Are you still accepting characters? I would really like to join this.
Rayn Night
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Edit: WIP for a character xD
BingTheWing menace to society
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Are we to receive the map and message in our first post, or have we already received it and are deciding what to do about it?
A character sheet, for if you are accepting more. I think my minor character would be the orc that Melandir is in love with, but I can sort that out later.
My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
Name
Melandir Saron stands for “sweet young man” and “lover” respectively. Sharing a first name with his supposed father cast high expectations upon him, given that Melandir Sr. was a prodigious magister lost to a life-long illness shortly before his son's birth. Whether it was pressure from his mother because of his name or Fate toying with him, Melandir did indeed follow in his father's footsteps.
His surname was not quite as coincidental. He chose it himself after being disgraced twice over and stripped of his own, first for his infatuation with an orcish girl and secondly for dabbling in forbidden magic. The name Saron was originally a pseudonym that he wrote poetry under as a teenager.
Race
Elf, born into a family who were a few well-placed marriages away from being uplifted from minor noble to something more renowned. As the sole heir, Melandir's disgraceful behaviour ruined any chances of that. Melandir has few positive feelings about his people, though he greatly respects their intellectual and magical advancements.
Age
Melandir is considered barely an adult amongst his people at forty-nine. His apprenticeship (that typically last a few decades) had scarcely ended when he went into self-imposed exile. Many of his family and friends believe he is somewhat immature for his age.
Appearance
Melandir boasts a fair complexion and long, golden hair – a stereotypical elf, some might say. He is certainly a paragon for effeminate beauty. A willowy figure with lean muscles, if any, suggests that his build is for speed, not strength. While he often wears extravagant silk clothing, he never wears robes if he can help it out of pure pragmatism. It is hard to fight in them.
His facial features are sharp and dainty as many elves are with an unusually strong jawline supposedly inherited from his father. His eyes are now an acidic shade of glowing green due to his uncontrolled use of dark magic, a far cry from his mother's soft, calm blue. He often despises that particular characteristic.
The ritual magic he uses to communicate with the evil spirits and do their bidding has left its mark on his body. Scars from providing blood to the creatures as payment as well as various symbols carved into his skin litter his arms and legs, hence why he wears long sleeves if he can help it.
Personality
Ask anyone about Melandir and they will describe him with some variation on “disgustingly sentimental”. He oozes romanticism from his pores and dons the expected archetype of the passionate elf quite happily. Whether he realises it or not, he is arrogant and prone to boasting about his own achievements – to some extent, he loves the sound of his own voice. He deludes himself into believing that his quest for power is necessary and not at all for his own benefit.
Melandir doesn't hide away his gentler side. He is brave, almost to the point of foolishness, and would not think twice about helping a damsel in distress or rushing into battle to save a friend. Keenly aware of the dangers of the world and its inhabitants, however, he is rather ruthless when it comes to second chances – he would rather take an enemy out now than risk his loved ones lives in the future by showing mercy. He is a devout believer in the orcish afterlife and so tries to leave his mark on the world by following a path of bringing evil to justice, perhaps to sate his guilty conscience.
Class
Melandir is a warlock, a mage who has sought out and made soul-rending deals with malignant spirits for enhanced magical power and to sate an addiction to dark magic. By using carefully worded contracts, he can also unleash these shadowy beings upon his enemies, so long as he is careful. In payment, however, he has to give something up; anything from his blood to another's life.
Strengths
Melandir values his intelligence above all else. He learns things quickly and from his training, he has an impressively large repertoire of spells, allowing him to be both creative and unpredictable in his approach to attacking an enemy. When it comes to fire – his preferred medium of attack – he knows dozens of enchantments to summon infernos and firestorms.
Although he can use other forms of magic and knows of them in passing, his second greatest strength is the shadow magic that he risks his life for. He has restraint enough to use them only in the most dangerous of situations, not only because they are draining but also because they don't inspire trust in allies.
Surprisingly, he considers his natural diplomatic skills to be important too – especially when it comes to orcish culture. Given the amount of effort he put into wooing his lover, he knows more than enough to make it through their camps without committing any social faux pas out of ignorance.
Weaknesses
Melandir does not realise that his most critical flaw is his addiction to magic. He alternates between believing that he can control it to denying its existence in the first place. As a result, he is beginning to use magic for more frivolous things and has no inclination of pacing himself in training or in battle. Without realising the problem, he could easily destroy himself... or worse, his allies. His magic addiction also leads him into the grasp of the spirits, many of whom support the Black Scourge or just want to see chaos wrought on the universe and if he does not focus, he might end up their willing pawn.
While he pretends not to notice, Melandir is physically limited by the same unknown condition that plagued his father's mere century alive. Without knowing what it is, he is forced to persevere in combat through shortness of breath and fits of tachycardia that he knows will eventually lead to his death if left untreated.
He would consider his romantic heart to be his biggest weakness and, true enough, it is one. No matter if the world is falling apart around him, he disregards the death and destruction and focuses only on the primary goal of his mission: ensure his lover's safety. He would sacrifice his life if he thought it would keep her safe indefinitely. He also imagines himself as something of a hero or a 'white knight' figure and of course would charge into battle recklessly to uphold his facade of respectability and bravery.
Current Location
He lives above a seedy tavern in the worst possible part of Shallow Point where black magic and crime are natural parts of life.
History
Melandir was raised in Elfanir close to the royal city of Elalond, where he often claimed he has cousins living. His mother's family were fairly rich – he never wanted for anything – and the prestige from his father's magical heritage meant it was relatively easy for him to find a magister to apprentice under. Until he began to show a talent for magic, however, there were always questions of his paternity given that his appearance is too similar to his mother's.
During his apprenticeship, he travelled the continents with Magister Elluin, spending up to a year or two in each of the capitals. He saw more than his fair share of debauchery but the experience enriched his knowledge of the history of magic, amongst other things. When he was in Drestin for the first time with his master that he began to delve into the darker schools of magic, and he was not stopped from doing so. His first, most foolish deal with a spirit was when he was thirty-six and in return for his magical power, he swore to deliver a certain number of deaths. Melandir keeps his promises.
A life-changing experience for him occurred during his travels in Low when he and Magister Elluin visited during an orcish tribal meet up in Paahruir in that he discovered "the love of his life", a young nomadic orc by the name of Zari. He took an interest in her work as a shaman (a conduit for the ancestral spirits) and started a particularly elven courtship with flowers and poetry and the whole shebang. Of course, he and his master were kindly escorted out of the orcish lands when he fought with other potential suitors in honour duels, but ultimately young love was not crushed and continued through letters and gifts.
Naturally, he was disowned almost as soon as he returned home and his mother found out why he didn't want to marry up in the world and carry his family name with him. With his former master's blessing and thoughts of his one true love, he left for Shallow Point again so as to pursue power enough to keep them both safe in an unfriendly world... at least, that's what he told himself. If criminals started to go missing around his home, well, everyone has to have a hobby.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
Name
Melandir Saron stands for “sweet young man” and “lover” respectively. Sharing a first name with his supposed father cast high expectations upon him, given that Melandir Sr. was a prodigious magister lost to a life-long illness shortly before his son's birth. Whether it was pressure from his mother because of his name or Fate toying with him, Melandir did indeed follow in his father's footsteps.
His surname was not quite as coincidental. He chose it himself after being disgraced twice over and stripped of his own, first for his infatuation with an orcish girl and secondly for dabbling in forbidden magic. The name Saron was originally a pseudonym that he wrote poetry under as a teenager.
Race
Elf, born into a family who were a few well-placed marriages away from being uplifted from minor noble to something more renowned. As the sole heir, Melandir's disgraceful behaviour ruined any chances of that. Melandir has few positive feelings about his people, though he greatly respects their intellectual and magical advancements.
Age
Melandir is considered barely an adult amongst his people at forty-nine. His apprenticeship (that typically last a few decades) had scarcely ended when he went into self-imposed exile. Many of his family and friends believe he is somewhat immature for his age.
Appearance
Melandir boasts a fair complexion and long, golden hair – a stereotypical elf, some might say. He is certainly a paragon for effeminate beauty. A willowy figure with lean muscles, if any, suggests that his build is for speed, not strength. While he often wears extravagant silk clothing, he never wears robes if he can help it out of pure pragmatism. It is hard to fight in them.
His facial features are sharp and dainty as many elves are with an unusually strong jawline supposedly inherited from his father. His eyes are now an acidic shade of glowing green due to his uncontrolled use of dark magic, a far cry from his mother's soft, calm blue. He often despises that particular characteristic.
The ritual magic he uses to communicate with the evil spirits and do their bidding has left its mark on his body. Scars from providing blood to the creatures as payment as well as various symbols carved into his skin litter his arms and legs, hence why he wears long sleeves if he can help it.
Personality
Ask anyone about Melandir and they will describe him with some variation on “disgustingly sentimental”. He oozes romanticism from his pores and dons the expected archetype of the passionate elf quite happily. Whether he realises it or not, he is arrogant and prone to boasting about his own achievements – to some extent, he loves the sound of his own voice. He deludes himself into believing that his quest for power is necessary and not at all for his own benefit.
Melandir doesn't hide away his gentler side. He is brave, almost to the point of foolishness, and would not think twice about helping a damsel in distress or rushing into battle to save a friend. Keenly aware of the dangers of the world and its inhabitants, however, he is rather ruthless when it comes to second chances – he would rather take an enemy out now than risk his loved ones lives in the future by showing mercy. He is a devout believer in the orcish afterlife and so tries to leave his mark on the world by following a path of bringing evil to justice, perhaps to sate his guilty conscience.
Class
Melandir is a warlock, a mage who has sought out and made soul-rending deals with malignant spirits for enhanced magical power and to sate an addiction to dark magic. By using carefully worded contracts, he can also unleash these shadowy beings upon his enemies, so long as he is careful. In payment, however, he has to give something up; anything from his blood to another's life.
Strengths
Melandir values his intelligence above all else. He learns things quickly and from his training, he has an impressively large repertoire of spells, allowing him to be both creative and unpredictable in his approach to attacking an enemy. When it comes to fire – his preferred medium of attack – he knows dozens of enchantments to summon infernos and firestorms.
Although he can use other forms of magic and knows of them in passing, his second greatest strength is the shadow magic that he risks his life for. He has restraint enough to use them only in the most dangerous of situations, not only because they are draining but also because they don't inspire trust in allies.
Surprisingly, he considers his natural diplomatic skills to be important too – especially when it comes to orcish culture. Given the amount of effort he put into wooing his lover, he knows more than enough to make it through their camps without committing any social faux pas out of ignorance.
Weaknesses
Melandir does not realise that his most critical flaw is his addiction to magic. He alternates between believing that he can control it to denying its existence in the first place. As a result, he is beginning to use magic for more frivolous things and has no inclination of pacing himself in training or in battle. Without realising the problem, he could easily destroy himself... or worse, his allies. His magic addiction also leads him into the grasp of the spirits, many of whom support the Black Scourge or just want to see chaos wrought on the universe and if he does not focus, he might end up their willing pawn.
While he pretends not to notice, Melandir is physically limited by the same unknown condition that plagued his father's mere century alive. Without knowing what it is, he is forced to persevere in combat through shortness of breath and fits of tachycardia that he knows will eventually lead to his death if left untreated.
He would consider his romantic heart to be his biggest weakness and, true enough, it is one. No matter if the world is falling apart around him, he disregards the death and destruction and focuses only on the primary goal of his mission: ensure his lover's safety. He would sacrifice his life if he thought it would keep her safe indefinitely. He also imagines himself as something of a hero or a 'white knight' figure and of course would charge into battle recklessly to uphold his facade of respectability and bravery.
Current Location
He lives above a seedy tavern in the worst possible part of Shallow Point where black magic and crime are natural parts of life.
History
Melandir was raised in Elfanir close to the royal city of Elalond, where he often claimed he has cousins living. His mother's family were fairly rich – he never wanted for anything – and the prestige from his father's magical heritage meant it was relatively easy for him to find a magister to apprentice under. Until he began to show a talent for magic, however, there were always questions of his paternity given that his appearance is too similar to his mother's.
During his apprenticeship, he travelled the continents with Magister Elluin, spending up to a year or two in each of the capitals. He saw more than his fair share of debauchery but the experience enriched his knowledge of the history of magic, amongst other things. When he was in Drestin for the first time with his master that he began to delve into the darker schools of magic, and he was not stopped from doing so. His first, most foolish deal with a spirit was when he was thirty-six and in return for his magical power, he swore to deliver a certain number of deaths. Melandir keeps his promises.
A life-changing experience for him occurred during his travels in Low when he and Magister Elluin visited during an orcish tribal meet up in Paahruir in that he discovered "the love of his life", a young nomadic orc by the name of Zari. He took an interest in her work as a shaman (a conduit for the ancestral spirits) and started a particularly elven courtship with flowers and poetry and the whole shebang. Of course, he and his master were kindly escorted out of the orcish lands when he fought with other potential suitors in honour duels, but ultimately young love was not crushed and continued through letters and gifts.
Naturally, he was disowned almost as soon as he returned home and his mother found out why he didn't want to marry up in the world and carry his family name with him. With his former master's blessing and thoughts of his one true love, he left for Shallow Point again so as to pursue power enough to keep them both safe in an unfriendly world... at least, that's what he told himself. If criminals started to go missing around his home, well, everyone has to have a hobby.
As any she belied with false compare.
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ChaoticLaw
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Absolutely still accepting characters. Sorry if I'm a bit slow to respond. I'm currently having technical difficulties. You'll receive the map in your first post. The intro post will set up for you
I'm on my phone so responding specifically to posts is a bit difficult but to the person asking about a succubus go ahead and post the cs and of I see any problems I'll let you know.
And McHaggis I'll have to tale a look at your cs when I get to a computer so I can actually read it easily lol.
I'm on my phone so responding specifically to posts is a bit difficult but to the person asking about a succubus go ahead and post the cs and of I see any problems I'll let you know.
And McHaggis I'll have to tale a look at your cs when I get to a computer so I can actually read it easily lol.
Yay. I will have it for you by tomorrow. I need to brainstorm her history a little, but everything else is pretty much done.
BingTheWing menace to society
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Ooh, a mushy romantic elf!
Will he go well with my plucky halfling/gnome brewer/cartographer/charlatan?
And technically, McHaggis, your character is still considered a child by normal fantasy elf standards. Yes, they do mature at the same rate as humans, but mostly they are declared adults at 100 years old and can live into their seventh century. (Says D&D which in my opinion is the leading world authority on medieval fantasy.)
Annnnd... a sneek peek!
Will he go well with my plucky halfling/gnome brewer/cartographer/charlatan?
And technically, McHaggis, your character is still considered a child by normal fantasy elf standards. Yes, they do mature at the same rate as humans, but mostly they are declared adults at 100 years old and can live into their seventh century. (Says D&D which in my opinion is the leading world authority on medieval fantasy.)
Annnnd... a sneek peek!
Rayn Night
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Name: Verrad Estache
Race: Human
Age: 31
Appearance:
Class:
Inquisitor of the Church of Deities. Basically a special kind of bounty hunter/assassin of the church who specializes in seeking out “heretics” (This does not mean criminals or non-believers). From the church’s point of view, it would be anyone who messes with the cycle of life or any being coming from outside of this pane of existence.
Strengths:
Words of Order – In short, this describes his magic taught by the Church to banish and harm creatures and undeath from the plane of the living and the plane of mortals that do not belong. They do not belong to the natural order of life and Verrad can push his magic onto them to hinder them or, if Verrad sets the proper ritual and is strong enough, simply banish the creature back into its native world. Undeath are simply destroyed and their bodies and souls become immune to the curse of undeath. It is much easier for Verrad to banish undeath than to banish creatures of the outer world.
Words of Truth – This magic is a particular and odd magic that most people of the Church says he is born with. This allows Inquisitor Verrad to be resistant versus mind affecting effects and can disperse illusions set upon him or those around. It also allows him to compel someone to tell the truth, but is a dangerous magic to employ as its drawbacks can turn Verrad insane or even kill him.
Tracking the Heretics – One particular set of skills is that he is a trained “bounty-hunter”, although typically never does tracks for money. He usually tends to do it for the sake of the Church and the community he comes from. His tracking is made for creatures especially but can track down a mortal living being just as fine too.
Takedown and Specialized Combat – Unlike most warriors, he is not a front line fighter nor is he really a fighter at all. It is not to say he cannot handle a sword, but his skills are below one of a soldier. He does, however, have a keen sense for shooting crossbows and good in hand-to-hand combat and the use of daggers in close melee. He excels in grappling an opponent to the ground of throws. He also uses a variety of specialized equipment like bolas, nets, chains and rope in combat and some other odd ones, mostly made to capture and not to kill.
Weaknesses:
The Price of Order – The magic of Order has its limitations and backfires when used improperly. The creatures he banishes need to be weakened to be able to banish them without a proper ritual. This causes an immense drain in his energy to do it without the proper ritual. And for the ritual, the creature needs to be within the Circle of Order, a drawing made with white powder on an even ground. The energy use to banish the dead isn’t as great but can still prove to exhaust the Inquisitor. Whenever Verrad tries to banish something that is neither outsiders nor dead, the magic lashes back at him, causing actual bodily harm.
The Price of Truth – Like the Magic of Order, Truth has its limitation and backfires. Trying to force someone to tell the truth that doesn’t have a “consciousness” just has no effect, just as trying to compel someone being controlled also has no effect, but does determine that the being is under control. If, by any chance, Verrad tried to force someone who IS telling the truth, it affects his mental sanity directly, hearing voices telling him he is speaking the truth, the voices both calm and angered.
Specialized Combat: He is not a front-line warrior. He can handle a blade but that is it. He would prefer sneaking up onto people or make sure they are incapacitated before even daring to approach a foe. This usually means he works as a team a never alone (Unless it is a task to capture a creature and banish it, then he can manage)
The Order vs Morals: His orders are not always the most noble and pure. Sometimes, he is asked to do some dirty deeds in which he is sometimes confronted with his own morals… this causes hesitation that can sometime prove to be just the time needed for whatever task he has to do to me impossible to accomplish.
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History: (how did your character get to where they are today)
Other: (Anything else)
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Reaper Slayer of Dreams
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I'm thinking of creating a second character :/
He was originally much older but there's an elf on the other page and I didn't want to step on anybody's toes, especially if they got there first. Shamelessly based on one of my scrapped RP characters from WoW, so I wholeheartedly agree. Even by LOTR standards he's not mature yet (iirc, it's about 50 for them?)
Hey Rayn. Maybe our characters can work together. My character is a Succubus, but more like Hellboy. She hunts the unnatural that is causing problems and the only way I really imagine her going unchecked in her travels is being sanctioned by some authority who has significant resources or influence.
Rayn Night
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Esper said
Hey Rayn. Maybe our characters can work together. My character is a Succubus, but more like Hellboy. She hunts the unnatural that is causing problems and the only way I really imagine her going unchecked in her travels is being sanctioned by some authority who has significant resources or influence.
I hope your character has a good reason why she wasn't banished back to the abyss xD. Especially a Succubus. Would have to talk with Chaotic Law about it.
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A succubus probably would be hunted by most churches in all honesty. It is possible that she could hide her true form or have some other party with a lot of influence backing her but it probably wouldn't be any 'holy' organization. Im sure there are other organizations that hunt monsters or darker creatures that wouldn't mind what she was though.
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ChaoticLaw said
A succubus probably would be hunted by most churches in all honesty. It is possible that she could hide her true form or have some other party with a lot of influence backing her but it probably wouldn't be any 'holy' organization. Im sure there are other organizations that hunt monsters or darker creatures that wouldn't mind what she was though.
That is what I figured too.
BingTheWing menace to society
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Name: Randy Strumflip
Race: Halfling
Age: 38
Appearance:
Personality: Randy is generally a tricky person because of his trade, and it's difficult to judge whether he's sincere about anything or not. He has a talent for and enjoys making a living solely out of people who are too gullible and absent-minded to recognize his true intentions. He is a sucker for physical humor and more often than not involves a joke of the latter to make his getaways. However, he winces when these encounters end lethally. Being a sort of 'brother' in the criminal underworld, he is unfazed by death, but he doesn't generally see it as an always necessary and sometimes glorious thing like the knights, assassins and barons do. All these characteristics, however, don't always point to him being a malicious person. He is simply mischievous and that is what gets food on the table. He could be considered chaotic neutral, one who values their own whims and personal freedom above all else.
Class: Rogue. Not a thief (their aim is to get things that they shouldn't be getting), or an assassin (one who aims to kill people quickly and silently), but a rogue (a scoundrel who uses stealth and trickery to overcome enemies).
Strengths:
Randy's profession as a conner and charlatan make it very easy indeed for him to trick and convince almost any intelligent being. (Unfortunately, zombies and undead not included. But maybe an ogre or two?).
Randy is naturally valiant and stealthy because of his halfling heritage. This also means that he is on slightly equal ground with most races due to the halfling's affable nature. Randy tends to misuse the latter to his advantage.
Randy often sends his ill-gotten gains to his contacts in the underworld, in exchange for goods, luxuries and services. Thus, Randy has numerous contacts in the criminal underworld which he can reach out to for support.
Randy is capable of hiding his true feelings about anything. He can even take on different identities with ease, and has several ready-made.
A history of conning the wrong man has made Randy especially adept at getaways and using improvised weapons.
Weaknesses:
Like all other mischievous people, Randy has an uncanny knack for saying exactly the wrong thing at exactly the wrong time, even if he doesn't want to.
Randy has conned many famous gamblers and innkeepers all across Alfanta, and is lucky to be barely tolerated in any inn or even allowed to oversee a card game. He utilizes his disguises mainly for this. Though sometimes there are instances where Randy actually plays fair, this makes his personality all the more slipperier.
Randy is not very strong or tall. Self-explanatory. Thus, he tends to use brain over brawn.
Randy can be obnoxious to certain personality types.
Current Location: Drale, Valinfor
History:
Randy's early childhood did not shape him that much. He was born to humble fruit farmers in the remote halfling farming community of Longdale, Valinfor. Randy was the youngest of three sons, so he naturally was the 'baby' of the family. He more often than not had to contend with the envy of his bigger and stronger brothers, which he found out he had a talent for annoying and outwitting. His fondest memories are accompanying his father to market with a cart laden with apples and oranges while heartily tooting away at his pan flute. That is all he remembers of his early childhood.
When Randy reached was still in his tweens (human teenage years), his parents passed away. Randy's older brothers were twins and were unable to decide who was born first. It ultimately ended in a terrible house argument and one of the twins was kicked out. Since Randy had no desire to follow a tyrannical brother, he supported the underdog and accompanied his outcast brother to Drale, where he decided that he would try his luck.
Randy and his sibling were in high demand when they offered their services as apprentices. Since the war was still ongoing and the tension between races still existed, merchants and artisans were eager for nimbler hands and faster legs than ordinary humans to deliver messages and operate delicate contraptions. Eventually, they found work in a common inn which also sold gaming equipment like dice, chess sets and cards. Randy made the mistake of cheekily adding weights to sets of die, which of course earned the inn a bad name and got the Strumflip brothers arrested. In prison, the innkeeper/gaming set craftsman attempted to murder his former apprentices. Randy awoke just in time, saved his brother from their master and made a break for it when the guard opened their cell door. Randy's brother was killed by a stray arrow and Randy was about to come to the same fate when suddenly, an unknown stranger dived and saved the 25-year-old halfling.
The stranger revealed himself as the main consumer of Randy's weighted dice and was amazed at the subtle craftsmanship. He explained that he was a charlatan, a consman, a cheater at games of 'chance'. Randy showed explicit talent at what he did, and generously made an offer for Randy to be his apprentice. Since he had nowhere else to go, it seemed an incredible offer. Randy was the charlatan's apprentice for four years, until the charlatan decided to let him go because an 'adopted son' for a seemingly unemployed gambler would prove suspicion after a while. Randy now practices the art of conning and cheating while also continuing his original trade as a game set artisan.c
Other: nah.
Race: Halfling
Age: 38
Appearance:
Personality: Randy is generally a tricky person because of his trade, and it's difficult to judge whether he's sincere about anything or not. He has a talent for and enjoys making a living solely out of people who are too gullible and absent-minded to recognize his true intentions. He is a sucker for physical humor and more often than not involves a joke of the latter to make his getaways. However, he winces when these encounters end lethally. Being a sort of 'brother' in the criminal underworld, he is unfazed by death, but he doesn't generally see it as an always necessary and sometimes glorious thing like the knights, assassins and barons do. All these characteristics, however, don't always point to him being a malicious person. He is simply mischievous and that is what gets food on the table. He could be considered chaotic neutral, one who values their own whims and personal freedom above all else.
Class: Rogue. Not a thief (their aim is to get things that they shouldn't be getting), or an assassin (one who aims to kill people quickly and silently), but a rogue (a scoundrel who uses stealth and trickery to overcome enemies).
Strengths:
Randy's profession as a conner and charlatan make it very easy indeed for him to trick and convince almost any intelligent being. (Unfortunately, zombies and undead not included. But maybe an ogre or two?).
Randy is naturally valiant and stealthy because of his halfling heritage. This also means that he is on slightly equal ground with most races due to the halfling's affable nature. Randy tends to misuse the latter to his advantage.
Randy often sends his ill-gotten gains to his contacts in the underworld, in exchange for goods, luxuries and services. Thus, Randy has numerous contacts in the criminal underworld which he can reach out to for support.
Randy is capable of hiding his true feelings about anything. He can even take on different identities with ease, and has several ready-made.
A history of conning the wrong man has made Randy especially adept at getaways and using improvised weapons.
Weaknesses:
Like all other mischievous people, Randy has an uncanny knack for saying exactly the wrong thing at exactly the wrong time, even if he doesn't want to.
Randy has conned many famous gamblers and innkeepers all across Alfanta, and is lucky to be barely tolerated in any inn or even allowed to oversee a card game. He utilizes his disguises mainly for this. Though sometimes there are instances where Randy actually plays fair, this makes his personality all the more slipperier.
Randy is not very strong or tall. Self-explanatory. Thus, he tends to use brain over brawn.
Randy can be obnoxious to certain personality types.
Current Location: Drale, Valinfor
History:
Randy's early childhood did not shape him that much. He was born to humble fruit farmers in the remote halfling farming community of Longdale, Valinfor. Randy was the youngest of three sons, so he naturally was the 'baby' of the family. He more often than not had to contend with the envy of his bigger and stronger brothers, which he found out he had a talent for annoying and outwitting. His fondest memories are accompanying his father to market with a cart laden with apples and oranges while heartily tooting away at his pan flute. That is all he remembers of his early childhood.
When Randy reached was still in his tweens (human teenage years), his parents passed away. Randy's older brothers were twins and were unable to decide who was born first. It ultimately ended in a terrible house argument and one of the twins was kicked out. Since Randy had no desire to follow a tyrannical brother, he supported the underdog and accompanied his outcast brother to Drale, where he decided that he would try his luck.
Randy and his sibling were in high demand when they offered their services as apprentices. Since the war was still ongoing and the tension between races still existed, merchants and artisans were eager for nimbler hands and faster legs than ordinary humans to deliver messages and operate delicate contraptions. Eventually, they found work in a common inn which also sold gaming equipment like dice, chess sets and cards. Randy made the mistake of cheekily adding weights to sets of die, which of course earned the inn a bad name and got the Strumflip brothers arrested. In prison, the innkeeper/gaming set craftsman attempted to murder his former apprentices. Randy awoke just in time, saved his brother from their master and made a break for it when the guard opened their cell door. Randy's brother was killed by a stray arrow and Randy was about to come to the same fate when suddenly, an unknown stranger dived and saved the 25-year-old halfling.
The stranger revealed himself as the main consumer of Randy's weighted dice and was amazed at the subtle craftsmanship. He explained that he was a charlatan, a consman, a cheater at games of 'chance'. Randy showed explicit talent at what he did, and generously made an offer for Randy to be his apprentice. Since he had nowhere else to go, it seemed an incredible offer. Randy was the charlatan's apprentice for four years, until the charlatan decided to let him go because an 'adopted son' for a seemingly unemployed gambler would prove suspicion after a while. Randy now practices the art of conning and cheating while also continuing his original trade as a game set artisan.c
Other: nah.
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Done mostly save for description of strengths.
Done mostly save for description of strengths.
Rayn Night
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5 yrs ago
Sorry for taking a while, but I'll have a sheet up within the next 2 days
Feisty-Pants Team Mom
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3 yrs ago
Is there still room?
Rayn Night
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5 yrs ago
Feisty-Pants said
Is there still room?
I would believe so
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