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[Jedly]

Hato Shirudo WIP

Hato Shirudo

Age: 17

Appearance Specs:
Standing at 5’7”, Hato is pretty lanky for his age. In comparison to most, his build lacks physical aptitude, is frail overall, and weighs at only 105 lbs. This blatantly contradicts his diet, being quite glutton when it comes to food, he has what could be perceived as a bottomless pit of a stomach. His athletic capabilities aren’t that much of a priority, as he spends a majority of his time delved into his studies, so he definitely looks the part. His hair is dyed with pigments which are nearly impossible to wash off, making their maintenance an easy task.

Occupation: Astronomer

Personality:

Gonna put this as a placeholder, since I got some HW to do. It'll be finished tomorrow afternoon, when I'm done with school.

[nichinichisou]

GUUYYYSSSSSSZZZZ

I hate reading lots of stuffffff
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[Mokley]

Looks good so far, Jedly!

LowKey, you might be disappointed with some of my posting habits then. Fair warning. ;)

[Jedly]

Oh yeah. I write a... good... amount... >.>

[nichinichisou]

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Name: Quintiliano da Hereford

Age: 15

Appearance: , except without that wooollfff

Quin stands at a healthy 5'7", yay. She is used to wearing old hand-me-downs from her mother, which fit perfectly, even though they're usually dirty and maybe have a few scratches on them, and miiight make her look like she's dirt poor. Other than that, they're great!

She likes walking around barefoot, as she says it feels better, so she does end up walking around barefoot.

I guess that's all?

Occupation: Painty person. Paint. Paint. Paint painty McPaint Paint.
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also known as
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Paint.

Personality: Quin is a type of confident girl who sees opportunities to live her life, and takes them. That's the reason that she's currently a painter. As you can expect, she loves art. Everything art. Literature art, nature art, speech art, ANYTHING art.

She is a loud and sometimes rude girl who likes getting what she wants, but is estatic when she gets something she desperately needs, and likes to focus on more of the needs than the wants. If she ever needs some medical help, then she probably will try and go get some sort of medical help, as that is simply what she does.

She doesn't like being that type of person who constantly talks over people and is a huge arsehole, so she focuses on being nice. But, sometimes, she offends people by making certain comparisons, but you know what they say;
"if the shackle fits..."

Being a painter means that she looks at things from a different angle, and is constantly disturbed by it, If she looks at the letter "d," it could look like some sort of foot or whatever she's thinking of at the tiem.

History: Quin, at birth, was named "Quintiliano di donne Manuela da Hereford," which translates to "Quintiliano of woman Manuela from Hereford." It MEANS "Quintiliano, (daughter) of woman Manuela from Hereford," but if you want to go into specificss...

Quintiliano was born near Medieval Hereford, in a place that is now Madley. This is/was a small town, which means that Quin was nicely placed in an English and Italian speaking household where they were in a section of the town where they knew everyone on a first name basis.

She is the only child of Manuela and Elliot, Manuela being the woman, and Elliot being the man.

At age 8, she started taking an interest in the fine arts of...art. She was, not surprisingly, encouraged by her parents to take up this line of work. In a couple of years, she was actually starting to get quite good at it. So, she continued to practice and practice.

At around age 13 or so, people actually started to notice her drawing and painting skills, and the news spread like a Chicago fire. In other places outside of Hereford, she was also semi-known (only in very small towns), and she was a sort of a mini celebrity.

The following year, at age 14, she was apprenticed under a famous painter, and so she began painting rather seriously. This actually only lasted for a year, before she was suddenly pulled into this freaky alternate universe, but, eh.

oh my god that name

literally looked so many times at leonardo da vinci's wikipedia page for those basic words, and used a translator just for that name

[XLegs]

Thomas Tessel

Name: Thomas Tessel

Age: 18

Appearance:

Thomas is just over six feet tall and weighs 140lbs, giving him a thin, but average, build. The hours spent indoors have given him a pale complexion.

Occupation: Scribe

Personality:
Being the son and apprentice of a scribe had granted Thomas a rare privilege: access to thousands upon thousands of texts - historical texts, religious texts, play scripts, propaganda, and more.

And the biggest thing all those words taught him? People are selfish, manipulative, liars, and woefully inconsistent.

Contradictions were abundant from book to book, and it was clear authors were often not being truthful. Thomas spent much of his time theorizing why a writer would try to twist the truth of events; it nearly always boiled down to controlling the way others thought and self-benefit.

Eventually, the boy came to the conclusion that that was simply the way people were; they would do anything to get ahead in life.

This way of thinking was cemented when he realized he himself was proof of it. He, like everyone else he knew, acted sociable and kind, like someone who's self-confident and self-sacrificing. Living in a highly religious town meant he could never express his doubts, or even come out and say that he was a non-believer. He pretended to accept the teachings he had rejected.

And he only did these to be accepted and liked - to give him an edge in life.

Behind his happy demeanor, he's suspicious of other's true motives, believing that everyone is ultimately only out for themselves. While this is the way he thinks, he desperately wants to be proven wrong. He wants to be able to trust others, and he sometimes does - only to ultimately be disappointed.

He has an inquisitive mind, and loves to figure out how and why things tick - whether that be machines, animals, or people - and will often disregard the things he's taught himself if it means discovering the answer to something.

History:
From the moment Thomas could walk, he was being taught to read and write. According to his father, he wrote his first word before speaking his first, though Thomas has his doubts about the legitimacy of that story.

He lived a comfortable upper-middle class life, and spent most of his hours in his father's study, reading and writing. This lead to him developing his somewhat skewed view of society, and prevented him from building any deep friendships; everyone he knew was merely an acquaintance, and he wouldn't have had it any other way, considering the fact that he believes they would have all betrayed him should an appropriate situation turn up.

Many of the texts he copied were dry and boring, but some were incredible - fictional stories of knights fighting dragons, old myths of gods warring amongst each other, kings who found magical weapons and smote evil-doers.

While he didn't dislike scribing, it was these kinds of stories that made him dream of more. He wanted to go on fantastic adventures and meet the genuine people depicted in them. Obviously knowing that this was impossible, he decided he'd settle on being one who wrote them.

He never did quite get to start, however, as work kept piling up.

And then one day, he woke up in a different world.

[Red_massa]

Ready to rock and roll.
--Welcome back everyone from your day break from the guild--
Thought I was being punished by the internet gods.

[c3p-0h]

WIP
Name: Wes Harper

Age: 22

Appearance: (A description, picture or both.)

Occupation: Cook

Personality: Wes is diplomacy and pleasantries personified. He keeps his cards close to his chest, never letting others know his thoughts or goals, choosing instead to smile and nod to everyone else, subtly pushing his goals forward. Though innately manipulative, this isn't to say that Wes is a bad person; he's fairly moral and compassionate… he just always has an angle.

History: (Be as verbose or as concise as you like, and include anything that we should know about your character. Please keep the trauma to a minimum, and keep in mind that your character should have no experience nor knowledge about magic or magical things.)

[notdeadyet]

You have gained my attention. I shall post an CS tomarow.

Id make a VERY minor character that is easy to forget, because im often buisy with work, or too drunk to post. Haha! So i want to be forgetable, but fun when i do show up.

[Zealous Blade]

Name: Kituo Maji

Age: 17

Appearance: While it would be expected of someone who has spent a lot of time lifting heavy rock to at least gain some muscle mass, this not the case for Kituo mostly due to his high metabolism and the amount of sweat he has leaked out from exposure to the intense desert sun. He is a slim young man standing at a modest height of five feet and eight inches and is likely still growing at a slow rate. His features are analogous to people of African descent, his skin being deep brown and his lips filled. He has thick and curly mid-length black hair which is a bit unkempt from his days of labor. His limbs are stringy while the shape of his face is triangular. His eyes are dark and small.

Growing up in a hot climate, Kituo prefers clothing that is loose fitting and of a thin material. He typically can be seen wearing a long burnt orange shirt that reaches below his waist in length. Running parallel down the shirt are two golden strips. The shirt itself is also sleeveless to further accommodate him against the heat. He wears dark pants which cut off just above his ankles. Around his right wrist he wears a gold bangle which was given to him as a birthday present when he was younger. On his feet are sandals.

Occupation: Apprentice Stonemason

Personality: Kituo has never really gotten as much as he wanted accomplished in life due to his apprehension. He always considers the consequences before making a decision, most times overthinking and convincing himself not to go through with something that he may have actually wanted. Because he has allowed his fear to restrict him, he has also become reliant on his family for support. He isn't argumentative nor confrontational and prefers to take a passive role in conflict. When faced with any kind of danger, he prefers flight over fight regardless of the circumstances.

Socially he is reserved and reluctant to interact. However, he'll talk to those he finds non-intimidating. As he doesn't take well to most people, it isn't abnormal for him to favor a particular person whom he feels he can connect with. Ironically, he takes better to people who aren't like him and would better be rather an exuberant person for he feels they usually emit a positive aura. As he lacks confidence, it can be inferred that his reasoning for preferring these kinds of people is that he hopes he'll gain some esteem himself.

Kituo has always been curious about the world beyond his village but was taught that It was dangerous. Therefore, despite his yearning to at least figure out what else was out there, he never took any initiative and thus remained in the dark. He has a wild imagination and likes to conjure up stories in his spare time with a ideal version of himself as the focal.

What burdens Kituo the most is the nagging regret he harbors. Having never realized nor lived up to his full potential, he is haunted by the memories of his failures and the knowledge that he won't be able to undo them. He has tendency to reflect on the past often - specifically on things he could have did better.

History: Kituo has spent the entirety of his life so far living safely within the sturdy walls of a desert city. As commoners had no particular reason to leave, Kituo never even so much as heard about what the outside world was like when he was a small child. His family was middle class being neither poor nor rich. He never had to struggle for food nor fight to survive. His parents coddled him and provided him and his siblings with everything they needed to live comfortably. His only true worry was school as his father pressured him heavily to perform. Unfortunately for his standards, Kituo wasn't the best student and his grades were mostly mediocre. At a young age his father, believing that educating him would be futile, withdrew him school due to the costs and forced Kituo to work alongside him as a stonemason. He found the work hard but eventually learned to tolerate it as he had no other options.

While he helped feed his family by working alongside his father, Kituo quickly found himself dissatisfied with his life. He watched as his younger brother excelled in his academics and took to a path for a brighter future. Kituo sensed that his father was disappointed in him and it upset him. They would frequently have brief spats about his failures with his father usually ending them with remarks about his laziness and lack of motivation. While he may not have expressed it at that moment, the words seeped into Kituo and took their toll on him. He always became silent when his father told him those things for he knew they were true. Not knowing what to do, he continued on with his work without giving any challenge.

Kituo was never really popular but did manage to make a few friends - most of them being fellow stonemasons who worked with to upkeep the city's buildings. There was one boy in particular who Kituo considered his best friend, mostly because his optimistic attitude helped keep his spirits up throughout the day's harsh heat. The boy insisted on speaking about his dream to leave the city and find a more amusing way of making a living. Kituo secretly shared this dream and silently listened to his friend's words as they cut and hauled stone together.

[Jedly]

CS'll be finished later tonight.

[Pyro V]

Seems I'm late to the party.

Alexander Valerian

Name: Alexander Valerian

Age: Twenty-Four, give or take a year. He does not much keep track of his birthday.

Appearance: Alex is a fairly average looking man, standing just under six-feet tall, with fair skin and a face that could be considered handsome, but is nothing special. His is broad, a bit of muscle on his body, but mostly it is "baby fat," nothing that makes him look round in the stomach, but enough so that he is still a big man. His hair is black, cut short and kept that way so it does not fall out into the food or drink he serves. Thick stubble covers his cheeks, chin, and upper lip, and would evolve into a full grown beard if it weren't shaved as close as he keeps it. For his dress, he wears a simple, alcohol and grease stained tunic, yellowed with age, and a pair of old brown trousers. A similarly stained apron hangs around his waist, with a rag tucked into the pocket. He keeps his sleeves rolled up above his elbows, exposing his forearms.
(If anyone can find a half decent picture of an innkeeper that doesn't look like he's 50+, I will be impressed.)

Occupation: Innkeeper

Personality: Working as an innkeeper of a little town that had its fair share of travelers, Alexander heard stories. He'd never been beyond the confines of his village. Had never needed to. The owner of the inn bought the food and made the drink, others hunted and farmed. He just stood behind a counter, gave out room keys, and handed out meals to anyone who had enough to pay for it. But, he heard stories. Of faraway lands, glimmering oceans, fantastical creatures. Hardly believed a word of it. Most of what was told was through drunken hazes. But, in the back of his mind, he'd always wanted to go out and see the world, figure out if all that stuff that was said was true.

As for who he is, he's the kind of guy to give you a smile and shake your hand, and never say a cross word to anyone. Keeps to himself, but will make sure that no one tries to stiff him on payment. The kind of guy that will let a fight break out, watch with the rest of the boys, then clean up the mess and toss the brawlers out into the rain the moment it's done. One to laugh at a good joke, even at someone else's expense. A guy who doesn't mind handing out a free round of drinks if the crowd is good to him, even if its not his beer to hand out. For the most part, everyone would just say he's another good old boy stuck in a dead-end job. And, in his view, its true, and that isn't a bad thing.

History: The son of two farmers, Alexander grew up waking early in the morning and coming out with his parents to watch them work. When he was old enough, he was set to work with other young boys feeding animals or throwing seed. He made friends, played around - sometimes too much - and lazed about when he should have been working. Farm work was too much work, in his eyes. There was no time to relax. You woke up before dawn, worked until it was time to eat at noon, then went back to work until sundown, had dinner, and went to sleep as soon as possible so that you could get up the next morning to repeat the cycle.

When he heard about the local tavern owner looking for someone to take in as an apprentice, he was the first to show up and offer himself up. Almost abandoning his family to work as a serving boy, he spent his days waking up at a much later time and working not even half as hard to carry platters of food around where it was needed. By the time he was fifteen, he pretty much lived at the inn, getting paid little because of the food and room he was given by the owner. He grew lazy, and was eventually put behind the counter, where all he had to do was stand and hand out bottles and occasionally run food duty.

There he's been since. No one would call him the life of the tavern, but many would call him a friend, and a pleasant man to be around. Would let most of them be as rowdy as they wanted to without raising so much as a finger to stop them, much to the owner's dismay when a few chairs and a table were broken over the course of a year. But, soon he would get the deed to the place, once the owner finally died, no family of his own to take the place from him, and it would be time for Alex to pick up the slack. Or hire someone else to do it for him, like many expected him to do.

[AtSixesAndSevens]

Red_massa said

Reserved for incoming CS

It's 3:50am and I don't want to create a horrible character that I will just re-edit in the morning -.-'

...I'll be doing the same, I guess...?

[Mokley]

XLegs, Zealous Blade, an Pyro V's characters are all three approved!

I'm really very impressed and excited about all the wonderful, diverse characters we've got -- and there are still more on their way! Those of you with WIPs, hup hup! Site's back online, time to get movin'!

[Jedly]

Should have it finished tomorrow, gonna be a tad busy tonight. But, glad the site is back up.

[Mokley]

No actual rush, Jedly! I'm still cobbling and scrapping notes and pictures and ideas.

[Damiann47]

Shorter then what I'm used to writing, but hey here he is.

Randold Breaker

Name: Randold Breaker

Age: 26

Appearance: Tall for a human, standing at 6 feet and 6 inches, also on top of his bulky build, Randold is indeed a large man. He is a caucasian man with a mild complexion, his eyes are a dull blue. He has choppy short, black hair, and a full, maintained beard. His nose is broad, with a slight angle downwards. In terms of clothing he almost always dresses in his work clothes, a white linen shirt that covers only just past his shoulders, over his shirt he wears a leather apron. On his hands he wears rough leather work gloves, his arms are uncovered. For pants he wears brown hemp cloth, he also wears leather boots.

Occupation: Carpenter

Personality: Proudly holds a very strong work ethic, often times sawing away at logs from dawn to midnight with little break. Randold at heart believes in the common good, very little in his life has Randold purposefully put himself above others, however despite his intentions Randold’s people skills leave much to be desired. While not meaning to, Randold comes somewhat off as intimidating partially due to his build. It would take sometime for one to become used to his rough projection.

Randold is fiercely independent, only someone who he sees as a just and powerful leader would he be willing to follow.

History: Randold is a carpenter, just as his father, and just as his father’s father. At a young age, Randold set up his own shop, the building itself used to be barn, the farmer allowed Randold to have it for cheap. This was for good reason as well, more than half of the wood had rotted away, huge gaping holes were present throughout the barn. It took him more than half a year to repair the damage himself. In the end, Randold has lived a peaceful life, more than content with his craft, of course until now.

[Red_massa]

Name: Simon Connor

Age: 19

Appearance:

Simons

Occupation: Apothecary

Personality: Simon is quite a friendly & outgoing person, he loves to help people in his small town (as long as it doesn't affect his fathers business). He always wanted to explore the grounds outside of the town but his father forbid it since he could get held for ransom since his fathers work is sometimes expensive. He is quite knowledgeable with plants and herbs thanks to his father.

History: All that Simon ever knew was the herbal arts. Ever since he has been a little child he has been working in this type of environment since his father was an apothecary and his mother a herbalist. His father was such a good apothecary that people would travel hundred of miles to seek his help. Simons' father is getting quite old so Simon will soon be taking over his fathers apothecary work. Don't want to put to much atm, want to leave some mystery for RP

[OscarioTheGuy]

Interested. Will work on a sheet later.

[Jedly]

I get out of school early today, so I'll be home around 2:30 EST.