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The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Anastasia Velcroth, the pious huntress

We are the vanguard of God's retribution, and shall cleanse this land of it's plague of sin.

Anastasia Velcroth

Age: 38

Weapon of choice:

Judgement and Wraith

*Elegent embroided blunderbuss
*Custom silver poleaxe

Armor of choice:

An ornamental steel chestplate hugs her chest, golden lines forming the Ballanger family crest in the centre, protecting her along with plain steel bracers, greaves, plate boots and small shoulder guards.

Beneath she wears a thick dark leather attire that covers nearly all of her body save her hands.

Over it all she wears a flowing black silk cloak and a pilgrim top hat, presenting an image closer to a lady knight on parade than a fierce, gruff hunter. The pious outfit a central part of her public image.

Personality:

In public Ani is kind and determined, fair and firm, a pious lady that goes against everything a hunter or family muscle is often seen to be.

Ever since joining the Ballanger family as a personnal hunter and enforcer, Anastasia has gone out of her way to promote a heroic image, using common con man tactics to make her seem more virtuous than the situation actually is. Be it agitating groups of vampires at innocent families and then coming to their defence at just the right moment, giving peasent land owners "discounts" from jacked up prices, or even staging a mock argument before them, defending them against the greedy estate dealer to get them a better deal.

In her spare time she marches through the political world, preaching a pious image of hunters, extoling them to be virtuous defenders, praising the level headedness and generosity of her patron family, and even actively donating and promoting charitable work for the poor, presenting herself as a defender of the common man. In battle she is tactical and fierce, leading heroic charges against dark forces, or so she pays the bards to say.

Beneath her public persona, she is a cold, weary monster like any other, nihilistic and ruthless, but not sadistic, though she adores anything dramatic that might peak her interest in her grey life. What warmth she has she reserves soley for her patron family, holding a devotional love for her patrons. For them she does anything, assassination, sabotage, political machinations. Their personnal "hell hound", shrouded in the cloak of God.

History:

Nobody knows where she came from, a foriegnor hired out of the blue by the Ballanger family, immediately proving her swordhand in the hunter community when she lead a raid on a notorious vampire compound in the forests. All that is known is that in little time she became a notable political voice, starting a new minor trend of pious disciline among the hunters, even establishing her own personal guard of devout fighters, for now only consisting of 10.

Known as the Blessed Ballanger Guard, they wear a signature black and gold leather armor (designed by Villiame), faces shrouded, doning her iconic pilgrim hat, a fanatical uptight lot that patrol the estates of the Ballangra family, spreading her piety.

Many among the hunter community resent her presence, the lower ranks seeing her as a killjoy and veteran hunters eyeing her as little more than a paper soldier, a pretty face riding on the fears and hopes of the oppressed commoners, a sham.

They're only half right.

Strengths:

Unholy strength: A wolf in sheeps clothing.

Stealth: Years before in the criminal world has given her some raiding skills.

Swordwomen: Although in public she bears her righteous poleaxe, she's actually skilled in the longsword, and knows her way with it.

Politician: Years as a con have proven useful in the court.

Weaknesses:

Drama queen: Intoxicated by her newfound popularity, she never misses a chance to show off her "virtues", earning the resentment of many.

Hysterical: To cross her is to invite a blind fury that she often trips over.

Coward: She has no concept of honor and no shame in running when victory is not assured, pushing others in harms way.

Not a hunter: Anastasia has very little experience actually fighting monsters firsthand, more of a manhunter at best, and will delegate the actual hunting to others. And take all the credit.

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

Whoops accidental double post.

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

Work in progress, written on mobile, tldrs will/can be provoded.

Devrona Felgrim, Shield Mom

Name: Devrona Felgrim

"PEOPLE DEPEND ON YOU. DO YOUR F&%&ING JOB!"

Alias(es): Tomato (for her near constant neon red glow), The "Beserker" Secretary, Office B@tch.

Gender: Female

Race: Orc

Age: 35

Rank: E(?)

Personality:

Most who come in brief contact with her would think she was a massive jerk, literally seething with rage, pushing her way past everyone where she walked, hoarse and loud in voice, rude, blunt, -nagging-.

Yet most veterans of the guild would counter that, despite her aweful mannerisms, she is in fact one of the kindest and most caring souls in the guild, literally braving rough terrain and battles personally to make sure an adventurers paperwork was done properly or spending sleepless nights rescuing them from legal pitfalls. Lately, she's outright joining the lower ranks on poorly prepared missions, assisting them in what way she can, out of her own pocket and without compensation.

In fact, Devrona was rarely genuinly angry, just incredibly stressed. Since a fatal accident in her childhood, she carried with her a deep anxiety that penetrated the core of her being day and night, a paranoid, guilt-ridden perfectionism that once paralysed her into melancholy, but now serves as a source of endurance and tenacity.

She has no times for politics, politeness, or bullshit. She has a job to do and -it will get done-. She has a duty to these heroes, a duty she sees as borderline religious in fufilling.

Outside of work, which is rare considering her workaholism, she is reserved and stoic, affording herself few moments of relaxation, save some drinks to calm her nerves and her smoke pipe

History:

Born from a Pack of arcane scholars, Devrona had a natural, energetic curiosity that any practioner of magic should carry, but temper quickly. For undisciplined curiosity drowned the tiger cub, as the saying goes.

This desire, combined with an early need to excel, lead to an incident wherein, during her training years in adolescence, she snuck into her instructor's private library and copied down what she believed a wonderful spell, something she could use to show off her hard work and ability.

When the day came to present their progress in basic spells, she began the advanced spell, but mispronounced the letters, creating a horrible explosion that consummed her instructor and half her pack. She survived with horrible burns over her body, but recovered. Too shocked to explain what happened, the accident was accepted as a tragic misfortune and left at that. After all, magic was always dangerous business, Storm knew.

Still, the rest of her remaining pack shunned her, and she fell into a deep anxiety, too scared of even practicing, let alone casting, any magic or doing anything risky or responsible. She fell into a depression, lethargic and apathetic, just barely passing her required tests and failing her Rite of Passage, a pathetic dead-weight.

She was exiled and kicked out of her city, given basic clothing, some rations, and a sharp knife, with whispers to "Let Storm take her shame". Lacking the will to lay down and die or follow the advice, she wandered aimlessly on the open road, eventually running into a gang of brigands and taken prisoner with little resistance.

Some time after she was saved by a band of heroes. One of them, an old veteran, took the emotionless orc teenager under his care. He knew that look of deep self-loathing, that many a good person or survivor carried. He raised her and brought her out of her despair, taught her to carry her demons not as burdens, but as sources of willpower, as sources of energy to push her to redeem herself in her own eyes.

Though still full of anxiety and fear of failure, she was no longer dead inside.

She became a faithful servant on his adventures, picking up utility magic and even mace and shield.

Later the veteran and his orc companion arrived in Swynport, joining the Iron Rose guild in its early years. Old and weary in his years, he fell into illness and infirmy after a nasty mission with a goblin infestation, yet had little coin to his name, much of it spent on maintenance and merriment in their travels. The payment for his last mission had been delayed due to missing paperwork, the leaderless guild a bureaucratic mess in it's initial years. He was going to die because of incompetence, she felt helpless, and furious.

Despite countless days and nights spent fighting the system and waiting in the guilds halls, the man died in bed before his treatment could be procured.

During her struggle, she bore witness to the same tragedy befalling countless other adventurers, be it missing documents, mishandlings, bad intel, poor training, or countless other stupidities.

She could have gone on a rampage then in her grief, but for his memory she did better, and joined the administration branch of the guild, working tirelessly through sleepless nights to learn the legal technicalities needed to do her job and beyond. Reading, writing, mathematics, the arcane wording of ancient city customs, ect. Never would she allow another adventurer to fall to misfortune out of someone's incompetence.

The people working in the guilds E-ranks hated her, for she often not only worked overtime without pay in her own profession, rising through the ranks to become borderline senior leader without the pay, rank, or political responsibility, taking the bottom work into her own hands too often, but, everytime she would encounter a hurdle due to anyone not meeting her high standards, she would personally learn their job and do it for them, then report them to their superiors.

The leadership loved her, and adventurers even more, for she saw each one, from the lowest D-ranks to the highest, as a reflection of her friend, and went out of her way to make sure they were prepared and taken care of for what missions lay ahead, even if she was absurdly bothersome about it. She even outright paid for the medical costs and maintenance of some unlucky adventurers, for her boundless workaholism afforded her little time for luxury and she had saved a fortune, and gave it freely.

Lately, she's taken to volunteering on dangerous or poorly prepared missions given to the lower ranks, picking up her old mace and shield. While normally this would be forbidden and grounds to be fired, E-ranks taking on missions being seen as a form of corruption due to their internal access, this was overlooked due to pretty much everyone desiring her to get the hell out of the office.

Magic:

Buffs: Throughout her early years as an assistant to a grizzled old veteran, she picked up and improved on her novice skills in the arcane, learning a variety of utility spells that boosted some aspect of the receipient or provided a boon, such as hardened skin, nightvision, resistance to the elements, increased speed, and so on.

She even picked up a method of transmitting a weaker version of the spell around her, aura spells.

Conjuration: Devrona has picked up some minor ability in conjuration, able to summon food and letters from her personal storage across moderate distances, and vice versa.

Healing: What utility mage would go into battle without a basic catalogue of healing, curing, and resistance spells?

Though she's not as natural as a priest, only able to heal minor wounds, she has specialized in curing ailments that commonly befall adventurers in combat or travel.

Skills:

Mace and Board: She has moderate ability in wielding a heavy metal stone on a stick and taking some knockback while blocking.

First aid: You quickly learn to sew and stitch after some years on the road.

Legal knowledge: After years of struggling with bureaucracy, Devrona has an indepth knowledge of legal custom throughout Rhode, including the most obscure laws, handy for finding a loophole for an adventurer stuck in the court over property damage or some nonsense.

Equipment: A common suit of iron armor, an iron mace and shield. Oiling and repair kits.

First aid kits.

Scrolls for spell assistance.

Rations.

Maps.

Enchanted documents on legality, lore, history, monster knowledge, medical knowledge, ect, that compress the information to a few pages, the words needed summoned to the page at will.

Climbing gear. You -always- need it.

A set of plain wear and necessities (pants, shirt, hygenics, ect)

Extra: She has a weak spot for lemon-cakes.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Awesome, I can't wait! I can adjust any character details as needed btw.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

@Nymeria Either/or. Was planning female, but I can do male if need be.

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

@SilverDawn Makes sense! Im open to filling any roles that are needed, what kind of type would be best for the narrative?

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

@Nymeria Howdy there! Saw your rp gig in the general interest thread and followed it here. So much lore written! I can see dedication and care were put in.

I wish to join and I was wondering if this character concept was doable: a vampire character who mascarades as either a hunter or assistant, while still keeping ties to the vampire community, serving as sort of a background political player who agreed to serve one of the families or the King possibly in exchange for a protected role, using her/his vampire powers to that human's benefit or manipulating other vampires or helping the hunters keep them in check through double agent play (but the hunters don't know they are a vampire).

How do you do?

@ArenaSnow Thank ya kindly!

@The Nexerus Well, technically Toronto would be considered nice, but I kinda resent the place. Overcrowded, aggressive drivers, bloody construction all the time, and a decent transit but yeesh all the false emergency delays. The parks are nice, but otherwise Im not much of a party goer so night life is eh. Nice theatres too.

Iron Rose Adventurer's Guild

Oooh love the Made in Abyss vibe goin' on with the Lord of Dawn and Iron legends and the Artifact business.

Read up on the IC and OOC, and I see that yer thread has a few members dropped and an open status. Is the adventure open for a neurotic, punctual orc female support mage (detection spells and lore knowledge and the like) or is another type of character needed?

How do you do?

MY NAME IS SUE!

NOW Y'ALL GONNA DIE!

*Rifs Johnny Cash*

Alright, alright, 'nough of that nonsense.

Howdy, twenty something lil Canadian shit here. Hailing from a small career of roleplay on Wow on and off for 5 years. And some small gigs at City of Heroes and Guild Wars 2 and SWOTOR.

I even rped on this site one time in two threads when a guildie pointed me to here! One was a superhero thread that never got off past initial posts for some reason and the other was this anime mecha thing where I accidently made an edgy evil hell mistress, accident being not understanding the setting, and ended up half-driving the story with my mooks. That dropped off randomly after 8 pages.

Can't seem to find my old account or posts, guessing that's the relaunch heh.

Anyway what with uni and being in the reserves killing my playtime, and not wanting to pay a sub and wait hour by hour for people to type, I've decided to give forum rp a try once more!