from using her vampiric powers, which was not very often. She went out with toll collectors oftentimes to help cool down situations before they turned violent, and she learned a great deal about the art of stealth in these outings.

This peaceful life was interrupted by the banishment of the gods and ressurection of the Kingdom of Renalta. The bandits were non-violently removed from power by the Renaltan forces that moved out to secure their lands. Many of the people of Brecken moved closer to or into the revived city itself, and things simply were not the same in the town after that. Zin held no ill will for Renalta over these changes, not even when she returned to Liveria briefly and learned that her brother had died resising their efforts to banish the gods. Her parents had grown mildly less hateful since their last time speaking to Zin and informed her that due to the death of their only good child (Allyria had by then gotten up to all sorts of behavior that was even more shameful to their parents than being a vampire) she would by law be their heir, but that she should still get lost for her own good and shouldn't expect so much as bit of copper until they were dead in the ground. Zin took their advice and left once more, this time heading north.

She moved around Rheinfeld for a while, staying in the Republic area rather than risking run ins with templars, though that turned out to not be enough of a precaution. After having to flee for her life from some men who discovered that she was a vampire, Zin headed south to the city of Renalta. There she found the people even more accepting of her vampirism than the people of Brecken had been, and so she settled into the bustling city. She acquired work helping a minor merchant, a fellow named Corval; it started with bookkeeping to begin with, but that soon enough turned into her becoming a partner in the venture as she remembered what she was taught about the business as a young woman. This kept Zin more or less occupied for the past half a dozen years, and in that time she helped the business grow from a struggling one man startup with no focus to a moderately profitable textiles trading operation with a dozen employees. Corval and some of his employees willingly donated blood for her to drink when she needed it after using her vampire abilities, though it took them a long while to convince her that it was better for her than cow blood and that they were doing it because they cared. One of Zin's hobbies in this time was sneaking around the city to keep her skills sharp, and eventually she started breaking into buildings just for the thrill of it; she never stole any belongings, but sometimes she read through papers lying on desks and one time even found something that was of minor help to her day job and was thus able to somewhat justify her nefarious nightly activities.

About a year ago Zin caught the eye of a mage knowledgeable in the powers of Illusion, and he just so happened to be a member of the Queen's Blades. The mage noticed her casting an illusion to change her eye color and struck up a conversation in which he learned that she only knew very basic appearance altering spells. The mage took a liking to her and taught her something new and more complex, and she was able to pick it up perfectly after just a few times struggling to cast it. With further testing over the following months, he found this to be the case with any illusion spell she could manage to cast in the first place, though some spells eluded her due to their complexity and she was absolute garbage with other kinds of magic. After a little consultation with other mages, he declared that she was a savant of illusion magic and asked her to join the Queen's Blades; after hearing of their noble cause, and being assured that they weren't just a military group, Zin joined without a second thought.

Motivation: Zin doesn't like the idea of demons taking over the world and killing everyone. Though she abhors the idea of actually fighting these threats directly, she is determined to do whatever she can to stop them.

Traits & Equipment

General Traits
Apprentice: Combined with Raw Talent, you’ve learned how to harness that raw magical power into a consistent train of thought. Through studying a few tomes and, possible, learning from the Mage’s Guild, you’ve focused yourself onto a single school of magic. This will help focus your power into something consistent and tangible, but it’s only the beginning... (Basics of understanding magic. One school of magic unlocked.) -- Illusion magic
--Wizened (Rank 2): Having done some study and practice, you can now understand two schools of magic, and understand a greater amount of subtly with your first school of magic. There is now a greater chance of you casting a spell without others noticing, unless the spell is blatant and loud: Like a fire ball. ("Stealth magic" and a second school of magic.) -- Healing magic

Raw Talent: After a few (or perhaps several) failed attempts at magic, you suddenly found yourself able to bring a raw spark of power to life in your hands. After being awed by it, you found that you could consistently control and contort this power to your will. You could conjure subtle things, flashes of light or wreathing your hands in fire. (Basics of casting magic power-wise.)

Awakened Meditation: Through great discipline you have figured out how to tap into the natural magic in the air all around you. It will still take time and practice to master, but nonetheless, this has increased the amount of spells you can cast before you fatigue yourself, and increased the rate at which you regain your energy to cast more spells. (Basics of increasing your magic limitations, and recovery speed from casting magical spells.)

Stealthy: Every journey begins somewhere for the avid stealth expert, and yours is about on par with that of a cut-purse or a minor bugler. You have the basics down, but to learn more will take time and practice. (Basics of stealth-oriented tasks and escaping.)

Unique Traits
Vampire of Diana's Brood: Vampirism makes a person immortal, in a cruse sense, and causes their eyes to turn silver (among other possible changes). Diana's brood is subtle and cunning, they are injured by sunlight and killed by it within minutes of exposure, and cannot heal in sunlight either, though clothing which covers their skin, interiors of buildings, or shadows cast by large objects can protect them from sunlight. They wield potent mind control and illusion powers to remain out of sight to all but those they wish. (description ripped from Brovo's explanation of Diana's Brood in original LoR 2's traits stuff)
--Vampire of Diana's Brood (Rank 2): The next stage of Vampirism grants this character a greater sphere of influence over others: Hypnotic eyes. Yes, that classic vampire power, that allows you to entrance victims into willing servitude. There are limitations, but you will have to figure them out. The only thing you know thus far about it is it, like all vampire powers, does cost you blood to use it. (Your character's body consumes blood and expends it to fuel powers.)

Illusion Savant: Zin has firm the potential to become a master of illusion, though she currently suffers from a lack of training. She was until very recently unaware of her own gift in this area and mainly used appearance altering illusion magic on herself, as that was the only magic she knew and she did not have any reason to seek out more knowledge. As it turns out, she is so naturally gifted with the powers of illusion that she need only successfully cast an illusion spell a few of times to learn it so thoroughly that she is able to cast it perfectly every single time when experiencing little or no distraction, and she is much less affected by moderate or severe distractions than a normal mage would be when casting these familiar spells. Zin's speed of casting and the toll such efforts take on her body are unaffected by her affinity for illusion.

Entry Artist: Being an escape artist is all well and good, but getting into locked and secured places is far more fun and potentially more rewarding. Zin has a knack for getting into such places, be they buildings or safes or small locked containers or anything else that is clearly meant to keep people out. She is quite good at spotting exploitable weaknesses like unlocked windows or rusty hinges or holes in a guard perimeter, and she's also very skilled at lockpicking and even breaking locks open while leaving the rest of the mechanism in working order when push comes to shove. She tries her best to keep quiet and unnoticed when sneaking into places or opening locks, and she's had a lot of practice at that too, but it's never a sure thing. (Mechanically it's bonuses to getting into secured places and lockpicking and such, also minor stealth bonus only when she's doing the aforementioned breaking and/or entering).

Achievements
Inspirational Speaker: You've convinced NPC's to do something for you, and as such, you've figured out that talking is sometimes superior to just genocidally killing everything. Neat! (Minor bonus to convincing NPC's to do as you wish.)
Bullshit Detector: "That is not a Ghost! That is an illusion! Also, God is dead, Santa Claus isn't real, the tooth fairy is actually a pedophile, and keep your children away from candy dealers!" Needless to say, you have an uncanny ability to tell when a con artist is performing their trade. (Minor bonus to detecting lies and illusions.)

Equipment List
Basic set of lockpicks and other burglary implements
1 knife used for cutting food and such
A book on basic Illusion magic
A book on basic Healing magic
Other boring stuff like food and water

Personal Section

Romance: Romance is cool as long as it makes sense given previous character interaction and such.
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: Yup.

Signature: I, Jorick, hereby agree to abide by the rules and not complain like a little bitch should I do somethign stupid and get my character killed.

[Herzinth]

Thailen Vicarris, the Red Zealot

Biographical Section

Name: Thailen Vicarris
Age: 28
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Appearance: Link for style (Art by Jason Chan, copyright Wizards of the Coast)
Homeland: Kingdom of Liveria
History: Before the fall of the Third Age, the noble Vicarris family of Renalta gave birth to a girl, with hair as strikingly red as her father's; and his father's before him, back for uncounted generations. She was raised to follow the religious principles of the twin Gods Erri and Inmi. Principles of devotion, duty, and strength in the face of uncertainty. She followed the scripture as diligently as her parents demanded, and then some. Her family ruled with an unmoving sense of responsibility, and combined with a strong intuition for the fiscal, slowly gained in power and influence. That is, until Queen Kouri banished the Gods from the mortal realm and founded the Kingdom of Renalta.

With the prospect of serving under a blasphemous Queen in contrast to their previous freedom, the Vicarris's made for Liveria. With Erri and Inmi now lost, they vowed to keep the scripture and values that they followed alive in the new age, and began to follow them even more strictly than ever before. They were able to instate themselves as nobles once more in Liveria using thier previous fortunes and influence, but were unable to achieve the same level of power that they used to hold. They were mocked for their continued worship, seen as outsiders, and were often accused of being Renalta loyalists.

Angered by the shame and distrust poured onto her family, Thailen began to train in the ways of battle and leadership, seeking an outlet for her frustation. She lashed out at those who denounced the Gods, and distrusted other races, who she saw as mockeries of the images and intentions of Erri and Inmi. So when word reached the family of a band of tiefling bandits on their land, she was the first to draw her sword and lead a group of soldiers to deal with the criminals.

She and her men spent weeks searching for them, until one night Thailen was struck by a strange intuition. A feeling that compelled her to head West. Within hours, she came across the tiefling camp, and waded into battle. Neither she nor her soldiers dealt in mercy that night. Afterwards, she removed the tails from several of the corpses and had them made into a cat o'nine tails, which has been her weapon of choice ever since.
Motivation: Raised from birth to follow the virtues of duty, she believes that those who still follow the path of the Gods should fight in their absence; even if it means serving under the Queen that banished them in the first place.

Stats & Traits

General Traits
--Adrenaline
--Charger
--Rapid Blows

Unique Traits
--A Devil's Tail: Her cat o'nine tails is crafted from the tails of recently slain tieflings. The blood of demons imbues the whip, causing it to radiate a ferocious heat that can sear flesh.
--A Fel Heritage: Unbeknowest to Thailen, the blood of demon's and tieflings flows through her veins. It is the source of her red hair and fierce temper, but it also gives her a natural sixth sense for things demonic. Such as sensing when they are close, and tracking them even if no normal tracks are left.

Equipment List
--Leather armour
--A longsword
--A cat o'nine tails crafted from tiefling tails
--Noble's clothing
--Prayer beads

Personal Section

Romance: Opt-in
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: Exist?

Signature: Herzinth

[Elendra]

Biographical Section
Name: Draza Zorya
Age: 37
Race: Sprite
Sex: Female
Appearance: Standing at a whopping one and (just under) a half feet tall, Draza is petite in most senses, but not all. She’s got a big heart, and a little plumpness from all the party cake she enjoys with others. Her face is freckled and her blue eyes shine with a preternatural joy. She almost has a visible aura of joy and compassion, and her posture when talking to big people screams of spunk. Her hair is blond, and usually braided in an almost formal manner, due to years serving as a courtier and then as nearly a full diplomat in her own right making it a habit by now.

She’s usually dressed in very utilitarian dresses, arranging a party involves movement, and she doesn’t want to be too restricted in her movements. But when she’s not set to work in the kitchen or hanging streamers or arranging flowers, her other set of dresses are more elegant, with light and flowing floral designs. Usually she has a purse book of recipes hanging on a strap either over her shoulder, or around her waist, with one of her many lutes always on hand. While dressed more utilitarian, she has a backpack that keeps a variety of long lasting treats. Just because she has to go on long treks, doesn’t mean she can’t still make sure those around her eat well and are merry.
Homeland: The Rheinfeld Republic (nerts to that kingdom!)
History:

History

You know, some would say that the world is a dark, or even dreary place. Not Draza! In her eyes, the world is getting better every day.

When she was but a young sprite, she was taught the ways of Lada, the beautiful goddess of youth, merriment, and festivities. She grew up in a simple peasant village, that her family was new to migrate into for a few generations back from some of the lesser incorporated regions of the Kingdom. She was a bit picked on for her stature by the other kids, as they would grow taller than her, and here life gave her an opportunity to be glum. She refused it, knowing that the best way to win people was not with revenge, but by being their friend.

Working hard at school and in the fields, she realized she couldn’t do the great tasks of strength needed to help, but there was something she could do that was a blessing for others regardless. She could sing, she could dance. She picked up a lute, and would sing, dance, and play, brightening the days of those around her, and they worked harder, they worked longer, and it was less of a chore. At school she began to make friends, and began to be invited to most parties for her merrymaking.

But that was not all that she would do, when others were troubled, she’d approach them, and listen to their problems, learning about them and their confidence, and she’d tailor entire events to make them feel better. She knew she couldn’t make everyone happy immediately, and sometimes her joyous intrusions had to wait due to tact. It was interesting learning when to be a solace, and when to be a surprise, and learning how to bake so many cakes and pies and desserts like you’d never know!

As her skills grew with age, she began to work as the head baker of her home, Inerinich. She began to serve those who lived there and was the go to girl for festivities, and her connections to brewers and farmers made sure that her parties were always home-grown affairs. One day, a travelling band of crusaders made their rest at her home, and she treated them all nicely and made sure they were rested and made happy! So grateful for her efforts, they invited her to go with them on their journeys, as their personal aid and chef. Very much so flattered, she accepted when it was mentioned that if she travelled with them, she could also help those that they visited.

Her ability to make quick friends was indispensable during her travels, as she always wanted to make sure the best was brought to bear for her get-togethers. She began to learn a little bit of mundane medicine skills at this time as well, helping treat the wounds to the best of her ability. She was almost the mascot for the group. After their stint on the frontlines, the group was assigned to be transferred to a new station, and before they could even arrive there, new orders came through. The entire group was being split up, some going to new chapters and others getting an honourable discharge. Draza and the others were dearly heartbroken. She did her best to hold their colours high when they went to a place she couldn’t believe she had the honour of seeing in person, the capital, Heiligen Stuhl! It was for their last time together, and there were many tearful goodbyes to be had, as they were given their new orders, and ceremonies were held for the older members who were to retire. She arranged things for a final party for them all. Little did she know how much attention her festival would catch.

After the specially wondrous party she helped put into motion for the clergy and visiting dignitaries, and a farewell to her templar group, she was given an offer, to become under the employ of the government there! So it came that she was courtier among the Papacy, a helper with planning of parties and festivities for foreign parties, to make them feel happy, and more at home, so renowned were her skills at merriment, both the orchestrating, and the execution. She’d have been a travelling minstrel if she could, share the joy, but she felt that it was more important to help the nation appease dignitaries. The smile on the face of a child was priceless, but the smile on the face of a noble child could mean a lucrative trade agreement that puts smiles on many families as they have more to eat, and more to get toys and the like!

But everything changed when the gods were banished. Oddly enough, due to the particulars of her faith, she didn’t see this as a bad thing, and knew it was in the best interests of mortals, for the brother in law to her patron goddess had decreed it as such so long ago! But when the Papacy began to lose the right to rule, and things began to get heavy, she felt she needed to take a leave of absence, as the Papacy was becoming more isolated from the people they were supposed to be helping as their sovereign. Making her escape due to a network of favours, she arrived back home to her family, and her old village home.

Things were changing so fast now, and she would first use all her skills at peace and love to make everyone in just her village be good and happy, but various others began to talk of a republic, for the good of all! Needless to say, she was immediately smitten by the idea, and went off to go and help this movement, fully joining the ranks of the Rheinfeld Republic! She was able to easily convince her homeland to join under their banner as well, and despite the chaos she was able to make quite the living trying to mitigate the issues of a poorly united leadership, or the sometimes lack of one.

During her early years with the Republic, one she was part of since near its birth, she worked at making sure people who wanted to join or move into the republic had an easier time moving in. There were many families, but one of them while in transit seemed a bit special to her, they were those who behaved a bit structured, reminiscent of her days with the templars and they had with them a young girl, aged 11, and soon to be 12. Seeing as they would still be within her region for that birthday, she wanted to give a dollop of sunshine to the girl. She approached her father about a surprise party, but he rejected it. Instead, she decided she’d do the best she could, and with a few favours, she got a special birthday cupcake baked up and delivered to her for her to wake up with. She doesn’t know if the little girl ever got to see it, or if her father got to it first, but she likes to think she got it and was happy before she moved on to other parts of the Republic.

Continuing her work, she became more and more important to trying to keep things from falling apart, dealing with dignitaries who dared to brazenly grace the Republic instead of the Papacy… and it was around this time when things got a bit messy. The revolutionary nature of the republic meant that it sometimes had to do unsavoury things, and it had to work with criminals, people that she never really thought about working with before! Assassins, thugs, smugglers, and the like. But this was really no problem for Draza, she could make friends with anyone if she tried hard enough, and she could make the criminal underworld love her too if she wanted! She just needed to know what type of cake to bake…

As time went on, she began to forge all sorts of pleasant agreements with the newly needed branch of activities of the republic! Where others may keep ties through force of will and coin and fear, she did it strictly through pleasantries, parties, and fun. Even the most cold hearted assassin could open up to her after she found out what meal his mother used to make for him before she tragically passed, and she replicate it for him. The joyous tears and comforting hugs reminded her that deep down, everyone’s still a person, and everyone still loves hugs.

Her services were invaluable to the Rheinfeld Republic, but she made it clear, if she could do more good for everyone, she would have to go. Her loyalties were to everyone, not just family, criminals, and countrymen! So when it came pass that the Kingdom of Renalta came to her of all people, asking her to join their cause, be part of the Queen’s Blades, to help save the whole entire world? How on earth could she say no? It was sad to say goodbye to her mother and father again, and the weight of responsibility hung over her. She would do her best, or she would die trying.

Armed with a lute, a recipe book, her finest dresses, and a cheeky little smile, she heads off to save the world. She can’t wait to see if her new friends like parties as much as she does.

Motivation: To make the world a better place. To see a smile on everyone’s face.

Traits & Equipment
General Traits
--Acrobatic
--Slippery
--Sharp 2
--Stealthy
--Inspirational Speaker
--Bullshit Detector

Unique Traits
--Too Innocent To Kill; Draza, being so small and adorable and just so... harmless looking, is usually not a top priority for people in combat, if she’s one at all. Those who are more ‘omnicidal’ or ‘indiscriminate’ in whom they want to kill or worse are not so won over, however.
--Soothing Aura 2; There’s just something about Draza, that makes it very difficult to be angry when near her. Aggression and malicious intent simmer down to being bothered, or more prankish than destructive. It’s hard to get riled up around her, but definitely not impossible. Short fuses are just made a hell of a lot longer, and people just assume a bit better about motivations; less likely to be offended as well. Keep calm, and carry on. Specially when she's doing music. UPDATE: Amping this baby up.
--Obfuscating Stupidity; Draza knows that she's not really much of a threat in most eyes already, but she's clever enough to use that to her advantage. She's adept at taking action while appearing to have simply innocently or harmlessly stumbled into her success. Really, it's how she survived this long. She has been with roaming mage hunting Templars in the past, and criminal organizations and such.

Equipment List
A backpack full of toys and goodies.
First aid supplies.
A particularly well made toy of an ogre that she has taken to calling ‘Gahrul’.
An assortment of dresses as appropriate for an assortment of cultures.
A sweet lute

Personal Section
Romance: Romance is fine, just remember she’s, like, tiny. You did read her description, right?
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: Only if you believe.

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An edited in second AND third character waiting for a spot to open! I request Alotha be given primacy to Ynari if possible to make that request. Or, y'know, just withdraw Ynari otherwise :p

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Biographical Section

Name: Alotha Quirinus (formerly Alotha Iovina)
Age: 39
Race: “Half”-Elf, “Half”-Human. Really far more confusingly mixed than that.
Sex: Female
Appearance: Standing at 5'8'', she was, in her youth, far more lithe and graceful, with a boyish build and small chest, but after the estrogen of a few kids her hips are wider, her top heavier, and her form far more womanly. She doesn’t have any sort of idealized figure, just a more accented form than before. Her ears are pointed, but only slightly, and her eyes are grey-white. Her hair is kept above her shoulders and is light brown. Marking her body are various scars, from where her arena gear broke, a blade or claw dug in too deep, and her nose is a bit wrong from having been broken too many times. She doesn’t have all of her teeth, missing two on her left side from a particularly powerful right hook she took once.
Homeland: Kingdom of Tuleria (formerly), Kingdom of Renalta (presently)
History: A pretty simple history. As a younger girl she took to disguising herself as a male and fighting in the ring against lizards, monsters, and guys with big weapons. She bound her chest and wore a mask that both served to protect her, intimidate, and conceal. However, despite her good track record, she eventually stopped fighting, and settled down with someone (Marino Quirinus) and had kids. Four of them, Groveren (18 M), Sandisa (12 F), Aracalo (8 M), and Minas (5 M).

However, she was unable to stay the mom for her kids after Marino sustained a severe injury in his line of work at the quarry. In order to sustain her family with the help of her eldest son’s job, Alotha had to go back to the one thing she knew how to do, fight. Returning to the ring as a ‘newcomer’, she quickly established herself as a mama badass. However, with the banishment of the gods, and the establishment of the Kingdom of Renalta and the whole ‘wow that place is cool and better to live in’, the Quirinii moved across the continent to Renalta, with any troubles beaten up and punched out by Alotha as necessary. At least, that’s how she claims it happened, Groveren helped fight things off in a more sensible manner (with weapons), and not all the fights that Alotha sometimes claimed happen did happen.

Motivation: Make the fucking world safe for her goddamn kids.

Traits & Equipment

Build Alpha

General Traits
--Slippery: While Alotha is loath to admit it, she can’t take a hit as well as the guys in the ring usually can. The only way to really stay in the fight was to avoid the hits until she could land a good one.
----Dodge!: And part of that is being able to react fast enough to avoid the hit and get a counter punch in.
--Charger: Alotha isn’t a ranged fighter. Closing that gap and getting in on someone is part of how she kicks ass.
--Endurance Training: No one is perfect at dodging. If you can’t make it whiff completely, best to be able to take what does hit you.
--Fortitude: Same as above. Only with magic. Yeah.

Unique Traits
--Consistent Punches: Her punches aren’t the fastest. Her punches aren’t the hardest. You know what they are? Reliable. ( Improved Accuracy; Weak Punches do more damage to line them up with stronger ones. )
--Projectile Deflection: Using the smooth strong surface on the backs of her hand and along her wrist and forearm, Alotha may deflect projectiles that are coming her way with her cestuses while she gets close enough to make those ranged attacks useless. She’s able to deflect physical and magical attacks to some degree in this way. ( Able to deflect projectiles to the sides semi-randomly. )
----Projectile Reflection: Instead of just knocking the projectile aside, Alotha may meet it more directly. Usually, punching arrows and bullets still sends them off to the side, and she can’t reflect attacks as fast as she can deflect them. But that fireball? Yeah, she’s going to hit that bitch back at you. ( Able to choose the direction of the projectile’s reflection. )
--Close Quarters Combat: Alotha specialized in not just normal pugilism, but battle against both armed opponents and lizards with natural weapons. She’s become adept at fighting at a close range in general, but knows when to dodge and parry for her own sake against those with weapons. ( Bonus at close range fighting, further bonuses against armed foes. )

Build Beta

General Traits
--Slippery: While Alotha is loath to admit it, she can’t take a hit as well as the guys in the ring usually can. The only way to really stay in the fight was to avoid the hits until she could land a good one.
----Dodge!: And part of that is being able to react fast enough to avoid the hit and get a counter punch in.
--Charger: Alotha isn’t a ranged fighter. Closing that gap and getting in on someone is part of how she kicks ass.
--Endurance Training: No one is perfect at dodging. If you can’t make it whiff completely, best to be able to take what does hit you.
--Adrenaline: Out numbered, and outmatched, Alotha fights stronger than ever.

Unique Traits
--Consistent Punches: Her punches aren’t the fastest. Her punches aren’t the hardest. You know what they are? Reliable. ( Improved Accuracy; Weak Punches do more damage to line them up with stronger ones. )
--Projectile Deflection: Using the smooth strong surface on the backs of her hand and along her wrist and forearm, Alotha may deflect projectiles that are coming her way with her cestuses while she gets close enough to make those ranged attacks useless. She’s able to deflect physical and magical attacks to some degree in this way. ( Able to deflect projectiles to the sides semi-randomly. )
--Close Quarters Combat: Alotha specialized in not just normal pugilism, but battle against both armed opponents and lizards with natural weapons. She’s become adept at fighting at a close range in general, but knows when to dodge and parry for her own sake against those with weapons. ( Bonus at close range fighting, further bonuses against armed foes. )
----Underdog's Victory: Alotha's fought in not exactly fair circumstances, but more than that, she thrives in them, to a point. The more the odds are stacked against her, the harder she'll fight. ( Bonus to combat and survivability when fighting greater odds, be they from numbers, equipment, or skills )

Equipment List
Magical Cestuses

Combat Mask and Headgear

Various bits of normal adventure gear and other bullshit that everyone who’s not Draza probably has on them. Maps, dungeon delving stuff, basic camping supplies. The works. She got most of it after joining the Blades “I’ll probably need it.”

A homestead in Renalta where her family lives now.

Personal Section

Romance: She’s married. But sure, husband can die or if we want it to be super scandalous, she could just cheat on him. Hope you like kids though; she’s keeping them.
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: Yes

Signature: Your username here. Elendra

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Biographical Section
Name: Ynari el-Haddad, formerly Ynari the Nameless
Age: 56
Race: Desert Dwarf, a race of dwarves that reside on the surface around deserts; true in dwarven blood and biology, they are taller and darker skinned than their subterranean cousins.
Sex: Female
Appearance: Standing at 4’10, with stocky build true to her nature, Ynari is a rather average desert dwarf young woman. Her hair is dark brown, although it tends to darken to black if she spends too much time out of sunlight. It is usually kept short, or up in a braided bun if she permits it to grow long in order to not disturb her craft. There’s very little in the way of frills in her garbs, all harty and pragmatic. Light on the skin to combat the heat of the desert and of the forge and nearly flame retardant as well. She has goggles tinted to let her stare into flames or the sun for long stretches, and rags tied around her arms to wipe sweat from her brow.
Homeland: Originally: The Free Holds / Nomadic; Presently: The Goblin Holds
History:

Public History

In short, Ynari was born to a travelling group of dwarven traders, where she learned the art of blacksmithing from her father. However, slavers attacked their caravan, and killed or captured most of her family, enslaving and moving them around. She does not know what came of them, although it is very likely they’re all dead. She became a slave as a helper to gladiators under Haidar el-Hashem, who used her skills in magic and smithing to cheat for profit and status, and to fortify his hold against outsiders. Under his ownership, she forgot her real last name, and became Ynari the Nameless as she’d be later known.

When the liberation of the hold occurred, she was found amongst many dead slaves, horribly injured and requiring medical attention. After being liberated, she began to work with the Goblin Holds for some time during their conquests before going off on her own private ventures. She rose to monetary power through a secret method of creating high quality and illustrious steel, both useful in practical applications and ceremonial. With this rise to wealth and prestige, she adopted a new surname becoming Ynari el-Haddad.

Recently she uncovered an ancient tomb that may or may not be religious, hellish, or otherwise. The tomb is within land considered hers, although she permits others to enter for a fee if they do so under close watch. There are rumours that she lusts for more ancient power and secrets, as she continues scouring the desert for more things beneath the sand. However, with fate, destiny, providence, or fortune apparently blessing her rise from being a slave, and her mighty smithing skills, she was chosen to be a member of the Queens’ Blades, supplying them with armours and weapons in return for coin to fund more expeditions around the continent in search for her prize.

Full (secret) History

Ynari was born with another name, and has changed it multiple times since. Born Yasae Kawru, she lived with her family, travelling smiths and artisans, until she was separated from them. Earning her way through what little she knew of smithing and her skill at forgecraft, she took the name Yasae Ajam for she was a foreigner of the cities. When the holding that she called home came under attack by the Goblin Holds, she took on the name of a recently dead slave, Ynari the Nameless, and used this to keep herself alive when she turned sides to the liberators. Within the Goblin Holds she gained another new surname, el-Haddad, in honour of her great smithing skills that she learned from Jabir al-Ebheredem.

Ynari as a child travelled with her family, beyond just her mother, father, and older brother. There were aunts, uncles, and more cousins than she could count. The caravan included a several wagons and many animals to draw them across the sands, as her kin roamed to sell their goods across the lands. There was a small selection of stone laden carts, that were used as various types of forges for their more lucrative wares. Her father’s, a man named Arun Kawru, was a smithy within he produced great weapons and armours. While her brother was more interested in using the blades and warhammers, Ynari took an interest in the creation aspect of it. She apprenticed under her father when she was still young, at roughly twenty years old, much to her mother’s, a fine weaver named Isra Kawru, annoyance. Isra wanted her daughter to take up her craft and not Arun’s.

She learned for thirteen years under her father, helping him provide arms for others and make money for her kin. Her first weapon made entirely by herself was after a decade under her father’s apprenticeship, and was a mace that would go on to serve her older brother, Mardic Kawru, as one of the defenders of the family’s many caravans. It was thought an impressive piece… for one who was still so new to the craft, and was little compared to the works of her father. However, it was still celebrated for her skills upon the metals they had on hand. In particular, she had learned from her father how to take shoddy materials and still refine them to make higher quality goods. It was far cheaper, although more labour intensive, to make them. However, it had less overhead than attempting to secure high quality material as nomads.

Her thirteenth year of apprenticeship was her last under her father, and her most eventful. For years she had begun to learn how to take the bones of the dead and forge weapons and armours out of those as well, a skill she was able to quickly put to use. It was but twelve days after her thirty and third birthday when their journeys further south had earned their family ill attention, as handfuls of bandit ‘liberators’ attacked their caravan one evening for ‘trading with the slavers’. She was familiar with these sorts, and how they were truly no better than those they opposed. They raped, pillaged, and burned until they were crushed again only to rise months or years later. A terribly dark cycle of the lands. The attack was brutal, but the advance of the banditry was held at bay, and from their corpses she and her father worked to make new supplies, specifically as a sign of defiance against the banditry. They would not falter to their assaults, and their attempts would only strengthen them, and arm them.

However, the message was not well met. A fortnight after their first raid, a great sandstorm rose supernaturally around their caravan, and the clans rode into battle with bloodstained banners with the intent to kill them all, or worse, for their stand against them. Ynari does not know what came of her family during the ensuing battle, the storm served as a means to split them apart, and distract them while they were slaughtered. But, she knows she was able to get out of it alive, and she was armed only with a hammer she had used at the forge. Her father was stronger still, her mother wily, and her brother a fiery warrior. There were many others in the caravan, and there couldn’t have been as many bandits as she recalls. So, to this day, she is unsure of their fate. If they had survived. If they had escaped.

Her time wandering the desert alone was arduous until she did finally stumble upon a small holding. The tall standing sandstone walls first appeared in her worn down mind as just stretching dunes into the horizon. However, when she did find that they were real, she found a small hole in them and crawled into it for a rest. There was still standing water, probably not sanitary, but she was so thirsty that she didn’t mind drinking some of the stagnant fluid before she slept. Her nap was not a long one, as the watch upon the walls had spotted her, and woke her at the point of a blade, thinking her an escaped slave at first. Quickly, however, she lied to them. She told them that she and her family were smiths from another holding, and their home was attacked by bandits. That they were dead and she had been wandering the lands in search of a shelter, and that her slaves had been liberated and turned against her. Such lies they did believe, but that did not necessarily earn their compassion. The bandits had been at their door before, and they gained little for offering this girl kindness, when instead she could be a new, young slave, right?

She tried to fight them, and one of the men at the apparent leader’s side tried to slice into her with his scimitar. However, Ynari stuck her hands out to try to block it from hitting her in the face, and a spark of magic surged from her and into the blade before it could strike her. It rusted and, of all things, fell from its handle to the ground impotently. This certainly caught the attentions of those around her. The leader of the guard around her, a man named Haidar el-Hashem, told them to stay their blades and spoke to Ynari, expressing a new interest in her now that she had demonstrated magic that even she didn’t know she had. He mused out loud that he couldn’t keep one like her in chains, she could rust them away. No, instead, he offered her a deal, one that she couldn’t refuse. Work with him under watch, or die. He didn’t know if she had more magic, but knew she couldn’t do it forever. She knew this too, and accepted his offer, introducing herself as Yasae Ajam when he asked for her name, simply calling herself a foreigner instead of him knowing her true name.

Her duties with Haidar were not so much akin to enslavement after some time, and if it were, it was perhaps the most gilded of cages she had ever seen. Haidar had a gambling addiction, namely linked to gladiatorial and arena combat, an addiction that she would help satisfy. She would go with his entourage as a smith, a seat that she did earn with her skills, and cheat for him. Weaken the arms of the others, and bolster magically those of his own slaves. She would get a cut of the profits, albeit small. It was strange, being under the man’s employ. After years of working with him and getting stronger at her magic, and better at her physical craft, she merged them quite well and resulted in Haidar’s local power rising, specifically when she put her skills to help arm the guard and militia against the bandits. Whether they were the ones who struck her family or not was something she could only wonder. Upon her fortieth birthday, in thanks for her efforts, Haidar offered her a selection of bed slaves of which he had now accrued many, of variety of ages, races, and even genders. You’d think there’d only be two genders in that variety, but you’d be wrong. While they were not her own slaves, she did partake in them, securing her position of power in her own eyes. After all, it was only the powerful that had slaves here, therefore she was powerful to use them, correct?

She would be a friend and confidant of Haidar for sixteen years in total. During these times she would accrue her own powers, although he always made sure to keep her just weaker. She was his mage and a cash fountain, and he couldn’t let her be too well known in that regard. His cheating wouldn’t be well seen. Instead, she was a background figure, holding no official title in the holding, and was seen a slave by many, and even was titled as one despite her pleasant and comfortable accommodations, and her influence. With his favour she was able to go on expeditions for ‘treasure’ and ‘power’ for his holding while she remained under watch of his own troops. In truth these were attempts to find her family again, and in both regards were mostly fruitless save for some small caches of gold found in few caves.

These expeditions were cut short after roughly six years of trying, when more than mere banditry began to organize and rise. Goblins under a powerful mage began to wage wars of liberation, and she was sequestered back to the holding of Haidar to make arms for him and his men, so that they could hold off this stronger invasion after it became clear that stronger holdings still were falling. Ill omens indeed for Haidar, and even for Ynari whom thought that these invaders were just as barbarous as Haidar on a bad day, or worse, responsible for the fate and presumed doom of her family, even if they were a revolution in power thirteen years after she last saw any of her kin.

For three years, the holding was at war with the goblins, and it was through her arms that they fought so well, metal slicing through metal when it shouldn’t be capable of so, pushing back the invaders time and again, until they pulled back for some time to focus on other holdings. Such was a temporary reprieve as when they turned their eyes upon the holding, there was nothing they could do. Her magic was nothing compared to theirs. The siege lasted months before they broke in and began to tear the place apart, freeing slaves and the like. Most slaves and others thought she was a slave too, but there were those that knew she wasn’t. For fear of her life, she had to hide who she was. If they knew, they would kill her. She burned and melted and destroyed any sign of her status however hidden it was. She knew she didn’t get everything, but more so couldn’t, she kept for certain the one memory she truly had attached to her family; the hammer for working heated metals… that, unlike the others, she hid within the some of the empty slave quarters. Later, with knife in hand, she stalked to the cells that held the slaves that knew who she really was. She sent the guards away telling them that they were needed elsewhere… and went in, and killed each slave there before piling their corpses upon each other, disposing of the blade, and in the end tore her clothes asunder and threw herself against the walls and ground to make her look beaten, tearing chunks of her own hair out through tears and screams. She was broken, bloody, beaten, half naked, and truly afraid of her life. Despite this all, she felt she would survive this. She crawled into the corpse pile, and waited.

When the liberators did arrive, and saw the sight, there were few words that they could say. They had already killed most of the slave owners, guards, and warriors there. No one was left alive that they could find who knew who she was, other than knowing her as a slave. The liberators came to her, and liberated. They took this girl, obviously violated and thought dead from the pile, so afraid of everything, and they saved her. How useful it was that she had some skills, apparently enslaved to make things at the forge as a smith, but how horrible they had treated her. No, they’d treat her right. This girl, Ynari, they would treat her right, and they would find her former master, the lord of the holding who had managed to escape.

They tended to her wounds, to her pain, and were far nicer than Ynari was actually expecting. Having been so close to a slave and a slave owner, Ynari didn't have a natural vitriol against slavery as they did, but beyond that they were no worse or better than other people. In her mind, slavery was just a thing, ultimately not good nor evil, it was just a part of life here, not a right, just a symbol of power. But these people, these liberators? They were remarkably good, for invaders. The slaves so freed were genuinely free. They weren’t forced then to join the army, they weren’t forced into work. They were free, and more than that they were helped onto what or where they wanted to go. She was suspicious, didn’t leave when others did. No, she’d stay behind and watch what they would do in their war, and also to regain the hammer from hiding. If they were violent and marauding, she’d take them apart from, the inside if she had to. But, no. They were about as good of people as she had ever seen, second only to her family. Wishful in thinking, but wanting to be sure to remain hidden her true self from them, after some months with them she asked them if they knew of any desert dwarves. She told them that before she was enslaved that she and her family were nomadic traders. Unfortunately, while there were those that could recall the traders from decades ago, they hadn’t seen them in years. They were sorry that they couldn’t help more.

Instead, seeing these people as a force of good if not slightly worse, she took to using her skills to help them after some months. With her aid, however little it was in the end, they secured more and more land, and she was handsomely paid for her help. When things slowed down, she moved into one of the larger holds and made a name for herself for her skills at the forge and anvil. She made more tools for the craftsmen, weapons for the guards, and armours for the nobles of afar, trading with Tuleria some. From there, more and more of the world opened up to her, and yet she remained in the Goblin Holds. They held land that last had her family, and so if they were still surface dwellers then they would likely be there, and if they were dead she could still find and honour them with a proper burial.

Yet, at this point she was not capable of affording such searches for too long. She despite this went on a journey to look for herself, eventually arriving by herself at the shore of the Blood Sea. There she met a man, Jabir al-Ebheredem, who claimed to have been a mighty smith in his youth, but his now wrinkled and old form could hardly lift the hammer necessary to pound metal into shape. The sickly decrepit man pulled at Ynari’s empathy, for she as a smith would hate losing this craft from her father. She told him that she is strong, and that she can still use a hammer as he once could. She offered to to take him back to one of the holdings where he can be well and taken care of. Jabir, however, denied this kindness, saying that he couldn’t leave these shores, he only wished he could again forge upon an anvil as proper.

Ynari felt such sorrow for this man that she returned home to acquire as much of her tools as she could travel with, and visited him again. He was still there, feet in the shallows of the blood as when she first saw him. She set up the anvil, and built a kiln and offered her body as his tool to forge something, refraining from acting in a way against what he said. By his words, she produced first a work of her own, camping out there for weeks as the iron ore became ingots became steel. The bar she produced brought a smile to Jabir’s face, and he offered to teach her one of his own techniques. One of the blood.

The technique of coagulation, charring, burning, and refining were unlike those she had seen before, or nary even thought of before. It wasn’t like she never thought of using the blood before in the process, but this technique was special. It tied into her magic, her Forgecraft just as it did Jabir’s. He was a mage as she was. Through the weeks that followed she practised the technique under his eternally watching eyes. Some part of her was sure this man was not just old, but the way he never stepped from the blood… he was dead.

And when she had finally been able to produce the blood steel on her own, he was gone.

Using the techniques from this, she began to amass some wealth, and make a name for herself, even going so far as to change her name once more, from Ynari the Nameless to Ynari el-Haddad, for she was a talented smith. And with her finances on the rise, she sought out with her own full expeditions to find her family, now fifty and two years old, having been within the Goblin Holds for nearly three years, and it having been now almost twenty years since she last saw any of her family. While she did not know where exactly they were when attacked, she did know where she ended up, and so could corner off where they were likely to have been. Fortunately for her, all the lands that she was to search through were under Goblin Holds, and still a ways from the border with the existing Free Holds.

A full year is invested in combing the desert for any sign of her family, their corpses beneath the sand, or any paths to the Underdark that they may have taken to get away. Her efforts were seemingly for naught, until she did discover, almost half buried beneath the sand what appeared to be a massive door. Far larger than would be necessary for a man, for a giant, or even a full dragon. No, this seemed to be a gate that a legion could march out with banners flying, hundreds by hundreds in blocks moving through. The door was stone, and heavy; it was not perfectly safe from their attempts to mine through, despite the strange ancient and eldritch runes that adorned it. Perhaps there was some connection between this door and the recently banished gods? Or perhaps it was more likened to the hells below.

Was it Destiny, Fate, Providence, or simply chance that she found it, and got within? She doesn’t know who could say for certain, but she did know that as soon as the wall was breached that the servants she had hired to help her get in were not to be the ones to go in. She swore she could feel a call from within, and so she descended a precariously hung ladder down deep into the chamber. With her torch she lit a contraption upon the wall that set the flames spiralling across the walls, lighting the massive stone chamber she found herself in.

She does not know what the name of the chamber is, but to her it became the Vaulted Reliquary. A place that she would mention in her writings and notes as she explored it alone in the flickering light that engulfed it. She was sure that while she descended quite a distance, that the height was still less than what she could see within the chamber. Was it bigger on the inside, or were her eyes playing tricks on her within this subterranean shelter? In either case, there was a simple, lonely tomb in the centre of it, atop a small alter. Curiosity pushing her forward, she opened the stone coffin, and found but few bones and dust within it. Whomever was laid here had been long dead, and while she could not tell for certain, she was sure that she wasn’t the first to be here after it was sealed, and with all the strange eldritch symbols about it it wasn’t certain if it was of the banished gods, or if it was tied to the hells, some ancient magic, or whatever.

She took to securing the spot of the Vaulted Reliquary for herself, keeping it mostly a secret, but such things do not really exist in the world when it comes to something so powerful. The location was eventually revealed to the rest of the Goblin Holds after she had only two years to study within it. While it was more rumour than fact, others did manage to come and look through it as well, but her long stance and influence around it made sure that only those she approved of could get through lest they had to use force against her. Word of her find and fortune spread, of course, and when the time for the Queens’ Blades came, she was both an impressive blacksmith, a skill Forgecraft mage, and one who had shown some aptitude or connection to the great powers of the world. Surely, she could help them, although she did insist on payment, and ultimately, help finding her family.

Motivation: While money certainly plays a part in her motivation, she also doesn’t want hell to spill over. That would suck.

Traits & Equipment
General Traits
--Raw Talent: She didn’t realize this until roughly 20 years ago, but she has true talent with magic.
----Raw Talent 2: Actually it's pretty damn good.
--Apprentice: Forgecraft, essentially specialized alchemy. Used in usually one of four ways, bypassing smelting to make usable metal out of ore, or at a greater cost out of stone (such a process is usually done in the field when lacking proper materials); refining and enhancing both the products and the process, speeding it along and increasing the quality of the end good; undoing the work done on other smithed goods, such as tools, weapons, and armours, by rusting them or causing them to fall apart; lastly, channelling other magics into the work. This last manner is the most difficult to do, and the most draining, unless you work with something particularly susceptible to this portion of the craft. In all cases, however, Forgecraft is easier and faster to do than comparable alchemy due to its specialized nature.
--Wells of Power: It is unknown if she found the Vaulted Reliquary because of her connection to the Wells of Power, or if she got connections to the Wells of Power because she found the Vaulted Reliquary. In either case, she’s connected now.
--Awakened Meditation: It wasn't like she was using a lot of magic to begin with.

Unique Traits
--Forged from Blood: While she keeps the exact manner in which she makes steel in this way a secret, Ynari’s weapons and armours of this make are fairly valuable for both their quality, protective qualities against magic, and the strange organic almost wood-like grain to the metal. She refers to the steel as Blood Steel, and it’s assumed that the Blood Sea is involved in the process by which she makes her products. Things made in this way are easier to imbue with further powers, and can even make mundane persons become proper threats so long as they’re neither too stupid or clumsy.
----Finest Steel: Okay, even if they're stupid and clumsy.
--Rapid Mobilization: Normally the creation and refining of goods by Forgecraft is a slow, timely affair. It produces incredibly high quality goods in due order. However, sometimes you need a bunch of spears to shoot out of the ground right now or a shield right now or to make that bad guy’s armour to rust right now. These acts are either far lesser in quality, or more draining to perform. Or both. Can also be used to rapidly arm a militia at the last minute with weapons and armours, or munitions.
--Custom Fit: A far finer touch than Rapid Mobilization, instead of just jutting shit out from things to the ground or at a target, she can quickly arm someone by making the weapons, armours, and tools conform to the person, making works that are perfect for the user.

Equipment List
--Arun’s Gift: An old smith’s hammer. Written in the handle, worn almost to illegible, is “For my daughter, Y”. The rest is scratched out and can’t be read. Ynari says that the rest was just her name.
--Hammer of the Reliquary: Perhaps not that most respectful use of the contents of the tomb; this item was made with those, quality iron, and blood from the Blood Sea. A mighty hammerhead for her own protection, using it instead of Arun’s Gift in combat in those rare times she fights in combat.
--Small Dagger: Sometimes there’s not enough room to swing the hammer, or it’s too noticeable.
--Merchant Robes from the Goblin Holds: Light clothing that minimally impairs movement, meant for merchants of the Goblin Holds. Suitably Arabic in style, and perfect for warm weather.
--Merchant Robes from Tuleria: Not as light as the robes from the Goblin Holds, and a bit more restrictive to wear; these robes do show off a higher status to be worn.
--Expedition Clothes: As light as the Goblin Hold Merchant Robes, but more restrictive in movement, they offer better protection against the elements.
--Finery Clothes: While certainly not as grandiose as as the adornments of true nobility, this dress and garb is flattering to the short frame and curves of Ynari.
--Smithing Gear: An assortment of actual blacksmithing tools, garbs, goggles, and more. Also, an actual anvil, but fuck traveling with that thing in your pack. Shipping it’s a pain, even. Cheaper to just get a new one or pay to use one.
--Map of the Goblin Holds: While the map shows the Goblin Holds and surrounding area, it is littered with notes around the Vaulted Reliquary detailing her searches.
--Maps of the Continent: Not in as great of detail as the Map of the Goblin Holds, Ynari does have maps of the continent and trade routes by which she has earned coin before.
--Smith’s Notes: Her own notes from the Vaulted Reliquary, and from techniques she has tried in both magical and mundane crafting, save Blood Steel.
--Cultured Coins: Money changers may be horrible thieves, but if you are to travel, you are going to need the proper coins more often than not. Ynari has sums of money for a variety of cultures available to her from her time as a merchant mage.
--Basic Survival Gear and Rations: Because it’d certainly suck to go around without these things, right?
--Trinkets and Relics: While not usually carried on her, Ynari does own sequestered away from the Vaulted Reliquary, things she has pilfered from it for herself for study and eventual use.
--Caravan: Based on wagons from her youth, and armed with a variety of employees who each seek apprenticeship, this is her preferred mode of travel. Beats walking.

Personal Section
Romance: Yes yes yes!
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: Yes.

Signature: Yes! Er, I mean, Elendra.

[Herzinth]

Abida Qisaf, the Noble Slave

Biographical Section

Name: Abida Qisaf
Age: 24
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Appearance: Link for smoothness (Art by Diego Cunha)
Addition Appearance Notes: Tattoo's are now more of a rich blue, and blue sparks can be seen dancing behind her eyes.
Homeland: Free Holds
History: Raised from birth as a slave in the city-state of Saylihold, Abida was treated as a personal project of her master's. She was taught by talented swordsmen how to fight, while also lectured in the ways of propriety and class. She was to be his pinnacle of creation, regarded as a living masterpiece of art.

The burden of slavery nor the temptation of freedom lived within her mind; she accepted her place in the world, and came to see it as a near mythical fate. Not a fate specific to herself, but a fate that dictates the order of the world; those who rule, and those who are ruled. Slavery, as she came to see it, was the natural extension of that universal fate.

So when a party of Goblin Hold soldiers crossed the nearby borders to wage battle with Saylihold, Abida followed the order to fight them off without hesitation, joining alongside the city's soldiers to keep the invaders out and fleeing slaves in. For that was the fate of the world, and she was determined to keep the order intact. As a reward for her obedience, a mage marked the area around her eyes with tattoos into which he wove spells of sight and vision.

Now her master has sent her to join the Queen's Blades, because she of all his slaves will remain loyal despite the easy to attain freedom. As to why he sent her, a hand in every change can mold the world to any vision.
Motivation: "The master commands, a slave complies."

Stats & Traits

General Traits
--Heavy Hitter II
--Acrobatic I
--Slippery I
--Raw Talent I

Unique Traits
--Elvish Strength I: The blood of elves long used to the harsh deserts of the North runs through Abida's veins, making her stronger than most ordinary humans while still keeping a lean physique.
--An Unnatural Vision I: Pale blue tattoos frame Abida's eyes, and are in fact magical in origin. They let her see when vision would normally be obstructed by such things as darkness and weaker illusions.

--An Unnatural Vision II: The tattoos have deepened in colour, and a faint blue hue can be seen flickering behind Abida's irises. Now anything in her field of vision, even at great distances and in her periphery vision, can be seen in remarkable detail at once,without needing to focus on one thing or another.

--Stutter Step I: Abida can shift herself a few feet in any direction. Similar to a teleport, except for the fact that she still traverses the distance between the two points. Just really quickly. And yes this includes up.

Achievements
--Mighty Cleave I: "With one great swing the King laid dead, and all his kingdom mourned. With a second great swing, so too did Kyria, and that ended any hope, of a land: Forsworn." Like the mighty Archangel Typhon, you have a potent swing, and put a little more strength into it than most do. (Minor bonus to damage output & armour penetration.)
--Teamwork I: You work well with others, and are growing accustomed to doing so. You have a greater chance of success in any action if you perform it with an ally, rather than alone. (Minor bonus to anything when done with a compatriot, to a reasonable degree.)

Equipment List
--A heavy two-handed sword
--Light, non-movement impairing clothing fit for a noble

Personal Section

Romance: Opt-in
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: Exist?

Signature: Herzinth

[Tempest]

Biographical Section

Name: Rayvon Krayvitch
Age: 22
Race: Aasimar
Sex: Female
Homeland: Kingdom of Liveria
History: Here
Motivation:
To establish angels as secular of the gods, stamp down scourges of the realm and purge the corruption of both unholy and amoral individuals. It may not be her problem, but she's about to make it so.

Traits & Equipment

General Traits
--Defender II: Basics of wielding shields and armour effectively. Damage negated by a small portion
----Protector: Weapon deflection and combo disruption
--Adrenaline I: Basics of “last stand” mechanics
--Fortitude I: Basics of resisting magical spells
--Raw Talent I: Basics of casting magic power-wise

Unique Traits
--Divine Martyr I: Natural resistances to Unholy and Corruption effects. At the expense of exposing herself to a degree of the corruption, she can purify an individual.
----Divine Martyr II: Rayvon now has a cleansing aura. All things within the area are less prone to the effects of corruption. She herself now naturally cleanses corruption of herself over time.
--Orthodoxy Awareness I: Ability to sense corrupt and divine individuals in a range based upon the strength of it. IE) Demons and angels, within 50 metre radius, slight corruption on contact
--The Spellsword I: Rayvon has the talent to imbue raw magic in some form to her equipment. Grants a slight magic property bonus to either attack or defense with the equipment enchanted.

Achievements:
--Purple Ribbon: Minor bonus to dealing with damage, less likely to fall into shock or succumb to injuries.
--Mighty Cleave: Minor bonus to damage output & armour penetration.

Contacts:
None as of yet

Equipment List:
Chainmail and Half-plate Armour, Decorated
Vigilo Numen – Greatsword, High-Quality
Longword
Wrist-mounted Buckler
Black Cloak
Cross Necklace
Wineskin
Rations
Empty Coinpurse
Whetstone
Steel Polish
Flint and Steel
Angelus Decretum

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Biographical Section

Name: Maeven Lucre
Age: 27
Race: Mechanist-Human Half-Breed
Sex: Female
Homeland: The Kingdom of Tuleria
History: Here
Motivation:
There are many interesting things in Tuleria, but there are even more abroad. Maeven knows this and believes the gateway to these things is the Queen's Blades. Even she had heard tale of the Heroes of Renalta. What could be more interesting than that. Well, she is determined to find out.

Traits & Equipment

General Traits
--Heavy Hitter I: Basics of doing more damage with each attack
--Endurance Training I: Basics of taking more damage and resisting pain-related negative effects
--Sharp II: Basics of weakness-finding and lie detecting
----Investigator: Increases chances of finding out of place things and detecting weaknesses. Chance to suddenly realize something they didn't understand before
--Slippery I: Basics of dodging and evasion

Unique Traits
--Mechanist Matron I: Maeven is proficient in binding spirits to make living creations. Need an example? Meet Fafnir, a mechanical dragon construct.
----Mechanist Matron II: Maeven has begun experimenting upon Fafnir in order to make him a better dragon then ever. He now can be customized to better service her needs. Unlocks two customizable slots for him.

Fafnir the Father

Fafnir the Father
Bound Spirit: Dragon
Description: Here
Upgrades:
--Slot 1 - Leather Wings:Fafnir is now made with leather wings enabling him the ability to fly. This in turn also grants him higher agility and movement speed, at the expense of some of his protective capabilities.
--Slot 2 - Protected Fuel Lines: Fafnir now has protected fuse lines. He is less likely to be disabled due to leaking fuel. This grants a moderate bonus to defense against high damage.
--Slot 3 - Mouth Extended Torch:{/i] Maeven has found a chemical she can spark temporarily to create a fire-breathing effect for Fafnir. This, for brief periods of time can be used as a fire breath attack by him. Extended use could risk doing damage to his own structure or heating those upon his metal surface as it heats up.

Unequipped Augmentations
[i]--Augmented Voicecaster: Fafnir has a terrifying roar. In fact, Maeven has attempted to make it even more terror inducing. Fafnir has a chance to fear his enemies when he begins roaring.

--The Only Real Power is Firepower I: While bows and steel are fine, they are inferior to a solid gun. Maevan is a sharpshooter equipped with the best of the best of Mechanist Weaponry (or so she claims), Bloom the Blunderbuster.

Bloom the Blunderbuster

Gem Slot: Bloom can have different gems fixed into place. The effects this can have will change as Maeven discovers new crystals.
Barrel: Bloom has interchangeable barrels that can be swapped out between combat.
--Wide-mouthed: Adds a cone-damage effect.
--Rifle: Adds an accuracy bonus
--Short: Faster reload

--Interchangable Parts I: Maeven has begun to better understand her mechanist talents. She now has the capability to overhaul her creations completely outside of missions. Inside missions, she can do on the fly repairs and alterations outside of combat. This ranges from swapping out soulstones to change the effects in her gear to changing out parts to change the function of her equipment. This talent also applies towards other mechanist items that she comes across, given her cursory knowledge of what makes creations tick.

Soul Gems

Dragon - An ancient spirit capable of powering massive constructs. It has a strong will of its own. Fixed
Fire Mage - A mortal spirit capable of powering larger things. Adds a fire based element to whatever it is socketed to.
Golem - A mortal spirit capable of powering larger things. In a weapon, it tends to add more knockback.
Animal - An animal spirit capable of powering simple things. In a weapon, it tends to silence it.

Achievements:
--Mechanical Apprentice: One free upgrade to Fafnir.
--Playing Possum: Minor bonuses to escaping the attention of enemies.

Contacts:
None as of yet

Equipment List:
Bloom the Blunderbuster – Special
Upper-Class Clothing (Tulerian)
Flintlock Pistol
Powder Horn
Dagger
Goggles
Empty Spirit Gem
Control Ring - Fafnir
Journal & Charcoal
Tinker Toolkit

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Personal Section

Romance: YES
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: Yes
Signature: I, Tempest, hereby swear and promise to follow the rules and create the most ridiculous characters I can within their confines for the sake of my own amusement. I pledge to play the party's babysitter as the Paladin player and sow mayhem as I may with my Mechanist monstrosities. Cross my heart and hope the dice aren't douchebags.

[Gat]

Brovo said -snip- my word is the word of a god in this role play.

But the gods were banished, they hold no sway anymore! :p

also not sure if i'll rework maher or not, but expect a character from me at some point.

[Herzinth]

Let it be known that everyone else's characters were edited in after I had finished both of mine
/shallow and meaningless victory

Also, if dibs are a thing, then all five extra character slots are taken. If not, then there are still three left at this point. For those too lazy to count up to five on their own.

[GreenGoat]

This spot ish mien. I will pu up someting here

[Gat]

Brovo specifically said first come first serve, so really dibs is irrelevant.

[Herzinth]

Gat said
Brovo specifically said first come first serve, so really dibs is irrelevant.

In the slim chance that dibs count as coming first.

[Holmishire]

Biographical Section
Name: Aëyr.
Age: 19.
Race: Selkie.
Sex: Female.
Appearance: Dark brown hair, slim build, average height. (better description to come, probably draw her when I get the chance)
Homeland: The Free Holds.

History

Born and raised in the seas, near an uninhabitated northern archipelago, she learned the ways of survival both above and below sea-level. Her shoal was not large, but tight-knit, and had regular gatherings with other nearby shoals, selkie, merfolk, or otherwise. So far out at sea, there was very little in the way of interference from the landborne races. However, still young, a merchant convoy from the Free Holds happened upon her archipelago and decided to spend some time there resting, restocking, and taking note of the isles' resources and location for future voyages. Finding the selkies residing there, they offered some trade in exchange for some of the precious ores surrounding a dormant volcano. Not valuing the ores themselves, the selkies readily agreed to the trade.

A couple years later, when she was sixteen years old, a new, larger, and better-armed convoy arrived at their archipelago. These new men made no efforts for trade, and went straight to mining the ores and cutting down trees for lumber.

The selkies approached the merchants and their guards demanding they leave their isles alone, but they refused, threatening the selkies if they interfered. Powerless, the selkies could do nothing but observe as their land was pilfered. In hiding, they eagerly awaited the day when the men would leave them to their peace, but when that day came, they were in for an even worse fate than before. A small troop was sent out to find the selkie hideout and capture some of them as slaves. Once found, they attacked and ruthlessly killed six, capturing two girls and one man.

On the ship, they were chained to the deck and not allowed into the water. Drying up to the sun, it was not long before the three of them had shed their coats. The man, most adept in the use of magic, managed to break himself free of the bonds, but was slain before he could escape with the others. And so it was that they were shipped through Teluria to the Free Holds and sold into the slavery of a brothel in the city of SouthBlood. Trained both physically and mentally, given strict workout regiments and diets—though hers tailored to her amphibious nature—she quickly became one of the many skilled prostitutes of the establishment, often using her empathetic nature to take advantage of her consumers' desires.

Though she, as the years passed, came to accept the hard life fate had given her, her constant companion Eüchia, the selkie two years her younger who'd been captured alongside Aëyr, had fallen into a deep depression. As such, she resolved to break her out. They made it halfway through the city before being caught. To make an example of them to the other slaves and prostitutes, they strung Eüchia at the end of a dock, gave Aëyr a dagger and three options: slit Eüchia's throat, and keep her own life; cut Eüchia loose into the water, and be banished to the desert; or do nothing and spare Eüchia, but be herself flogged to death on display.

Taking the dagger in her hands, she cut Eüchia loose.

They abandoned her naked in the desert, far from other settlements, with no knowledge of where she was. Knowing not what else she could do, she ran in one direction, sleeping during the day and absorbing any moisture she could from the air, with a little help from her meager magical abilities to keep the heat at bay. After three days, she arrived—starved, dehydrated, largely sleep-deprived, and burnt from the sun, at Goblin Hold. They cleaned her up and brought her back to a decent level of health, astounded by her trek across the desert. When she was fit enough to leave, she gratefully took her leave of the Goblin Holds, and with rations to last, she went first to the Imperium, then to the other side of the Blood Sea, and has been wandering since, constantly moving.

Motivation: After years of slavery, Aëyr wants to regain some sense of self-worth. Benevolent at heart, and choosing others over herself, all she wants is a better world where others, perhaps, won't have to suffer as she did. She chose to join the Queen's Blades to help others.

Traits & Equipment

General Traits

Slippery: You are fully aware of what happens if that war hammer the size of a small child hits you square on the chin. You’ve decided to make it a priority to learn how to never let that happen, and while you’re still learning, you understand at least enough to jump back from a blow before it takes off your head.

{Basics of dodging and evasion.}

Dodge!: [Rank 2] As you've refined your instincts, your ability to avoid harm has also grown, and as such whenever an enemy swings at you, there's a solid chance you've already figured out not to be there by the time the swing would connect.

{Dodging is quicker and no longer forces your character onto the defensive, and can occur even if your character is caught off guard.}

Stealthy: Every journey begins somewhere for the avid stealth expert, and yours is about on par with that of a cut-purse or a minor bugler. You have the basics down, but to learn more will take time and practice.

{Basics of stealth-oriented tasks and escaping.}

Endurance Training: After training out in the field for hours and hours on ending, you have come to realize the value of being able to simply last longer than your opponent. This translates into taking a couple more hits before you will go down, and having a higher tolerance to pain... Though, getting hit still hurts, quite a bit actually, and you’re no god.

{Basics of taking more damage and resisting pain-related negative effects.}

Acrobatic: You understand the basics of climbing ropes, ascending walls, jumping across rooftops, and rolling when you hit the ground. On the other hand, you’ve only really grasped the basics of it, so jumping a twenty foot chasm while being shot at is not recommended.

{Basics of acrobatics: Climbing, falling gracefully, etc.}

Unique Traits

Selkie: Selkies are amphibious creatures, living both on land and in the sea. As such, Aëyr has partially webbed appendages that aid her in swimming, and can hold her breath underwater for about an hour. She can handle great pressure so as to dive deep, and can see well both above and below water. Their physiology is also designed to allow them to support the cold of the sea.

{Increased swimming skill; breathe longer; underwater sight; withstand high pressures; withstand low temperatures.}

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Going the Distance: A skilled runner, she is both fast and enduring, able to make long treks with great speed and little sustenance.

{Increases speed and endurance while running.} Level 2

Burning Fast on an Empty Tank: Even after exhausting herself completely, she can push herself to the same speeds with but a moment's rest.

{Decreases recovery time.}

Achievements

Teamwork I: You work well with others, and are growing accustomed to doing so. You have a greater chance of success in any action if you perform it with an ally, rather than alone.

{Minor bonus to anything when done with a compatriot, to a reasonable degree.}

Sharpshooter: You've become accustomed to aiming, then firing. Nifty.

{Minor bonus to accuracy.}

Equipment List
Wears light sleeveless clothing, with some leather sewn in for minor protection of essential parts, but mostly designed to be lightweight and flexible. Carries large canteens filled with water, a large warm cloak, a satchel filled with a variety of medicinal herbs and paraphernalia, and a couple long, sharp daggers. Also her weapon of choice, a sling with a number of small spherical stones.

Personal Section
Romance: It happens if it happens.
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: I suspect so.
Signature: Holmishire, should you choose to accept me.

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I am fully aware that you are giving preferential treatment to the previous players of Renalta, and I in no way wish to subvert that decision. But, if by some fluke of luck, Renalta doesn't fill up with the regulars, I would be honoured to join the pack.

If it doesn't work out, well, I've always got the Last Bastion. ;}

[Maxim]

Reserving a slot.

[Tempest]

Holmishire said
I am fully aware that you are giving preferential treatment to the previous players of Renalta, and I in no way wish to subvert that decision. But, if by some fluke of luck, Renalta fill up with the regulars, I would be honoured to join the pack.If it doesn't work out, well, I've always got the Last Bastion. ;}

If it comes down to it... I might try to talk to Brovo and see if... I... *takes a deep breath* If it comes down to it, perhaps putting my secondary onto the backburner until their are inactives or drops.... If. Until that point, I have an iron grip on that secondary slot.

[Elendra]

Tempest said
If it comes down to it... I might try to talk to Brovo and see if... I... *takes a deep breath* If it comes down to it, perhaps putting my secondary onto the backburner until their are inactives or drops.... If. Until that point, I have an iron grip on that secondary slot.

I literally cannot decide what to do for my second character. As some can attest, I have a list several dozen ideas long, and I can't pick which to do. So I'll drop my second one so Levi can get in, because he at least has a clear idea :p

Or if that doesn't help, OH WELL, I tried.

[Herzinth]

So... me and Jojo each have a returning character, and a new character.

Jojo's returning character was born a slave in the Free Holds, rejected his place as a slave and fought to free others. My new character was born a slave in the Free Holds, accepted her place as a slave and fought to keep the practice in place.

My returning character was born a noble in Renalta before moving to Liveria, has always been highly religious, and is intolerant of other races and all things 'unholy'. Jojo's new character was born a noble in LIveria before moving to Renalta, has never been that religious, and befriended a vampire before becoming one herself.

Okay.

[Gat]

Couldn't have planned it better if you tried.

[Andrea]

saving a slot