Since everyone seems to be in or going to the prison, I would suggest doing one of those ideas. Which one you pick though really depends on what you think would be the most likely reason for her to be there.
Description: A tall thin man, Mezdon stands around 6’ 1”. His dark blonde hair is neatly trimmed and stops just before his dark blue eyes. His fair skin has a slight tan to it, but is still fairly pale compared to others. His mannerism reflects his noble upbringing as his posture is proper and his movements are elegant.
Equipment:
Current:
Nothing. The below equipment is locked away in the prison’s armory.
Usual:
Long Sword: A sturdy steel sword. It’s quality is on par with a typical Yulian soldier's, minus the enchantments. (Mezdon’s enchantments work best with a blank slate.)
Cloak: A fine blue cloak with with a dark gray trim. The Hadirial family crest ,formerly stitched on the front, has since been removed, but those with an eye for clothing will still recognize its origin.
Satchel: A plain leather satchel. Simply a way to carry things.
Personality:
Calm and clever, Mezdon thinks before acting. He keeps a cool head in almost all situations rarely letting his emotions take over. A well learned man, he considers one's mind to be their greatest weapon and shows disdain towards those who act impulsive or carelessly.
He might seem a bit condescending at times, but he knows he is no better than the people he walks with. In fact, Mezdon is very openminded despite his Yulian heritage. Something about being branded a criminal for simply wanting to learn a new field of study has made him question the other laws of his land.
Skills:
Sword and Magic: Mezdon has an affinity for both blades and the arcane. Wielding a sword in one hand and spells in the other, his diverse abilities make him near impossible to predict. When not in danger, Mezdon can cast much stronger spells as he is able to give absolute focus.
Strategist: Whether on the fly or with plenty of time, Mezdon can quickly come up with a plan and stay three steps ahead of the enemy. Baiting the enemy into exposing a weakness before attacking. After all, one cannot be careless when using magic, especially in the heat of battle.
Reflexes: Due to his years of constant training, Mezdon has near inhuman reaction time. When it comes to catching a blade with his own or simply dodging at just the right time, Mezdon is among the best.
Weaknesses:
No armor: Requiring full range of motion to cast and attack, Mezdon can’t wear any kind of armor. His only real defense are his reflexes and wits.
Jack of All, Master of None: Though he studied both magic and sword, his split focus means he's not as proficient as someone who gave full focus to the study of one. Thus his magic isn't as good as a full mage nor his swordsmanship better than a full warrior.
Prolonged Combat: Magic and fighting on their own are taxing enough, but Mezdon does both! As such, he tends to tire much faster than most. The longer a fight is drawn out or the more enemies he has to fight in quick succession, the worse off he’ll be.
Fatal Flaw:
Untrusting: Mezdon is kind, polite, he may even appear friendly. But make no mistake, he has a plan to kill you and everyone he meets. After all, it’s hard to let people in after your family betrayed you and your country brands you a heretic.
Though not royal, the Hadirial family has always been considered nobles of the Yulian Empire for their renowned military expertise. Every member of the Hadirial line is trained from birth in melee combat or magic depending on gender and is well versed in battle tactics. Marriages are arranged based on physical skill and education to ensure the next generation is stronger and smarter than the last. Should any member stray from their military roots or break the strict Yulian laws, they would be swiftly disowned and any records of them would be wiped away. Mezdon was one of these cases.
The third child of the current Hadirial line, Mezdon was trained since the day he could hold a blade. While he did enjoy the art of war and swordsmanship, he also had an interest in magic. Some days after practice he would sneak into the female training ground and watch his mother teach his sisters the arcane ways. Eventually his thirst to learn grew too great, and when the first opportunity presented itself, Mezdon swiped a magic tome from his mother.
He studied in secret, often finding dark and secluded places within the walls of his family manor, while keeping up on his swordplay as to not rouse suspicion. He kept this up for many years, until his eldest brother began to question Mezdon’s reclusiveness. After a few weeks of spying on him, Mezdon’s brother discovered what he had been doing and reported him to the Inquisition immediately. Mezdon was stripped of his family name and sentenced to imprisonment at Midgate Fort for an undisclosed amount of time...
Other: Though he rarely drinks, drunk Mezdon is still able to cast spells. You have been warned.
Since I've come to realize the term "battlemage" in this world's terminology is more along the lines of “black mage”, I've decided to put the class as the D&D equivalent of what I'm going for to hopefully avoid confusion.
Description: A tall thin man, Mezdon stands around 6’ 1”. His dark blonde hair is neatly trimmed and stops just before his dark blue eyes. His fair skin has a slight tan to it, but is still fairly pale compared to others. His mannerism reflects his noble upbringing as his posture is proper and his movements are elegant.
Equipment:
Current:
Nothing. The below equipment is locked away in the prison’s armory.
Usual:
Long Sword: A sturdy steel sword. It’s quality is on par with a typical Yulian soldier's, minus the enchantments. (Mezdon’s enchantments work best with a blank slate.)
Cloak: A fine blue cloak with with a dark gray trim. The Hadirial family crest ,formerly stitched on the front, has since been removed, but those with an eye for clothing will still recognize its origin.
Satchel: A plain leather satchel. Simply a way to carry things.
Personality:
Calm and clever, Mezdon thinks before acting. He keeps a cool head in almost all situations rarely letting his emotions take over. A well learned man, he considers one's mind to be their greatest weapon and shows disdain towards those who act impulsive or carelessly.
He might seem a bit condescending at times, but he knows he is no better than the people he walks with. In fact, Mezdon is very openminded despite his Yulian heritage. Something about being branded a criminal for simply wanting to learn a new field of study has made him question the other laws of his land.
Skills:
Sword and Magic: Mezdon has an affinity for both blades and the arcane. Wielding a sword in one hand and spells in the other, his diverse abilities make him near impossible to predict. When not in danger, Mezdon can cast much stronger spells as he is able to give absolute focus.
Strategist: Whether on the fly or with plenty of time, Mezdon can quickly come up with a plan and stay three steps ahead of the enemy. Baiting the enemy into exposing a weakness before attacking. After all, one cannot be careless when using magic, especially in the heat of battle.
Reflexes: Due to his years of constant training, Mezdon has near inhuman reaction time. When it comes to catching a blade with his own or simply dodging at just the right time, Mezdon is among the best.
Weaknesses:
No armor: Requiring full range of motion to cast and attack, Mezdon can’t wear any kind of armor. His only real defense are his reflexes and wits.
Jack of All, Master of None: Though he studied both magic and sword, his split focus means he's not as proficient as someone who gave full focus to the study of one. Thus his magic isn't as good as a full mage nor his swordsmanship better than a full warrior.
Prolonged Combat: Magic and fighting on their own are taxing enough, but Mezdon does both! As such, he tends to tire much faster than most. The longer a fight is drawn out or the more enemies he has to fight in quick succession, the worse off he’ll be.
Fatal Flaw:
Untrusting: Mezdon is kind, polite, he may even appear friendly. But make no mistake, he has a plan to kill you and everyone he meets. After all, it’s hard to let people in after your family betrayed you and your country brands you a heretic.
Though not royal, the Hadirial family has always been considered nobles of the Yulian Empire for their renowned military expertise. Every member of the Hadirial line is trained from birth in melee combat or magic depending on gender and is well versed in battle tactics. Marriages are arranged based on physical skill and education to ensure the next generation is stronger and smarter than the last. Should any member stray from their military roots or break the strict Yulian laws, they would be swiftly disowned and any records of them would be wiped away. Mezdon was one of these cases.
The third child of the current Hadirial line, Mezdon was trained since the day he could hold a blade. While he did enjoy the art of war and swordsmanship, he also had an interest in magic. Some days after practice he would sneak into the female training ground and watch his mother teach his sisters the arcane ways. Eventually his thirst to learn grew too great, and when the first opportunity presented itself, Mezdon swiped a magic tome from his mother.
He studied in secret, often finding dark and secluded places within the walls of his family manor, while keeping up on his swordplay as to not rouse suspicion. He kept this up for many years, until his eldest brother began to question Mezdon’s reclusiveness. After a few weeks of spying on him, Mezdon’s brother discovered what he had been doing and reported him to the Inquisition immediately. Mezdon was stripped of his family name and sentenced to imprisonment at Midgate Fort for an undisclosed amount of time...
Other: Though he rarely drinks, drunk Mezdon is still able to cast spells. You have been warned.
One caveat I would say though is that an illegal mage would probably struggle to go toe to toe with a Yulian battlemage on magic alone, as Yulian mages train from childhood and probably far overburden themselves when casting.
But then Yulian battlemages are also untrained in combat, so one could easily punch one in the face. It evens out.
But of course! A battle mage's strength comes not from their skill in magic or sword, but their ability to use them in unison. So yeah, he'll probably be doing a good amount of mage punching.
@Awesomoman64 Yep, that would be fine! It's entirely possible for dudes to manifest magical ability too, they just tend to keep it to themselves under Yulian rule.
Well this just gave me a great idea for my character's background!
Seeing his bullets were ineffective against the slime girl, he quickly change targets aiming at the Frog puppet instead. For a being made of fabric, the frog was incredibly agile and dodged most of Wolf’s shots. He was unable to get a good lock on before a slime ball collided with his head completely encasing his helmet. As it tried to seep into his breathing filters, Wolf grabbed the gooey mass on either side and in one go ripped it in half.
“You think mere slime will stop me?” Wolf scowled as he threw the two halves of the slime to the ground. Taking a step towards Luci, Wolf’s attention was taken back to Frog when he heard the sound of a gun cock.
Normal bullets wouldn’t be able to pierce his armor of course, but sensing something magical about Frog’s weapon, Wolf wasn’t about to take any chances. Dive rolling out of way, the inquisitor was able to avoid the first and only round of buckshots as Bonesword ended the puppet’s silly life.
”Good work.” Wolf said rising back to his feet and heading down the path Luci took, ”Agreed, but we must not kill her. If she truly is the daughter of hell’s queen, then she would make a valuable prisoner.”
Demons. Wolf could sense them before they even entered the room. Sending Hibiki and Shizkua back to Hyperion so their bickering wouldn't get in the way, Wolf prepared to fight whatever monstrous creature stepped through. What Wolf was not prepared for was for the fierce demons to be a child and a frog puppet. Not only this, but they showed no signs of hostility, the girl even asked if Wolf had seen her mother.
Wolf’s eyes narrowed at the pair, “What is your game here? I assure you your tricks will not work on us.” As he spoke Bonesword collapsed screaming at himself. “Your timing couldn't be worse, Skeleton.” Wolf groaned.
With Bonesword down, Wolf was now out numbered. It was not that he couldn't handle these two pests on his own, but rather it would be foolish to not use every tactical advantage available. Breathing deeply, Wolf slammed his halberd on the ground sending out a wave of energy dispelling all of the magic around them.
The roses and Bonesword’s vine shield all disintegrated relieving everyone from the mind altering effects. It wouldn't last long as the roses would mostly spread back into the room, but for now there would be a moment of clarity that would hopefully snap Bonesword out of his trance.
"Is it going to be okay?"
“He will be. You two, on the other hand, won't.” Spinning his halberd behind him Wolf raised his gun arm and opened fire on the demons.
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