[OOC] Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

[SyrianHamster]

Where Angels Fear to Tread

A Sandbox High Fantasy RP

Community Revived Edition (Originally Concieved by Primal Conundrum)

Game Masters

SyrianHamster

Rockette

The Roman07

Characters in Play

- GuySenpai as Tarwin Redblade, the Human Spellsword.
- Stefan0620 as Kyrtaar. the Elven Starbound Knowledge-Seeker.
- Nephriel as Aevah Runil, the Half-Elf Rogue.
- Nephriel as Dreha Mahari
- Pathfinder as Frelseren, the mysterious insectoid.
- Daemyn Sterk as Jason Karkeif, the Half-Dwarf Warrior.
- SyrianHamster as Mundhir Sadek, the Fallen Prince of Eblistan.
- SyrianHamster as Jazeer Sadek, the Crown Prince of Eblistan.
- The Roman07 as Rin Zeela-Tae, the hapless Reptile.
- Grothnor as Kareth of Lendria, the Sellsword Knight of Lendria.
- camilethegnome as Nessa Anarae, the Dark Elf Assassin.
- Rockette as Klymi Dryad, the Ferinum Seductress.
- Tick as Wisdom, the Elven Outcast.
- Steel Fist as Shorus, the Minotaur Warrior.
- Naunix as Venator Elyota, the Hemokinetic Human Vampire Hunter.
- thewizardguy as Golak Thul, the Teapot of the Damned.
- Wraithblade 6 as Ilyndriel "Lyn" Shadowsong, Priest of the Moon Goddess.

Prelude

Eulona is a continent recovering from the ravages of a thousand-year war. Kingdoms and Empires, with power so splendid, have crumbled into dust over the centuries. Graveyards and monuments to fallen warriors outnumber the living; where once mighty cities stood, there are now only moss covered rocks marking their existence. It is a wounded land, full of wounded peoples.

There are no nations these days, just scattered villages and fortified city-states. There is more legend than actual knowledge of the world, most old records having been lost to the indiscriminate flames of war. Even accurate maps are hard to come by- Eulona is a dangerous place, and being a cartographer is a risky occupation.

Now, the races of Eulona are scattered, living under a shroud of sometimes wilful ignorance of the world outside their little area. Exhausted from the thousand years of constant warfare, of the killing, the raping and the pillaging, the peoples of Eulona no longer seek to venture beyond their borders. They are more content to simply fortify what they have, to avoid confrontation, and to build a brighter future for their children.

More systems of magic have been lost to war and senseless destruction than currently survive, though who knows what ancient traditions lay buried in the depths of crumbling ruins from a bygone age? For those who seek it, there is treasure of all sorts to be found in the decrepit corpses of forgotten civilizations, be it wealth, knowledge, or power. In a continent of ruins and graveyards, a courageous adventurer stands to benefit immensely, should ever they stumble upon things once thought lost to the world.

You are one such adventurer, though you know it not in your current predicament. Within the borders of Eblistan, you were about your business as you would be any other day, before you were set upon by the Calpih’s men. Beaten, stripped, tortured and thrown into a dungeon far below Eblistan Citadel’s surface, you are left to wonder at your predicament. Some of you may be political prisoners, or hapless victims of an unfeeling system of law, some of you may be genuine criminals deserving the dark and dank of the cells that now contain you.

One thing that ties everyone together in that depressing machination of shadow and stone, however, is this: you are all sentenced to be executed come sunrise. So it is then, that you have two choices.

Escape and live as a fugitive, or die wallowing in your own filth before the mercy of an executioner’s axe relieves you of your suffering. Another victim of a violent world.

Far off in the dungeon, the heavy clunk of a gate’s mechanism sounds. The guards are coming. For you all.

Rules

- God modding is compulsory… hahaaha… but no seriously, no God modding as per the usual. God modders will be put to death by a GM-spawned dragon from the fiery depths of some forgotten religion.

- Decent spelling and grammar required. You don’t need to be a university professor, but we don’t want any one-liner warriors, or people who can’t tell the difference between ‘accept’ and ‘except’. If you are unsure whether you fit our desired criteria, link me to your works elsewhere on the guild. I will let you know in due time.

- Custom races are accepted, although fantasy vanilla races are the defaults. Elves, Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, Orcs etc inhabit Eulona, but there is plenty of room for customs. Custom races cannot be sexy vampires or deviant furries. If you are unsure whether or not your planned race falls under “sexy vampire” or “deviant furry”, put forth your proposition in the OOC. All custom races will be liable to my analysis, so that I can ensure we have no 3429ft walking robots or OMG SO POWERFUL ethereal beings blowing up stuff.

- Eastern themes are allowed, i.e Samuraiesque warriors. However, I have little love for anime teenagers running amok and getting steamy with each other. Eulona is a big place, with many cultures, so I will be lenient here. Can’t stress enough about the ban on anime teenagers though.

- Fights between players, should they arise, will be decided by the players in question. Where agreement cannot be reached, I will get angry. This is a story, a roleplay, not the chronicles of how awesome your guy/gal is. Characters die in books, and they can die here too. If an impasse is reached, and my scorn is not enough to shift it, I will dice roll the battle. The results will be SET IN STONE AND I WILL MURDER YOU IF YOU GET UPSET.

- In the event that you graciously accept your character as dead, for whatever reason, I will of course allow you to re-enter the RP as another character. The way in which you re-enter, will be democratically decided in the OOC.

Character Sheet

I'm not aiming for the CS to be too complex, but you're free to add more information if you'd like- just make sure that all the points in the basic layout are present. If you feel like adding a link to theme music to help set the tone of the character, that's totally up to you.

Upon acceptance, your character will be added to the top of the first OOC post with a link to the sheet’s location.

Post your sheets right here, in the OOC.

Sheet

Character Name:
Species:
Species description: (Only if a custom species or if you have something you want to say about how their branch of the species is different from the main branch somehow, i.e. Dark Elves compared to High Elves. You can also fill this out if you just really feel like it.)
Gender:
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations: (Anything from their magic and how it works to physical feats they can do that a normal human couldn't. Also if they have any disabilities or the like, the details on them and what impact it has on how they perform.)
Background:
Appearance: (Use a picture if you can find one that fits your character, if you can't then just a well written description of them is fine.)
Reason for Detainment: This is why your character has been thrown in the dungeon. It does not have to be the real reason, it can simply be what you were accused of, rightly or wrongly, at the time of your arrest.

The Known World

Here is where we will keep the known lore of the world. We’re starting in the dungeons of Eblistan Citadel, and you’ll find the map of Eblistan here. You will also find Eblistan’s history. As the world grows, I will update this section to include new maps and lore. This is all freeform however, and we all share a degree of responsibility and creative license of what the land outside of Eblistan looks like, and contains.

Eblistan

Map

Eblistan’s History

Eblistan – The Rise and Fall of an Empire

Westwind Invasion

The Westwind Invasion: Eblistan can trace its roots back to a thousand years ago, when the mighty Khans of North Olcra landed upon the western shores of Eulona with an army bred to conquer. Driven by lust for glory and conquest, these savage yet courageous warriors waged a decade long campaign against Eulona’s inhabitants. In this time entire Kingdoms were felled, millions of people lost their lives, and the land was laid to waste by the innumerable Khanate war bands.

Eventually, the Khans were brought to heel as their armies outreached their supply trains, and disease riddled their ranks. Though they had tried to replenish their losses from members of those they had conquered, the willingness of these conscripts was questionable, and before long the Khans were struggling to field enough men against a revived and formidable native resistance. One by one, each of the great Khans fell to the hands of their amassed adversaries, until only the last remained: Ebli Khan.

Realising that he had lost everything in his gamble to stake a claim over Eulona, Ebli Khan sought to cut his losses before his shame consumed his future. Retreating to the western coast, he attempted to evacuate himself and his troops away from Eulona, but found the Khanate navy had fled following news of the recent defeats. Cornered by the legions of Eulona, Ebli Khan made his stand with his back to the white froth of the Western Sea.

Though outnumbered five to one, Ebli was a supreme tactician, and his heavy use of mounted cavalry archers proved critical in driving back the hordes of his would-be killers. Again and again, the armies of Eulona crashed against his spear walls, all the while they were hit in the flanks by hundreds of horse archers. By the time they called a halt to their endeavours, Ebli had turned the endless fields of green red with blood, and his army had suffered little. Had the other Khans, as courageous as they were, relied as much as he on the horse archer, then perhaps their children would have ruled Eulona to this day.

Realising that they could not keep up the tenacity of their attack, the armies of Eulona eventually withdrew. Ebli, trapped between aggressive neighbours ever seeking revenge, and the vast expanse of the Western Sea, decided that perhaps he could still make a claim to the land. And so it was, that eleven years after the Khans of Olcra attempted to conquer Eulona the first permanent Khanate was established.

Ebli Khan, Duranar

Ebli Khan, Duranar’s Chosen: Ebli Khan’s incredible victories earned the eternal devotion of what remained of his peoples on Eulona. Thousands, trapped behind enemy lines, made the long and perilous voyage to join him at his newly established base camp in the former Elven city of Evergreen. In honour of his tribe way back across the Western Seas, Ebli renamed the city Baalor (literal translation from Olcran to the common tongue: World Breakers).

Seeing that his enemies had become weakened through their failed campaign to push him off the continent, Ebli, ever resourceful and ever cunning, launched a second attempt to conquer the land.

Using the superior mobility of his widely horse-mounted army,
he was first able to defeat the High Elves of Nillanor at the battle of Crystal Glade, which opened the bloody gateway to the East. Panicking that the Khan would be able to repeat his success against the Dwarves to the south, Eulona’s peoples once again unified themselves under a single banner.

Men, Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes and other races came together to form several mighty war hosts. They poured across Ebli’s borders from multiple directions, and it seemed that the great warrior had finally run his luck dry. It was here however, in his darkest hour, that it is said he was visited by Duranar – The Olcra’s Deity, the Lord of All, and told he would go on to claim a great victory.

Inspired by his divine vision, Ebli launched himself at the Eulonans. Rather than waiting for their multiple armies to converge on him, he struck one after another, obliterating them through superior tactics. Eventually, after a year-long war, the armies of the Elves and the Dwarves were permanently broken, and both races suffered atrocious casualties. The Oclrans on the other hand, had sustained losses that they were able to replace, and so once again Ebli went on the offensive.

Reconquering Nillanor, and putting the Elves to the sword, he struck south and destroyed the Dwarven Kingdom of Irongarde. His victories sent shockwaves through the defeated continent, and his beaten enemies rallied once more to defy him. Again, Duranar is said to have visited the Khan, and declared him ‘the Prophet of Truth’. He was tasked by Duranar’s divine authority to vanquish all those of Eulona that would not convert to his worship. Ebli Khan’s war of survival and military conquest, therefore became a Holy War almost overnight.

With inexhaustible energy and vigour, Ebli Khan’s army pressed across the land. He championed every force that arose to stop him, no matter the power of its commander, or the strength of its warriors. These string of victories eventually led to the Khan holding ownership of over two thirds of the entire continent. All races bended the knee to him, and all had dropped their false pagan beliefs in favour of Duranarism.

For the remainder of his life, Ebli became less war-focused, and more pious. He retired to the city of Baalor, where he ordered for the construction of a mighty monument to Duranar along the western coast. He also issued strict orders that this was to be the place of his internment, when Duranar finally called him home to the Undying Promised Land.

Though no longer seeking to dull his blade on the lifeblood of his enemies, Ebli’s rule was by no means soft. Strict Duranistic Law was implemented; crimes of all manners, whether it was theft, murder, rape or adultery were punishable by death. The populations under his control were enforced to practice worship of Duranar, or face summary execution as non-believers.

He had been titled The Prophet of Truth, and was entrusted by Duranar, or so he claimed, to spread the word of the true faith no matter the cost. “Duranar,” he proclaimed, “will look after his own.” Thus began the ‘Great Cleansing’, where thousands of people were put to the sword for the slightest suspicions of harbouring false beliefs, or for questioning the Duranaristic Doctrine.

Eventually, at the ripe age of 80, the Khan perished to a fever. Before his passing however, he had written the words Duranar had conveyed to him over the years in the Book of Truth, or ‘Bak’Rah’, in Olcran tongue. This book was to serve as Eblistan’s religious ideology for centuries to come.

Eblistan Sultanate

Eblistan Sultanate: Ebli had many sons and daughters; therefore his bloodline was secure. The first ruler of his lands, was Mazar Ebli, the Prophet’s first son. Mazar was a well educated fellow, and lacked his father’s will for bloodshed, but was also devotedly pious when it came to the worship of the Lord of All. He ordered a great city built around the monument his father had made to Duranar – the construction cost the Khanate the extent of its coffers, but it was a grand construction.

High walls, neat squares of buildings and wide roads, it became the Jewel of the West. In honour of his father, Mazar named the city “Eblistan’s Rest”. From here he ruled his peoples with an iron fist, taxing them heavily so that he could raise more monuments to the Lord of All. Realising he could no longer rule the extent of his various lands by himself, he divided the regions and placed them under the control of trusted generals. He named himself the Sultan of Eblistan, and Supreme Ruler of “All that Duranar has created”.

The Age of Regicide

The Age of Regicide: Centuries passed, and the Eblistan Sultanate’s power waxed and waned with the appointment of each new Sultan. The far east of Eulona by this time had managed to consolidate itself into the United Realms of the Free Peoples (URFP); the Sultans of Eblistan had failed in this time to bring the URFP to heel, and before long, they faced a serious military threat.

Sultan Amar II, the 18th Sultan of Eblistan, attempted to end this problem before it became too large to handle. He marched Eblistan’s armies East, but his campaign was a spectacular failure, and the URFP’s legions were able to defeat him comprehensively at The Battle of Bluewater. With no army left to defend Eblistan, or to keep its inhabitants in order, revolts erupted across the Sultanate.

Returning home, chased closely by the URFP’s counter offensive, Sultan Amar II was murdered by his own beloved Sultana, (Meri of Nillanor), who then took to the throne in a skilful coup. The first female ruler, and an Elf no less, Meri’s rule was short lived. Unable to raise a loyal army to her cause, and beset upon by all sides from the URFP’s invading legions, and a revolting populace, she herself was murdered in her chambers by her own bodyguards.

Sultan Kevlar I ‘The Half Man’, Amar’s and Meri’s only child, took to the crown. Though only 16 years of age, he was fiercely intelligent, and was able to rework Eblistan’s fortunes. Gathering up a citizen’s militia of ‘True Belivers’, he quickly put the revolting provinces to the sword, before wheeling on the legions of the URFP. He broke them at the Battle of Nillanor, but lacked the resources or manpower to push the initiative. For the next fifty years, an uneasy truce existed between the two nations.

As Kevlar I died of ripe old age, he had made a vital flaw. Fearing his eldest son, a simple minded and blood thirsty thug by the name of Prince Oban Ebli, he divided the Eblistan Sultanate between his three offspring. This merely created a crippling civil war, as brother fought brother, tearing the Sultanate asunder.

The URFP took advantage, and soon, its legions were pouring across the land. Kevlar’s children perished in their own walled up cities, and the Sultanate was left without a ruler. All the while, the URFP’s forces gathered outside the ancient walls of Baalor. With no army left to defend her, the Eblistan Sultanate looked ready to fall into the oblivion of Eulona’s bloodied history.

The Sadek Caliphate

The Sadek Caliphate: As the city of Baalor was besieged, and the peoples of Duranar despaired at their imminent doom, an unlikely saviour arose in the form of a prominent Oman (Duranistic Preist). Declaring himself Duranar’s Chosen, this Oman by the name of Sadiir Sadek, grasped the crown though others attempted to bar his way.

Commanding the loyalty of his peoples through the announcement of divine visions, he was able to marshal Eblistan’s forces for one final counter attack. The Battle of Baalor was intense, as it was costly. Tens of thousands of lives were lost over a three month period, and the URFP was undone – yet so too was Eblistan’s unyielding strength. Reeling from the horrendous losses of the campaign, Sadiir Sadek looked to fortify the position of his peoples around the grand city of Eblistan, where they would be able to endure future foreign aggression.

The URFP, having lost most of its troops, and its people weary of the constant war, simply dissolved into the many minor states that it was composed of. This more or less destroyed the direct threat to Eblistan’s survival, prompting Sadiir Sadek to press for a diplomatic end to the war. The various leaders of the newly liberated former states of the Eblistan Sultanate agreed to the Oman’s terms of ‘mutual compassion’, aimed at the various sides in the conflict consciously forgetting their bloodied pasts. It was a vain peace, but it was still peace, and for a hundred more years Eblistan stood as a bastion of strength.

Sadiir Sadek, prior to his death, declared Eblistan Citadel as Duranar’s City – a place of piety, compassion and peace. Eblistan transformed from a Sultanate to a religious Caliphate; the harsh forms of Duranaristic Law were watered down to create room for tolerance and softer justice. Though this was met by resistance from Eblistan’s established religious patriarchy, it was effectively implemented. Power was centralised around the Sadek bloodline, and these new religious leaders would go on to rule Eblistan to the present day.

Eblistan Citadel, Present Day

Eblistan Citadel, Present Day: Far removed from its warlike past, Eblistan Citadel is mostly a place of learning, peace and philosophy. Though Duranarism still holds sway in the religious community, it has been blunted by constant reinterpretations of Ebli’s Bak’Rah.

Militarily, Eblistan is an exhausted force. Constantly threatened by the Elves of Nillanor, who still hold grudges against the Caliphate, there are incessant sparring matches between Eblistani mamluks and Elven rangers on the borderlands. The ruins of Baalor are frequently contested between Nillanor and Eblistan, and from time to time the two nations sign peace treaties that alleviates things for a short while. For the most part however, Eblistan is safe behind its high walls and mounting riches stemming from its mastery of the coast.

For the last few decades, things have been relatively peaceful, and no large wars of been fought in Eulona. The peoples are very much tired of such things, and strive to rebuild all that was lost. Though many, especially the longer lived races, still hold bitter feelings towards Eblistan and all the historic misery it represents – despite its recent progressive nature.

From the Great Palace of Duranar, a central grand fortification in Eblistani Citadel, Caliph Bazar Sadek rules his nation with cautious respect for his neighbours. He tries tirelessly to win a lasting peace with the Elves, and to strength trade ties with the Dwarves in the south. He, like many other monarchs, lacks the taste for war and is unwilling to press Eblistan’s borders further into contested territories. This has earned some anger from the prominent warrior castes of his peoples, who feel that Eblistan should at the least reclaim its original historical regional borders that end at the dilapidated forts of Lusil, Akhos and Ahya.

Nillanor

Map

[GuySenpai]

Character Name: Tarwin Redblade

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations: Some sword skill and limited fire-based magical abilities. He often combines the two in combat. A few self taught hand to hand techniques as well. Tarwin prefers speed over raw strength, he's also a capable climber and often uses ropes to move around. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye as it was damaged during a bar fight when he was a young man.

Background: Tarwin was born and raised as a nomad child out on the Eblistan plains , his parents were traders and scavengers taking relics and items from ruins then pawning them off to whoever had money to spare. Always on the move and never sticking in the same place for too long, his education was informal and unstructured focusing mainly in economy based mathematics, bartering tips and tricks, hands on searching and exploring ruins as well as many stories about the past, many of which gave conflicting accounts of what happened.

On his 18th birthday he set off from his nomad family, as is tradition, to make his own way and seek his own fortune. He focused on ruins, taking books and artefacts and selling then in the citadel, he has a knack for finding unexplored sections and his career has been fairly lucrative. Over the years he's forged a number of connections in the city, dealers and bankers, he's also had his fair share of fights and drunken brawls.

Appearance: In his late twenties Tarwin has light short blonde hair and a stubbly beard, his eyes are blue though he wears an eyepatch over his left eye. His choice of clothing consists of a leather vest and three quarter length shorts that allow for excellent manoeuvrability while providing some defence, when traveling he tends to wear a poncho or a cloak depending on the climate. Slightly muscular and about the average height of most humans, he is able to blend in quite well when he wants to.

Reason for Detainment: After hearing a rumour about an ancient text that would guide the reader to an old arcane library, Tarwin snuck into a restricted part of Duranar castle's catacombs, he found the text and briefly glanced over it before trying to make his escape and getting captured.

[Tick]

It's great to see an original RP with some creative freedoms. I haven't done one of these in a good while. I'll see what I can crank out.

I know you want basic standards, like no one-liners, but is there a specific minimum of length you want? Or is Casual standards and up alright?

[Lotta Pumpkins]

Kyrtaar

Character Name: Kyrtaar

Species: Elven

Species description: Elves are a lithe race of Humanoids who stand between 5 and 6 feet, and generally weigh little more than 100 pounds. They are known for their affinity with nature, magic, and elusive fighting styles. To fight the elven tribes is to fight the wind, unlike fighting the static mountains that are the dwarves. Elves are also known for their long lives, and don’t reach maturity until 100 years.

Gender: Male

Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:

• Eldritch blast: Kyrtaar can channel his eldritch energies into a powerful ranged projectile, roughly the size of a basketball.


• Eldritch resistance: Kyrtaar can also channel his abilities to fortify his body, or speed up his reflexes.


• Foreboding: Kyrtaar's connection to the stars give him a sort of sense for danger, allowing him to dodge attacks before they happen. It doesn't always work, and is less likely to happen indoors where he cannot see the open sky. This is due to the practice and belief that astrology and divination are connected in some way.


• Elven training: Kyrtaar is trained in the use of two weapons that are iconic to Elves. The Longsword, and the Longbow, although he is no master in either.


• Powered by the stars: Kyrtaar's powers will never go away, unless the pact is broken. However his powers are much easier to channel beneath the open sky, and even more beneath the night sky, and the later the moon is. If he were to remain indoors, or even more extreme, underground for long periods of time (multiple days, not a few hours), his Eldritch abilities will be weaker, and take more effort to manifest.

Background: Kyrtaar comes from an Elvan tribe that lives deep in the woods in the shadow of the Spine of Elbistan mountains, to the north of Fort Lusil. The tribe doesn’t have an official name, and is just a collection of families that help each other survive. However this life wasn’t enough for Kyrtaar, who longed for knowledge. Kyrtaar had no gifts for archery, or spells. He did not have the talent for Magic, nor did he spend his youth learning the bookish ways. What he had was will power, and a thirst for forbidden knowledge. He craved it every day, and so, he made a pact for powers he lacked. Not with the Fae, and the beings of the forest, or the devils down below.

Kyrtaar looked to the stars, pledging to them his soul, for power so he could attain knowledge. Although he got no reply in the form of words, he gained abilities he did not have prior. And dreams, endless nightmares about the infinite sky devouring his eternal soul. For this, his tribe cast him out. Not in words, or actions. But lack of them. Kyrtaar found no friends, no camaraderie in his tribe, and left. He swore off his last name, and set out to find his knowledge, with, or without help.

Appearance: Kyrtaar is a paragon of his race, standing at 6 feet tall, and weighing in at a hefty 130 pounds. His body is stocky for an elf, although he is still frail by any other standards. His stocky build by Elven standards gives him the constitution and resilience needed to handle the Eldritch energies. His hair is shoulder length and blond, and is always worn free. His eyes are a piercing green, and are oft to glow when channeling his eldritch powers. His skin is pale, as if the sun has never touched it. He wears a leather boots, with tan breeches, and a long sleeved green shirt, with a leather vest on for minor protection. He also wears a long green cloak, with a hood, that when clasped shut, can drape over his entire body. He wears his quiver of arrows on his waist, and longsword and bow on his back.
Dangling from his waist is also a book made of leather, bound in chains. He hasn’t tried to open it, nor does he think it’s possible to. It is his pact to the star beings above written in a dead language, and appeared to him after his first nightmare. When taken from him, or lost, it always reappears after sleeping, a reminder of the deal he made, and the bounty on his soul.

Reason for detainment: Kyrtaar was accused of stealing from a bazaar.

[SyrianHamster]

Tick said
It's great to see an original RP with some creative freedoms. I haven't done one of these in a good while. I'll see what I can crank out.I know you want basic standards, like no one-liners, but is there a specific minimum of length you want? Or is Casual standards and up alright?

I believe that was the original aim. So long as you can put a couple of paragraphs together, and they don't make my brain bleed reading them, then s'all good.

[Nephriel]

Willing to edit if anything is amiss or doesn't fit.

Aevah

Character Name: Aevah Runil

Species: Half-Elf

Species description: A mix of human and elf, they live only half as long as elves but much longer than the average human. Half-elves are not nearly as graceful as full elves but they are still more agile than humans. As far as sight and hearing, they can see in dimmer light than most humans and can hear further away but again full elves surpass them. They are stronger and have a greater constitution than most elves but humans surpass them in this area. Cunning, tennacity, and stamina are their strong suits. They have more of an afinity for magic than most humans but are still not as skilled as elves in that either. As most half-elves are usually snubbed by both races, they tend to end up fending for themselves... This makes for a good rogue. Their ears are vaguely pointed, their features finer than humans, and their builds usually smaller than most humans also.

Gender: Female

Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:

Thieving: She's skilled at picking locks, pick-pocketing, and she's very good at slight of hand. She can open most locks unless they are enchanted and she can usually tell that by the way they feel.

Stealth: Aevah is... well... stealthy. She is light footed, sure of step, and knows how to blend in and go unnoticed. She is agile, making her less acrobatic than most elves but still able to scrable up the sides of buildings using windowsills and cracks though less likely to try and jump long gaps or drop from half-way up a tree without expecting to break a bone or two.

Charm: Aevah can be very charming when she wants to be... often using it to get out of trouble, to get better prices, or to con people to get her way. However, it has backfired once or twice earning her some unwanted attention from a love struck target, or by being called out on it by a less gullible one and getting her chased by the Guard.

Tracking: As a skilled hunter who has taken care of herself most of her life, Aevah can track nearly anything under nearly any conditions within reason. Her skill as a hunter means she's also pretty good with a bow.

Trap-making: Using traps to catch animals is just another part of hunting... they are usually crude leg-hold traps or snares.

Plant Knowledge: It's not THAT in depth... she does know some healing plants and she knows what NOT to eat and why. This does not translate into any kind of knowledge of mixing potions or poltices... Her knowledge is rudamentary.

Weapons: She is good with a long or short bow and knows that distance is her friend since, though she is tenacious, strength is not her strong suit. She also uses daggers and though she is fast and deadly with them, she prefers to attack from stealth rather than outright to avoid being overpowered.

Seeing Touch: When touching a person, Aevah sometimes feels what they feel and hears what they think... It also comes with the rather unfortunate ability to see snipits of their lives and even very occassionally translates into seeing how they die. For this reason she avoids touching others whenever possible... It also tends to give her a massive headache and eat a lot of her energy, depending on how much she sees it has even dropped her into a coma a few days because it triggered another unwanted ability. This ability has even rescently begun translating into reading things off SOME objects, ones that maybe held a strong emotional meaning to the prior owner... it's kind of annoying.

Dream Walking: Aevah has the disconcerting ability to... travel in her dreams and it's sometimes triggered by her other ability Seeing Touch. Call it Astral projection if you want but she can't control it. Sometimes she sees the future, sometimes she sees the past, sometimes she sees the present, and other times she just walks around outside her body seeing things others don't... things beyond the Veil. Sometimes, she can even see out of another's eyes... usually an animal but she has no control of the body or mind. The downfall to this is that there are always... things... waiting to steal an empty body and wandering too far means you're less likely to find your way back. Also, not everything you see is true... some of it can flat out be wrong and just part of the dream or pointedly misleading... She still has not figured out how to see anything she WANTS to see and doesn't know if she can.

Background: Aevah grew up in a village stuck between the base of the Spine and the Uchfos Forest. However, she never knew her parents. She was an orphan and the Healer raised her because her mother died giving birth to her. It was probably the first time in years that anyone in that little village had seen an Elf... they were pretty secluded. Aevah discovered her ability at age six, she'd been playing a game of tag with a bunch of the boys in the village when the vision was triggered. She saw a fire, the boy's house burning to the ground with him inside it coughing and struggling for breath... calling for his mother. It ended when a beam fell atop him and she'd screamed and screamed and screamed when she'd snapped to because she'd FELT all of it... the heat on her skin, the burning in her lungs, the fire and the weight of the beam when it... Everyone believed her crazy. The kids were wary around her now, the adults whispered among each other when they thought she couldn't hear. Eventually, she grew tired of it. She took deeper and deeper trips into the woods whilst playing and then whilst hunting as she got older. She soon grew tired of the village, she'd seen more deaths in her time there... had nightmares... tried to warn them. They were humans with not even a drop of magic in their veins, they didn't believe her at first and then they thought her the cause of their ill fortunes... blaming them on her because she saw them before they happened. She left, traveling throughout Eblistan and it was during this time that she developed her other more rogue like skills. She wandered until her journies took her to the Citadel in search of information on the symbol born on the necklace that had been her mother's... It was a small gold emblem on a thin gold chain in the shape of an eye. She'd spoken to only one person within Ahskos who thought they might have recognized it from something he'd read a long time ago. It was mentioned only once in an old scroll in the Citadel as 'The Emblem of the Seers." Her best guess from then on was that her mother was a Seer, that it must be an Elven order from either during or before the war... but why had her mother left her people? Elves didn't often leave their own kind. Aevah was hoping, since the scroll had been in the Citadel Library, that she might find more answers there.

Appearance:

Reason for Detainment: Thievery... Yes, she did it.

[Pathfinder]

9

Character Name: The number "9" has been branded to his forehead. Its a bad memory but its the only name he has known.

Species: Vavatonem

Species description:
Entry #12, The Vavatonem

The Vavatonem are a recent discovery, found in the deepest jungles outside of Eblistan. The creatures are unique in their ability to adapt their bodies to new environments quickly and efficiently. Completing in a month what evolution would take hundreds of years to accomplish. For now not much is known about them, however they are intelligent and can be incredibly dangerous. It was originally thought that they were little more than simple but advanced animals. However as more knowledge was gained, researchers found them to be highly intelligent and shockingly sentient. The creatures do not speak like one would normally think. Instead they seem to have some form of telepathy, speaking in a simple sentences. Of course they have their own language that has so far eluded any understanding.

Here is what I have discovered of their anatomy:
-There doesn't seem to be a difference between genders, if any. Perhaps they are hermaphroditic? Further research pending.
-From what I've seen of their lifespan they seem to mature in stages. Egg, Hatchling, Pupa, Adult. The time between these stages is unknown.
-Adults seem to average at about 8 to 9 feet tall, minus the head crest.
-They are tough bastards, seen arrows bounce off their shells. They also seem to have a regeneration ability.
-All the adults seem to have two sets of arms, the top pair are a nasty set of claws that could cut through a horse in a single swing. Honest, I saw it. The second pair seems to be actual arms, some of them are claws while others are dexterous hands.
-The most fascinating thing about the Vavatonem is their ability to cocoon themselves and adapt to new environments. I've seen some all pale skin and no eyes but covered in bioluminescent patches.

For now they are a friendly, kind race but as news of these creatures reach Eblistan I fear that others will come with less than pure intentions for these beings. Hunters and slavers would find much joy in taking these creatures on. I hope they can live on in peace.

Alistair Qrow, Scholar

Gender: Technically is both genders, but telepathic voice sounds masculine.

Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:
Strengths
-Strength, easily lift 200 lbs. with one hand.
-Natural armor, tough hide. Most arrows won't have enough power to puncture their hides, much less their chitin plates but crossbows definitely could.
-Adaptation, that saying of "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" definitely applies to 9. Can become resistant to something but never completely invulnerable to it.
-Regeneration, heals fairly quickly. a cut that would take a normal man a couple days would heal in an hour or two.
-Natural weapons, the claws on the top pair of arms are extremely sharp and could easily cut through the thickest of flesh. Could puncture cheaply made plate but moderate to high quality stuff is a no no.
-Telepathy, talks only to the people he wants to.
-People sense, is a good judge of character.
-Link, can telepathically link with ONE person that he trusts very much. Will automatically know where that person is, how well they are, and what they are thinking. Take that what you will.
-Leap, can leap twenty feet forward with a running start.

weaknesses
-Monstrous visage, not the prettiest creature on the block. Looks like a thing that would crawl out of your nightmares.
-Big, while it does add to strength, 9's size keeps him from entering most doors and makes him a large target.
-Easily manipulated, Has no concept of lying and takes everything you tell him as truth.
-Attention magnet, lets face it. Nobody is going to miss the giant monster.
-Psychic weakness, those who posses strong magic of the mind could easily dominate 9's will.
-Fear of fire, terrified of the stuff. May have something to do with his brand.
-Cocoon time, it takes at least 12 hours in the cocoon to make any useful anatomy changes.
-Cannot wear armor, unless his current armor or skin gets damaged it will not get stronger.
-Does not use weapons, cannot use weapons outside of the ones he was born with.
-Slavers, attacks on site. Will also grow very agitated at the sight of whips and branding irons.
-Scientists, fears them even more than fire.
-Acid, prevents regeneration.

Background: 9 was an average Vavatonem, he spent his time hunting and playing with the others. One day he was men came and captured him and many of his friends. They group was then taken to a camp and 9 was introduced with the brand. The pain was unimaginable and when he kept thrashing around, the bad men introduced him to the whip. Ever since then he has had a hate for the men who hurt others, the brand and whip ingrained in his mind as instruments of pain. However they weren't the worst thing at the camp, no that honor belonged to the pointy eared man. He would cut his friends open and do things to them that they couldn't heal from. He pleaded with pointy ears, they all did, to stop. He either didn't here them or just didn't care.

At the end of it only 9 remained. The pointy eared one said "I need fresh meat for my experiments, do with this thing what you want." and so they took him to Eblistan to be put in a zoo or to be sold as a pet.

Appearance:


Average for his race, 9 is 8'6 and 672 pounds of muscle, sinew, and bone. While his eyes can take any color they are usually a dark, solid blue unless in battle in which it turns red.

Reason for Detainment: While setting up a deal for his purchase, the hunters paid the guard to store him in the dungeons. If he were to break out, what would be the loss of a few criminals?

[Pathfinder]

Jesus this took forever, hope you like it.

[Daemyn Sterk]

Jason Karkeif, the most awesome half dwarf you

Character Name: Jason Karkeif

Species: Half Dwarf

Species description: Half dwarves aren't in fact as short as their pure origins, often standing just slightly below an average human.They tend to be rather broad and stocky, and are a bit more naturally strong than a human. The bones of a half dwarf are strong and sturdy, able to withstand much more impact without damage, this also goes for their thick skulls. While half dwarves don't grow facial hair at even a fraction of the speed a dwarf does, they still have trouble with keeping it in check, even the females. Due to their solid structure, half dwarves lack the agility gifted to other races. Their appearance is usually similar to the average human. Half dwarves inherit the huge appetites of pure dwarves, able to take on 5-10 times the nourishment that humans can.

Gender: Male

Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:
-Eating - Jason has a monstrous appetite, even in comparison to dwarves, and he can take on anything you throw at him.
-Trading/Bartering - Jason has a knack for the arts of trading, able to knock down the price of merchandise with a stubborn tongue and a bit of cleverness.
-Strength - Jason is quite strong from repeated hefting and heavy lifting, he's able to carry a good weight around.
-Hand-to-Hand Combat - Due to numerous fights that Jason started in defense of his honor, he's developed quite a skill for hand-to-hand combat.
-Endurance - Jason's body is well-suited for extended physical exertion, and he's able to keep up work for a long period of time.
-Stubborn - Jason's hard-headed and won't stop his efforts until he has what he wants, high will-power and doesn't give up.

Background: Jason's story started long ago, on the day his parents met. His mother was a dwarven trader, who traveled for a living selling her wares. Jason's father was a human soldier at the Eblistan Citadel, brash and unwavering. It was one fateful day in a tiny rundown bar residing in Eblistan that the two met, both of them taking to spirits after a long day of work. The kindred souls were immediately attracted to each other despite their racial differences, and soon developed feelings for each other. Jason's mother stopped her entire caravan purely to get to know the man better, and it only developed from there. It was the day that the dwarf came to tell Jason's father of the child within her when the man was sent deployed in a skirmish against the elves on the borders. Jason's mother waited for day after day for the man's return, but he never came back.

Jason was born nine months later, no complications rather than his broad size. He was a giggling and cheery baby, always off on his own adventures, and this continued throughout his childhood. Jason's mother went back to trading after her husband's death, resulting in the two often travelling, never staying in one place for too long. Jason was often made fun of by other children met across his travels, which often ended with the perpetrators obtaining broken noses and blackened eyes. Jason's life continued like this, which gifted him with a broad view of the world they lived in. Everything was well until the boy reached the tender age of fifteen.

Throughout his life of trading, Jason and his mother made recurring visits to a certain fief out in the Eblistan plains. Jason developed romantic feelings for a girl of the same age that resided on the land, the two often sneaking away to be alone together. Jason often urged his mother to make trips to the land, resulting in her guessing the nature of their relationship. She smiled and laughed at the thought, though warned Jason about the girl's father. He was a greedy and highly racist man, only agreeing to trade with Jason's mother because of the fine wares that could only be obtained from the hands of dwarves. Jason promised to take caution in their relationship, but it wasn't long until the man caught the two sharing a tender kiss in the shade of a tree.

The noble yelled, screaming for Jason to leave the property and never come back. Seeing the man grab the girl by the hair and yank her toward him, Jason flew into a rage and attacked the noble. Getting caught up in his anger, Jason halted to see the man bloodied and beat on the ground, but still living. Jason turned and fled, going to tell his mother of the events that had occurred. The girl's father, vindictive and full of anger at the half dwarf, sent his men to burn and sack their wagon. On their way off the land, the wagon was pillaged and destroyed, along with Jason's mother, who was killed after brandishing a knife and stabbing one of the men. Crushed and ruined after the death of his mother and the destruction of their business, Jason tried to seek comfort from the noble's daughter, ultimately resulting in her decision to agree with her father's wishes.

Jason made his way back to the Eblistan Citadel on foot, weighed down by grief and despair. He felt like giving up, and he almost did, but his stubborn pride was what kept him from it. Pushing past his despair-riddled mind, Jason took out a loan and bought a couple horses and a wagon, deciding to start up his own business to survive. Making his way back to the Dwarven lands, Jason stocked up his wares and started his new life of trading, alone. A new life was before him, and he would make the best of what he had and start anew.

This life lasted another two years, and Jason soon shed the despair that had encircled him. Business was a boom, and Jason had soon accumulated enough funds to pay back his debt and build himself a little house out in the wilderness. Everything was going well, until Jason was unknowingly caught up in trading with a treasonous group set on usurping the powers of the land. When trading with the group, soldiers managed to track them down and capture all participants, including Jason. He was deemed a traitor, and now is in the dungeon awaiting his fate.

Appearance: Short and stocky, Jason stands at a height of 5'4. He's broad and strong, and rather solid. Jason wears his red-orange hair at a medium length that hangs down past his ears. His hair is curly and untamable, always messy and disoriented. Has a rather large nose that looks as if its been broken a few times, resulting in it being quite crooked. Jason has brown eyes. His arms and legs are short, and Jason is long-waisted. Broad-shouldered. His eyes always have a curious, and mischievous glint to them.

Reason for Detainment: Treason

[SyrianHamster]

GuySenpai said
Tarwin Redblade

Lovely stuff!

Stefan0620 said
Kyrtaar

An interesting fellow, accepted.

Nephriel said
Aevah Runil

At last, a rogue! Superb, accepted.

Pathfinder said
9

I was afraid this was going to fail my entry requirements when I glanced over the picture, but it's clear he is not invincible or OP. Accepted!

Daemyn Sterk said
Jason Karkeif

Love it. A Half Dwarf? That's a first for me.

Right, I'll get to adding the characters to the accepted list. Nice work people, very nice indeed.

[SyrianHamster]

Character Name: Mundhir Sadek

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:

- Prince of Eblistan: Mundhir is a Prince of Eblistan, and seventh in line to the throne. With such royalty assigned to his name, he commands a great deal of respect amongst the peoples of Eblistan. Such respect can arouse the most heroic of feats in the lowliest of peasants.

- Expert Swordsman: Mundhir, like many of his countrymen, is more than adept in the use of the sabre. Being from the Royal House, his training has been lavished somewhat when compared to the average man. He is quick on his feet, and deadly in single combat.

- Chivalrous: Mundhir does not believe in dishonest combat. He will neither strike a downed opponent, nor strike at them from the shadows. The use of poison is beyond his pallet, and if someone truly must die, he’ll oft give them a chance to defend themselves properly. In his short but colourful career as a commander of men, he has never executed prisoners, or pursued a routed army.

Background: Mundhir is a Prince of Eblistan, and seventh in line to the throne. Growing up in prettied gardens of the royal residences, he was taught life’s finer curriculum, whether it was poetry, art, language, history or lovemaking.

However, this by no means makes Mundhir a weak man. Though only thirty years old, he has experienced the bloody nightmare of war several times. Usually serving at the head of his father’s World Breakers, he is an elite warrior of few equals, and is considered to be of a deadly tactical disposition. Given the chance to command an army, he would no doubt lead Elblistan to reclaim its former glory – if only his status in the Sadek bloodline would permit him

Growing increasingly impatient of serving a father who lacked vision, and brothers that lacked conviction, Mundhir started to look beyond the limitations of his station to serve his peoples.

Starting small, he gathered a few of his loyal soldiers to his cause, and waged an unsanctioned yet effective campaign against the repeated aggression of Eblistan’s neighbours. Outnumbered, he often relied on the use of guerrilla tactics to beat down his enemies; horse riding and archery became the mainstay of his military doctrine, echoing the Prophet Ebli Khan’s stratagem a millennium ago.

Going from strength to strength, Mundhir finally laid the foundations of his enduring legacy. At the head of five hundred of his mamelukes, he was able to rout Prince Thrandel of Nillanor in the ruins of Baalor; securing Eblistan’s eastern border for at least another year against High Elven aggression.

The victory gave him fame, more soldiers and wealth; it also gained him envy. Though he would do well for Eblistan, his brothers, shocked by his resourcefulness and his popularity with the people, saw it fit to have him murdered.

One night, busy planning the logistics of his military endeavours as he often was, Mundhir was set upon by masked assassins. His sabre was nearby, and he was able to defend himself – but sustained a lethal dose of Ice Venom from the tainted blade of his attackers. He succumbed quickly, and the world darkened around him. The last things he could remember, were the irritated curses of his killers.

Appearance:

Mundhir Sadek

Mundhir is a handsome man of princely qualities. Though, like the average Eblistani, he stands around 5’7. He has a wiry frame, better suited to the speed of a sabre than the heft of an axe.

Reason for the Arrest: Mundhir’s assassins presume him dead, and have had his “corpse” taken to Eblistan Citadel’s dungeon to rot as a final insult. His father has been told by his traitorous brothers that he died at the hands of a High Elven ambush, out on the frontiers.

[The Roman07]

Name:
Rin Zeela-Tae (roughly translates to Rin Two-Tails)

Gender: Male Lizard

Age: 23

Race: Reptillian bipedial sapien

Physical Appearance and Species Description

"Are you going to eat that dead bird over there?" -Rin Zeela-Tae

Height: 5' 9" (8' 10" including tail)
Weight: 198 lbs
His scales are tough as iron along his back yet soft and flexible near joints and under his belly. Mostly a faded green from constant sun exposure and a pale yellow-orange under his stomach. The spikes on his back are brittle but sharp and imposing, they also make good makshift fishhooks if he breaks them off (which he usually does... they grow back) His teeth and claws are obviously sharp and show off his carniverous diet regiment. He can run and climb with ease and can often lift 1.5x his bodyweight without much strain and 2x his bodyweight if he really tries.

Equipment:
-Hempen Rope (roughly 20ft) (currently not on him)
-Hempen loincloth which when unfolded doubles as a fishing net
-Bronze decorative collar along with small stones of flint wrapped along it
-Staff (fallen tree branch) doubles as fishing rod and walking stick. (Currently not on him)
-Several small animal skin pouches holding "food", ointments, animal bait, and a nugget sized piece of raw glass (currently not on him)
-Two bracelets, one made of flintstone and another made from iron. One on each hand.

Personality:
Relying more on instinct than intelligence, the knowledge he gained is soley for the purpose of supporting those instincts that have been honed and developed over years past. Trusting his gut before all else. Rin is quick to learn, yet slow to assimilate. If he picked up a revolver he could figure out the basics fairly quickly but would still prefer claws and teeth.

"Rin prefers to do things the way he likes, if He did not like... then Rin does not do them. Simple?"

Goals:
1) Help the others survive in the lands he knows well, for a profit
2) Visit his old kin whom lay in hiding from him
3) Find a good fishing spot

Beliefs:
1) "If its alive, you can probabbly eat it."
2) "Keep away from magical stuff, you will lose your tail."
3) "Do not change nature, keep it simple and easy to read... except for food stalls, add more food stalls."

Background:
Rin is rather scrawny and small in comparison to his other kin. Most other reptillians rarely leave the desert oasis where he originally came from, and even less do more than just lay around on rocks all day getting fat off the dead buzzards and night crawlies. Not saying his kin are fat and lazy, in fact they are a well established migrating colony that never stays in one spot for long. Often passing trade routes and trading what unique items they find out in no-mans land to the townfolk for mundane supplies. They only have one big drawback that Rin could not stand.... THEY WERE BORING! Rin could not take it. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, trade, eat, sleep. That's it! What a horrible life!.

At the age of 17 Rin ventured away from the camp and made way towards the closest town. Within the same day he almost got killed by a couple of rogue bandits and lost a tail in the process. A traveling hunter found him half dead on the side of the road and dragged his body to his lodge in hopes of skinning him to make some nice boots only to find out he was still breathing. The aggrivated hunter decided to treat him and nurse him back to health until he was able to work off the resources he wasted on him to treat him. Once better the hunter handed Rin a fishing rod and a net and sent him off to catch some fish. The confused lizard took the items and walked in the direction the hunter gestured and soon came by a creek with salmon literally jumping out of the water. Rin all too excited used the pole to vault himself into the creek in which he quickly entangled himself in the net, almost drowning. Hours later the hunter found him by the riverbed unconcious yet again.

After nursing the lizard back to health yet again, the hunter decided to teach the lizard how to work off his growing debt correctly. Teaching him how to cast the net and hook the fish with the rod. Scaling, cooking and salting the fish for storage. Rin loved every minute of it, fishing was something new to him and for a full year all he did was visit the river and fish. He soon stayed with the hunter and payed lodgings as he learned more things from the hunter, taking trips with him to the town to trade furs and various meats and dried fish. Going hunting in the forests with him and learning how to hunt. Before he knew it years passed by and there wasn't a single thing the hunter knew that he didn't. They became good friends and enjoyed each others company as Rin slowly developed his own methods of hunting and fishing while still paying the man rent.

The years flew by and Rin's sense of adventure started up again. Rin left the hunters side promising to come back to repay his debt every now and than. Rin soon ventured out and did his own thing. Not staying in one place for long but still somewhat near the desertlands that he was born in. Vowing that one day he would go back and find his kin to show them all that he has learned.

"Abilities/Limitations"
Racial Traits: Hist Skin- Just like how most lizards can grow back limbs, Rin can heal major wounds over time. (Assuming he does not bleed out or get decapitated) Rin can heal minor cuts and bruises in minutes, major gashes or loss of claws or fingers in hours and an arm, leg or tail in days. This takes much concentration. The drain on his body is only moderate but constant for a long period of time. He cannot fight in this state let alone hardly walk at a regular pace if severely injured.

"Rin is on his third tail already... maybe I should change my name..." -Rin Zeela-Tae

Thermal vision- As do all Reptilians, Rin is able to see the heat given off of objects or people. Rin is well trained in its use and can pickup not only common heat sources but the minor temperature changes given off from old footprints and or dull heat signatures behind walls. *This is not magic, its biological.

"Rin can... see... you... little one." -Rin Zeela-Tae

Resilient scales- Unlike the spongy flesh of humans or fuzzy coats adorned by most beastmen, Rins scales are as tough as iron in some spots yet still as flexible as leather in others. The scales on his back and tail are the hardest, while his belly and limbs are more leathery and flexible.

Known Skills:
Skilled outdoorsman- Rin spends 90% of his day (and night) hunting game, he knows the land better than the spikes on his back. He can read markings of any kind created by nature or man (except magical) and can use natures resources to its fullest potential.

Tracker- An excellent tracker thanks to his innate heat vision and agile frame able to scale trees and rocks with ease, he uses every physical sense to track his prey unnoticed

Claws, teeth and tail- instead of most who prefer a sharp blade or stout arrow, Rin prefers his razor sharp teeth and durable claws. Often running and catching up to all but the fastest prey he finds a quick bite to the back of ones neck is much more reliable than an arrow in his mind. His tail is heavy and often used as a counterweight. The end is adorned with tiny brittle spikes that are mostly cosmetic. (But the enemy doesn't know that)

Spells/Powers: None Rin cannot use magic effectively. If he tries it often blows up in his face.... literally

"Rin knew a great wizard once... we played a game he called GET OUT! Haha he always lost...."

Reason for detainment:
He "accidentally" ate one of the Dukes prized cows.

Character Concept: "The Arkwardly Naked Lizard-Man"

[Grothnor]

Character Name: Kareth of Lendria
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations:
Warrior:Kareth has been trained from childhood to fight, and is considerably experienced in combat. He is knowledgeable in the use of most weapons, but is most comfortable with Lendrian weapons: Longswords, shortswords, kite shields, lances and spears. He is quite fit and accustomed to manual labor and physical exertion.

Straightforward: Kareth has little patience for the mincing of words, and prefers to dive into the hearts of matters. He dislikes flattery and dishonesty, and will prefer to be honest in all his dealings.

All is fair...: Kareth has learned that in War, nothing is against the rules. Ambush is but a well-proven strategy, poison is just a means to level an uneven playing field, striking a foe while he is down ensures he will never strike you again.

Background: The Kingdom of Lendria is a small Meritocratic-Monarchy City-State that has survived for two main reasons. The first is the assistance of a powerful sorcerer known simply as 'The Wizard.' The second reason lies in the people of Lendria, who are hardy and patriotic. Lendria is beset regularly by the much larger Ceranian Monarchy, and its people are quick to defend their home. Anyone can become a knight through valorous or faithful service in the army. Kareth is one such person.
Kareth was orphaned at a young age by a Ceranian raid, and was taken in by a Lendrian Knight, who raised him in the arts of War. He joined the ranks of the Lendrian Army at 16 and rose through the Ranks to settle at Kinght-Captain. After spending almost two decades at war with Cerania, peace was declared. Kareth knew no other profession other than war, and so became a mercenary, drifting from place to place, fighting for the highest bidder, and making a name for himself. During this time, he earned the nickname “The Crimson Serpent” due to his cunning tactics and ferocity in combat, and because he still wore the crest of Lendria: a red Basilisk. He still wears the crest of Lendria because he is still loyal to his homeland, and if Lendria was threatened by Cerania or any other foe, he would quit his wandering mercenary days and return at a moment's notice.
Appearance:

Kareth

Reason for Detainment: Kareth has been charged with Banditry and Murder of Royal Guards. The details are that his mercenary company were having trouble finding steady work, and turned to banditry to survive. They attacked a caravan belonging to the Royal Treasury and went their separate ways, but were hunted and either killed or captured for their theft. As far as he knows, or cares, the rest of his comrades are dead.

[camillethegnome]

Nessa Anarae

Name: Nessa Anarae

Species: Shadow (Dark Elf)

Species Description: A recent and small branch off of Dark Elves, Shadows share many of the same talents as their ancestors. Their dark gray skin, night vision, magical inclination, and stealth comes from their predecessors. Shadow Elves are highly adapted to the night and are usually never seen during the day since it is too bright to see anything. They specialize in manipulating shadows in their favor and creating their own smoke-like shadows. By focusing so thoroughly on illusionary magic, they have lost their strength in almost all forms of other magic, unlike the Dark Elves who are adept at many disciplines of magic.

Gender: Female

Abilities and Limitations:

Illusionary Shadows: As an assassin, her ability to shroud herself in darkness dramatically increases her success rate. Only effective at night, this cloaking device makes her virtually undetectable; however, because of the smokey nature of self-created shadows, her cloaking illusions are distinguishable to those with keen eyes, or those who are looking. If she does happen to get into close-range combat, she will try to escape as quickly as possible. Nessa is weaker than most, but her speed has saved her life on multiple occasions. Typically, before she makes a run for it, she will temporarily blind her enemy by sending a flurry of smokey shadows that stains their vision. She can only blind one person at a time, but so far this hasn't caused her much trouble. If all else fails, she does have one last trick up her sleeve: Smoke Bomb. Self explanatory, it doesn’t do any damage, but can help her escape from a small crowd.

Terror: More for the scare factor than anything else, Nessa can manipulate preexisting shadows. A personal favorite of hers, she can distort people's own shadows on the floor, expanding them and making them look like a monster's. She's gotten quite good at breaking her targets mentally before finally killing them. Preexisting shadows will not have the smokey effect of her conjured ones.

Flight (not really): By creating wings, she can enhance the height of her jumps, and slow her descent when falling from high places to prevent injury. This helps compensate for her surprising inability to climb.

Poison and Weapons: Never bothering to learn anything fancy, Nessa picked up the fundamentals of how to make various poisons. She uses both crossbows and, on rare occasion, long bows. By adding a bit of poison into her bolts and arrows, she increases the amount of damage done with a single shot. Combining this with expert precision, Nessa is quite a threat. Shooting poisonous darts or arrows is her preferred method of assassination, but sometimes simply lacing her target's ale can be just as effective. She also has a set of daggers that she can throw from a decent distance. Her talents are lethal, but she doesn't have any substantial training with other weaponry and when it comes to close combat, she is fairly inept. Nessa can evade attacks well enough, her speed enabling her avoid serious damage and injury, but her main objective would still be to escape since she would not be able to inflict major damage from a close proximity.

Background: Born from and raised by Shadow Elves, she grew up knowing exactly what she would become. Her entire clan was comprised of renowned assassins, and by the time she entered the profession herself, Nessa too grew infamous. Her distinctive style set her apart from her peers, and as she grew older, she became one of best her clan had to offer. Her kills were accurate, and efficient. Though they knew of her, authorities could never find her. Until now, of course.

Although the majority of her clan is located in a small trading center along the coast, she had left for the Citadel in hopes of more lucrative targets. Nessa attained success quickly, and avoided capture for years. Her targets were relatively insignificant, she eliminated her employers’ competition, silenced those who knew too much, anyone really. Her luck wore thin, and one of her employers decided to earn some money for himself, and fabricated a new job for her. It was a trap of course, and authorities were stationed throughout the location, too many for her to fight off. She tried every thing she could, but none of her tricks could overpower their brute force. Nessa had grown too confident over the years and let her guard down. A costly mistake.

Appearance:

Note: She predominately uses a crossbow.

Reason for Detainment: Multiple Accounts of Murder

[SyrianHamster]

Alright, I'll leave it until tomorrow (00:42AM over here), then I guess the IC will sail out the harbour.

I will of course get around to accepting/murdering the new entries beforehand, of course.

EDIT: Of course. Of course. Of course. I keep doing that, God damnit. Of course.

[Nephriel]

Lol... sometimes you just REALLY need to get the point across Hamster, in which case one 'of course' simply isn't enough.

[Rockette]

SyrianHamster said
Alright, I'll leave it until tomorrow (00:42AM over here), then I guess the IC will sail out the harbour.

Blargh - I'm getting there to the finish! I'm just multi-tasking like Hell before I leave for my show. c:

[The Roman07]

I'm ready for judgement, of course...

[Shoopthewoop]

Character Name: Experiment 19
Species: Angumanum
Species description: A snake humanoid, check picture
Gender: Male
Noteworthy Abilities / Limitations: Moves like a snake, has a poisonous bite.
Background: Born a normal snake he was experimented on with magic. Since then he has been in jail on and off, for stealing. But one day he murdered someone by biting there arm off. They bled to death as 19 watched him die. He laughed as he kept biting his leg. When the police arrived he fought hard but was captured. That was 5 years ago. Since then he has been in jail.
Appearance:
Reason for Detainment: For Murdering a rich human.

[SyrianHamster]

The Roman07 said
Rin Zeela-Tae

I don't normally appreciate copy and pasted characters, but my dislikes for them are based more on theory than on practice. Depending on how you do, will decide how I approach copy and pastes in the future.

Accepted.

Grothnor said
Kareth of Lendria:

At last, a knight in shining armour! Accepted.

camillethegnome said
Nessa Anarae

Glad you decided to join us. Accepted.

Shoopthewoop said
Experiment 19

Declined.

Reasons:

- We already have an exotic creature that got its name from experimentations, I'm concerned that you've read through the list of existing characters, and become inspired by that one in particular.

- Questionable writing ability. The holes in your background information, coupled with the way it is written, worries me. You've only been on the guild for a day, and I have no previous works to go off and read. I don't need you to be a flawless writer, as this is casual, and I myself sometimes write like a hapless mudfish - but I need to know you can write things that wont make people cringe.

If you really want in this RP, there's two things you need to do.

1) Find me a post from another RP, so I can quickly make a check. If one doesn't exist, perhaps you have some creative works saved on your computer? Paste me a paragraph or something from one.

2) Give your character more depth. You don't need an essay, but there are some glaring questions. For example: If he was a snake, and was experimented on, does he have the ability to think like a human? Or is he just an oversized serpent with arms? Can he be reasoned with? Hell, can he even speak? Tell me more about him.

OR.

The other players, if they are happy with what they see already, can veto my decision, in which case you'll be accepted. But that's down to them.

Rockette said
Blargh - I'm getting there to the finish! I'm just multi-tasking like Hell before I leave for my show. c:

It's okay. How long do you need? I can postpone the IC's start for a short time.

On another note, should I close this RP to any more entries? Or we happy to have as many as possible?