[OOC] Allaria Ch. 4: Rescue and Escape

[DJAtomika]

Yeah I'm making a minotaur farmer turned militia man.

[Rilla]

There was a Minotaur woman... once.

she was raped by a human, and that resulted in a spawn. who was experimented on, and gained the ability to extend metal spikes from his wrists, emitting radiation while doing so. also the experiments prematurely aged him, so he had the body was a man, and the mind of a child

[MelonHead]

I remember you mentioning the weird Minotaur abuse, Allaria has seen some weird shit.

[Rilla]

that's probably why people like it.

Plus that guy went on to become a fairly important NPC, so it wasn't just rape for the lulz.

[Rilla]

I've started writing tne IC, which, as former Allaria players know, consists of 3 parts, at the minimum, mainly building up the story in other places for future events in game.

[Rilla]

Any word on characters, folks? I'd tag people, but I'm on my phone while watching Californication on the NettleFLIX.

[Kimiyosis]

Working on it~

[Vanq]

Hey again Rilla~
Depositing this here until I can wrap it up...
@Rilla
Completed...I think. Ready to hear what needs a-changin' or clarifying.

Name:
Ceinna, "Michael's Maiden"

Age:
25

Race:
Human

Class: Major and Minor
Major:
Courtesan, escort, companion, lady of the night, <insert other euphemisms>

Minor:
Spy

God:
Michael

Appearance:
Reference
Average human height and delicately curvy. Long, honey blonde hair never in the same style twice, or so it would seem. Dark green eyes and flushed lips.

Personality:
Ceinna has always been malleable - empathic she would insist. Her personality can shift, and has shifted so many times that it could be hard to pin down who the real her is. Beneath the layers of play and pretend is a woman shaped by her experiences. Slow to form true emotion, she is quick to go with whomever is the loudest voice, the most persuasive or charismatic - a follower not a leader. While her chosen profession does not leave room to outwardly show disdain, she is not overly fond of dwarves or goblins. She is not broken by what she is, Ceinna is satisfied - enough - with what she has done with her life. While she would rather live in the lap of luxury rather than tough it out, she is not a wilting flower the moment her boot hits mud.

Spirit Animal:
Black-billed magpie

Equipment:

• Small embroidered pouch containing powdered minerals and charcoals, hairpins, small vial of scented oil and a length of red ribbon.
• Small knife - just under three inches of thin steel - secured against her shoulder

Skills:
Major:
Rapport - making herself liked and well trusted
Deceive - lies and misdirection

Minor:
Self-defense - Ceinna is not trained in any sort of martial arts, but she does have a trick or two up her sleeves when cornered and there is no other option. A well placed kick to the groin, a jab in the eyes, and when able, pulling her knife from it's hiding place to inflict pain.

Magic:
None

Strength:
Nimble/dextrous, reads others' body language well, adaptable

Weakness:
Physicality - the knife is there for a quick jab and running away, Ceinna has never used a true weapon in her life.
Grief - particularly where children are concerned or brought up in conversation (more likely to be a triggering event, but can occur without a visual/audible trigger), due to recent events, Ceinna can find herself overwhelmed by her loss and be rendered to not much more than a quivering pile of sobs

Post Color: Thistle.

History:
The woman has had many origin stories. A sweet farm girl, corrupted by the strange city. An exotic dancer, bound and sold only to buy back her own freedom. The daughter of a lowly prostitute, not content with the dilapidated brothel she called home.

Ceinna, though, was never any of these. She was sent to the house of an illustrious Madam to mold into a highly sought after courtesan. Her training, and she never speaks of a time before her training, began at the tender age of nine. She would bathe the working courtesans, help tend to their clothes, do their makeup and hair. Her actual training for the arts began with watching the courtesans work from the crawl spaces that were built into the walls. It wasn't until she had seen her thirteenth birthday, that Ceinna began working directly with the clientele.

She became a favorite quickly, not only for her body and what she could do with it, but for the level of comfort that she gave. Some men just wanted to talk, and Ceinna proved quite capable at getting to the actual fears or regrets that plagued them. What continuously surprised the madam was just how malleable she was. From one appointment to another, she shifted into whatever character the client expected to see.

That did not mean that the inherent risks associated with selling herself were lost on her. She had her share of admirers who did not know when enough was enough, of men who thought they owned her, rather than rented her. For most of the ten years that she worked for the Madam in Rocoa, though, she did well for herself. No great harm befell her and unlike many of her peers, she did not become pregnant, in truth she concluded she must have been barren. This did not bother her deeply, while she could feel maternal, a child and the change it would mean was not a welcome thought.

All good things must end, though.

It was not the first time she had serviced one of the Apotheoses. Not a high ranking member by any means, but still one of the them, Ceinna welcomed the opportunity it could bring. He was a peculiar man with peculiar tastes, but nothing that gave her or the madam pause. A few weeks in to a series of regular appointments, though, he broached the possibility of buying her from the madam. The madam delicately declined the offer. It wasn't the first time a client had tried to do so, and perhaps if pressed more, as one of the Apotheoses, the madam would have bent to his wishes. Instead, he tried to convince Ceinna to leave on her own accord and was gently dissuaded.

Or so they thought.

Shortly after, Ceinna found herself pregnant and reasonably sure of who the father was. It was a long nine months, the Apotheoses swung between obsessively calling on her and would then avoid the bordello for weeks. Gifts would arrive sporadically, elegant gold chains, silks, perfumes.

She gave birth to little boy, Averitt. With soft blonde hair like her own, she looked at him and couldn't help but feel the maternal desire to nurture the boy. No matter how much she saw the Apotheoses in his face.

Not a month after giving birth, while walking the streets of Rocoa, tragedy struck. Onlookers would swear to the Apotheoses that it was certainly an accident or even the whore's fault for not holding tighter to her infant. Ceinna knew better, the men that jostled her ripped Averitt from her arms. She screamed in horror, only able to watch as horses trampled the wailing infant. And when she looked up, for just a brief moment, she saw him observing, with a revolting smile across his lips.

Ceinna made it back to the madam's house long enough to pack a small bag and flee the city.

While she had managed to avoid the upheaval and dissent that rumbled with the rise of the Apotheoses, she now had vengeance in her heart. He had destroyed her new world and joy, and now, she would find a way to do the same.

Post Sample: Here.

[DJAtomika]

Working on it. D;

[DJAtomika]

Argrom Shornhoof

Name: Argrom Shornhoof

Age: 33

Race: Minotaur

Classes
Major: Farmer
Minor: Pugilist

God: Anomandaris

Appearance

Picture too big

Argrom stands a whopping seven feet eight inches tall, weighing in at an impressive 280 pounds of muscle and bulk. His eyes are a deep brown and his fur is a sandy off-white. Unlike the picture, Argrom does not wear anything on his horns, instead he keeps them at an average length, with the points dulled. He wears a brown belt made of leather (THE IRONY) which holds up a pair of plain beige pants. On this belt he has a variety of tools and pouches that hold stuff. On his wrists and ankles (just above his hooves), he wears a whole variety of colourful charm bracelets and amulets, feathers and other small coloured stones and even a gem or two. Some hand carved by his village elders, some by his family, and some by himself, of course.

Personality: In stark contrast to his bulk and appearance, Argrom is actually quite kind and soft-spoken for a huge bull on two legs. With a noble and strong spirit, he stands up for his friends a lot of the time, but usually doesn't have the volume of voice to prove his points. He is fiercely protective of those he considers family, friends and companions, and to injure one enough is akin to harming one of his own kin, to which he will respond with an ungodly rage that usually doesn't show itself often.

Spirit Animal: Ironically enough, a fish. Specifically a goldfish.

Equipment:

• Cloth hand wraps
• Bandages for small wounds and scrapes
• A variety of different charms, bracelets and amulets, mostly made of wood or stone
• Small cutting knife
• Harvesting sickle
• Pouches containing simple medicinal salves and bandages
• Hammer
• Chisel
• Small hand pickaxe

Skills
Major - Brawler
Minor - Handyman

Magic: Some have thought Argrom's boundless strength and stamina to be merely his years of being a farm hand and working his own fields all by himself. Truth be told, he doesn't know where he gets all his energy from either. It wells up within him when he works, so it feels like it never runs out at all.

Strengths:

• Being this huge minotaur, it obviously makes sense that Argrom is extremely strong, which he is. His vast strength was honed mostly from his farm work of tilling the land, hauling large amounts of crops, removing obstructions without tools and the like.
• Contrary to his size, he is also quite delicate with his big, rough hands. Having to perform precise chores like repairing tools, sewing up torn clothes and much other precision work has made Argrom very used to doing slow work with his big mitts.
• Drawing from the above, Argrom is quite adept at repairing things too. Obviously he can't fix something like a broken blade or weapon because he's not a blacksmith, but give him something like a hilt, a handle or some simple tool or piece of equipment that needs fixing and he'll fix it handily.

Weaknesses:

• Argrom cannot hold his alcohol. At all. You'd think that having such a huge body would work wonders for his tolerance of the drink, but it's the main reason why he stays sober 99% of the time. He doesn't know why or how his body is so intolerant to liquor either.
• Argrom is also quite averse to violence, preferring to solve disputes using words rather than his fists. This does not mean he is a pacifist, he just prefers to talk his way out of things, though if the situation calls for violence he will reluctantly provide. Unless provoked or enraged (or drunk) of course.
• Argrom is not fast. Being a huge hulking bull on two legs means he isn't quick or graceful at all, being unable to dodge or avoid quicker hits or even move as fast as the rest.
• Because of his country upbringing, he is also quite clueless as to the ways of cities, of most of the other religions, politics, so on and so forth. He is also educated very simply, being taught basic arithmetic and language, and not much else past that.
• He is also not good at using ranged weapons or most big melee weapons like battle axes and the like.

Post Color: Light Blue

History: Born in a quiet country village some distance from human civilisation, Argrom was brought up as a country boy through and through. As soon as he could walk, speak and learn, he was taught how to tend to the fields and the animals. From an early age Argrom followed in the footsteps of his family and ancestors; tending to the fields of wheat, corn and barley that dominated the landscape, along with the rows of vegetables and the small orchard of their village. He was also homeschooled on basic mathematics and the like, though his education was little compared to how much he learned about the life of a farmer. Through the years he grew and grew until his size dominated their household, and his strength and stamina were the biggest points of his body, though little was said about his gentler nature and his pasttimes of wood carving and figurine making.

However, the peaceful life was not to last, as soon a recruitment drive for the Resistance rolled through the area they were in. A valiant rescue attempt was to take place. The Resistance needed all able bodied men to join as military men to aid their cause. Being the biggest and strongest, Argrom was sent as the village's only soldier, and now he is part of the growing efforts of the alliance, in training to rescue Szazah.

Post Sample: You should know how I post by now, Rilla, but here, a sample.

Not sure if this is good enough but here. If there's anything that needs changing, just let me know.

[Rilla]

Vanqy baby<3

The sheet looks good. But I'll have to go over the weaknesses a bit. Him not using weapons seems to be slightly countered by him very strong. Sure, it'd suck to be hit with a sword but equally sucky to be hit by him. He doesn't actually have to drink, and his strength kinda offsets him not having use for weapons. @DJAtomika

[Rilla]

Also you guys can use the name of the color as above. Apparently that's a thing!

[GreivousKhan]

I already used the name of the color.

Could we make more than one character?

I suddenly feel like making a nun turned knight.

[Rilla]

Did you ever make the changes to the last one?

Also perhaps the later in the story

[GreivousKhan]

Did you ever make the changes to the last one?

Also perhaps the later in the story

@Rilla

I still have to find a way to justify her being toned. :K

[Kimiyosis]

What at do you mean by name of color?

[GreivousKhan]

Did you ever make the changes to the last one?

Also perhaps the later in the story

@Rilla

Also finished the changes.

[Rilla]

Instead of using the title code things, you can replace it with te actual name

Red

For instance.

[Kimiyosis]

Ooooooooh

[Rilla]

@GreivousKhan what changes did you make?