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Yeah, sorry I've been absent (or rather AFK-ing like a sonovabitch). Life has seen fit to just openly shit all over my head lately.

-Apartment building now has bedbugs. Ergo, I now have bedbugs.
-Now working nights.
-INVOLUNTARY OVERTIME DURING THE DAY, AFTER NIGHT SHIFT.
-Fall-arrest training. Because now, apparently, I work on fucking bridges.
-Had an umbilical hernia last year. Had it stitched back together. Found out recently they apparently missed a second one further up my gut. Not fun.

I'll try and get a post up sometime in the morn', with Cai sneaking down into the cellar after spying Leo's unconscious, bloodied form being dragged down that way. Maybe write him in looking around for some bludgeoning implement while he's down there.

Hey guys, apparently I'm on board now so, uh... hi.

Shall we start "Colluding", "Collaborating" or whatever the heck the kids call it these days?




Age: 12
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 138 lbs
Physique: Broad-shouldered and strong, the build of someone who's done nothing but hard labour their entire life.
Complexion: Caucasian, though heavily tanned from years spent working outdoors.
Immunities: Fire, Fatigue, The Cold.
Weaknesses: Incredibly stubborn and short-tempered, Cai does not easily give up or give in even when he really, really should, often leading him into situations way over his head. It was in fact these traits that made him angrily part ways with Arthur in his past life and led him to his death.

Titles & Feats: None as of yet.

Basic Personality: Sharp-tongued, strong-willed and clever in the worst possible way, to those who don't know him, Cai comes across as a cold-hearted, sarcastic asshole. Those that do know him however, know that beneath his harsh exterior lies a young man with a big heart; one who wordlessly drops things pilfered from his field work into their morning porridge when the Overseers aren't looking (wild berries mostly, the occasional herb when they're looking ill), who helps them out with their daily chores when he can to spare them the lash and who may or may not have been the one who fed and cared for some of the younger slaves when they were very little (which may or may not have also involved piggybacks, bedtime stories and 'upsies' when the other slaves his age weren't looking), leaving them to see him more as an abrasive, yet pradoxically doting older brother.

Psychological/Social Issues: In his past life, Cai died feeling angry and betrayed by Arthur, which manifests itself as open disdain for the younger boy in his present incarnation... and a profound, but unspoken sadness that he cannot explain.

Appearance: Though broad-shouldered and strong for his age, Cai doesn't stand out too much from the other slaves; with a shaved head, a pair of heavily calloused hands and the constant presence of dirt beneath his short fingernails. He does, however, raise a few brows with the countless scars on his back, chest and shoulders wrought on him by the lash that are always in plain view as the only clothes he has are a pair of sackcloth pants.

Natural Abilities:

Warrior of Prydain: An echo of his past self; though he naturally prefers a sword, nearly anything Cai can get a hold of can become a deadly weapon in his hands... not that those hands themselves should be underestimated either.

Unrelenting: To call Cai 'tough' would be a vast understatement. To put it bluntly; Cai will not tire, will not give up and will simply keep coming until he's either victorious, dead, knocked out or has his attention forced elsewhere.

Power:

A Fire Within (Stage One): Within Cai burns a supernatural flame, constantly fueling his body, ensuring he never tires and causing him to radiate an unnatural heat. This fire burns any wounds he takes shut and welds any bones he breaks back together again... though it is far from a perfect cure-all; the process leaves behind grisly scars and cannot regrow lost limbs. And should his head part company with his neck, he would be dead as anyone else.

Companion: None as of yet.

Relations:
Hmm... I gots me an idea, if you'll humour me-

Sir Kay.

Not Monmouth's grumpy, incompetent asshole mind you, but the original from the Welsh Mabinogion who would've ripped Lancelot limb-from-limb for so much as laying a finger on his foster-brother's wife.





Age: 12
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 138 lbs
Physique: Broad-shouldered and strong, the build of someone who's done nothing but hard labour their entire life.
Complexion: Caucasian, though heavily tanned from years spent working outdoors.
Immunities: Fire, Fatigue, The Cold.
Weaknesses: Incredibly stubborn and short-tempered, Cai does not easily give up or give in even when he really, really should, often leading him into situations way over his head. It was in fact these traits that made him angrily part ways with Arthur in his past life and led him to his death.

Titles & Feats: None as of yet.

Basic Personality: Sharp-tongued, strong-willed and clever in the worst possible way, to those who don't know him, Cai comes across as a cold-hearted, sarcastic asshole. Those that do know him however, know that beneath his harsh exterior lies a young man with a big heart; one who wordlessly drops things pilfered from his field work into their morning porridge when the Overseers aren't looking (wild berries mostly, the occasional herb when they're looking ill), who helps them out with their daily chores when he can to spare them the lash and who may or may not have been the one who fed and cared for some of the younger slaves when they were very little (which may or may not have also involved piggybacks, bedtime stories and 'upsies' when the other slaves his age weren't looking), leaving them to see him more as an abrasive, yet pradoxically doting older brother.

Psychological/Social Issues: In his past life, Cai died feeling angry and betrayed by Arthur, which manifests itself as open disdain for the younger boy in his present incarnation... and a profound, but unspoken sadness that he cannot explain.

Appearance: Though broad-shouldered and strong for his age, Cai doesn't stand out too much from the other slaves; with a shaved head, a pair of heavily calloused hands and the constant presence of dirt beneath his short fingernails. He does, however, raise a few brows with the countless scars on his back, chest and shoulders wrought on him by the lash that are always in plain view as the only clothes he has are a pair of sackcloth pants.

Natural Abilities:

Warrior of Prydain: An echo of his past self; though he naturally prefers a sword, nearly anything Cai can get a hold of can become a deadly weapon in his hands... not that those hands themselves should be underestimated either.

Unrelenting: To call Cai 'tough' would be a vast understatement. To put it bluntly; Cai will not tire, will not give up and will simply keep coming until he's either victorious, dead, knocked out or has his attention forced elsewhere.

Power:

A Fire Within (Stage One): Within Cai burns a supernatural flame, constantly fueling his body, ensuring he never tires and causing him to radiate an unnatural heat. This fire burns any wounds he takes shut and welds any bones he breaks back together again... though it is far from a perfect cure-all; the process leaves behind grisly scars and cannot regrow lost limbs. And should his head part company with his neck, he would be dead as anyone else.

Companion: None as of yet.

Relations:

(As for what happened between Arthur and Cai in their past lives? Well, I've been racking my head, mixing and matching the various Arthurian myths and would like to propose something that I think would be pretty decent for RP's sake.)

Yeah, sorry about my no-showedness, I've been a little busy lately; Work might have me packing up and moving out west in the next few weeks so I've been running around dealing with family, packing and making sure my car can make the journey and haven't had much time to sit down and type out a decent post.

I'll try to have one up today. <_<;
What do you say that we meet up with Urien in the slum we're about to enter, then? We can say that he had grown concern about the recent occurrences in Ebb and decided to check into the matter himself, having unluckily not become aware of the mayor's printed help-wanted advert. He seems like a fairly smart guy, so it's not unreasonable to think that he'd find his way down here, following the advice of the locals as to where the central plumbing system lay.


Sounds like a plan, let's go with it. =D
Why is errone either terribly interested with Marianne or terribly scared of her?

I suck at building characters, ask Lugu. Lugu knows.


Well in all fairness, Urien spent a good chunk of his life trying not to get killed by Snow Elves in Tourmaline, and another other good chunk of it killing them right back; If there's anyone that has a reason not to like Marianne right off the bat, it's probably him. That said, it could make for some interesting back and forth banter between him and Ricard- The smartass gunman with a chip on his shoulder and no love for elves and the gruff warrior wolf that scorns everything that isn't Elvish.

Laughs'd be had all around if they don't kill eachother.

Well, all things considered, it'd probably be better for Urien to go with the above-ground team seeing as how they're fewer in number and as far as I can tell, don't really have a tank with them.

So let's go with that.

Edit: Also updated Uri's appearance, now that I'm not completely sleep-deprived.
Sweeeeet... I'll throw Uri up onto the Character List. As for how to logically get him out into the IC; Not gonna lie, I'm a little stumped, though I can think of a few good possibilities off the top of my head.

-As a last-minute addition briefed seperately for fear he might see the Snow Elf and walk out.

-As a hired gun brought on board by the surface team to even out the numbers.

-Or as an unmentioned survivor of the first expedition, or someone privately hired to find their corpses.

Of course I'm just spitballing here and am always open to suggestion.

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