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6 yrs ago
What is even the point of pineapples on pizza? You might as well throw strawberries or apples on it too. I mean that's what I would do if I knew I had shit taste lol.
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6 yrs ago
It feels good to be back on this site after so many months. Military life is exhausting.
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7 yrs ago
"Yeah man, I'm actually being smart with my scholarship money. I'm saving it instead of buying things out of impulse like other people." *buys a pair of Yeezys the next day*
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7 yrs ago
I just want to be apart of an RP that actually ends. You know, without everyone dropping out.
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7 yrs ago
Steam sale is here. There goes my wallet.
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Desmark Zepertes / Male / 22



Appearance
Desmark is fortunate enough to possess his father's rough looks on him as he is often regarded as having a good poker-face. A-top his head, is a thick set of brown and dusty nestled to complement his ragged appearance. He is of medium height along with long and hooked nose of his household along with board facial features. His eyes are dark blue, often regarded as a piercing blue and crystal-like color. Desmark overall has fair skin and looks intelligent as he is in actuality.

Personality
Though he has a poker face, Desmark could easily be described as an obsessive-compulsive, and a very stubborn one at that as he becomes easily angered when things don't go the way he wishes to. Many may say this is due to his upbringing as a privileged noble, though he himself believes he gets it from his mother. Many of his impulsive behaviors are often things he regrets as he reflects on afterward, though he learns from his mistakes quite easily. His demeanor also often also comes across as boastful, making him unlikable by many, though that is not his intention. Desmark is a man who can easily come off as 'smarter-than-thou' due to being a young medical practitioner, though can often back up what he says. Seeing death however has made him fear losing the life of those who he becomes fond of and tries his best to save lives. He is also witty and at times, quite humorous though only rarely as well as quiet and reserved, although not entirely submissive. Desmark also lives by a code, and often has trouble breaking his own rules though has learned to pass his limits at times.

Background
Born as Desmark of the noble house of Zepertes, son of Gretyr, this charming young lad was born into the fortunate turn of events as a nobleman and like many of his forefathers and relatives who lived before him, he was predisposed to a life of easy simplicity, or so he thought. Though born privilege, he could not say he had a life of ease for he was born to a stubborn and hardened father who like many good fathers, challenged him to a life of becoming a hardened and soon-to-be honorable man, waiting to make a name for himself. Though he was the eighth-born son, his father encouraged him to take initiate himself in a intuitive manner despite knowing he could not own the lands of his older brothers. One young and eager boy, who was often told the tales of great knights and warriors who participated in the many battles during his father's time, could've easily conditioned themselves to live a life of soldiery and rigorous training, Desmark focused his attention on becoming a scholar.

Though training quite as often as many pages his age, often catering to knights they had admired and aspired to be, Desmark would usually spend his time buried underneath his books, studying anatomy and often reading about the 'Old World', as many authors refer to it as. It was a world Desmark often mesmerized of, one world of a great technological renaissance, where many historians often romanticized though never truly knew of. It was never a great knight or warrior Desmark wished to become, but an intellectual as the many he once read of in the old world and the ones who lived during the time after the events which destroyed it. He never quite caught in interest in swordsmanship though he has some experience in the field due to growing up as of a noble household who at his youth, was trained to become a knight at the time prior to choosing his career in the medical field.

And so, at the age of thirteen, just having received his title of being a 'squire', Desmark, under the supervision and approval of his father, moved away from home and boarded himself at the University, where his formal training in medicine would begin. The University was not quite was he expected, being rather small and conservative, not quite what he expected from what he read about in his youthful days. Though being quite a few years younger than most, many scholars noted him for being rather intelligent, far ahead of those his age and often beyond, though he was still a boy and not often taken seriously. This was something Desmark had to deal with as he grew to show his competence in this meritocracy and thus name a small name for himself as a young man, destined to be a great contributor in the intellectual world.

It was at age twenty where the University granted him his credentials to consider himself a competent doctor and although he had traveled to many places, he had still not known the real world. It is in these two years that Desmark decided to travel outside of the intellectual world he had grown accustomed to, in the pursuit of wisdom and experience, awaiting what life had to offer him before making a name for himself as a doctor. Desmark hopes to complete his life goals, as he always dreamt of in his youth.

Motivation
Ever since Desmark was young, he always had aspired to make a name for himself despite being the eighth born son of his noble family household, destined for nothing but soldiery, priesthood, or an academic. After choosing the life of an academic intellectual, ready to pick the ripped fruits of knowledge to help the world. Desmark chooses to live the life of a scholarly and philosophical intellectual, enriched with wisdom and experience - though he has quite a long way to go.

Equipment

Weapons:

  • One handed sword.
  • One blue-painted shield.
  • One sturdy Longbow.
  • Thirty arrows.
  • One long dagger strapped to his belt.
  • Three hidden knives: One he keeps in his boot, one he keeps in his shirt, and another hidden in his left sleeve.


Armor:

  • Light boiled leather armor.
  • Light brown and green clothing.
  • Basic cape and hood.


Equipment:

  • A sturdy, medium-sized backpack.
  • Basic Medical tools.
  • Herbs and medicine to perform basic surgery.
  • Four medical books.
  • Small pickaxe.
  • Food to last a few days.


Traits
Medic - You can perform basic first-aid to a certain degree of skill. +2
Doctor - You have extensive experience in more advanced medical operations. +3
Scholar - You are an expert in some "scientific" field. +3
Intelligent - You are naturally smart. +2
Learned - You are literate and have a relatively advanced education, in comparison to the common man. +2
Ranged Weapons - You are skilled in the operation of bows, crossbows, or perhaps even javelins or slings. +2
Light Armors - You are comfortable in leather, chain and scale armors. +1
Observant - You are better at noticing traps, as well as your enemies' weaknesses. +1

Clumsy - You are a klutz. -1
Myopic - You have bad eyesight. -1
Abrasive - You are rude, and generally disliked for it. -1
Skittish - You frighten easily, and have trouble keeping your cool in stressful situations.-2
Hot-Headed - It is sometimes difficult for you to think clearly. -2
Slow - You cannot move quickly. -2
Sorry, I'll get to writing my character before sending it tomorrow since I didn't expect myself to be busy.
I am writing a character right now, though I have questions regarding government. Seeing that there are knights, I assume that whatever kingdoms that are in this world are feudalistic. If not, what type of government would run what's left of society? It would help me write my character.
I'll probably write that CS sometime tomorrow since I'm free then.
A small drop of blood trickled down from Amiartys's slightly bruised neck where the markings of Amelia's hands had just been only a few seconds before. He had known that feeling of being strangled once, though that was many years ago when he was younger in age and in spirit. One moment he had tried to amiably control a situation that could have gotten out of hand, the next, he had completely lost that control, leaving Amelia to gasp not only that very heated incident but a tight gasp around Amiarty's neck. Her speed was impeccable, her strike against his pale neck, firm and elegant as she was. Amelia had a tight and very uncomfortable grip around his neck, her fingernails lightly digging into his skin and her hands as tight as steel around his neck. He looked into at her and saw nothing in her face but disappointment and deep into her piercing radiant eyes, Amelia looked at Amiartys as a predator so looks into its prey and in that moment, he understood true fear. Amiartys felt vulnerable in that moment, yet there was nothing he could do in that moment, he didn't resist. He knew that she wouldn't kill him over something as what he considered as frivolous as this though leaders seldom should miss the opportunity to discipline wrong-doers and in that moment, he understood why she did it.

She held him with her left arm, lifting him from the ground as if he were as light as some helpless infant, her hands crushing his throat as he subtly struggled against her might. Though despite this, there was no use in even trying, her hands were both as cold and hard as steel. She even appeared to not be straining from lifting Amiartys, even with his gear on that made him a few pounds heavier. Amelia was quite un-ordinarily strong as the rumors had mentioned, then again Amelia was a very un-ordinary vampire. Amiartys throughout his long life had always been told the tales of the Elders and their vigorous ferocity in battle though he had not witnessed it himself until later in his life in the many wars he had so loyally fought for Nocturne, though never expecting such power to be pointed in his direction. The soldiers during the times of war had circulated rumors that an Elder had strange physical prowess over ordinary people and seldom were rumors ever refuted.

Amiartys took Amelia's words and advice with the utmost consideration, for this easily could've been his last. He was even graciously wanted to thank her for her complement on his appearance as she examined him as if he were some sort of specimen. He smiled at her despite his face turning from crisp red to now a light blue. Amiartys could see that Amelia was almost, as some would say, amused with torturing him. Perhaps it was her way of flirting with him and it was something Amiartys had always grown to be used to though never quite in this manner. After grinning at her, Amelia released the grip she so tightly had over his neck, letting Amiartys almost stumble onto the ground had he not been caught by Mycandros.

“I do apologize, my lady.” Mycandros had so apologetically said to her, wanting to drop to his knees if he had not caught Amiartys. He help Amiartys back on his feet and dragged him several paces backward. Quietly, he then apologized to Amiartys. "I am so sorry sir. I would have tried to protect you, Amiartys, bu-"

"You and I would've been dead in this very council hall, of all places to die." He struggled to admit though not because he didn't want to, but because of his struggle to even breathe. "I'm glad you at least understand that." Amiartys managed to say in light-hearted tone. He then cleared his throat before looking towards Commodry, seeing that he and Amelia exchanged a brief look before Amelia turned away. Commodry had always been a cowardly boy, though he appeared to be rather calm and tranquil with Amelia's presence and had a look of admiration towards her, smiling even as she was walking away. Of all people, Commodry seemed to have developed a fond liking to this Elder woman who he had ever saw the privilege of seeing for himself. Amiartys took a few seconds to recover himself and turned back to the giant man who he had just tried to defend earlier. "I do apologize again for what happened earlier, some of my men need to know their place." He turned to Mycandros, who then smiled sheepishly. "Now. What was your name again?"

"Hatuum. Just... Hatuum. There's nothing more to add to my name." He replied, though there was a strange pause as if to say that he was nothing more than just some soldier. He was modest, which Amiartys could respect. "So... a mercenary leader ? May I ask what you do exactly ?" He asked.

"I attend to matters that require my expertise and with a generous amount of coins and both I and my men will be loyal to those who employ us like many other mercenary companies. We mainly focus our business in Nocturne for now and though we are small, we comprise of the best men in these lands and beyond, with the exception of a few." He turned to Commodry, seeing that his eyes were still fixated on Amelia. "And you, Hatuum, what is your profession?" He asked, though he already knew that answer in some form.

@Fetzen




Arielle could not remember what she had dreamt about earlier though she could tell by her mood before abruptly waking up that it was a good dream like the ones she typically had whenever she had slept in a recreational manner during these tedious council meetings. She woke up to the sound of stumbling, only to realize that someone who looked like Amiartys, the mercenary leader who had fought along side both her father and grandfather, had just taken a considerable blow from Amelia though she had not known why.

"What just happened, Contentos? Is that Amiartys?" She turned to her older adviser, who had been pinching the bridge of his nose frustratingly. He was a man no older than sixty and was a hardened veteran of the many battles he had fought alongside Arielle's father many years ago, something Arielle had always been told of since her youth. Though burdened by old age, he carried with him a strong appearance he had conditioned since youth. An excellent swordsman as proven many times in battle as shown by the scar that dragged along his face, just barely missing his eyeball. "Did something exciting finally happen during these boring meetings for once?"

"Yes and yes, madam, that is him. I have not seen him in three years. I'm also afraid you have missed that very opportunity of something you consider 'interesting'. May I remind you that you are in a very important council meeting?" Contentos lectured her silently.

"Yes, yes." She said annoyingly. "And when something interesting finally occurs, you don't even bother to wake me." She groaned before wiping the saliva she had left on her boiled leather forearm on her legs.

"I was afraid of what repercussions that might ensue in the event that I should awake you after your 'peaceful' slumber." He reminded her of what happened last time.

"Oh" She caught on. "I never quite expected you to be a man living in fear of anyone." She said teasingly, knowing that he was a proud man.

"I do not, Baroness. Only strong women with a passion to discipline at a moment's notice." He replied, though Arielle could not tell whether or not Contentos was referring to either her or Amelia. They both watched as the meeting progressed.
I'll work on my post tonight btw and will be officially posted either today or tomorrow since I didn't get any sleep last night due to finals lol.
@Fetzen
He's a big guy.

I really hope this doesn't die. I'll try to write up a character after my finals tomorrow.
Very good posts! I'll try to write after my finals tomorrow.
I have been busy with school and already am participating in two RPs. I'll try to get around to it afterwards this Thursday.
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