List of Characters:
Heinz - The Rider @Eirene
Amos - The Alchemist @HangYourSecrets
Cormack - The Veteran @Shorticus
Rhys - The Searching @Pascal
Eve - The Blinded @Carantathraiel
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Heinz - The Rider @Eirene
Amos - The Alchemist @HangYourSecrets
Cormack - The Veteran @Shorticus
Rhys - The Searching @Pascal
Eve - The Blinded @Carantathraiel
Name: Heinz
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance
Heinz stands at about 6'1 and is both bony and lanky. He has a sharp and severe facial structure but soft green eyes. He has a freckled complexion and unkempt, choppy brown hair. His demeanor is such that he never draws attention to himself, and frequently blends into the background. He gives off an air of caution and appears stand-offish at first, but he has a great smile when the occasion calls for it.
Personality
Though he comes off as withdrawn, Heinz is extremely perceptive and cares immensely about those he trusts. He is not a natural leader and can behave independently, sometimes to the point where he is unpredictable to others. However, his actions are usually very intentional, and he is almost always two or three steps ahead. His motives aren't always clear, and he doesn't share much about himself. Though these traits raise red flags for some, he would rather let his actions speak for him. He favors personal sovereignty and will often mistrust those who seek to assert power over him. When this is threatened, he can act rashly in order to preserve it. He is stoic, but not cynical, and still has a lot of youthful optimism. Also, because of his young age, he has moments where he seems surprisingly naive - such as in his interactions with members of the opposite sex. He also can be immature, in the sense he often runs from his problems instead of confronting them. His immaturity also shows in his over-reliance on his abilities as opposed to rationality, leading him to behave recklessly. Additionally, he has not yet developed a strong belief system, and he can be easily swayed towards others' beliefs if they are persuasive enough.
Background
Heinz, born Thomas Zuñiga, originated in Three Waters, a small but wealthy realm that was built on the ruins of an ancient city, whose rusting steel structures still emerge from the landscape. The realm was located strategically at the point where two rivers merged into a third, and thus their role as a trading hub was eminent throughout the Hundred Realms. However, leadership in Three Waters was weak and neighboring realms were positioning themselves in order to absorb it. However, the unexpected occurred and Three Waters was consumed by a deadly water-borne plague that wiped out a majority of its population and even impacted realms that lay far downstream of it. Three Waters fell into chaos within a span of months and later fell when the remaining healthy population - a few hundred out of many thousands - fled. The realm is now considered "lost", in that it's uninhabitable.
Having no surviving family, and having endured the unimaginable, he chose a new name, based on ancient inscriptions frequently emblazoned on structures around Three Waters - shedding his old identity in favor of a new one. He then head in the opposite direction of the other survivors and struck out on his own. For the first few months, he travelled alone and relied on his intelligence and ability to improvise multiple types of ranged weaponry to survive. Desperate for employment, he took a lucrative but dangerous job as a courier, delivering letters and packages between isolated villages. Though the work was both dangerous and grueling, Heinz proved to be a quick learner and soon earned the right to be trained as a mounted courier - garnering his own horse in the process. Heinz currently lives a precarious and transient existence, and though he longs for a sense of security and purpose, he enjoys the freedom of riding alone through the plains, and takes pride in his ability to fend for himself and earn his own living.
Motivation
Heinz longs for a sense of purpose, and the prospect of exploration and discovering new things has always appealed to him. His less clear motivation is simply for a sense of community and belonging. He's been on his own for a long while, and being a part of something like this expedition would give him the opportunity to engage with others - something he has little experience with.
Equipment
Due to the lifestyle that he's used to, Heinz travels light. He carries the essentials in terms of supplies but places a special emphasis on ensuring that he's well armed with a variety of options. His personal weapons include a slingshot, a number of knives, and a longbow - of which he's particularly fond of. He is also skilled at improvising ranged weaponry. His attire dark in color and unrestrictive, enables him to move quickly and silently. He often wears a dark hood, to both protect him from the elements, as well as to further obscure his face. Additionally, his companion is a hardy, semi-wild black horse named Bear - a large mustang who possesses strength and stamina, but a stubborn and unpredictable temperament. Bear is deferential towards Heinz, but aggressive towards others.
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Traits
1. Ranged Weapons +2
2. Hunter +1
3. Agile +1
4. Quiet +2
5. Light Armor +1
6. Master Rider +5
7. Reckless -3
8. Hot Headed -2
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance
Heinz stands at about 6'1 and is both bony and lanky. He has a sharp and severe facial structure but soft green eyes. He has a freckled complexion and unkempt, choppy brown hair. His demeanor is such that he never draws attention to himself, and frequently blends into the background. He gives off an air of caution and appears stand-offish at first, but he has a great smile when the occasion calls for it.
Personality
Though he comes off as withdrawn, Heinz is extremely perceptive and cares immensely about those he trusts. He is not a natural leader and can behave independently, sometimes to the point where he is unpredictable to others. However, his actions are usually very intentional, and he is almost always two or three steps ahead. His motives aren't always clear, and he doesn't share much about himself. Though these traits raise red flags for some, he would rather let his actions speak for him. He favors personal sovereignty and will often mistrust those who seek to assert power over him. When this is threatened, he can act rashly in order to preserve it. He is stoic, but not cynical, and still has a lot of youthful optimism. Also, because of his young age, he has moments where he seems surprisingly naive - such as in his interactions with members of the opposite sex. He also can be immature, in the sense he often runs from his problems instead of confronting them. His immaturity also shows in his over-reliance on his abilities as opposed to rationality, leading him to behave recklessly. Additionally, he has not yet developed a strong belief system, and he can be easily swayed towards others' beliefs if they are persuasive enough.
Background
Heinz, born Thomas Zuñiga, originated in Three Waters, a small but wealthy realm that was built on the ruins of an ancient city, whose rusting steel structures still emerge from the landscape. The realm was located strategically at the point where two rivers merged into a third, and thus their role as a trading hub was eminent throughout the Hundred Realms. However, leadership in Three Waters was weak and neighboring realms were positioning themselves in order to absorb it. However, the unexpected occurred and Three Waters was consumed by a deadly water-borne plague that wiped out a majority of its population and even impacted realms that lay far downstream of it. Three Waters fell into chaos within a span of months and later fell when the remaining healthy population - a few hundred out of many thousands - fled. The realm is now considered "lost", in that it's uninhabitable.
Having no surviving family, and having endured the unimaginable, he chose a new name, based on ancient inscriptions frequently emblazoned on structures around Three Waters - shedding his old identity in favor of a new one. He then head in the opposite direction of the other survivors and struck out on his own. For the first few months, he travelled alone and relied on his intelligence and ability to improvise multiple types of ranged weaponry to survive. Desperate for employment, he took a lucrative but dangerous job as a courier, delivering letters and packages between isolated villages. Though the work was both dangerous and grueling, Heinz proved to be a quick learner and soon earned the right to be trained as a mounted courier - garnering his own horse in the process. Heinz currently lives a precarious and transient existence, and though he longs for a sense of security and purpose, he enjoys the freedom of riding alone through the plains, and takes pride in his ability to fend for himself and earn his own living.
Motivation
Heinz longs for a sense of purpose, and the prospect of exploration and discovering new things has always appealed to him. His less clear motivation is simply for a sense of community and belonging. He's been on his own for a long while, and being a part of something like this expedition would give him the opportunity to engage with others - something he has little experience with.
Equipment
Due to the lifestyle that he's used to, Heinz travels light. He carries the essentials in terms of supplies but places a special emphasis on ensuring that he's well armed with a variety of options. His personal weapons include a slingshot, a number of knives, and a longbow - of which he's particularly fond of. He is also skilled at improvising ranged weaponry. His attire dark in color and unrestrictive, enables him to move quickly and silently. He often wears a dark hood, to both protect him from the elements, as well as to further obscure his face. Additionally, his companion is a hardy, semi-wild black horse named Bear - a large mustang who possesses strength and stamina, but a stubborn and unpredictable temperament. Bear is deferential towards Heinz, but aggressive towards others.
Traits
1. Ranged Weapons +2
2. Hunter +1
3. Agile +1
4. Quiet +2
5. Light Armor +1
6. Master Rider +5
7. Reckless -3
8. Hot Headed -2
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Cormac Fifth-Chance / Male / 37
Appearance
Cormac is a tall, scarred veteran who clearly has seen better days. He's missing the lower half of his right leg and has replaced it with a wooden one and walks with a noticeable limp. He's also missing a finger from his left hand. He cuts his curly auburn hair short and keeps his scruff in check as best he can. His scars, size, and steely face make him a rather imposing figure.
Personality
More than one fellow has compared Cormac to a boar (and lost his teeth for it), but it would be better to call him an old crow. He has all the charm of a hog, certainly: he's rude and tends to frown and glare far more than he smiles. He has a habit of drinking himself into fits, too. However, he's a very patient, calculating man, and he's damned cunning, too. The trouble is he's also stubborn.
If proof of his intellect is needed, one need only look so far as Cormac's skill at construction. He has an eye for architecture, easily able to spot weak points in a building, and he knows how to shore up those weaknesses and how to exploit them. He just has a knack for knowing how to make sturdy tools and engines of war, too. In short: he's resourceful.
Cormac has an outlook on life that can be best summarized as world-weary, pragmatic, and pessimistic. He's been through roughly a dozen wars and has found himself missing a leg, a finger, and a goodly number of friends. He expects horrible things to happen around him, and often they do; yet despite his terrible luck he's somehow managed to survive constant warfare while his compatriots have fallen all around him. Cormac suspects Lady Luck is just toying with him.
Despite his rudeness and pessimism, Cormac is a calm and professional individual who can be depended on when fighting starts. If he's working alongside someone, it doesn't matter how often they argue, brawl, or hate each other: Cormac will fight for that man as if he were his brother. In battle, they are kin. In battle, they are brothers.
Background
The Hundred Realms have ever been a bloody place, and Cormac knows that better than most folks. Born a serf along the southern coast, he saw his first battle at a young age when his master's holdings were invaded (and subsequently conquered) by a neighboring warlord. Said warlord then found himself conquered by one of his neighbors, and that realm was then divided up by petty squabbles between that lord's sons when he died of disease.
Needless to say, by the time he was sixteen Cormac had fought in a several battles between these would-be rulers. By the time those wars were over, he realized most of his friends were dead and that he'd actually fought against some of his neighbors. He realized, too, how expendable he was: he was an uneducated peasant youth and only had a lifetime of hard work ahead of him if he managed to survive the ceaseless bloodshed that choked the Realms. He reckoned it was better to get paid to fight than to fight for no thanks at all. So, Cormac fled his home and broke free of the shackles of serfdom.
It didn't take long for Cormac to join a band of mercenaries called the Cackling Coyotes. They were a rough lot of men, most of them deserters and runaway criminals, but they were disciplined as well. Cormac learned a lot more about fighting from them, especially such lessons as "Logistics wins battles more than skill" and "There's no such thing as fighting fair." It was also here that he first was introduced to the art of the siege: the Coyotes found themselves fighting alongside larger units rather frequently, and sieges are safer to conduct than battles. Cormac quickly showed a talent for the construction of siege weaponry and camp defenses, so he was apprenticed to the warband's chief engineer. When that man died, Cormac replaced him, and he did better than his tutor ever had.
Of course, nothing good lasts forever. Battles took toll on the Coyotes, and although a fair number of them retired before the worst came, the majority of them were scattered or killed in a disastrous battle against an enemy whose leader carried a relic tube that launched exploding darts that could kill a dozen men at once. The Coyotes were dissolved, and Cormac found himself missing a leg. That didn't stop him, however, and he went on to fight for a number of other mercenary companies.
Now, at the age of thirty-seven, Cormac is a highly experienced soldier whose ability to fashion palisades and the tools to break them is somewhat famous. He's been up and down the entirety of the coast of the Realms and has fought for more causes than he can remember and few that he actually felt were worth anything. He's called "Fifth-Chance" because he should have been dead five times over but somehow is still alive.
Motivation
All Cormac has ever known is war and getting paid to fight it. Upon hearing of a great adventure to be had that would most certainly involve fighting and great reward, Cormac decided to volunteer for the job. Call it wanderlust or simple greed: the mercenary doesn't care. Cormac may not have the most noble of reasons to embark on this journey, but he's nevertheless present and ready to do his damnedest to get to one end of the world and back again.
Equipment
Cormac has some good, thick linen clothes of brown and red hues, and he also has thick leather traveling boots. He wears padded cloth armor reinforced with metal rivets, a cheap and serviceable alternative to higher quality protection. He also has a black cloak and hood made of wool. On his right hand he wears a thick scaled gauntlet.
Cormac's chief weapon is a spiked two-handed mace that he uses as a walking stick outside of combat. He has a smaller mace as well, a weapon easily usable in one hand, and he also keeps a dagger tucked in his belt. A small buckler bounces against his hip when he's not using it.
More important than his weapons, though, are Cormac's tools. He keeps a few of them on his person: a hammer, a pouch of nails, and a few other useful crafting items, but the majority of his supplies are kept on his mule-drawn cart. On his cart he keeps his saw, his woodcutting axe, and a small anvil as well, not to mention spare chunks of metal. Oh, and keeps a sack of oats there as well.
Most importantly, Cormac keeps two bottles of good, hard whiskey on his person at all times.
Traits
Basic Weapons - You are skilled with the usage of less specialized weapons, such as knives, clubs and staffs. +1
Light Armors - You are comfortable in leather, chain and scale armors. +1
Imposing - You are good at intimidating others, due to size or some other factor. +1
Soldier - You have direct, firsthand experience fighting on the front lines of a battle. +1
Tall - You are of significantly imposing size. +1
Intelligent - You are naturally smart. +2
Craftsman - You can construct relatively complex tools and structures, given the time. +3
Master Siege Engineer - You have some particular talent in which you are an absolute expert. +5
Abrasive - You are rude, and generally disliked for it. -1
Ugly - You are not fair to look upon. -1
Drunkard - You have an alcohol dependency, and a tendency to get drunk obnoxiously and often. -2
Maimed - You are missing a limb. (Right leg, lower) -4
Appearance
Cormac is a tall, scarred veteran who clearly has seen better days. He's missing the lower half of his right leg and has replaced it with a wooden one and walks with a noticeable limp. He's also missing a finger from his left hand. He cuts his curly auburn hair short and keeps his scruff in check as best he can. His scars, size, and steely face make him a rather imposing figure.
Personality
More than one fellow has compared Cormac to a boar (and lost his teeth for it), but it would be better to call him an old crow. He has all the charm of a hog, certainly: he's rude and tends to frown and glare far more than he smiles. He has a habit of drinking himself into fits, too. However, he's a very patient, calculating man, and he's damned cunning, too. The trouble is he's also stubborn.
If proof of his intellect is needed, one need only look so far as Cormac's skill at construction. He has an eye for architecture, easily able to spot weak points in a building, and he knows how to shore up those weaknesses and how to exploit them. He just has a knack for knowing how to make sturdy tools and engines of war, too. In short: he's resourceful.
Cormac has an outlook on life that can be best summarized as world-weary, pragmatic, and pessimistic. He's been through roughly a dozen wars and has found himself missing a leg, a finger, and a goodly number of friends. He expects horrible things to happen around him, and often they do; yet despite his terrible luck he's somehow managed to survive constant warfare while his compatriots have fallen all around him. Cormac suspects Lady Luck is just toying with him.
Despite his rudeness and pessimism, Cormac is a calm and professional individual who can be depended on when fighting starts. If he's working alongside someone, it doesn't matter how often they argue, brawl, or hate each other: Cormac will fight for that man as if he were his brother. In battle, they are kin. In battle, they are brothers.
Background
The Hundred Realms have ever been a bloody place, and Cormac knows that better than most folks. Born a serf along the southern coast, he saw his first battle at a young age when his master's holdings were invaded (and subsequently conquered) by a neighboring warlord. Said warlord then found himself conquered by one of his neighbors, and that realm was then divided up by petty squabbles between that lord's sons when he died of disease.
Needless to say, by the time he was sixteen Cormac had fought in a several battles between these would-be rulers. By the time those wars were over, he realized most of his friends were dead and that he'd actually fought against some of his neighbors. He realized, too, how expendable he was: he was an uneducated peasant youth and only had a lifetime of hard work ahead of him if he managed to survive the ceaseless bloodshed that choked the Realms. He reckoned it was better to get paid to fight than to fight for no thanks at all. So, Cormac fled his home and broke free of the shackles of serfdom.
It didn't take long for Cormac to join a band of mercenaries called the Cackling Coyotes. They were a rough lot of men, most of them deserters and runaway criminals, but they were disciplined as well. Cormac learned a lot more about fighting from them, especially such lessons as "Logistics wins battles more than skill" and "There's no such thing as fighting fair." It was also here that he first was introduced to the art of the siege: the Coyotes found themselves fighting alongside larger units rather frequently, and sieges are safer to conduct than battles. Cormac quickly showed a talent for the construction of siege weaponry and camp defenses, so he was apprenticed to the warband's chief engineer. When that man died, Cormac replaced him, and he did better than his tutor ever had.
Of course, nothing good lasts forever. Battles took toll on the Coyotes, and although a fair number of them retired before the worst came, the majority of them were scattered or killed in a disastrous battle against an enemy whose leader carried a relic tube that launched exploding darts that could kill a dozen men at once. The Coyotes were dissolved, and Cormac found himself missing a leg. That didn't stop him, however, and he went on to fight for a number of other mercenary companies.
Now, at the age of thirty-seven, Cormac is a highly experienced soldier whose ability to fashion palisades and the tools to break them is somewhat famous. He's been up and down the entirety of the coast of the Realms and has fought for more causes than he can remember and few that he actually felt were worth anything. He's called "Fifth-Chance" because he should have been dead five times over but somehow is still alive.
Motivation
All Cormac has ever known is war and getting paid to fight it. Upon hearing of a great adventure to be had that would most certainly involve fighting and great reward, Cormac decided to volunteer for the job. Call it wanderlust or simple greed: the mercenary doesn't care. Cormac may not have the most noble of reasons to embark on this journey, but he's nevertheless present and ready to do his damnedest to get to one end of the world and back again.
Equipment
Cormac has some good, thick linen clothes of brown and red hues, and he also has thick leather traveling boots. He wears padded cloth armor reinforced with metal rivets, a cheap and serviceable alternative to higher quality protection. He also has a black cloak and hood made of wool. On his right hand he wears a thick scaled gauntlet.
Cormac's chief weapon is a spiked two-handed mace that he uses as a walking stick outside of combat. He has a smaller mace as well, a weapon easily usable in one hand, and he also keeps a dagger tucked in his belt. A small buckler bounces against his hip when he's not using it.
More important than his weapons, though, are Cormac's tools. He keeps a few of them on his person: a hammer, a pouch of nails, and a few other useful crafting items, but the majority of his supplies are kept on his mule-drawn cart. On his cart he keeps his saw, his woodcutting axe, and a small anvil as well, not to mention spare chunks of metal. Oh, and keeps a sack of oats there as well.
Most importantly, Cormac keeps two bottles of good, hard whiskey on his person at all times.
Traits
Basic Weapons - You are skilled with the usage of less specialized weapons, such as knives, clubs and staffs. +1
Light Armors - You are comfortable in leather, chain and scale armors. +1
Imposing - You are good at intimidating others, due to size or some other factor. +1
Soldier - You have direct, firsthand experience fighting on the front lines of a battle. +1
Tall - You are of significantly imposing size. +1
Intelligent - You are naturally smart. +2
Craftsman - You can construct relatively complex tools and structures, given the time. +3
Master Siege Engineer - You have some particular talent in which you are an absolute expert. +5
Abrasive - You are rude, and generally disliked for it. -1
Ugly - You are not fair to look upon. -1
Drunkard - You have an alcohol dependency, and a tendency to get drunk obnoxiously and often. -2
Maimed - You are missing a limb. (Right leg, lower) -4
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Amos Breckenridge / Male / 35
Naturally tan-skinned and black of hair, Amos is naturally defined by stark, sharp features. A healthy beard constantly holds his face for ease of maintenance rather than definition or style. His thick, black locks of hair have slowly grown longer; Amos simply pushes the worst offenders back and out of his face.
His body build is naturally thinner than most, and the lack of strong physical activity in his life makes no improvements upon his leaner build. He is of average height, standing above most women but shorter than what most would consider to be a fighter’s height. His only truly defining features are his dark, expressive eyes and a long gash of charred skin across his back—that never fully healed.
Amos is naturally introverted, introspective, and dispassionate to a degree. His skill set and his build naturally set him up to be a follower; a position he’d happy oblige to fill, regardless of his own personal opinion. Amos, though quiet, enjoys small connections; a conversation over a meal, or a lively discussion between one or two others. People willing to listen will find Amos to be quite opinionated. His time listening to others fuels many thoughts and feelings that he’ll happily share with others if given the opportunity. He’ll develop close bonds to those who engage him verbally, perhaps too quickly.
Amos has a respect for those who are master’s in their own field, which leads to a short patience when it comes to those who do not respect his own skills. Amos knows exactly what he’s good at and exactly what he’s not.
Amos was raised in a small village, just outside of one of the many city-states that create the tapestry of the Hundred Realms. Perhaps it was this upbringing that continues to persuade him to keep himself humbly clothed or socially introverted, but regardless, the life he led at the time was one of calm, and of peace. He grew up a normal child, albeit sheltered, and enjoyed the fruits of a living cultivated from soil. It was here where his first love was born; that of the earth, and of the elements that remained: air, water, and fire.
Amos apprenticed with the local alchemist, and soon learned far more than even his mentor in this field. The idea of the Predecessors and their advanced knowledge of the elements fueled the flame within Amos to continue on a route of study. Amos and his master would continue on experimenting with the elements, the things of the fields and of the elements within for many more years, until Amos eventually married. He and his new wife—a simple baker by the name of Adrianna, able to retire from the practice after wedlock—left his home, and traveled, living as a practicing Alchemist. Is was in these years that Adrianna taught Amos in the skill of cooking as well.
Amos traveled and lived well within the boundaries of the Hundred Realms until the sudden loss of his wife to illness stopped him dead in his tracks. She died a quick, painful death, and even Amos’ abilities in alchemy, and medicine could not save her.
She bore him no children.
He spent the next year in mourning, returning home to his father’s keep and working for him once more. After her face had faded away in his mind, Amos no longer felt the call to sit and wait, but rather to continue on. To become more learned, more skilled in his craft, and a better person.
He enjoyed the finer things of the world for a time, engaging in wines and socializing with the wealthy in order to access their own libraries, making sure to repay them with salves and, for those more demanding, even occasional poisons.
Near a decade past, and now the desire to knowledge and mastery has driven Amos to a need finance his academic endeavors. Wanting to finally settle down, Amos has taken the call to adventure in hopes of financing a permanent space of academia and alchemy, to teach others and to perhaps find solace in the world.
Amos, along with a desire to see what lies beyond the Hundred Realms, needs the money and promised treasures to finally give himself a chance to settle down, and create a center in one of the more populous cities in the Realms for those willing to learn. It’s a project in the works for years, and driven by the early death of his wife Adrianna. Amos ultimately wants the solace and closure in knowing he spent his best days building something that helped others, and possibly prevent a fellow man from loosing his own loved ones.
Equipment
While unable to bring the total extent of his collection of tools, kits, and chemicals with him, Amos has prepared a bag full of pre-made salves, herbs, spices, and other conceptions he deemed necessary, along with the tools to create more if need be. He has also brought in his bag a few medical and cooking tools that could be needed, as well as a fighting knife, for protection. He also walks with a staff, simple and wooden, but possibly useful in combat if need be.
+1 Basic Weapons
+1 Thick-Skinned
+3 Alchemy
+2 Medic
+1 Chef
-1 Weak
Appearance
Naturally tan-skinned and black of hair, Amos is naturally defined by stark, sharp features. A healthy beard constantly holds his face for ease of maintenance rather than definition or style. His thick, black locks of hair have slowly grown longer; Amos simply pushes the worst offenders back and out of his face.
His body build is naturally thinner than most, and the lack of strong physical activity in his life makes no improvements upon his leaner build. He is of average height, standing above most women but shorter than what most would consider to be a fighter’s height. His only truly defining features are his dark, expressive eyes and a long gash of charred skin across his back—that never fully healed.
Personality
Amos is naturally introverted, introspective, and dispassionate to a degree. His skill set and his build naturally set him up to be a follower; a position he’d happy oblige to fill, regardless of his own personal opinion. Amos, though quiet, enjoys small connections; a conversation over a meal, or a lively discussion between one or two others. People willing to listen will find Amos to be quite opinionated. His time listening to others fuels many thoughts and feelings that he’ll happily share with others if given the opportunity. He’ll develop close bonds to those who engage him verbally, perhaps too quickly.
Amos has a respect for those who are master’s in their own field, which leads to a short patience when it comes to those who do not respect his own skills. Amos knows exactly what he’s good at and exactly what he’s not.
Background
Amos was raised in a small village, just outside of one of the many city-states that create the tapestry of the Hundred Realms. Perhaps it was this upbringing that continues to persuade him to keep himself humbly clothed or socially introverted, but regardless, the life he led at the time was one of calm, and of peace. He grew up a normal child, albeit sheltered, and enjoyed the fruits of a living cultivated from soil. It was here where his first love was born; that of the earth, and of the elements that remained: air, water, and fire.
Amos apprenticed with the local alchemist, and soon learned far more than even his mentor in this field. The idea of the Predecessors and their advanced knowledge of the elements fueled the flame within Amos to continue on a route of study. Amos and his master would continue on experimenting with the elements, the things of the fields and of the elements within for many more years, until Amos eventually married. He and his new wife—a simple baker by the name of Adrianna, able to retire from the practice after wedlock—left his home, and traveled, living as a practicing Alchemist. Is was in these years that Adrianna taught Amos in the skill of cooking as well.
Amos traveled and lived well within the boundaries of the Hundred Realms until the sudden loss of his wife to illness stopped him dead in his tracks. She died a quick, painful death, and even Amos’ abilities in alchemy, and medicine could not save her.
She bore him no children.
He spent the next year in mourning, returning home to his father’s keep and working for him once more. After her face had faded away in his mind, Amos no longer felt the call to sit and wait, but rather to continue on. To become more learned, more skilled in his craft, and a better person.
He enjoyed the finer things of the world for a time, engaging in wines and socializing with the wealthy in order to access their own libraries, making sure to repay them with salves and, for those more demanding, even occasional poisons.
Near a decade past, and now the desire to knowledge and mastery has driven Amos to a need finance his academic endeavors. Wanting to finally settle down, Amos has taken the call to adventure in hopes of financing a permanent space of academia and alchemy, to teach others and to perhaps find solace in the world.
Motivation
Amos, along with a desire to see what lies beyond the Hundred Realms, needs the money and promised treasures to finally give himself a chance to settle down, and create a center in one of the more populous cities in the Realms for those willing to learn. It’s a project in the works for years, and driven by the early death of his wife Adrianna. Amos ultimately wants the solace and closure in knowing he spent his best days building something that helped others, and possibly prevent a fellow man from loosing his own loved ones.
Equipment
While unable to bring the total extent of his collection of tools, kits, and chemicals with him, Amos has prepared a bag full of pre-made salves, herbs, spices, and other conceptions he deemed necessary, along with the tools to create more if need be. He has also brought in his bag a few medical and cooking tools that could be needed, as well as a fighting knife, for protection. He also walks with a staff, simple and wooden, but possibly useful in combat if need be.
Traits
+1 Basic Weapons
+1 Thick-Skinned
+3 Alchemy
+2 Medic
+1 Chef
-1 Weak
Name/Sex/Age
Rhys (born Remy)/ Female*/ 24
*Rhys is transgendered, and identifies as a man.*
Appearance
Rhys has dark straight hair with greenish eyes. His complexion is a bit pale, largely unmarred with freckles or scars. Rhys is very lean, with a toned build. In a larger city, he would have been a good messenger, running packages and notes to those willing to pay for the expedited service. He has no facial hair-- it isn’t likely that it will miraculously begin to grow anytime soon-- and as a result looks to still be in his teens. He doesn’t bind his chest beneath his shirt, nor does he need to. He has no tattoos or piercings.
Personality
Rhys is friendly outright, but assumes that people don’t like him. He is slow to trust people, and doesn’t think anyone will ever be able to compare to his twin brother, who left home to explore. He was a role model, and Rhys often adopts his traits when he is conflicted about what to do, putting on a façade when he is able to get over his own skittish nature.
Rhys might seem like a walking contradiction at times, because he is still trying to figure out his place in the world. Sometimes, he is sure that he can play music to soothe the soul, and other times he is convinced that music is a waste of time and energy, and he should be devoting it all to improving the traps he builds, and more ‘useful’ hobbies.
Background
Located along the eastern shore in the middle of the Hundred Realms, the King’s castle was in the hearty center of the near peninsula, and was well-protected by the water on three sides. There were a few larger cities, that cropped up near the western ports. The journey by sea wasn’t far, and it was easier than traveling north to where the land met, but both were riddled with their own perils. The King didn’t like people leaving his home, and it had been said that the ships along the shore were all his own, and people trying to buy themselves passage only bought themselves into slavery instead.
The journey to the northern land was not easy either, as it was common knowledge that the ruler to the North was far more savage and cruel than their own lord. Perhaps the rumors were spread by her own king, to keep her people from protesting, but the rumors became the bedtime stories that kept children from sneaking out from their homes. It was said that in the Northern kingdom, the King’s men snatched children from their sleep and dragged them away from their homes, forcing them to mine. It was said that the women were raped and the men who fought them beaten and starved. It was said that the savagery of the North was more terrifying than the slavery to the West.
Born as Remy, she was the second child born of a set of triplets. The third died in childbirth. That left Remy and Rhys, born only a few minutes before her. Rhys was a good elder brother, and their father was as kind as he was fixated upon his work. Remy and Rhys were always attached, with Remy following in her brother’s footsteps.
As she grew older, Remy identified with her brother far more than she identified with other girls in the village. She would often dress up as the men they heard about in stories, the ones who fought beasts and defended those who could not defend themselves. She had no interest in the things they liked, and embraced the hobbies that her brother preferred, instead. He was a hunter, and she was the trapper. They were a perfect team, and nobody understood or accepted her like her brother. But Remy wasn’t the only one who didn’t feel like she fit in. Her brother left home when they reached adulthood. He wanted to learn what else there was out there, to explore, and go to the west. He invited her to come too, but Remy was too frightened and refused. What was there to the West that they did not have in their home? What could be found there that was neat heartache and despair? She thought that by refusing, he would come to his senses and stay, or return the very next day.
He did not return.
After her brother left, she was heartbroken. She couldn’t cope with him being gone. No one else understood her, no one else accepted her, and so she cut away her fears by chopping off her long, feminine hair. She put on her brother’s clothing that was left behind, embracing the person she always wanted to be, but was too scared to become.
Remy always knew she didn’t feel like a woman, and so adopting her brother’s name felt as natural as any other. But those in her home couldn’t cope with that, and so she left as well. She might have been a few months too late, but she went to follow in his footsteps, to find him and help him explore the wilderness to the west. After all, they were always the perfect team.
Rhys set off with a large backpack, going along the road to the North, the same way his brother had before.
Motivation
Though he knows that it is far-fetched, Rhys is on a search for answers. He wants to know what happened to his brother, and doesn’t want to believe that he could be dead. Even if he is, Rhys wants to have the adventure that his brother always dreamed of in his stead.
Equipment
Rhys wears simple clothing, acquired from his brother and various vendors in the beginning of his journey. He wears a green tunic, brown pants, and brown boots. He has a light-weight cloak with a hood, to stop the wind and rain as well, though it has been patched in a few places. Rhys has a small bundle of colorings for skin and hair, something he purchased when he came across his first larger city, to help decide if he wanted to have certain features in this new identity. He keeps lock-picking tools, a set that his brother had left behind when he left home. (He also has supplies for his monthlies.) He has a knife in his boot, as well as another on his waist, which is more often used for cutting rope and sticks for traps than it is for self-defense.
Traits
Skittish
Sprinter
Hardy
Woodsman
Burglar
Trapper
Basic Weapons
Theatric (proficient with disguises)
Rhys (born Remy)/ Female*/ 24
*Rhys is transgendered, and identifies as a man.*
Appearance
Rhys has dark straight hair with greenish eyes. His complexion is a bit pale, largely unmarred with freckles or scars. Rhys is very lean, with a toned build. In a larger city, he would have been a good messenger, running packages and notes to those willing to pay for the expedited service. He has no facial hair-- it isn’t likely that it will miraculously begin to grow anytime soon-- and as a result looks to still be in his teens. He doesn’t bind his chest beneath his shirt, nor does he need to. He has no tattoos or piercings.
Personality
Rhys is friendly outright, but assumes that people don’t like him. He is slow to trust people, and doesn’t think anyone will ever be able to compare to his twin brother, who left home to explore. He was a role model, and Rhys often adopts his traits when he is conflicted about what to do, putting on a façade when he is able to get over his own skittish nature.
Rhys might seem like a walking contradiction at times, because he is still trying to figure out his place in the world. Sometimes, he is sure that he can play music to soothe the soul, and other times he is convinced that music is a waste of time and energy, and he should be devoting it all to improving the traps he builds, and more ‘useful’ hobbies.
Background
Located along the eastern shore in the middle of the Hundred Realms, the King’s castle was in the hearty center of the near peninsula, and was well-protected by the water on three sides. There were a few larger cities, that cropped up near the western ports. The journey by sea wasn’t far, and it was easier than traveling north to where the land met, but both were riddled with their own perils. The King didn’t like people leaving his home, and it had been said that the ships along the shore were all his own, and people trying to buy themselves passage only bought themselves into slavery instead.
The journey to the northern land was not easy either, as it was common knowledge that the ruler to the North was far more savage and cruel than their own lord. Perhaps the rumors were spread by her own king, to keep her people from protesting, but the rumors became the bedtime stories that kept children from sneaking out from their homes. It was said that in the Northern kingdom, the King’s men snatched children from their sleep and dragged them away from their homes, forcing them to mine. It was said that the women were raped and the men who fought them beaten and starved. It was said that the savagery of the North was more terrifying than the slavery to the West.
Born as Remy, she was the second child born of a set of triplets. The third died in childbirth. That left Remy and Rhys, born only a few minutes before her. Rhys was a good elder brother, and their father was as kind as he was fixated upon his work. Remy and Rhys were always attached, with Remy following in her brother’s footsteps.
As she grew older, Remy identified with her brother far more than she identified with other girls in the village. She would often dress up as the men they heard about in stories, the ones who fought beasts and defended those who could not defend themselves. She had no interest in the things they liked, and embraced the hobbies that her brother preferred, instead. He was a hunter, and she was the trapper. They were a perfect team, and nobody understood or accepted her like her brother. But Remy wasn’t the only one who didn’t feel like she fit in. Her brother left home when they reached adulthood. He wanted to learn what else there was out there, to explore, and go to the west. He invited her to come too, but Remy was too frightened and refused. What was there to the West that they did not have in their home? What could be found there that was neat heartache and despair? She thought that by refusing, he would come to his senses and stay, or return the very next day.
He did not return.
After her brother left, she was heartbroken. She couldn’t cope with him being gone. No one else understood her, no one else accepted her, and so she cut away her fears by chopping off her long, feminine hair. She put on her brother’s clothing that was left behind, embracing the person she always wanted to be, but was too scared to become.
Remy always knew she didn’t feel like a woman, and so adopting her brother’s name felt as natural as any other. But those in her home couldn’t cope with that, and so she left as well. She might have been a few months too late, but she went to follow in his footsteps, to find him and help him explore the wilderness to the west. After all, they were always the perfect team.
Rhys set off with a large backpack, going along the road to the North, the same way his brother had before.
Motivation
Though he knows that it is far-fetched, Rhys is on a search for answers. He wants to know what happened to his brother, and doesn’t want to believe that he could be dead. Even if he is, Rhys wants to have the adventure that his brother always dreamed of in his stead.
Equipment
Rhys wears simple clothing, acquired from his brother and various vendors in the beginning of his journey. He wears a green tunic, brown pants, and brown boots. He has a light-weight cloak with a hood, to stop the wind and rain as well, though it has been patched in a few places. Rhys has a small bundle of colorings for skin and hair, something he purchased when he came across his first larger city, to help decide if he wanted to have certain features in this new identity. He keeps lock-picking tools, a set that his brother had left behind when he left home. (He also has supplies for his monthlies.) He has a knife in his boot, as well as another on his waist, which is more often used for cutting rope and sticks for traps than it is for self-defense.
Traits
Skittish
Sprinter
Hardy
Woodsman
Burglar
Trapper
Basic Weapons
Theatric (proficient with disguises)
Carantathraiel Non-practicing Intellectual
Member
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Name / Sex / Age
Evelyn “Eve” Rutherford / Female / 26
Appearance
Evelyn is 176cm (5'7”), thin, and proper. She's pale skinned and fair haired, and would have been pretty were it not for her scars. An attack on her house left her arms and legs burned, and her face sports several scars from the weapons of her assailants. Her eyes were pierced with blades, and she covers her eyes with a dark cloth to help hide her damaged skin (though not well enough).
Personality
Coming from an old family, Evelyn was raised to be well prepared for the high society. By high society, this narrator means the holders of the past. Proprietors and curators of relics and libraries. She's smart, suave, and well mannered.
Or at least she was.
Her past left her bitter and blunt. She's often unfriendly, and views those around her to be beneath her. She hides from public view often, and uses a servant to do her shopping and visiting. Evelyn, when in range of another, won't try as hard to hide her sharp tongue, and will butt into any conversation in which she over hears talk of relics.
Background
Evelyn was born in what passes as this society's upper class. Her father was rather rich, and made sure his daughters were educated. However, her family's wealth led others to believe that they owned some sort of relic, and an ambush came in the night. With her father slaughtered, the women were abused, maimed, and left to burn in the ransacked and torched house. Evelyn survived the fire by hiding in the fireplace, of all locations, waiting until the heat died away to wander out.
Her eyes had been pierced, her face scarred, and her legs and arms burnt, Evelyn crawled away from her destroyed home to seek help. A few years after the incident, she's comfortable enough in her own marred body to get around, often hiding away from view, using a hired servant to care for her needs. (I am flexible as to where the money comes from. An estate or a relative of her father's would be my best guesses.)
Motivation
Evelyn is on the mission to get over her fear of the world. Her father had educated her to be more than a recluse. On the ten year anniversary of her family's demise, Eve has decided to reestablish her family name.
Equipment
Breeches. Knee-high leather boots. Two tunics, one with long sleeves. Hooded poncho. Leather belt, and a leg satchel. A signet ring that belong to her family, which she wears hidden around her neck.
Dual bearded axes. While she can't see, Evelyn has managed to learn how to play defense, using axes to defend herself. Not well, however. (Imagine Blinkin' from Robin Hood, Men in Tights. A for effort, right?)
Attendant. A soft spoken adolescent male with a greater skill for weapons than herself, and no will to argue for himself.
Traits
Weak -1
Abrasive -1
Skittish -2
Unlucky -2
Proud -2
Blind -5
Light Sleeper +1
Chef (Smell those herbs. You put far too much basil in that.) +1
Observant (Smells and Sounds) +1
Ambidextrous +1
Quiet +2
Learned +2
Intermediate Weapons +2
Affluent +3
Artificer +4
Evelyn “Eve” Rutherford / Female / 26
Appearance
Evelyn is 176cm (5'7”), thin, and proper. She's pale skinned and fair haired, and would have been pretty were it not for her scars. An attack on her house left her arms and legs burned, and her face sports several scars from the weapons of her assailants. Her eyes were pierced with blades, and she covers her eyes with a dark cloth to help hide her damaged skin (though not well enough).
*Sorry for poor quality, doodled it over dinner
Personality
Coming from an old family, Evelyn was raised to be well prepared for the high society. By high society, this narrator means the holders of the past. Proprietors and curators of relics and libraries. She's smart, suave, and well mannered.
Or at least she was.
Her past left her bitter and blunt. She's often unfriendly, and views those around her to be beneath her. She hides from public view often, and uses a servant to do her shopping and visiting. Evelyn, when in range of another, won't try as hard to hide her sharp tongue, and will butt into any conversation in which she over hears talk of relics.
Background
Evelyn was born in what passes as this society's upper class. Her father was rather rich, and made sure his daughters were educated. However, her family's wealth led others to believe that they owned some sort of relic, and an ambush came in the night. With her father slaughtered, the women were abused, maimed, and left to burn in the ransacked and torched house. Evelyn survived the fire by hiding in the fireplace, of all locations, waiting until the heat died away to wander out.
Her eyes had been pierced, her face scarred, and her legs and arms burnt, Evelyn crawled away from her destroyed home to seek help. A few years after the incident, she's comfortable enough in her own marred body to get around, often hiding away from view, using a hired servant to care for her needs. (I am flexible as to where the money comes from. An estate or a relative of her father's would be my best guesses.)
Motivation
Evelyn is on the mission to get over her fear of the world. Her father had educated her to be more than a recluse. On the ten year anniversary of her family's demise, Eve has decided to reestablish her family name.
Equipment
Breeches. Knee-high leather boots. Two tunics, one with long sleeves. Hooded poncho. Leather belt, and a leg satchel. A signet ring that belong to her family, which she wears hidden around her neck.
Dual bearded axes. While she can't see, Evelyn has managed to learn how to play defense, using axes to defend herself. Not well, however. (Imagine Blinkin' from Robin Hood, Men in Tights. A for effort, right?)
Attendant. A soft spoken adolescent male with a greater skill for weapons than herself, and no will to argue for himself.
Traits
Weak -1
Abrasive -1
Skittish -2
Unlucky -2
Proud -2
Blind -5
Light Sleeper +1
Chef (Smell those herbs. You put far too much basil in that.) +1
Observant (Smells and Sounds) +1
Ambidextrous +1
Quiet +2
Learned +2
Intermediate Weapons +2
Affluent +3
Artificer +4
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