Birds and Bear

Soturi: Death of a King

For but one second, time seemed to stop.

Hugo's eyes were kept shut, images began flooding his mind alongside the air that entered his lungs. familiar visions, memories of his hard work, sketches and sketches detailing a metallic golem, towering and menacing in it's presence, made to protect his suitors with it's own life. parchments unraveling to reveal the complex inner structures and anatomy of the guardian, completely organic on the inside, working perfectly for it's purpose. A design he had perfected long ago.

time had resumed, and he could feel the sensation of energy flowing through him, seeping out of his finger tips in threads, unraveling their way towards the space in front of Hugo, intertwining reality with magical will, acting as threads, tying the golem into existence. His eyes remained closed, but he could feel the golem being assembled, for a moment, Hugo actually thought it had worked. however, he had thought it worked many many times before. although this time the process did not get interrupted by the conjuration retaining too much energy to quickly and destabilizing, Hugo could feel something. something wrong.

he could feel cracks forming, the threads of magic that he was using to hold the golem together were breaking and fading as they got further. Soon enough they completely vanished, and Hugo let go of the connection. opening his eyes and getting up from his crouching position. taking in the sight upon him.

The Golem, well, parts of it, were suspended in mid air, translucent, stuck in a state between existence and non existence. Blood still pulsating and spilling through open veins and arteries, fading into nothingness, a fleshy mess with malformed metallic plates attached to them. slowly fading, breaking into smaller bits and slowly fading away, as the energy that held it together weakened, and dissipated in a memorial of yet another failure.

Hugo lay back onto the grass underneath him, bringing his right hand to his face, a simple rag appearing in his grasp, using it to dry up some sweat before quickly dispelling it. he let out a frustrated sigh, turning his head towards the red shape moving towards him. a red fox made his next to him from the corner in which it was previously, curling up and laying in a comfortable position next to him.

"What is this? the 7th try"

The fox gave a very slight nod, seemingly to comfortable to do anything more significant, Hugo lay there for a while, watching the pieces of the golem fade away. what went wrong this time..? Conjuring things purely of his own creation, without resorting to memories, is always a tricky ordeal, but he's done it many times before with smaller things, or non living things. however, for some reason whenever Hugo tried scaling it up, and creating things with much more substantial size, it stopped being a problem of sheer effort and practice, and seemingly begun failing in several different ways, this had been yet another failure, yet more issues to fix.

"well.. progress is progress nonetheless isn't it?" he said while petting the fox.

Yet I've been making progress for a very.. very long time...

Almost an hour went by, Hugo and the fox lay there, as he went through the process in his mind, thinking of what could've gone wrong, eventually however. He got up, and with the fox to his side, begun making his way to his manor, for although none of his experiments had gone wrong for a very very long time, he still always did his major experiments in some woods to the south of the village. The way there was mostly uneventful, as he ranted to himself and to the fox, still brainstorming.

Soturi: Death of a King

I'll probably start seeing how to introduce Hugo later when i get home, although I might make a solo post first. If anyone wants to bump into him onto the near future do PM me ^^, (seeing as he lives in a fairly abandoned looking from the outside manor in a village on the outskirts of Lempea, having someone barge in wishing to hide assuming no ones there is a possibility)

Soturi: Death of a King

Hugo Vontelle

Name: Hugo Vontelle

Race: Human

Religion: Agnostic

Most common type of magic: Although Hugo, as every magi, was taught the basics of the most common types of magic, his time studying alone has lead him to forget a lot of them, focusing purely on Conjuration, a relatively new form of magic involving the temporary creation of objects and creatures.

Age: 29

Looks: Some people don't like getting nice and ready when they go out,maybe they're too busy, or just lazy, it's not unusual to see even some important people using old clothes and messy hair sometimes. Hugo however, takes that to another level. His longish blonde hair sprawls wildly upon his head, as if frozen in the state of having just woken up. his hazel eyes tend to have noticeable bags under them and his beard is kept rough

Unless obliged otherwise, Hugo's clothes consist of comfortable robes that cover his tall and lanky form, Although depending on the occasion he will swap to more formal attires, and on really important occasions, some have actually seen his hair properly combed and tied up. These peculiar looks have earned him a reputation with some of the local children, knowing him as a mad man, some even say they've seen him come out of his house with an actual birds nest upon his hair.

Personality: Some may call Hugo obsessed, maybe mad, there is some truth to that, but those people do not know Hugo. Truly, not many do, he still rarely has some visits but ever since he was moved to the village, he has spent most time with his studies and his pets. Those who do know him however, would describe him a bit differently.

Below that wild mane of his, and covered by the books and years that weigh upon him, Hugo is fairly friendly and caring, never particularly enjoying the fact that he works for such a cruel tyrant, yet weighed by the fact that he is the only one that provides him with the resources to dedicate himself to researching. periods lacking human interaction have indeed lead him a bit off, however nothing violent or worrying, his tendencies have made him grow very attached to animals, almost always keeping some small conjured creature to his side, a bird, a bunny, a rat, no matter, he cares for them more then he cares for most people, talking to them as if they are his friends.

In fact, Hugo loves his creatures, and his studies. But he still yearns for a day in which something will take him away, to study other creatures, other structures, and to share his studies with other magi in person. but the king wouldn't allow it, he has always been kept very close to the college ever since he caught the kings attention years ago. so he drowns his wish in studies. slowly filling to the brim.

will it one day be to much?

Nation you come from: Lempea

Background: Hugo's story begins like several others, in fact, a lot of magi share the same past. Raised by a loving family, his power begun springing to surface when he was still very young, and having caught the attention of guards and therefor, the king, Hugo was whisked away to Lempeas college. A haven for the powerful and brilliant, where he was taught how to properly channel and utilize his magic. slowly allowing it to blossom and, as many other magi, he was also taught how to live. For the college served not only as a way to unchain their powers, but to bring them closer to the kings will. He was taught to read, and what to read, what side of history to believe, and which books to dismiss. He was taught to hail the king almost as if a god himself, and that he was to be proud of his position under his rule.

Of course, just as many other magi, many more then one might think, time taught him to see the king's true form.

Hugo's story began to diverge from the path of the common magi at age 15, one of his professors, Gunther Olg, almost like a mentor to him, had received some books from a different college, and commented about something, a passing comment in fact, but one that caught his attention. Apparently, a new form of channeling magic had been discovered a while ago, a mixture between the properties of elemental magic, that allowed the user to bring upon the elements from their own plane into reality. and the material properties of alchemy, it had been called Conjuration, and was the art of bringing memories, and to some level imagination, into matter.

Hugo began looking through said books on his own time, and had commented with a few other professors about it, but in general it seemed to have been widely disregarded, both for the lack of research done into it at the time, and the lack of official recognition by the king, a loop of forms. few people researched it for it was not recognized, and the arch mages would not officially recognize it due to lack of trustworthy research. He began dabbling with conjuration, even though his most powerful feats consisted of summoning a short lasting pebble, the idea of bringing things into reality like that entranced him deeply. His spare time slowly became dedicated to studying Conjuration.

At age 21, Hugo created what, honestly, has been his most significant breakthrough as of today, and a few years later, would be used alongside the research of a few other magi, to officially recognize Conjuration as an important school of magic. virtually insignificant in practice, but a colossal advance conceptually, He succeed in anchoring some summoned silverware to what he called a focus. allowing it to remain conjured for as long as the focus stood. this not only caught the attention of other magi, who currently study these foci more deeply. but it caught the attention of the king.

oh, if Hugo could go back in time, he probably would have stopped him from ever making that damned focus.

The king saw potential with Hugo, but his experiments had already been causing a lot of trouble around Lampene, as failed Conjurations and other related mishaps tend to act very oddly, and commonly, violently. As a solution, he assigned Hugo to a manor, in a village south of the capitol, close enough for him to keep an eye, but far enough that the stories of rabid mutations wouldn't bother anyone the king deemed important.

And with that, Hugo's isolation began, at first, it was a fresh of breath air, new people, a new scenery, and all the space he would need. however, time passed, and the webs slowly set upon the outside of the manor. books and papers pilled up as Hugo delved into his studies, becoming attached to his own summons, and slowly, becoming a tale that kids told to others in stormy nights.

Currently, He sits in the manor, coming out only to get supplies, sometimes paying the college a visit, and reporting on his studies. slowly growing more and more frustrated with the king, more and more frustrated with his manor, the village, his life. wishing for another breath of fresh air someday, yet seeing no hope of it in his future.


Anything else you want to include: At this point, he has become so attached to the small critters he summons, that he tends to do it subconsciously, a form of stress relief and allowing for him to channel repressed emotions into them. Besides that, it is also due noting that although he is exceptional at Conjuration, he would be extremely hard pressed to remember and use other types of magic.

Soturi: Death of a King

Posted Char in the Character tab as Ryder approved it in PM,

Glad to join this RP ^^

EDIT: Or well, i will post it as soon as i stop getting errors when i press the post button xD
EDIT2: there we go

Lantern

It was fierce, like a wave crashing into him with the wrath of the oceans, burning his head in searing debilitating pain, and dragging his soul away into the depths of the ocean to spiral downwards towards a cold, hopeless end, ever drowning, ever falling.

It was quick, and just as a wave, it washed away, leaving him in the shores of emptiness, staring into nothing but a piercing light, still falling..

what was that smell..

was this death?

"eeeeeEEEEEEE!"

Lalna's eyes shot open as the scream pierced his ear, and his surroundings flooded him. where am i? his eyes drifted onto a card, fluttering towards the ground as he heard the sound of the cloth being pushed aside and hurried footsteps. slowly he raised himself to a kneel and picked up the card he was watching from amidst the others that rested on the ground. a Joker from a simple print deck. It wasn't long before his attention fell onto the embers and coals that heated a pot in a corner of the tent he found himself in.

something seemed off.. Lalna slowly stood up as he watched the embers, walking towards the warmth and allowing it to embrace him with a smile.

what is it.. He checked the pot, nothing but boiling water, someone was probably going to use it for something, maybe the one who screamed?
this light.. His expression shifted as he realized it, the room's lighting had a soft, greeninsh tint, quickly he turned around and found the source, a table, specifically, a lantern resting on it. a curious lantern infact, upon closer inspection. The sickly green light emanated from within, yet no flames burnt inside, only some sort of egg. alongside that, the lantern itself had an interesting layout, symbols and runes etched on its surface, he had never seen any like these before.. curious indeed..

his right hand slowly grasped the lantern, as thoughts flooded his mind, all of this was so foreign to him, he found himself in a tent, he had no idea how he got here, or where he quite was.. was this judgement? the thought crossed his mind but he quickly shook it away, he could not have failed Kall, his life had been dedicated to her, if he had truly died, he would've been in paradise.. surely.. Lalna decided to take the lantern, bringing it to his side, as a token of sorts, it represented this dilema he'd found himself in, in a

Bringing his left hand to the symbol upon his chest, he quickly whispered a few words in prayer, but decided not to spend to much time here, he had to figure out where he was, so lantern at his side, Lalna made his way outside the tent. towards the voices.

Lantern

Will make a post soonish ^^

Lantern

Hider

Name: Lalna

Age: 20

Appearance: Lalna was never one for manual work, as such, his frame turned quite frail, alongside that he has quite a short stature, which makes him have a fairly harmless presence. His hair is fairly long and messy, he tends to keep it in a bun so that it doesn't get into his face too much, it's black coloring matches fairly well with his hazel eyes and he has a fairly scruffy goatee. His outfits vary a fair amount, but the one he donned as he was taken into this odd realm consisted of a plain gray shirt, quite an old and worn one with a few stains of where he didn't quite manage to clean out some spilt ink. his current set of pants and belt are a bit newer, and although his boots are worn there are not any visible stains on them. The most noticeable part of his outfit however, is the garb servants of Kall wear. a crimson longcoat, with dark grey details, and the symbol of kall, a rose placed upon a crescent moon, emblazoned in it's chest.

Occupation: Wandering Artist (Musician and Painter) / Servant of Kall

Personality: True to the teachings of Kall, Lalna's mind is set to find divine beauty in even the smallest details. very commonly lost within his own thoughts or staring at the horizon, absorbing the view and finding in it the gifts Kall bestows upon mankind, seeing equal beauty in the setting sun and the crowded streets. as such he is very easily distracted and forgetful, but when he isn't staring into the beyond, he is a very friendly and trusting person, assuming that all have the flame of the divine, even if it burns weakly within.

History: Abandoned as a baby, Lalna was never given a last name, knowing only his first name as it was embroidered in the cloth he was wrapped around when he was left in the gates of a Cathedral. Raised under the teachings of Kall, A Goddess said to be the giver of life and beauty to this world, he learned since young to enjoy the details around him. He learned to paint and to play a flute since young, as the arts are considered a form of worship to Kall. Quickly he became very fond of painting, finding in it his way of feeling close to the beauty of his goddess, and a wish to use his painting as a way to immortalize the works of Kall, from the highest mountains to the smallest animals.

To his dismay, however, the priests of the Cathedral wished for him to become one of them, spreading the blessings of Kall within the walls of the Cathedral, charming villagers with works of art and grandiose speeches. Lalna knew that wasn't the fate for him, even if that meant loosing those he held close, and so, one night when he was 16, he left, taking with him only some tools for painting and his servants garb, running to make a life of his own, praising Kall in the way he found best, leaving behind his friends and the people he considered family.

Lalna spent the next years of his life travelling , making a living through selling paintings and portraits, as well as the ocasional gig at an inn. with his music he told tales of what he saw in his travels,and in selling the paintings, even if they were but a nobleman's portrait, he found a way to spread the registers of Kall's grace through out the world, in his wish to imortalize them. He made himself quite a name in some towns, and got into trouble in others, all in all, a fairly calm life of worship and arts. although soon, that would change.

Lantern

This looks like it's gonna be fun ^^

Hider

Name: Lalna

Age: 20

Appearance: Lalna was never one for manual work, as such, his frame turned quite frail, alongside that he has quite a short stature, which makes him have a fairly harmless presence. His hair is fairly long and messy, he tends to keep it in a bun so that it doesn't get into his face too much, it's black coloring matches fairly well with his hazel eyes and he has a fairly scruffy goatee. His outfits vary a fair amount, but the one he donned as he was taken into this odd realm consisted of a plain gray shirt, quite an old and worn one with a few stains of where he didn't quite manage to clean out some spilt ink. his current set of pants and belt are a bit newer, and although his boots are worn there are not any visible stains on them. The most noticeable part of his outfit however, is the garb servants of Kall wear. a crimson longcoat, with dark grey details, and the symbol of kall, a rose placed upon a crescent moon, emblazoned in it's chest.

Occupation: Wandering Artist (Musician and Painter) / Servant of Kall

Personality: True to the teachings of Kall, Lalna's mind is set to find divine beauty in even the smallest details. very commonly lost within his own thoughts or staring at the horizon, absorbing the view and finding in it the gifts Kall bestows upon mankind, seeing equal beauty in the setting sun and the crowded streets. as such he is very easily distracted and forgetful, but when he isn't staring into the beyond, he is a very friendly and trusting person, assuming that all have the flame of the divine, even if it burns weakly within.

History: Abandoned as a baby, Lalna was never given a last name, knowing only his first name as it was embroidered in the cloth he was wrapped around when he was left in the gates of a Cathedral. Raised under the teachings of Kall, A Goddess said to be the giver of life and beauty to this world, he learned since young to enjoy the details around him. He learned to paint and to play a flute since young, as the arts are considered a form of worship to Kall. Quickly he became very fond of painting, finding in it his way of feeling close to the beauty of his goddess, and a wish to use his painting as a way to immortalize the works of Kall, from the highest mountains to the smallest animals.

To his dismay, however, the priests of the Cathedral wished for him to become one of them, spreading the blessings of Kall within the walls of the Cathedral, charming villagers with works of art and grandiose speeches. Lalna knew that wasn't the fate for him, even if that meant loosing those he held close, and so, one night when he was 16, he left, taking with him only some tools for painting and his servants garb, running to make a life of his own, praising Kall in the way he found best, leaving behind his friends and the people he considered family.

Lalna spent the next years of his life travelling , making a living through selling paintings and portraits, as well as the ocasional gig at an inn. with his music he told tales of what he saw in his travels,and in selling the paintings, even if they were but a nobleman's portrait, he found a way to spread the registers of Kall's grace through out the world, in his wish to imortalize them. He made himself quite a name in some towns, and got into trouble in others, all in all, a fairly calm life of worship and arts. although soon, that would change.

Of Gunpowder and Grit (Steampunk Fantasy, Seeking Co-Op)

I'm here, just waiting for Roxim to be back ^^

Of Gunpowder and Grit (Steampunk Fantasy, Seeking Co-Op)

Character Name: Caesar Tyrius Veln

Sex|gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing 5'7 tall, Caesar is quite handsome with a well trimmed beard, nicely kept brown hair matching his hazel eyes, his stature emanates the confidence of someone who knows what he wants and will do what it takes to have it. His outfits vary, from coats, vests or just plain shirts, but he is almost never seen without a scarf and a cane.

Distinguishing features: Always displays his Rose somewhere in his outfit, be it in the pocket of his suit, coat, tied in his scarf, hanging like a pendant, or any other way.

Age: 28

Occupation: Owner of the Silver rose

Crime: Human trafficking ( Guilty ) accessory to murder and torture ( Guilty )

Starting Equipment: Double-Barrel flintlock pistol

Personal Items: A Rose delicately crafted out of silver and golden details, with the symbol of the silver rose engraved in it's petals, varying from languages and styles in each of the petals. only four other people in the kingdom have roses like these, being made for the high management of the Silver rose.

Personality: Caesar is quite friendly for someone in his position, although maybe not for the best of reasons, A life dealing with the best and worst of Algria has taught him that the best contacts come from the weirdest places, so you should never turn someone down before first seeing if they come of use. but regardless of his demeanor, his lust for power always comes first, and he wouldn't hesitate to throw his friends under the bus if it helps him reach his goals.


Character Quest: get revenge upon those who were involved in his arrest, primarily the four others that posssess roses like his, including Kolton, and find a way to once more have power and wealth.

Bio: Son of Ronald Veln, head of Veln industries and Sarah Ahlia Tyr, a wealthy merchant, Caesar spent his early days in Algria being raised in a life of wealth, since young he was set to become the next head in line for the his fathers family company, famous for it's precisely crafted weaponry, used mostly by nobles due to their aesthetic value. However, it seemed luck had something else up it's sleeve.

Supposed to inherit the company at age 30, Caesar found himself venturing into another business at age 23, specifically, he brought upon the attention of a wealthy investor called Kolton mcroy, who, seeing the advantages of having ties to both the Tyr family and the Veln family, decided to invest in Caesar. together they brought upon the creation of The Silver rose envisioned by Caeser, a fantastic place which offered the most luxurious parties, with it's magnificent visuals, highest quality cuisine and the best men and women one could expect.

It didn't take much for it to become a booming business, as it became a sensation among the wealthiest, and most noble people in Algria, many would travel from their comfortable mansions just for a night in the Silver rose, but Caesar wanted more, still shadowed by his parents fortune, and with ambition coursing through his veins, he used contacts with some of Algrias most dangerous families, and set up something extra for the Silver rose. and so, underneath this palace of sin and luxury they had built, a trade route of slaves and bodies was set up. facilitated by the lack of public access to the area, as it was exclusive to only the most powerful, and some bribes here and there helped to.

At age 27 Caesar and the rose were at their highest, his fortune kept growing ever closer to his parents, and soon he would inherit Veln industries as well, making him one of the richest people in the land. But, as always is, what fortune gives, fortune takes away. and as he neared his 28th birthday, he got into an argument with Kolton and his other three business partners, they wanted bigger shares off the slave trading, as most of that money was given to Caesar, and Caesar, blinded by his lust for fortune, laughed at them, as they left frustrated, with one warning being ushered by them as they left. "you'll regret this"

and in fact, he did. the night before his birthday, as preparations were being made for one of the biggest parties he had ever thrown. Officials barged into his mansion, taking him arrested, his schemes revealed, he watched as despite all his efforts and wealth they sentenced him to the gallows, power stripped from him, his life was over. or so he thought. it seemed lady luck had smiled upon him once more, as a prisoner outbreak occurred while he was awaiting his fate, grasping the opportunity, Caesar joined many others in the Bastards Bastion, with a newly refreshed wish for revenge, and power.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=nozJHtuautU&featur..

RP Example: It was Beautiful, the finest craftsmanship his fortune could afford back then, perfectly made to resemble a blooming rose, it shone under the sunlight with it's golden linings and the logo of the Silver rose engraved in it. it felt cold to his touch, but it seethed in memories and emotions. Caeser begun spinning the rose slowly in his grasp, as his mind drifted to not so long ago, the days in which he had it all, but all good things must come to an end, mustn't they?.

Something in him wished he had never gotten involved in what he had, but those waters are long gone now, fortune has given him a second chance. emerging from his thoughts, He was looking through a window in the airship he found himself in, with people he barely knew. he wondered if any of them knew of the Silver rose, no, none of them looked the type, at least from what he could tell. he hadn't really been paying much attention.

giving another glace out the window, he sighed, truly fate had given him another chance, and he wasn't going to let it slip. he'd have his revenge, and if he couldn't have the Silver rose, then no one could. gripping the cane at his side, and storing the rose carefully at his coats pocket, he took a deep breath and turned around. walking away from the window, trying to lock away the thought that bothered him the most, for fortune had given him a second chance, but what fortune gives, fortune takes away.