[OOC] Astoria Chronicles - Artorias

[CorruptedShadow]

Hm, true. Everyone just post your CS here when you're done.

[Redneckatron]

Oh boy. Sure can't wait for those CSs!

[CorruptedShadow]

Double posting is annoying yo.

[CorruptedShadow]

Oh boy. Sure can't wait for those CSs!

@Redneckatron

Shut up, Chris. You and Rob are making it take longer >:c.

[CorruptedShadow]

THE CHARACTER SHEETS ARE UP. BE FREE MY CHILDREN.

BE FREEEEEE

[Tyrant from the West]

Are crossbows acceptable weapons?

[CorruptedShadow]

Are crossbows acceptable weapons?

@Tyrant from the West

Yes.

[Tyrant from the West]

HELLA THANK

[Redneckatron]

Here's my character mane.

Blake Gilfreed

Appearance: Name: Blake Gilfreed Status: Currently a fresh Paladin for The Order. Age: 21 Race: Greater Human History: An orphan found at the doorstep of The Church, he was raised by the priestesses all of his life. At an early age, he was taught how to wield a sword and the values of justice. Although childish and humorous in nature, he sought out become a Paladin and find purpose in his frivolous lifestyle. Throughout his years he trained tirelessly, all to serve his caretakers and return the favor. His twenty-first birthday he finally achieved the status of Paladin and took his place amongst the legendary Paladins of The Order. In his ceremony, he said his good-byes to the loving priestesses whom raise him, packed his belongings, and headed out to the barracks of where the Paladins were located. About Them: As mentioned in his history, Blake is a satirical character whom always tries to lighten the mood. The priestesses taught him to be courteous ad chivalric in nature, so he’s always apologizing for the slightest of mistakes and is naïve overall (Basically meaning that perverted jokes will most likely fly over his head. Plus he deems all enemies “evil” without haste). Although he sees the priestesses as his true parents (however few did raise him), he still has a slight curiosity as to who are his blood parents. Weaponry: At the start, he will only have a steel short sword and a basic shield in his possession. No badassary until later on. I already PMed you my weapons that are acquired later on. Etc.: Not applicable.

[CorruptedShadow]

It's good, mahn.

[Tyrant from the West]

A great, great man

Name: Cynric Ordmaer Status: Alive Age: 35 Race: Lesser Human History: Son of a Trader in a merchants guild, Cynric was raised on the go. He quickly learned how to make some quick coin and what to do with it, had he wanted more in the future. He supported his parents endeavors until he was of age. Once he old enough, he wanted to work with the guild and become a trader himself. He quickly distinguished himself as a skilled trader, however he was also known to lie, cheat, steal, and abuse certain connections he had in order to get ahead. He rose through the ranks so swiftly, he didn't need to work more than a day a week. Now, what would a selfish, lesser, human want to do with the arrogant priests and the maiden who wants to strengthen the seal? The answer is quite simple, publicity. Publicity, and to make connections. About Them: Now, it may be obvious that Cynric is selfish, rude, and racist, but he also has a heart. A small one, yes, but the heart of a man who isn't entirely scum. Cynric has a soft spot for people who've been back stabbed, and has helped out people who'm he screwed over out of guilt. Not every person he cheats may receive his gifts of remorse, yes, but those who do often find themselves forgiving him multiple times over. Weaponry: Specialty Crossbow he received as a 'thank you' gift from someone he tried to un-screw over. Etc: N/A

[Raining]

Hider

Appearance: Adira is a woman of average height, reaching to about 5'5 with wavy black hair and a set of golden eyes. Her appearance suggests a violent disposition, what with her constant brooding expression and cat-like gaze. Like a Drow should, she hones a pair of pointed ears that have been pierced several times. Name: Adira Rotemish Status: Alive and traveling Age: 21 Race: Drow History: At a young age, Adira was considerably intelligent. During most of her life her father was the one that had taken her under his wing. He had taught her magic and the skills to survive out in the harsher worlds. She knew she would not sit and relax in her underground home for long, and when she was of age, she had left in search of something more fulfilling. Adira had considered herself a warrior of sorts, however not officially since she never truly did participate in the lifestyles of a paladin. Currently, Adira still travels and dabbles in quests from time to time. About Them: A mysterious girl. Adira is a smooth-talker, some mentioning that her tongue is like that of a snake. She is sarcastic, cunning, and sleek. Her personality closely resembles a feline, which clashes with her occupation and confuses most on whether or not she is truly who she claims to be. Adira is excellent with heavy weaponry and tends to stick with them rather than expanding on her skill. Weaponry: A steel battle-axe and a stone dagger for sudden situations. Etc: N/A

I might have jacked up real bad on this one LMAO

[CorruptedShadow]

Both of you are in!

[Tyrant from the West]

Thank 8D

[Tyrant from the West]

FUCK IM SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE COMPILING THE CS' I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

[Forett]

Forett

Appearance(Description or picture):**30 feet tall, over 150 feet long nose tip to tail tip** See avatar (Sorry for the bad quality, My camera is not very good.) Name: Forett Status(Everyone starts as alive, of course.)): Alive? Age: 1265 Race: Dragonic History: Forett served under Artorias during the great rebellion as a lieutenant. His command and reputation are well known into the current day due to his military successes and battlefield prowess. This dragon and his serving 'Dark knights' were feared by many mortal men. Though his reputation has fallen greatly due to the end of the great rebellion (not to mention his disappearance from the face of the known world) anyone with historical knowledge of the old war will know of his name and, should they be educated still, fear it. About: Forett left Artorias 10 years before the great war ended due to his own personal feelings. Forett still saw the great mother as what she was, the reason for all existence. Without her there would be nothing, and to strip her of her power would make her nothing. Thus he demanded his payment for serving in the war and moved on to "retirement" Much to his lord displeasure, he was allowed to leave his service. He currently lives in the desert regions bordering the human capital. Here the terrain is barren and rocky, allowing for little reason to be explored or traveled. This makes a perfect place for a dragon's Horde. Forett considers human beings as lesser beings, though does not belittle or underestimate any opponent. In short, a human being is smarter than average food that can fight back. He typically avoids harming humans as this would bring about suspicion to the region he resides in. He has kept himself hidden for quite a few years, stealth is a feature he excels in... even though he is a rather large dragon. Weaponry: Sixty four Elder shades commonly referred to in history as "Dark knights" Plus the fact that he is a dragon, So teeth and claws and all that good stuff. Etc: "I'm not scared of some dragon, I've killed plenty." "You don't need to be scared, Klein... This dragon vanished years ago, and from all the books I've read.... I don't think its because he is hiding... I think its because no one has found him and lived to tell about it..." Side note; This character is made to be rather powerful and has been discusses heavily with Shadow. I will not be joining until a later part in the RP unless I decide to jump in early.. I am leaving a lot of my personality off of the sheet as to get in character,(ya know, letting people actually meet him???) though I have talked with shadow about all of this. I hope everyone is okay with me being a dragon, as I know its a rather un-fun thing to have one that walks around pretending to be invincible. I don't want anyone to be angry, so I'm throwing this down to say I'm not that guy. Thanks for reading my sheet, and I hope the RP is fun as Hell! (I don't care what they told you, Hell is fun. just ask Shadow.)

[CorruptedShadow]

FUCK IM SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE COMPILING THE CS' I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

@Tyrant from the West

Hahaaaaa. Accepted Forett. By the way everyone, he won't be in the Rp much until later on. He plays a pretty crucial role in the story. Any concerns or questions, please ask me.

[Ves]

Hider

Appearance: Shen...well, he isn't really your average 'citizen' in this expansive world. Being the ilk of both a Drow and a Greater Man, he seems to take his physical appearance from his father - the Greater Man, while his inner workings comes mostly from his mother. Tall, with a very muscular, chiseled build that comes from someone that has obviously spent the vast majority of their life training, he has rather fair skin and a defined face. His eyes are odd - being a calm, deep blue most of the time, unless he channels his inner magicka - in that case, his eyes becomes a shining, electric whitish blue, the entire eyeball itself. Since he channels his magic almost 24/7, it's nearly always in this state. Name: Shen...just Shen. Status: Alive/Travelling. Age: 23 Race: Drow/Greater Man History: Shen's history isn't a very blessed one. Born to a husband and wife combo that had conflicting beliefs and races, he was constantly in on their bickering and fights - sometimes, in which they became domestic. Despite this, they both loved him, not knowing that every day, he watched them fight to the bloody end. His father was serious in his training to one day become a monk, while his mother was adamant in his training to continue her reign as an assassin. Due to this, he was constantly bombarded with training from both parties, nearly breaking the boy, until he learned to adapt, learn, and thrive. Meditation with his father, parkour with his mother, weight-training with his father, blade and claw-training with his mother, unarmed combat with his father, magic with his mother...it was impossible to cope with at times. When his mother and father got too far gone in their fight, when he was 18, Shen had to kill them both, so as to not have them come to a torturous end. Training has wizened and hardened him, and he did the deed quietly, with no trace. Burn and bury the bodies. He left shortly after, becoming an assassin for hire, that travelled the land. About Them: Unknown. To be revealed. Weaponry: He has two long, razor-sharp steel katars magically melded to the top of his gauntlets. They can be taken off to use as make-shift blades or daggers, as well. An unnaturally large, four-bladed Shuriken is wired to his back, and he has throwing knives and sharp wire in pouches on his waist. Etc: N/A

[CorruptedShadow]

Looks good, but there is an issue I want to address before I accept. I discussed how half-breeding works. It is possible for someone to be two of the same species, provided it makes sense(a human/dragon would be impossible.) Because you own human blood, it will block your magic, or at least make it weaker than usual, almost to the point that it matches only the power of artificial magic. However, because you have the blood of a Drow, which is a distant relative species to the Vel, you live considerably longer than a human being.

[Gendarme]

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Appearance: Name: Daregim Silverdredger Status: Alive Age: 62 years old (Or Dwarven equivalent.) Race: Dwarf History: Daregim was born to the owners of a small trading business in one of the Dwarven City States. Both of his parents rarely spent on much of anything lavishly; conversely, his parents donated much money to the church, and raised him and his siblings to be just as devout as they were, if not more. Daregim's greatest dream as a child was to be apart of the clergy and to sing the praises of The Mother along with a congregation. His parents, ensuring that their children gained an industrious attitude, made their children work for them and others while they were not being schooled. Daregim rarely had time to play, but when he did, he pretended to be a clergyman taking care of holy artifacts, blessing something or someone, or just singing hymns. For many years he thought that he would become a member of the clergy; so he studied as much as he could about the religion, and had theological dialogue with his local priest. Ultimately, his dream did not come true. Daregim had been travelling with a number of pilgrims to a village on the outskirts of the city-state, when a group of bandits attacked him and the pilgrims. In the chaos of the situation, Daregim saw three people looking about frantically for an escape. A middle-aged Dwarf man, and a Human woman with a young child. After little thought, Daregim helped the mother and child to escape the scene and alert the authorities. In turn, he had done something no Dwarf should do; abandon another Dwarf. Or at least that is what he had told himself. To make up for this lack of action, Daregim banished himself from his City-State, taking some funds with him to live on for a few years and contemplate what he had done. By now Daregim had viewed himself as unworthy of the priesthood. So he decided to do something else with his life. He bought two years worth of weapons training in polearms, shortarms, and shields. His funds running dangerously low, and halfway finished with his two years of training, Daregim hired himself out cheaply as a bodyguard. Given poor equipment on his first job, Daregim used the rest of his money to buy a good shortaxe and shield, sure that all would turn out well. His first job, and nothing eventful had happened. Daregim was paid, and for many years onward, he was a bodyguard for a number of people; eventually he added to his arsenal a pollaxe, and studied how to use it. Daregim eventually set his eye on adventuring, and continues to do so now despite his age. About Them: Daregim grew up in a staunchly religious household; he loves The Mother, and hates Artorias. He doesn't take kindly to blasphemy, and while he can hold his tongue on some issues at times, religion is one of his buttons. He can spend hours talking to clergymen about The Mother. Daregim sometimes likes to poke fun at the serious, though this usually only happens when he has drink in him. While he has no qualms about saving the Human woman and child, he feels deep regret that he didn't save his fellow Dwarf as well. He rarely talks of this event. Weaponry: Finely crafted pollaxe, Shortaxe & kiteshield Etc: None