[OOC] The Silver Leaves; A Northern Crusade.

[Grif of Hearts]

I could make a last-minute change to Daphne and make her a Luni in the event that we don't end up with any non-humans. It wouldn't require a great deal of rewriting and it should be fun to see how one plays.

[Dylan]

I'm also not opposed to making another character, should the need arise.

[Bucket]

I haven't posted on the OOC in a couple of days but I'm still here! :P

[Noxious]

OoOoOoOoOoh....are you playing Iano? I want to play Linwe!

(I actually saved both Iano and Linwe character sheets from Old Guild)

[Hellis]

Ooooooh. Send me it.

[Maengun]

Interested ill have a cs up as soon as i can.

[Grif of Hearts]

Noxious said
OoOoOoOoOoh....are you playing Iano? I want to play Linwe!(I actually saved both Iano and Linwe character sheets from Old Guild)

Noxxi!

(you should definitely join <3)

[Hellis]

USERNAME: Hellis 
NAME: Iano Kizali 
AGE: 21 (To a tindra, this is past middle age, most don’t make it to 30)

ARCHTYPE: Corsair
PERSONALITY: He is a tindra in every sense of the word. Despite his unusual passion for combat, he is still every bit as exuberant, every bit as flashy and every bit as vibrant as his fellow kin. He loves to indulge in everything he comes across, including combat. He lacks lot of the common restraint of other races, racing headlong into new sensations and vices. Very loving, open minded and more then a bit promiscuous as well. As such the tavern brawls and brothel visits of his past is something of a legend.
In combat, he becomes a creature of death. His “battle lust” is something of a problem. His tribe calls it “The Red Love”, basically it means he enjoys the sight of blood far to much. When he succumbs to this state, he ends up with memory gaps. He can still deduce friends from foes while in it. He does lament on the people he have killed only because ha cannot remember killing them. As former pirate his moral compass is a bit skewed.
Equipment will include …

ABILITIES:: 
 Fencing (Sabers): The one thing this boy knows and knows well, is that a saber takes practice. Becoming proficient enough to combat armored foes is no small task, and the corsair have extensive training with his weapon of choice.

H’kazhan Grugnah : H’kazhan or more commonly “Savage Dicipline”, is the art of wielding orchish weaponry. It has become its oww thing becouse no other race really can mimic their unique strenght and brutality. Instead, their weapons, crude and unwieldy, have become the subject of a style adapted for more civilized folks.  It focuses on grabbing and getting in close with your one handed weapon of choice. There is also a form called  H’kazhan Kakris that is meant for two handed orch weapons.

Race::  Tindra
Appearance:: 



To say the young man is handsome looking would be.. misleading. He finds himself grazed with a certain gender ambiguity. His features are far softer then the average male, to the point where if he hides body clothing, people have questioned his gender. The rather thick lips and eyelashes certainly do not help. The Tindra paint he wears only add to the conundrum as well: never the less, he feels its a blessing more then a curse, and endless source of amusement. He favors light clothing, often go as far as to walk around bare chested. His hair and eyes are the typical dark red color of his people just as his skin is the vibrant golden hue they have become known for.
History will include …

BACKGROUND::  Born amongst the Dunes of the Alhei Desert, to a tribe of Tindras living under the Human Sultanate of Iela, Iano was a child with a strange birth omen. He was born under a red moon. To the Tindras this meant he would not only continue the tradition of living uninhibited, but his soul would have increasingly powerfull flame. One that would burn the brightest when surrounded with death. To the humans, this meant he would be drawn to combat and bloodshed. How right they both turned out to be. Even at the age of 5, where Tindras usually begin to take interest in music and artistry, Iano picked up a sword. Of course, this came to no suprsie to his parents. Instead, they did what they could to make sure he did not hurt himself to bad.

At the age of 9, he was apt at swinging it, albeit to small and to young to properly grasp the concept of swordsmanship. That’s when he traveller came to the village. The man, Eingar Thornwill, was a travelling weapon merchant and a avid duellist. He soon heard of the boy and set Ianos parents down for a talk. He offered to care for the boy, and help him develop his skill. In turn, he would give the village something they desperatly needed, the tools and knowledge to dig a new well as their old one had just begun to dry out. His parents accepted and even Ianos was at peace with it. Becouse Tindras live short life, they grow independent far earlier then the avarage man.

Iano travelled with Eingar until his twelfth birthday. Deemed a adult by Tindra standards, the boy was given his own sword, a few days worth of food, some gold and the direction to the docks. Eingar had trained the boy with a specific goal in mind. He was sending him to a old friend, a human smuggler. Said smuggler needed young, agile and skilled people on his crew, as they would be able to act as couriers. Ianos smuggling career was cut short however, as Mandi Har corsairs raided the vessel on his very first trip. He was one of two prisoners deemed worthy to live. The reason being that he was easy on the eyes, and that he had no problem entertaining the women and men on board.

Iano grew to become a proper member of the crew as the years passed. And his state of mind, “the red love”  began to surface. This of course, was a delight for his cruel comrades that relished the fact that the boy had natural killing instincts. He began to grow accustomed to the way that these Death Worshippers carried themselves. He found their belief of ”perfection trough death” to be most liberating, and began to incorporate their style of saber fencing into his own fighting style.

Once again however, he would find himself in new company. After their ship suffered mutiny, he sided with the captain. Their side lost, and rather then die in combat, he threw himself overboard. He managed to swim ashore, as they had only barely left the harbor. He ended up wandering for a few months before he once more ran into Eingar, now a silver leaf mercenary. The old mentor listened to Ianos story, and told Iano with a grin on his lips.

“You were made for the Silver Leaves kid.”

COUNTRY OF ORIGIN::  Iela, A small sultanate on Hyllara. The small nation is a vassal sate to one of the larger Sultanates, Omezha.

WEAPONS: 

MANDIHAR LONG SABER: This exceptionally cruel looking saber is a souvenir taken from his visit in the harbors of a Mandi. Its designed for slashing mainly but like any good saber, may be used for stabbing. Its made from some very high quality steel and is a well crafted and deadly piece.

ORCH CLEAVER. This weapon was torn from the hands of a dead orch in a act of desperation, yet it has become a steady companion to the Tindra. It’s a weapon that’s the size of a short sword, but functions more like a axe then a sword. Like a cleaver actually used in the kitchen, it has only one sharp side. Its also weighted so that one swing can build enough momentum to cut into trough decently armored limbs. Or, if angled  right, go straight into a rib or shoulder despite heavy armor blocking its path. In a pinch, the Tindra has been known to toss it with unerving precision and force.

Misc: Light leather braces and leather chest piece, flint and tinder, some rations, a flute, canteen and wineskin. His silk and cloth clothes.
Description …

[Noxious]

I'm reworking Linwe and I will have my character sheet up shortly. I'm going Wild'har so the human majority will start to balance a little. I bet Panda would play if we could find him. I really liked his character.

[Hellis]

Limey Panda? He is in a rp with me :D

[Hellis]

Working on the IC.

[Dylan]

Awesome to hear, still very interested and anxious to break Mozan in a little.

[MelonHead]

Glad this seems to be picking up people, I've added some detail to my CS (mainly fluff) now I'm more sure this is going places.

[Noxious]

Lin

USERNAME: Noxious (Nox is fine)

NAME: Linwë “Lin” Anwamanë
AGE: unknown, youthful; the concept of time in limitation of years is lost upon her people.
ARCHTYPE: Savage Berserker
PERSONALITY:

To say anything about her personality on a whole it must be understood that at the base of it all she is unforgivably apathetic to human nature, bordering on a chaotic destructionism. Beyond this she has been ingrained with personality traits common to her people; she is uncomplaining of her surroundings, even though ‘city life’ incited an unflinching disgust and she finds little to no redeemable qualities in civilization or the civilized. She covets a pack mentality that offers a loyalty to those she views as her own. Believes life is cyclical and there is no need to apologize for wrongs past done just as there is need to feel guilt when stealing air from the sky. It should never be said that she is kind, nor cruel, though she leans more closely towards the first in one on one interaction and more closely to the latter in social interactions. When in the company of strangers her mannerisms are tense and highly alert, even more so within city limits. Her interactions with others are usually forced; she saw little merit in conversation, though running, tracking, hunting, fighting, killing brought momentary glimpses of life to eyes otherwise bored of the world crumbling around her.

WEAPONS:

• Wild’Har Twin Khopeshs- an artistic sublimation of war, crafted of Crys Grove stone so delicately refined that they fail to reflect light so while in movement it almost has the appearance of invisibility. With use the material is said to drink the blood spilled and slowly takes on a hellish red color. Like a standard Khopesh they are both slightly curved. One crooks tightly creating a hook while the other less severely to allow easy access to the serrated outer edge, like a saw blade.
• Shield-She carries a sturdy, yet unglamorous shield upon her back which can be exchanged with one of the Khopesh, but also helps deflect unseen attacks from behind.

ABILITIES:

• Beast Within; an ability both inherited, magical and practiced. Her mind alters its process to an animalistic frequency. Heightened hearing, smell, eyesight, durability and pain tolerance. Her muscles tighten as movements become more instinctual and forceful. Her posture also reflects a crouching to protect sensitive areas. The drawbacks are an expelling of human self. She becomes something else, something that could be called cruel. Something vicious to be sure. A child of Kartan possessed with more chaos than any natural creature. Sometimes the animal refuses to relinquish control for a period and when she does return it is to an over worked and usually battered body. Her people who have dabbled in the ability are aware of the insanity that trickles slowly into the user of such abilities.

ARMOR:

(No relation to necromancers)All armor upon the Wild’Har comes from the dead Orcs, Goblins, Ogres, Humans, Elves or Beasts that she herself has dispatched. Half skulls rest on her shoulders. The nimble finger bones cover her joints while rib bones add an extra cover for her chest, . The dried tongues of Deviks (smaller, dragon like creature) wrap around her arms, legs and midsection. The sharpened teeth of Orcs protrude along her shoulders and lower arms. Intestines of the Sliaw (snake-like) are treated and molded into shoes due to their resistance to fire.

RACE: Wild’Har
APPEARANCE:

While in the city it would be extremely rare to see her without a full cloak and head covering, knowing that her people are a rarity and often create a tense and aggressive reaction in others.

COUNTRY OF ORIGIN: Southeast jungle region of the Hyllara
BACKGROUND:

She was born into a happy tribe, though a tribe rife with war. The two occurrences were not unrelated, nor entirely conducive to each other. They often had much to celebrate, their children were born strong and their food supply was plentiful, the natural disasters that struck them were gifts of renewal and the land that they nomadically traveled on was well protected from outsiders and tainting influence by the 100’s of Wild’Har tribes that called the Hyllara home. Her tribe was nestled close to the jungles edge where the Wild’Har had to be the most vigilant and vicious. While war was a consistent, it was viewed as a way of life as much as ceremonies and feasts, dancing by the fire and hunting as a pack, all of which were actions that could be threatened only by a cease in the war that kept outsiders away.

Her people were sub sectioned to a pack of Devik’s, which created a natural and fluid balance for the Devik species. They left much waste, which could contaminate the water and land for days if unchecked; they roamed with uncareful tread, occasionally to close to protected areas, such as the grove of the Crys or the edges of the jungle. It was the Wild’Har that reused the wasted carcasses, that pressed the roaming Deviks back into the jungle, for their own protection and the protection of the outlaying cities.

It was once she had left the confines of the jungle, the protection of her people that Lin began to understand the growing importance for Kartan to rise up towards the great destruction, a need for a new beginning that only Kartan could offer them all. They were surrounded by ‘sinners’, peoples and lands that had lost any light of hope and had a lack of connection to nature that chilled her and sent nightmares to follow her even when she was awake. Her people had been wrong to praise Elana and Kartan both for Elana had turned on them, creating vanity and selfishness that bred like rabies in the mouths of the people.

She returned to the jungle, only to ‘harness’ the Devik’s and lead them crushing into some of the cities closer to the jungle. Her vision was red, her mind went blank as it seemed Kartan himself had embodied her and the stampede she brought down upon the unsuspecting villages. Her own people quelled the attack and returned to the jungle without her, disowning her and leaving her scorned and resentful of the world around her. She was shaking from a rage and use of her own power that had temporarily weakened and blinded her. She was like this when they found her, the pirates.

They knew of her people’s strength and viciousness in a feral sense, so like any dog they placed her into a metal cage beneath the deck and with no view or feel of nature or the sky. She quickly became depressed and withdrawn. It was Iano who probed the little beast with a stick and when she refused to move he spoke to her. Truly she had lost everything except for the truth that this world was filled with many things and she had yet to see one that deserved to survive. Not herself, not even Iano, whom soon she knew by the sound of his steps and though she didn’t speak he continued to speak to her.

It was in this way that she arrived so far from home, in such a strange place: Iano who released her one day while at a port after having made sure the boat was barely guarded. It was this niceness that confused and confounded her, enthralling her to him so that she quickly swelled against him, taking in his scent, and then she ran. She ran for days, weeks? She avoided cities and slept in trees. She ate wild meat raw and listened to the animals, forlorn in their small numbers. She told them all how lost she felt, that her purpose was so gray, yet so defined. Destruction was required for a new beginning. Judgment had been cast. Now she just needed to find a tool in which to deliver it. And this is when she decided to track the Iano, perhaps piracy was the outlet she would use.

It took months for her to capture the scent, months in which she would venture into cities while attempting to control a nausea that seemed to overwhelm her being. And it was within one of these huge cities that she finally found him. This is how she came to find Silver Leaf, tracking the Tindra into the walls. And it was here that she would find her outlet of purpose.

[Hellis]

Look alive people! IC IS UP

[MelonHead]

Starting to get an uneasy feeling about the age 24.

[Hellis]

Its like, the peak of a persons life in the dark ages.

[Grif of Hearts]

Which means it's all downhill from here. :3

[Hellis]

yepp

Iano is OLD by his peoples standard. He got 9 years left if he is lucky.

[MelonHead]

Well, it begins, if anyone fancies some interaction early on feel free to bump into Joshua as he makes his way through town, either in the plaza or the tavern or anywhere in between, wherever it suits you really.

Otherwise, I guess he gets breakfast, which is always nice.