[OOC] The Shadows of Aeios

[ReaptheMusic]

Finished. Now i made it so she was just among the nobles of House Rynir, but if you catch one where it still says shes a Rynir by last name let me know, I'll fix it. ^^

Aideth Orin

Name :
Aideth Orin of House Rynir
Nicknames :
“Rolor’s Mistress” is the name she has been given in battle.
Gender :
Femme
Age and birthday :
July 30th, 1278
24 years
Origin :
Daughter of A noble of the Rynir Family, Iridite and Levin Orin

Length and build :
Height: 5’8
Build: Sturdy, with shoulders that could hold up a shelf on their own. This does not sacrifice curves, however.
Weight :
173lbs (Mostly in muscle)
Sexuality :
Many are uncertain. Aideth does not openly express her sexuality, leading many to wonder if she has a sex drive at all. Servants of House Rynir, however, know her to be heterosexual, finding out under uncanny circumstance in catching Aideth gazing lustfully at portraits of the God Rolor in the midst of tutoring.

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Appearances :
Face, hair, eyes, etc:

Aideth is a Golden haired beauty who is seldom off guard, making her appear constantly tense and ready for action. Her eyes are an ever changing hazel, shifting shades according to her mood and current scenario whilst never drifting far from their basic color. Sturdy, busty, and curvy, she uses all of her body’s attributes to aid her in battle, such as feigning weakness, withholding the element of surprise with just how strong her body truly is. Many are intimidated by her height, being so tall for a woman, but she merely sees it as another asset to intimidate her foes.

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Occupation :
A Centurion for the Legion, A title she earned after her fathers death. At the time, she was an Optio fresh out of the Academy and stepped forth to take upon herself the burden of a Centurion, only after proving her own worth as well.

Favorite phrase/saying :
“When in shame, lower your blade. When ashamed, strike the coward that placed guilt into your heart.”

Favorite Food :
Expensive wine with the finest cuts of steak.
Favorite Weather and Season :
All weather is good if it means training, but the season she most prefers is the Autumn, when blood stains the colors of the leaves it is truly a breathtaking harmony of shades.

Patron God/Goddess :
She has always prayed to the God Rolor. Since she was a child she dreamed of going into battle, and in her teen years found herself blushing at the very thought of meeting him in person (not unlike a fangirl to her favorite band.) As the years passed she has become more infatuated with Rolor, and sometimes questions if she actually loves the god not in a spiritual way, but in a way only a lover can.
Her obsession and desire for the God of War, his mark around her neck on a small chain, has earned her her nickname in battle.

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Personality :
Aideth is… difficult to say the least. In a normal situation, Aideth is level headed, stubborn, and quiet. She silently takes in her surroundings and the slide of her eyes could cut throats. As the head of the Rynir family, she has learned to be firm, and to listen to the demands of her fellow houses. This practice is one she does not care for, and is unafraid to openly express her opinions of how she deals with tyrants and liars. However, in battle she is the most ruthless and wild woman you may ever lay eyes on. She is as merciless as she is beautiful. And Hell turn to ice if she doesn’t love the bloodshed of her enemies. So much so that stories have spread like wildfire, exaggerating the tales of Rolors Mistress. She will never confirm nor deny such stories.
If there is ever a chance to clash silver swords over silver tongues, Aideth will be the first to apprehend the opportunity. This makes her arrogant in one sense, but it’s the reason she’s still alive. No, she isn’t perfect, but she doesn’t need to be. What matters most is protecting the nation… no matter what.
She does, however, have a soft spot for children and baby animals.

History :
As a girl, Aideth loved her father.
She would run out to him in the middle of the night when he was training soldiers, and cling to his leg with little tears running down her cheeks. And with a sigh, the Rynir noble would scoop his daughter into his arms and bring her back to her bed, where they discussed the cause of her tears, which would always be a nightmare. He would tell her stories, that the God of War would protect her from her nightmares, as he protected him in battle. Despite learning that Rolor had no control of nightmares later on in life, this would always soothe the small Aideth and put her to sleep.
Life went on. Her sisters and brothers came too, and she would watch them as she grew. Her father, however, always spoiled Aideth more than his other children. Aideth was his little girl, and always would be. After much begging, he agreed to show Aideth her way around swords and other weaponry despite her mothers fretting. She spent much of her time when not in school around the soldiers, who would initially not take her desire to learn too seriously for a lady her age until she spat foul words. Stunned, the soldiers quietly helped, and over the years her skills increased as did her friendship with these soldiers.
At night, when her younger siblings would come to her in fear of nightmares, she would tell them of Rolor, and how he would always protect them… and as she grew her trust turned to affection for the God. She graduated the academy and became an Optio. Shortly after, in her first true battle with her father against a warring nation, her father was killed. With their Centurion leader, her father, dead, The Legion was forced back. They had lost a battle that day.
Her mother could not bear it, and died of heartbreak a few days after learning of her husbands death. Her brothers and sisters mourned, but Aideth did not have that luxury. She was now to be head of her family, and she knew she had to become Centurion, for no other than a member of House Rynir must play the role… at least that’s how she felt. So she trained. She had soldiers under her command aid her through vigorous training sessions that would bring her to the point of exhaustion, and asked them to intentionally hurt her in order to build up her pain tolerance. She takes no grief for it, however… she chose this.
After a long, mental and physical battle, she was selected as the new Centurion for her unit. Now she has won her battle to be centurion, but her battle with nobles, and their wits, is far from over. She only prays that Rolor will guide her now. She looks to one day lead House Rynir as its leader.

Theme song :

This song deeply expresses who Aideth is, and the lyrics here are very powerful. I hope this brings you to be a bit more intimate with just who she is.

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Clothing and/or armor :
As above in the photos, Aideth typically wears dresses and bold colors to express her nobility, and prefers to wear armor despite not being able to all the time. However, there will always be different occaisions. (For this ignore the girl in the photos and focus on the outfits.)

Amongst nobles:

To the Ball:

Amongst commoners:

Training soldiers:

Casual:

Full Armor:


Tools and weapons :
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Name :
Orin Longsword
Description :
IT CUTS, IT HACKS, IT CHOPS, IT DOES EVERYTHING FOR YOUR KITCHEN NEEDS. Also can cut through flesh and bone, but, ya know… This sword once belonged to her father, and has been passed down for several generations.
Appearance :

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Name :
Orin Shield
Description :
Good for blocking lethal attacks and in an emergency it makes as a fine cuddlebuddy. Passed down with the Orin Sword
Appearance :

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Name :
Simple Dagger
Description :
Cutting, stabbing, shanking… its better for a more stealthy approach, as well as for cutting meat.
Appearance :

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Skill/Abilities :
-Horseback Riding
-Swordsmanship
-Minor archery
-Falconry
-Etiquette
-Has acquired a high level of education in the Academy
-‘Lady skills’ such as cooking and sewing, taught by her mother

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Traits
-Extremely aggressive in battle
-Appears to be snobbish to those around her due to her quiet nature out of battle
-Absolutely obsessed with the God of War and pines for his affections
-A complete Daddy’s girl

I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire

[Everblight]

Wow this is much bigger than I thought haha. I haven't read the full OOC yet but I will get to it soon and begin making my CS. I'm hoping t make a rather underhanded yet powerful Merchant who doubles as an information broker.

[Lucius Cypher]

Name :
Leeson
Nicknames :
Wordy, an ironic name used because he doesn't often speak, but when he does he tends to talk a lot.
Gender :
Male
Age and birthday :
22; Autumn of 1280
Origin :
A commoner in title, but Leeson's ancestors, including his father, was quite favored in some of the lower nobility houses for his skills in the forge. Leeson's family was well known for their general knowledge in metal working, and more importantly, sword crafting. Leeson's great-grandfather learned it from a highly skilled smith from a low nobility, and than passed down the knowledge to his sons. Leeson himself could have gotten the chance to rise his family to a better station, but then things happened...

Length and build :
Leeson stands at around five feet and five inches, and is rather portly. His muscles show that he is a man familiar with hard labor, but his guts also tells that he is a man who eats well. While not certainly as large as other men who lounge on their wealth, Leeson is deceptively larger than his clothing would reveal.
Weight :
Around two hundred pounds
Sexuality :
He is a heterosexual in that he stills to marry a woman, but he would not reject companionship with another man if he offers pleasant company.

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Appearances :

Some would say that Leeson looks like a foreigner compared to some of his neighbors, such as his almond shaped eyes, fairly small nose, and other features. And while Leeson does not know exactly where his ancestors originate from (The furthest records are from his Grandfather's, who they only know migrated to Delias, but not from where), his father and his father before him were born and raised in these lands, and each one were a splitting image of each other regardless of the women they were birthed from.

Leeson himself has many scars and burns on his arms due to years in the forge, and his skin has darken to reflect this. One particular feature he tries to hide from the public eye is a scar that goes around his neck; savvy observers could tell that it would had come from a hanging. But since Leeson still lives, it's obvious that he was not killed by it. Not quickly anyways.

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Occupation :
Currently Leeson is a blacksmith, though for how much longer is in question.

Favorite phrase/saying :
"Two things can control this world: Gold and Iron." To Leeson, this means that anyone could do anything so long as they have the money (Gold) or could potentially kill you (Iron).
"Bollocks." A generally used term by Leeson for any situation he finds disagreeable.

Favorite Food :
Leeson favors mushrooms that grown on the logs of dogwood trees, but he likes anything with a spicy taste to it.

Favorite Weather and Season :
Leeson prefers the Autumn, where it's near the end of the harvest season and the sun isn't so harsh, but it's not so cold that one could not enjoy a day outside. Weather wise Leeson actually prefers windy but sunny days, so that he could go for long walks and keep cool.

Patron God/Goddess :
Though Leeson isn't not a very religious type, when he must pledge his alliance with any god in particular he would chose Iatia, as he sees her as what true perfection is; always outside the reach of mortals, not too look down upon them, but so they know where the next goal lies.

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Personality :
As many of his community might tell you, Leeson seems to be a fairly solitary man. Sure, he would speak to people, make his appearance present, but even amongst a crowd he would seem to be alone. Always doing his work, and his time with others often involve their assistance in his work. He's not a trouble maker by far, and indeed if you went to him for help he'll be willing to offer it however he can. He could not simply say no, just try as hard as he can, even if he will fail anyways. But that's what an observation from the outside would be if you don't ask him what he thinks of himself. He would be honest; he does not know if he is a good judge of character, least of all his own. His only desires is to be a person who can be relied on when asked, and to not be a burden otherwise. Leeson is a romanticist trying to be a cynic; he believes and sees the world for it's good and it's benefits, but feels responsible for the flaws and issues, so much that he feels he must confront them regardless if he has any reason to be involved in the first place. In a better world, he could have been a knight in shining armor, wandering the world righting wrongs and doing good for the land for the sake of making it a better place. But he knows these are just fantasies, but even so he tries to make them realities, as small and insignificantly as they tend to be.

That being said, Leeson is not a nice person. He is not an honest person either, and frankly can come across as rather blunt, sometimes even aggressive. To Leeson, he is simply trying to establish himself as someone who is not going to allow others to try to push or manipulate him against his will. His attitude, be it subtly or blatant, is made to convey a sense of control over the situation at hand. Depending on who you are depends on how subtle he'll make his attitude; close friends are more likely to get extreme reactions from him, where as strangers get more neutral, apathetic responses. And while Leeson does believe himself to be an understanding and reasonable person, he is either lying or a worse person than he appears when he still gives harsh judgement regardless of the circumstances. He believes in equality, sure, but it's not a balance; if he were a judge you would be executed for your crimes, be it petty thievery or murder. His ability to stand by his beliefs regardless of the opposition is admirable, but not always right.

History :
Leeson is the first and only child of Lee the Armorer, a well known blacksmith in the city of Delias. His family's claim to fame was that they knew the subtle arts of sword making and armoring, two skills that often take a normal man years to learn, and not both together. Leeson's father would often boast that the knowledge is carried in their blood, and that the sons would know how to work with metal like how a baby would walk. But this was mostly boasting; Leeson was indeed talented in his profession, quickly taking up the hammer and tongs at a young age of ten years. But his crafts consisted mostly of kitchen ware and cutlery; it took him three years of constant practice every day of the week before he was even allowed to start making things such as axe hands and shovels. Leeson's father would have taught him how to create swords and armor when Leeson was at an adult age too, where it not for one fateful day.

It was the spring of 1295. Leeson was fifteen years of age at that time, and while a skilled blacksmith for his age, he was no where near his father's ability. His father could provide arms and armor for ten men in a week, something that made him rather famous in the city. If Leeson could match his father's skill, the two of them could have worked together and raised their family up to at least a low nobility. But Leeson wouldn't get a chance, not for three years. But during the spring of 1295, Leeson's father headed north towards Nuale, to sell their wares there during a grand festival of some sort. But Leeson's father never returned. A month passed since Leeson's father left for his trip, and when Leeson and his mother asked what had become of him, they could only discover that during that time, there was a high rise in bandit activity in southern Nurvlin. In all likelihood, Leeson's father was captured by the bandits, or killed. Leeson never saw his father after that day. And after that day, Leeson's life became to crumble around him.

His mother, grief stricken, married off to another man, a merchant, who left her only son to their family forge. Leeson himself, while skilled in the forge, had no experience on how to run it as a business. For a while, he tried to take care of the forge himself. He did rather well too, for about three years. But by then he soon discovered that for all his skills in working with metals, without his father's knowledge no one cared for what Leeson could do. Blacksmiths who could shape pots and pans were a dime a dozen; Leeson could hardly forge a decent dagger, let alone a masterwork weapon. He tried to get by as a mundane maker of tools and kitchen ware, picking up some knowledge in making chains, locks, hinges, even managed to make himself a fairly decent war axe, but as he grew older his business slowed down. Leeson knew that he had three, maybe five more years before his business would be forgotten, and he'd be forced to sell his family's forge just to survive. Leeson came to terms with his fate, and tried to live the rest of his life as comfortably as he could. He made friends with various people including a mine and smelter owner, and was sweet on an herbalist girl back in his community.

Cut to now, the 1302 year since the empire was formed. Leeson still owns his forge, albeit he only gets by providing pickaxes for the local iron mine and occasionally repairing weapons and armor for local guardsmen. Leeson spends most of his time at the forge trying to make works of art out of the materials he gets, which he can occasionally sale for enough money to keep his shop afloat. No longer concerned about trying to keep his forge afloat however, Leeson spent much of his time experimenting with whatever metals he gets, making them into shapes and things that he hopes one day would have great use in the future. Sometimes he and a few others in his community would sometimes come together at a tavern and write poetry and sing ballads for more money, but it was mostly for entertainment. When they weren't trying to earn money and company at the tavern, they would be out and about the city, doing foolish youthful antics. One such antics nearly ended with Leeson hanging himself, though he luckily managed to cut the rope before his life was snapped out. Nowadays, the fairly young smith is considering traveling the world, to find a place to settle down or die peacefully.

Theme song :
What plays in his head when he's about to do... Well, anything.

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Clothing and/or armor :
Leeson wears a dirty woolen robe of sorts that goes a bit towards his knees, pants, gloves, and a strange set of shoes. The robe was blue, but after many years in the forge, it's something of a coal black. He also has some gloves made of wool and deer leather, which he got so his hands would stop getting burnt in the forge. His footwear is strange in that it looks like fairly normal pair of shoes made of cloth, but inside there is wood at the feet, giving his footprints an odd rectangular shape. He also has a leather belt with many loops on it so that he made tie or hang things from them. He also still keeps his blacksmith apron on, which he mainly uses so he has pockets to store things in. The only form of armor he really owns is a hard leather helmet, which he found in the forest when he was looking for mushrooms to eat.

Tools and weapons :
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Name :
Wooden Staff
Description :
Leeson's staff, which he uses as a means of measuring something, balancing, and occasionally whacking a particularly aggravating person. Made from a sturdy oaken branch and laminated.
Appearance :

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Name :
Ring Dagger
Description :
A dagger Leeson made for situations that require things to be cut or stabbed. He calls it a ring dagger because he put a ring on it's hilt so that he could fasten it onto his staff and make it into a spear.
Appearance :

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Name :
Rope
Description :
Leeson carries a large length of rope in the event something needs to be tied up. Highly versatile.
Appearance :

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Skill/Abilities :
Smithing - Leeson is a very talented smith, and while the realms of making his own complicated weapons and armor are out of his reach, he has some experience repairing such things, and is more than able to make more mundane items such as kitchen ware, farm tools, chains, locks, and even has experimented with other things that people may either see as useless garbage or great ingenuity in disguise.

Reading/Writing - Unlike some commoners, Leeson is actually literate in the common script. While he's never read any books, he's something of an amateur poet and often writes in his journal his daily observations, notes, and poems.

Young and Healthy - Despite his appearance, Leeson is quite an athletic fellow, a fast runner and a bit of an acrobat (He can do a backflip). He's hauled his own ore from a mine before and is accustomed to traveling long distances with a heavy load, to the point that a hundred pounds on his shoulders may as well be his evening wear.

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Traits
Could be considered a quiet type as he doesn't seem to speak out, but when he does, oh boy, he says a lot. Most of it is rambling, but if you could piece together his thoughts you might be able to get an understanding of what he's trying to say.

Leeson is fairly creative, though not to say that he's all that impressive with his creations. What he makes is quaint and maybe something worth conversing about, but hardly anything life changing. Usually. Often, Leeson is able improvises tools and such with whatever is around him. Usually it involves a lot of rope.

One could say that Leeson has something of a noble spirit. He does not simply stand down when faced with injustice, especially noticeable since he's just a commoner. Always willing to lend a hand, to stand up for his fellow man (Or woman), and will give as much as he can get. Though there are times were he seems to be rather confrontational, he does so out of good intentions.



I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire

[Baron]

Man I just got in at 11. My CS's are gonna have to wait until tomorrow. I hope you'll still have room then :(

[Little Alice]

-ReaptheMusic

I am not sure if I should accept as you still have :

''Aideth typically wears armor that exposes her assets to distract her foes and with meetings she will still wear her armor over her noble clothes.''

This is more based on realisme than anime. Though I am part of an anime RP, such features like that are going to get you killed. With something exposed, it will be easier to finish you off as well I am not sure if the armor is fitting for the setting. I will leave that to Roran to decide.

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-Lucius Cypher

Though I wouldn't like the influence of other cultures, he only has the appearance. I am going to be cool with that,as you have made a CS that is very much to my liking. Accepted.

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-Baron

I am sure we still have some room. So far the CS's are coming at a more faster speed than I had anticipated, but the only way we wouldn't have any room is likely when we reach over the thirty characters in all of a sudden? (x3 , no worries, the RP is still large enough to allow many people in it.)

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Roster updated. I think we will start this weekend with the first chapter. ^^

[Lesli]

*Sighs*

I can't resist this. Damn you Alice for recruiting me.
Here we go.

Kimberly Perar

Name :
Kimberly of Perar.
Nicknames :
Kim.
Gender :
Female
Age and birthday :
She is 24 years old, born on 5th of August in the year of 1278.
Origin :
She is of low nobility, born from the Lesser House of Perar.

Length and build :
1.65m and slim build.
Weight :
58 kg.
Sexuality :
One way to find, ain't it?

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Appearances :

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Occupation :
Lady in waiting.

Favorite phrase/saying :
''''Don't take the day, but what the other person has to say.''

Favorite Food :
Loves strawberries.

Favorite Weather and Season :
Sunny weather and Spring.

Patron God/Goddess :
In public, is faithful to Miri, but in private to Skelatia.

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Personality :
Kimberly is a very friendly and loving person at first. She often looks very cheerful and talks in a pleasant manner. She is a person that doesn't instill any hostility towards you, but instead remains calm, friendly, polite with a friendly smile. However, this is all an facade. She is actually making sure nobody would distrust her as she has noticed that many people come to her for talking about all kind of things. And people. Using this to her advantage, she has managed to become a lady in waiting, something that wouldn't actually be possible for her. With being the youngest of her family, having one older sister and two older brothers, Kimberly managed to keep up the act to get so far what she want. However, what her true goal and aim is, is a unsure for now.

History :
Born to become a maid, much like her mother, in the service of the High House of Rynirs. All because she was the youngest of her siblings. Kimberly has always fought a battle since her birth, to avoid to become a mere servant for somebody else. Not that she was arrogant or prideful, but she was sure that serving somebody as a mere maid wasn't going to be something she would do till her deathbed. Neither was she interested to become a baker, like her father. No, she had her goal what she wanted to become already in mind when she was young.

Working hard, she managed to gain trust and friendship with ease as she learned how to do so. Using this continously at her own advantage, she managed to obtain the status of lady in waiting. It was because of her friendly (facade) nature that could make her an asset for the Lesser House of Perar. With this in mind, she would be educated or in her own words, groomed, to become a lady that would hopefully seal an alliance with a member of the High House, bringing the Perars closer to the Rynirs. But its unsure if this is Kimberly's own goal or that she has something else in mind. Maybe something more wicked and twisted?

Presently, she also often heads to Deliar, as it seems she has a liking to the bustling city.

Theme song :
Trickster Imps

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Clothing and/or armor :
She wears dresses, that show the curves of her features. She treats around with a certain grace, making sure to know how to dress in order how to sometimes catch the attention without the need of provocation, but staying subtle at it. It is also within her skill to dress to not stand out, a skill she values greatly. Kimberly is also versed in hiding her knives from sight, using her dresses for that.

Tools and weapons :
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Name :
Knife.
Description :
Everybody has it. And Kimberly can use it to prick somebody annoying.
Appearance :

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Name :
Throwing knives.
Description :
Knives that are designed to be thrown, making her able to strike from a bit of a distance.
Appearance :

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Skill/Abilities :
* Can read and write,
* Knows the way around the court of nobles,
* Is very skilled in walking without making too much of a sound.
* Keen eyes, for picking up details.
* Talented liar and actor
* Is able to mix some herbs together to create something to kill.
* Can ride a horse.
* A good stamina, and able to parkour.

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Traits
* Is uncaring for others, only having genuine interest in her own.
* Has a nice and soothing voice.
* Isn't physically strong, but agile and fast.
* Smart and cunning.

Also, I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire

[Little Alice]

-Lesli

Approved. Like her very much. ^^

[Gerontis]

Finished the requested character for you. Now I need to go to work.

Girvus Rynir

Name :
Girvus Rynir
Nicknames :
The old Wolf/Rynir.
Gender :
Male.
Age and birthday :
Born on 24th of Juni in the year of 1243 (making him 59 years old.)
Origin :
(Where is your character born? What kind of class is he/she from?)

Length and build :
Around 1.70m and though having a strong build in his youth, its has worn down due age.
Weight :
82 kg.
Sexuality :
Heterosexual, as he was married to a woman.

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Appearances :

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Occupation :
Head of the Rynir house and governor of the Awom Province.

Favorite phrase/saying :
''None will be given, but all will be taken.''

Favorite Food :
Bitter tasting food.

Favorite Weather and Season :
Clouded weather and Fall.

Patron God/Goddess :
Prays to Noxios, but curses by Skelatia.

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Personality :
Girvus is a rather devious person. It'already shown in his history that he is a very cold and ruthless man. One that is able to act like he is your friend, before making sure you won't see the next sun. Unlike his father and previous head of the Rynir House, Robert of Rynir, Girvus doesn't see much in honor and relevant subjects. He prefers to take something in the most fast way, even if he has to take down a loyal servant. Though this all knowledge known by a very few, seeing that on the outside and to the public Girvus is seen as a kind and very just man. If they knew better.

History :
Born in the High House of Rynir, the High House of Awom, Girvus never had the trouble of needing something. All he asked was delivered. Not to mention he had the best scholars in the province to mentor him and his brothers. But after the young Girvus turned twelve, something changed him. He became interested in some goals. He knew that there was a good chance that some would remain a dream, but even at a young age he was ambitious. But asking for help wouldn't likely get him to achieve his goals, nor demanding them. Thus began the young Girvus his first vile act on the age of sixteen. For it wasn't Girvus to take the seat of Rynir Head after his father would pass. But Girvus slowly would work his way towards it.

The heir to the High House was easily worked out. Girvus poisoned his brother, Irvo, in the night, claiming it was the deed of the brother, Markus. Using the fact that both had a great dislike for each other and Markus constant mumbling that he would show who was the true heir of Robert. With this act, he managed to take out two of his brothers out of the way. All that remained was to get rid of the next sibling, Cecil. The young girl of eighteen years old was now the heir and one step before Girvus. However, Girvus knew he had to be smarter. Cecil didn't had any public enemies or rivals, nor did she had caused any big fuss or trouble in the past. But patient as he was, Girvus waited for his chance. In the end, even the wise may choose a bad decision. And he would be there to lunge at his chance, like a hawk would do on a helpless mouse.

For three years, Girvus waited, plotting in the dark as he acted like he loved his sister. But what ever he tried to find out, he couldn't find something to drive a wedge between daughter and father. Furious by this decision, Girvus then decided to poison his sister and claim it would the vile work of some assassin, maybe an enemy to the House of Rynirs. But on the night he was trying to commit the murder, his sister caught him and avoided her death.

Cecil and Girvus began a three years war of influence on their father. Cecil trying to take out her younger sibling with staying honest and doing what was right. Girvus kept trying to take out his older sister, but to no avail. He wasn't afraid she would try the same things as him, but he was cautious. Cecil had likely figured out that it was Girvus who had caused the downfall of Irvo and Markus.

But finally, Girvus managed to make some success. As Cecil wanted to take a ride, he managed to hide a snake in the horse bag. Later, news would hit that Cecil had died due the snake bite. This was even something Girvus made to his advantage. Worried as his father was, Girvus managed to convince Robert to tighten the guard. Clearly somebody was after their House. Taking heed of the words of his son and next heir, Robert made sure that the forces around Hials would be reinforced. Both in numbers as in equipment. However, soon Robert was dead himself. The causes were unknown, but it didn't last long before Girvus took the seat and claimed he would make sure the Rynir House would get rid of the group that were plaguing their fair noble family. In the next two years, Girvus hang people that he claimed to be part of the devious group that tried to murder out the Rynir House. Thus on the age of twenty four Girvus had secured his seat. And for twenty years he would reign over both the Awom Province as governor as Head of the Rynirs..

Theme song :
The False King

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Clothing and/or armor :
As fitting to a high noble and leader of a High House, Girvus is a man that dressed to make him look imposing or at least inspire awe from his subordinates. Even at his age, he still manages to walk around like he is the leading figure, something he actually is.

Tools and weapons :
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Name :
The sword of the Wolf
Description :
A sword made of pure steel, is both balanced and very well crafted. Its a blade that is not only a weapon of status, as only nobility can afford weapons of this state.,
Appearance :

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Skill/Abilities :
* Skillful liar,
* Great strategist
* Able to read and write,
* Knows how to put a facade.
* Not that strong and fit as he was in his youth, he does knows how to wield a blade. It is just not that effective as it once was.

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Traits
* Cold person, as he cares little for the well being of others other than his goals and himself,
* A loved person within the Awom province
* Experienced in politics and dealing with rivals.
* Very intellectual person
* Good in leading (ordering people around)
* Though once being able to fight as a knight, his body isn't that stout as it once was.

I've pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire

[ChromeHound]

Sorry for the delay!

*I will have more information up on the Ranger Corps later on. It will have a detailed history as well as any other important information. If anybody has any questions regarding the Corps, or is interested in making a character for it, please fire me off a PM and I'd be happy to give you more info.*

Owen Fenix

Name :
Owen Fenix
Nicknames :
N/A
Gender :
Male
Age and birthday :
October 28th, 1262
40 years old
Origin :

Born of Serah and Theodin Fenix, Owen is a commoner with familial ties to the Lesser House Fenix in Phavir.

Length and build :
1.75m, Athletic
Weight :
82kg
Sexuality :
Heterosexual

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Appearances :

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Occupation :
Senior member of the Ranger Corps

Favorite phrase/saying :
“You cannot hit that which you cannot see.”

Favorite Food :
Anything with meat.

Favorite Weather and Season :
Fall, Overcast.

Patron God/Goddess :
Worships Miri, for her ability to guide his arrows true, and for her help when tracking.

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Personality :
Owen often appears grim and cold to those around him. He has a very gruff exterior around people that he is unfamiliar with, but those that know him well know that his grumpiness is simply an act. Owen is very caring towards those that earn his trust and respect. He is strong willed, stubborn and fearless.

History :

When Owen was born, he was raised as a commoner, even though his family had ties with the Lesser House Fenix. There were rumors that his father was an embarrassment to the house, which resulted in Owen’s immediate family being cast out. The rumors were never proven, and Owen was too young to remember the true cause.

His father resorted to alcohol in an attempt to hide his shame, which only caused him to grow bitter and angry with the world. When Owen was six, his father’s anger grew to the point where he would find fault in nearly everything. This led to the beatings. Owen soon learned to make himself invisible. If he could stay out of sight, his father would not be able to punish him.

After years of hiding from his father’s wrath, being invisible became a second nature to Owen. He began to realize that he could go nearly anywhere and people would not even be aware of him. Owen found himself getting into more and more places that he didn’t belong, just to see if he could get away with it. It was a way to escape from his father, and Owen welcomed the challenge.

For a long time it appeared as if nobody noticed him. But, unbeknownst to Owen, a Ranger had been keeping an eye on him. The Ranger was impressed by Owen’s skill at hiding himself, and getting into places he shouldn’t have been able to. The Ranger approached Owen on one of his exploits, and, instead of punishing him, offered to take him on as an apprentice. Seeing it as a chance to get away from his father, and to travel and have adventures, Owen jumped at the opportunity.

Leaving his home, Owen went with the Ranger and trained for many years. He soon realized that being a Ranger was not all about fun and adventure as he had first thought. The training was very difficult, and there were many times that Owen thought about leaving. But then he would think back to his father, and his resolve would harden once again.

After he completed his trials and became a full Ranger, Owen was given his own territory to look after. He quickly became known for his skills with a bow, as well as his ability to seemingly disappear in virtually any setting. Owen did not follow the customary tradition of recruiting an apprentice for a long time. He worked better alone, or so he kept telling himself.

Owen became a highly trusted figure in the Ranger Corps and was elected into the Ranger Council. Although he has been patrolling the Hials region alone for many years, the rest of the council has been urging Owen to find an apprentice. Reluctantly he is starting to think that it might be a good idea, and has begun searching for a suitable candidate.

Theme song :
TBD

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Clothing and/or armor :

A Ranger is very rarely seen without their famous cloaks, and Owen is no exception to this. The Ranger’s cloak is a mottled pattern of green and grey and is designed to camouflage the wearer perfectly into their surroundings. The cloak is one of the main reasons that many fear the Rangers, thinking them to be sorcerers who are capable of rendering themselves truly invisible. Owen also wears light leather armour underneath his cloak that grants him some protection without impeding his movement too much.

Tools and weapons :
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Name :
Longbow (Doesn’t have a name for it)
Description :
Owen can use the bow with incredible precision. He uses the bow for hunting, as well as for killing when necessary. The draw on the bow is very powerful, leading to a larger degree of penetration in the shots.
Appearance :
The bow is crafted from a dark wood. It is a simple design with no real flourishes. Owen keeps the bow in good condition, but there are still a few scrape marks that he can’t get out.
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Name :
Saxe Knife & Throwing Knives
Description :
The Saxe Knife is quite a large and heavy knife. It is balanced to be thrown if necessary, but its main purpose is as a defensive blade in case the Ranger’s bow doesn’t keep the enemy at bay.

The throwing knives are standard throwing knives that Owen keeps in strap across his chest and his right wrist. They are relatively small and, as such, do not cause vast amounts of damage. They are highly accurate, however, and can cause significant damage if thrown in the right spot.
Appearance :
Saxe Knife:


Throwing Knives:


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Name :
Colt
Description :
Colt is a Ranger horse through and through. He is a highly intelligent horse, and has been trained to not let anyone ride him without the secret phrase. Colt has been with Owen for years, and has taken on many of his owner’s traits.
Appearance :


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Skill/Abilities :

- Highly skilled marksman, both with a bow and with thrown weapons.
- Master at stealth and silent moving.
- Highly skilled at tracking and setting traps.
- Skilled with his Saxe knife.
- Has some skill with a sword, enough to defend himself in a pinch, but not enough to combat a fully trained swordsman.

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Traits

- Incredibly acute senses. Able to see, hear and smell things that most would not be able to.
- Inherent sense of direction. Owen has an innate ability to find his way, even when travelling through unfamiliar territory.
- Highly intelligent strategist. Skilled at reading people and situations and adapting to them as necessary.

I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.

[KnightsTemplar]

After seeing Girvus Rynir, I'm gonna have to reconsider my character.

[ReaptheMusic]

@ LittleAlice, sorry that was left over from before i got your guy's feedback that I missed in editing. I fixed it.

[Shadowcatcher]

@Gero

after months of trying we finally get to be parents!
XD

@alice

im gonna be the best mom everrr! seriously, i got this.

[Little Alice]

--Gerontis

Oh, accepted.

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--Chromie

Love him. Accepted.

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--Templar

I get the idea you were expecting a more chivalrous noble? I was the one that requested such a leader. It doesn't mean that your Rynir or such doesn't have to be cunning/backstabbing. ;3

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--Shadowy

x3
I know. <3

[Lucius Cypher]

Mother!? Are you with child!? I didn't bring any gifts!

[Shadowcatcher]

@alice

*pats her head*

@cypher

well in character your 8 years late. but dont sweat it. maybe a surprise might come later on? who knows XD

[ReaptheMusic]

@ LittleAlice: er... what about me?

[Lucius Cypher]

I don't get it, but I'll be sure to bring stuff next time I see the baby!

[KnightsTemplar]

No worries Dame GM
Ive initiated negotiations to be a Ranger.

[Everblight]

I had better get on with my CS :P I'll start it now and have it up tomorrow :)

Ah and almost immediately I hit a snag. I was hoping to be an untrustworthy Mechant who doubles as an information broker and deals in the black market etc but you say if I'm a commoner there are no criminals allowed so I guess I have to scrap that idea?

[Little Alice]

--ReaptheMusic

Sorry, will review it now.

review

1. Why does she have two surnames? If she is part of the Rynir, she doesn't have to have a surname like Orin. If she is a noble among the Rynirs, it would make more sense if she was a Rynir. Any other possibility is that she has been a member of the Lesser Houses and permitted to be raised in knighthood.

2. It still says she is the head of the Rynirs.

3. She would run out to him in the middle of the night when he was training soldiers
Middle of the night training soldiers isn't that... common.

4. . Shortly after, in her first true battle with her father against a warring nation

Which other nation? The intern wars between the provinces, that were once states themselves is long from over. That and the barbarians in the North are more or less tribes. Some bigger than the others, but they aren't considered a nation, simply hostile tribes/culture.

5 She had soldiers under her command aid her through vigorous training sessions that would bring her to the point of exhaustion, and asked them to intentionally hurt her in order to build up her pain tolerance.

If she wasn't a centurion, then she was likely an optio. To command 250 soldiers to hurt you, in order to build up your pain tolerance isn't quite possible. In an anime, that would have been different. One doesn't raise their pain tolerance by just getting hurt and getting over it. It requires endurance training, like training your body with stamina, strength and such. That is a more logical manner to do than asking your soldiers, who should follow your orders in battle and know the difference (that you are above them, to be blunt). By letting them to hurt you intentionally, is a bit odd.

6 After a long, mental and physical battle, she was selected as the new Centurion for her unit.

A battle to become selected as a new centurion? People who show good enough leadership skill and such are likely to be selected to become such a ranked person. Not to mention experience. To select somebody who has not enough experience to become a centurion isn't that wise. Sure, people make mistakes by appointing the wrong people, but there are still standard requirements to become something like a centurion.

7. I am not sure about the armor in the pictures. Roran is the one that is better at reviewing that.

In overall, I would recommend to maybe use less anime (as I still get that feeling, which isn't a bad one. I also like some anime aspects, but not in this setting) and try to go for more realisme. Hope my review was of help for you.