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Name: Thomas
Nickname: Tommy
Age: 22
Race: Human

Morals: He's been a scavver for most of his life, venturing out into the Commonwealth in hopes of finding a big enough score to keep him well fed for a year or so. He's good at heart, and hates to see folk in trouble, but struggles with the idea of being a hero. If you can't look out for yourself, you can't look out for others, he's barely getting by as it is.

Flaws: He's an alcoholic, there's little he'd choose over a bottle of whiskey.

Faction: N/A

Background: Tommy grew up in Diamond city as an orphan, a few folks would take pity on him from time to time and give food and shelter, but never for long. When he was 13 he would take up scavenging from the surrounding city, using his small size to navigate around dangers and get at some good loot, however as he grew older, larger and more dependent on the drink he was forced into more and more combat situations as he lost his edge in stealth. Despite this, if one can get him sober enough they'll find him an ample scout, skilled at moving around undetected, yet as fate would have it, his aim suffers profusely as he gets the shakes in his hands.

Looks:

Beneath this attire he has a mess of dirty blonde hair that's usually swept back out of his emerald eyes, he has a long hooked nose and a sharp chin that define him more than anything.

Other: Loves listening to the radio, even if it'll alert hostiles to his location.

The Blessing of a Curse

@RokkuHoshi Aye, at the cost of his own life-blood.

The Blessing of a Curse

Name: Peter Guillian
Age: 16

Appearance: Pete is a big lad for his age, standing at around 6'3" and still believed to be growing, he has a well muscled, heavy build, that contrasts oddly with his gentle nature. He has dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, that glimmer like two chips of ice from behind his messy veil of hair. He would be considered handsome if it weren't for his hooked nose, sharp angular chin and a forehead that he feels is too big, but other than those undesired features he gets by alright.

Personality: Peter has a grim determination about him to not be worn down by the institute and it's various cruelties. He's highly caring and often unthinking of his own safety when others are in trouble. His time here has taught him to be accepting of the evils that take place in the world, it's all merely the way of things and no matter what one does, you can never wash out the bad from the good, nor the good from the bad. Hell, he couldn't even hate the children he grew up with whom became Corrupted, it was an enticing lifestyle, lavished with benefits, he didn't blame them. Although if prodded too far he can develop a righteous anger, a short burst of rage where none are safe, friend or foe, from his ire.

Class: Patient

Weapons/Abilities: Miracle blood: His power manifested in an odd way, almost deemed a failed experiment, it was later discovered that his blood possessed incredible healing abilities, although it doesn't appear to affect his own natural healing, for the blood must be exposed to the outside elements and attain an abnormally large amount of oxidization gained through it's new genetic means, to take effect.

Other: He has a certain weakness for custard, his favourite treat.

Starfall [Reboot pl0x]

It's a damn shame, but I'm headed the same way.

Ace High Straight (A Wild Card realisticly superpowered Casual/Adv. RPG)

Can't believe I hadn't heard of this series, sounds brilliant, count me in.

The Odd's of the Round Table

I dig it, count me in.

Starfall [Reboot pl0x]

Username: Athoriel
Name: Cedric 'Ced' Pryde
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Rank: -
Equipment: Cedric carries an Ambrosian longsword, medicine, a water skin and pair of Bolas on his belt. He also keeps misc travelling supplies on his dragon saddle such as a bedroll, rations, rope, etc. His ancestral suit of armour as shown below, comes embossed with the guilds sigil on his right shoulder.

Appearance

Cedric is most notably seen in his armour standing at about 6'2", careful to not be seen without, but for those who catch the rare glimpse of the man beneath are met with a horrifically scarred individual. His body is roughly covered in a series of burns, that flow their way from his neck to his calves, he has dark blonde hair and ice blue eyes that stare coldly at those he meets.

Personality: Cedric is a quiet, even tempered individual, bound to the guild for the familial sentimentality it carries for him. He is quick to trust in those around him, having a generally kind heart, but is unforgiving to those who break said trust or exhibit behaviors that he believes are immoral. If justified, Cedric can achieve a capacity for darkness in his actions, acting cruel and detached to those whom receive his ire.

Short Biography: Cedric was raised in a hamlet located somewhere in northern Ambrosis, being subject to a rather ordinary upbringing, Ced had grown to be a fine young lad. He spent most of his days at his family farm, helping his mother and his cousins with the various chores, teaching him a sense of duty and how to take pride in ones work, he attended school with all the other children every third day, where he learned to read and write and the odd time or two he would get into a fight with the local bully, this taught him how take a hit.

On every new moon his father would return from the south to visit his mother and him, regaling the wander struck lad with tales of dragon riding and the exploration of foreign lands, it was on a such a visit as this, that tragedy befell his home. Cedric was fourteen at the time, and had been sleeping merrily away, exhausted from his day of work and the excitable transfer he had had between his father, each catching the other one up on their prospective news.

Thick tendrils of smoke snaked their way up his bedroom wall, amassing in the roof space above, slowly a blanket of it descended on the young lad, whom upon taking in his next breath, awoke, panic gripping his chest as he began to suffocate. Tears blurred his vision as he rolled free of his bed, hitting the floor with a hard thud, greedily gulping down some clear air. It was then that the flames began to lick at his doorway, quickly encompassing it, screams and shouting were starting to be heard from elsewhere in the house. Absorbed in his own world of problems, Cedric's eyes dashed about, assessing the situation. Keeping low to the floor, Cedric crawled his way through fire and smoke, the beating of his heart loud in his own head as he struggled toward the exit. Waves of heat washed over him, as the inferno exploded around, drying the tears on his soot covered cheeks. He coughed and spluttered, his lungs burning as if they too were on fire, sharp bouts of pain struck at him as the flames grew, hounding him as he crawled onward.

He don't how he survived that night, but by some miracle he made it outside before the building collapsed, sadly no one else did. Not too long after, his fathers guild took him in as some kind of way to carry on his will. They supplied the young Cedric with a special medicine, an extract from a mountain flower in the southern steppes of Lunaris. It dulled the pain of his burns, and allowed him to bear the armour and weapons of his father, eventually training him to become a capable Dragon rider.

Mount: -

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkJlUIZ-rXw

Starfall [Reboot pl0x]

Username: Athoriel
Name: Cedric 'Ced' Pryde
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Rank: -
Equipment: Cedric carries an Ambrosian longsword, medicine, a water skin and pair of Bolas on his belt. He also keeps misc travelling supplies on his dragon saddle such as a bedroll, rations, rope, etc. His ancestral suit of armour as shown below, comes embossed with the guilds sigil on his right shoulder.

Appearance

Cedric is most notably seen in his armour standing at about 6'2", careful to not be seen without, but for those who catch the rare glimpse of the man beneath are met with a horrifically scarred individual. His body is roughly covered in a series of burns, that flow their way from his neck to his calves, he has dark blonde hair and ice blue eyes that stare coldly at those he meets.

Personality: Cedric is a quiet, even tempered individual, bound to the guild for the familial sentimentality it carries for him. He is quick to trust in those around him, having a generally kind heart, but is unforgiving to those who break said trust or exhibit behaviors that he believes are immoral. If justified, Cedric can achieve a capacity for darkness in his actions, acting cruel and detached to those whom receive his ire.

Short Biography: Cedric was raised in a hamlet located somewhere in northern Ambrosis, being subject to a rather ordinary upbringing, Ced had grown to be a fine young lad. He spent most of his days at his family farm, helping his mother and his cousins with the various chores, teaching him a sense of duty and how to take pride in ones work, he attended school with all the other children every third day, where he learned to read and write and the odd time or two he would get into a fight with the local bully, this taught him how take a hit.

On every new moon his father would return from the south to visit his mother and him, regaling the wander struck lad with tales of dragon riding and the exploration of foreign lands, it was on a such a visit as this, that tragedy befell his home. Cedric was fourteen at the time, and had been sleeping merrily away, exhausted from his day of work and the excitable transfer he had had between his father, each catching the other one up on their prospective news.

Thick tendrils of smoke snaked their way up his bedroom wall, amassing in the roof space above, slowly a blanket of it descended on the young lad, whom upon taking in his next breath, awoke, panic gripping his chest as he began to suffocate. Tears blurred his vision as he rolled free of his bed, hitting the floor with a hard thud, greedily gulping down some clear air. It was then that the flames began to lick at his doorway, quickly encompassing it, screams and shouting were starting to be heard from elsewhere in the house. Absorbed in his own world of problems, Cedric's eyes dashed about, assessing the situation. Keeping low to the floor, Cedric crawled his way through fire and smoke, the beating of his heart loud in his own head as he struggled toward the exit. Waves of heat washed over him, as the inferno exploded around, drying the tears on his soot covered cheeks. He coughed and spluttered, his lungs burning as if they too were on fire, sharp bouts of pain struck at him as the flames grew, hounding him as he crawled onward.

He don't how he survived that night, but by some miracle he made it outside before the building collapsed, sadly no one else did. Not too long after, his fathers guild took him in as some kind of way to carry on his will. They supplied the young Cedric with a special medicine, an extract from a mountain flower in the southern steppes of Lunaris. It dulled the pain of his burns, and allowed him to bear the armour and weapons of his father, eventually training him to become a capable Dragon rider.

Mount: -

Other: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkJlUIZ-rXw

Starfall (Reboot)

Throwing in my interest, definitely keen for a reboot.

Starfall

Cedric stared placidly out of his visor at the ground, as he gave a heave to lift his end of the saddle, his eyes like orbs of ice seemingly glowed from within the helm as they tracked their way up to meet the recruits.

"That remains to be seen." He answered, something adding an almost sorrowful tone to his words, something that almost sounded like remorse. He gave a quick grunt as the recruit lifted his end, shifting the weight onto his shoulder before giving a nod to show he was ready, and within a moment they began their slow and steady march toward the exit. Memories skittered on the edge of Cedric's mind, putting ripples in the water of his usually calm demeanor, memories of those whom had proven unworthy of that which they carried.

"Alright, just take a left up here, through those doors." He said, gesturing with a sharp nod. "We'll place this on the back of the cart and then you'll be free to pursue your training for the day. Oh, and make sure to stop by the kitchens for a quick meal." He added, as they rotated left, the cart appearing before them. Placed close for convenience sake. An old mule stood at it's head munching away contently at the turf beneath it, the old beast brayed and shifted in its harness as the weight of the saddle jerked the cart a little, but Cedric was quick to move around to the front to soothe him. He picked up the stray beet he had left on the carts edge, holding it in the open palm of his hand for the mule to eat as he ran his other hand through its mane.

"There, there, old boy." He muttered in calming tones, gently grabbing a hold on its reins as it finished its reward, making sure he was ready to lead it as it hauled the saddle to the dome for him.

"You're dismissed." He said over his shoulder to the recruit. "But before you leave, your name?" He asked just seconds later, making a conscious effort to look the recruit in the face as he did so. He felt it would be improper for them to part without him knowing as much.

@taistelusopuli