[OOC] A Crown of Bones

[Brand]

Ink Blood will be joining us.

[Nib]

Name: Lucien Blackwater

Gender: Male

House Name: Blackwater

Age: 45

Appearance: Lucien Blackwater is a man of average, standing at five foot and eight inches, with a lithe yet toned frame, making him a very agile individual. He has a very fair complexion and angular features. His wavy hair is a dark brunette, almost black color with slight tinges of grey here and there and reaches down to barely brush the tops of his shoulders. His eyes are a light grey color. He keeps his pointed chin shaved, but can be seen with stubble on rare occasions. His once full and healthy features have degenerated slightly from his service to Malfear, making him appear paler and more gaunt than he did before but not so much as to appear ill or starving.

Lucien in his armor

(Ignore white hair and second sword.)

Longbow

Tyrneth

Homeland: Gorgon

Race: Necromancer

Spells: Necromancy and Illusion

Bio: From the journal of Lucien Blackwater

Bio

I was born as the eldest son of Arthur Blackwater and his queen. I had many siblings and half-siblings growing up. Many of them made attempts to take my place as the next king of Gorgon, but that comes later in my life. My early life was spent under the tutelage of many brilliant scholars brought to Gorgon by my father. They come from far off lands and taught me much of the world and the ways of the court. I excelled in my studies, but they bored me to no end. There is not much to speak of my early childhood past that.

My adolescence was spent in the courts and dodging attempts to take my place in line to the throne. There were several attempts on my life and many more attempts to slander my name. I managed to survive, though. I was once poisoned at a ball in honor of my fourteenth year. Lucky for me, one of the guests attending the ball was skilled in the healing arts. This was the first taste I had of how the court really is. Another attempt happened in my seventeenth year; I was attacked in plain sight in the middle of the courtyard by one of my father’s soldiers. I survived by luck yet again, as my savior came in the form of a spooked horse that ran the would be assassin down. My name was drug through the mud more time than I can remember. It hurt my reputation, but my reputation was not what made me the next in line for the throne.

When I came of age, I decided to join the ranks of the Gorgon Rangers. I trained under them for five years and became their Commander at the age of twenty-three. There were many men more skilled and better suited for the job, but my name won me the position; that’s not to say I was lacking in skill, though. The Rangers were tough masters, and did not take it easy on me just because my name was Blackwater, mostly because I made sure they were ordered not to. I came out with many scars and some trauma, but I survived and became the stronger for it.

Then came the war with Malfear. I marched on the Necromancer with my father’s army, taking with me my Rangers. The war was a terrible sight even for hardened veterans. The dead would overrun our ranks, adding to theirs, but I could help but be amazed at the power of the Necromancers. I was always fascinated by magic, but was never able to pursue the art… until I chose to join Malfear’s ranks. The night I left my father’s ranks and betrayed him and my country, I stole away from the retreating army with the stealth taught to me by the very Rangers I betrayed; you see my father chose to retreat when we were so close to victory because my uncle had used his absence to take the throne and start a genocide of our family.

I made my way into the midst of his army, surrounded on all sides and laid down my arms, saying I wished to become a Necromancer just like those I had been fighting against. I was accepted into their ranks, Malfear knowing if I managed to survive the ritual, which I did, that I would be his and under his influence. That is exactly that happened. I went through the gates and came back to the world of the living with a soul clutched tightly in my hands, and I was reborn as one of Malfear’s Necromancers. My mind was not destroyed, but it was not my own. I followed him and killed in his name for three years, learning all I could of Necromancy and even managed to learn the art of Illusions. When Malfear was defeated, his hold over me broke and my mind was once again my own. I escaped and returned to my homeland, only to find it under my uncle’s rule and my family slain.

And now, I hide in the swamps of Gorgon, using my Ranger skills coupled with my Magics to kill what I can of my uncle’s men in an attempt to reclaim what is rightfully my birthright.

[Feisty-Pants]

Saltwater Thief said
Well, since I found out about your job. I think I was unaware until you had that Q & A with I think it was Nep?Nah, I have something in mind. I'll fire off a post when I get home later today, and you two can follow suit when you get a chance.

Yeah. It was with Nep! I could've sworn I talked about it with our dear Sangre over Skype, and you were there!

[Feisty-Pants]

Headphones said
And being in a biology class means you know your anatomy and know all them nice weak spots ^ ^ And I don't have much. 9/11, Binladen, Middle east, all the usual jazz.

Biology =/= Anatomy, I'm pretty sure. I had to take two separate courses. @_@

[Feisty-Pants]

-Snip-

That aside, does anyone else have issues accessing this site on a cell phone? @_@

[vietmyke]

Feisty-Pants said
-Snip-That aside, does anyone else have issues accessing this site on a cell phone? @_@

Yup, RPGuild is a little finicky with it. Request for a desktop page a few dozen times and maybe it'll work lol

[Feisty-Pants]

vietmyke said
Yup, RPGuild is a little finicky with it. Request for a desktop page a few dozen times and maybe it'll work lol

Ugh. XD

[Saltwater Thief]

Feisty-Pants said
Yeah. It was with Nep! I could've sworn I talked about it with our dear Sangre over Skype, and you were there!

You know what it was? You mentioned military sometime prior, but I didn't know the branch/field until the Q&A.

[Feisty-Pants]

Saltwater Thief said
You know what it was? You mentioned military sometime prior, but I didn't know the branch/field until the Q&A.

Yeah. That was quite some time ago wasn't it?

Neppy and her Q & A session. I wonder why she did it. ._.

[BingTheWing]

Do warrior monks exist in this particular world, albeit in far-flung places? E.g without panda. Imagine monk as badass Chinese human.

Or this.

No, I do not play WoW, let alone me being a fan of it.

I just think it's badass.

ANY QUESTIONS?

[Reaper]

Is this still open?

[Rayn Night]

Reaper said
Is this still open?

Yes, I believe there are two spots left.

[Brand]

BingTheWing said
Do warrior monks exist in this particular world, albeit in far-flung places? E.g No, I do not play WoW, let alone me being a fan of it.I just think it's badass.ANY QUESTIONS?

None of the current kingdoms have a culture that would make a Chinese monk type character feasible, with that said you're welcomed to create a foreign character if you can make his Bio, and how he ended up in the Five Kingdoms, believable.

@Reaper, There is a spot remaining.

[Reaper]

Ah, then I have an idea for a character and will post it up within the next... 12 hours? Hopefully!

[Headphones]

Once more, I see someone who has not done their math well. Correct me if I am wrong, but I do not see a reasonable explanation for Lucien Blackwater's age written within the post. He is currently 26 years of age and, from the contents of the Biography, it is apparent that he was a ranger in Gorgon's army during the war with Malfear and, while the flames of battle had not yet ceased, he trampled his loyalty and bowed down to the dark forces, consequentially becoming a necromancer. How, if I may ask, could that be possible, when he would have been merely 4 years of age at that time? The war with Malfear began 22 years before the story's present and lasted for 10 years, in other words, it ended 12 years before the story's present. If you still plan on having him become the commander of the rangers at the age of 23, it would mean that he would at least have to be 45 years old, assuming he was given the rank prior to the war, according to how you have written the sheet.

[vietmyke]

Headphones said
Once more, I see someone who has not done their math well. Correct me if I am wrong, but I do not see a reasonable explanation for Lucien Blackwater's age written within the post. He is currently 26 years of age and, from the contents of the Biography, it is apparent that he was a ranger in Gorgon's army during the war with Malfear and, while the flames of battle had not yet ceased, he trampled his loyalty and bowed down to the dark forces, consequentially becoming a necromancer. How, if I may ask, could that be possible, when he would have been merely 4 years of age at that time? The war with Malfear began 22 years before the story's present and lasted for 10 years, in other words, it ended 12 years before the story's present. If you still plan on having him become the commander of the rangers at the age of 23, it would mean that he would at least have to be 45 years old, assuming he was given the rank prior to the war, according to how you have written the sheet.

#Rekt

[Rayn Night]

vietmyke said
#Rekt

viet, just saying, that was not necessary...

[Reaper]

Name: Morana "Raven" Ithildin

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Appearance:



Homeland: Valaria

Race: Human

Spells: None
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Bio:

Morana was but a child when the war against Malfear took her parents. She was just one of many poor children to be orphaned during the war, but there were only so many people willing to take them in or places where they could find refuge and shelter. Morana found neither. Instead, she was captured by slavers and sold to a whorehouse. She remembered feeling relieved at first, trading shackles for a large mansion that seemed lavish and luxurious. She had thought some nobleman had purchased her off the slavers and she was free, or at least all she had was a life as a servant.

It wasn't until she learned the true intention of her purchase did life take a drastic turn. She was young, but that was how that particular brothel operated. They took in girls at a young age, trained them to be courtesans and paramours - women who could take on any role and charm any man. The Velvet Room was infamous for catering to the perverse tastes of the nobility. It was the wealthy and powerful who paid good coin to de-flower a girl, and the appeal of a woman who was willing to say and do anything you wanted was worth a lot to them. She taught to read and write, to play the lute and sing, to paint and dance. She was made to clean room while the older, mature girls were servicing their clients to de-sensitize her.

Once she was old enough to start growing curves, that was when the real training in the art started. At least, that's what the madame in charge of the Velvet Room called it. Morana was taught what was expected of her while she was with a client and how to do it. By this point, years had passed and she had long ago lost all sense of propriety about such things. It was the only life she had and it was made abundantly clear to her that escape was useless. She had food, clothing, shelter and a bed here - even if they stank of the men she was expected entertain. Her life was forfeit if she tried to escape.

If her parents had taught her anything about the sanctity of her body before their deaths, she no longer remembered such lessons. Her first client was a refined gentleman, if a little old. He paid a handsome sum to be the first man to have her and all Morana could really remember of that night was how much wine he had made her drink before having his way with her. Well enough that she didn't remember - she awoke the next morning to find her dress torn and bruises on her wrist. According to the other girls, she was lucky that was all she suffered.

So began her life as a courtesan, telling men what they wanted to hear and stroking their egos for coin. In time, a few were so enamored with her that they would exclusively seek her out and her alone when they visited the brothel. She was never told to expect them to show her any affection, nor did she have any notion of what romance was - in truth, that was hardly what she would have called it even if she did. They spilled their secrets and lives to her with each visit, and while Morana thought they were just emptying their burdens onto her, a forgettable face, she soon came to realise the value of what she had heard.

It came two years into her time as a courtesan - one night the client who entered her room was not a man but a woman. She was surprised, to say the least, but had heard that such things occasionally happened. It was a strange night for other reasons as well - her client had paid coin to be the one doing to seducing. Morana had had no experience with women prior, but soon she was eager to have the woman visit. Jolaine, the woman offered her name on her third visit, and their conversations grew longer each time she called. It wasn't long before Jolain started paying to have Morana for entire nights, and the woman's intent became clear.

Jolain was a spy, and she had approached Morana for the sake of finding out what her other clients had confided in her. Morana was smitten by now, and when Jolain offered her a life away from the brothel, a life that she could spend with a woman who loved her, and filled with excitement and intrigue. While Morana continued working at the brothel, selling secrets to Jolaine whenever she came to share the bed, her new mentor would teach her how to fight, how to manipulate and coerce information out of someone, how to wield a dagger if she needed to kill... How to poison a man, how to plan the hunt like a viper, sneaking into the bed of her prey to silence them while they slept.

On her twenty-first birthday, Morana was made a free woman at last. Jolaine had bought her freedom from the Velvet Room and took her in as a partner. The two soon established a system where Morana would seduce their targets, distracting them while Jolaine stole letters, information and secrets from their home. Some times Morana would simply walk out with the papers tucked underneath her dress the next morning. When they were paid to kill, Jolaine always made sure Morana's target was guilty of some crime - it was easier to kill the guilty who deserved death.

That would eventually form Morana's moral code. She was discovered one night by a chamberlain after she had silenced a guard captain, and the alarms rang immediately. She managed to evade capture but found no trace of her lover and mentor afterward. A day passed before she realized the truth - her mentor had been killed that same night, covering her escape. It turned out they had been fed false information, in an attempt to capture and kill them both. Someone must have wanted whatever information they had, and Morana regretted not sensing something was amiss. Jolaine had trained her better than that.

Her mentor now dead, Morana worked alone. Soon, she built a name for herself - "Raven". The underbelly of society knew her only by that name, and most believed she was a ghost story. Nobody wanted to believe that a lone woman was cunning or skilled enough to bring down slaver rings and cartels on her own. Nobody wanted to admit that they might have unknowingly gave her the information she needed when they hired that wench in the tavern, or chatted up that lady strolling along the pier. The guards knew, as well, that if they ever needed help finding criminals, all they had to do was post a bulletin and a letter would reach them the next morning.

To this day, only the Raven herself knows the true motivation for her actions - to find the one responsible for her lover's death.

[vietmyke]

Rayn Night said
viet, just saying, that was not necessary...

Apologies, its all in good humor though

[Nib]

It has been fixed. I hope I didn't cause you too much inconvenience or annoyance, Headphones.