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*Before the announcement*
Adrial silently sat inside one of the more prestigious inns located in the golden city of Maplestead, a beautifully crafted yet small inn with amber crystals dangling from the ceiling, shining with an ephemeral light, helping to illuminate the inside of the inn. Adrial sat near the back, at a single wooden table and chair, his right leg gently rested over his left knee, minding his own business with a amber glass in hand, filled with fresh milk.
A red leather book laid before him, opened half way as the cleric read the contents, enjoying his casual relaxation while a small smile plastered itself upon his face, this was his form of entertainment. Light entertainment from a bard playing a slow and relaxing tune close to his ear, a book he could dive into to gain wider knowledge from and a cold glass of milk to guzzle down at the same time. Surely nothing would break this moment of silent for him...
Suddenly the loud obnoxious yelling of a male outside, reading aloud the paper about the job in a very over the top tone snapped him out of his momentary delight and satisfaction, causing the young cleric to cough and gag on the milk he was drinking, he splured milk over the table in unison with his coughs and over his books valuable pages.
"ATTENTION, people of the city of Maplestead! Great monsters and demons have started attacking our neighboring forests, as well as the city of Brindle! The royal palace is hosting a quest! But this quest requires more than a dozen people! Assist in wiping out the monsters, and receive brand new weapons as well as more than two-thousand gold pieces! All who come forward will be placed onto a team in order to work with others. Be present in the town square at exactly nine o'clock tomorrow, and come forward."
Adrial recollected himself and stood up, but not before noticing the damage to his pages. An angry expression soon grew upon him, as he quickly snatched and snapped the book closed. Adrial gave a light hiss, storming out of the inn with his fists clenched, being just at the town square where many were flocking to scream and shout. While he walked, all Adrial could do was think to himself.
> "This ignorant, stupid little neanderthal... Shouting like a damn obnoxious fool..." <
As soon as Adrial reached the town center, he couldn't help but grimace at the noise of all the fools around him, adjusting the glasses on his face, he glared ominously toward the royal palace, cracking his knuckles with nefarious intent.
"Okay... Which one of you worthless twits screamed that message at the top of their lungs? If I don't get an answer soon, I'm going to rearrange your bloodstream and feed your blood straight through your EYES!"
A group of civilians slowly grew quiet as the noble grimaced even more ominously, spotting a person at the back of a group having a slight guilty expression on his face. The Cleric didn't waste any time approaching them as he gripped a boys neck and frowned, causing the boy to yelp painfully.
"So it was you was it? You slimy worthless little cockroach... I suppose you don't have the money to pay for a new copy of my notebook do you?! These pages are worth more than you and your family combined!"
The boy whimpered and shook before Adrial sighed and threw him away, causing the boy to land on the cold ground.
"Be thankful i'm a Cleric... Otherwise I would have killed you..."
Adrial put his hands into his long white leather coat pockets and walked off toward the royal palace, gripping a knife inside, as he was ready to kill the boy if he displeased him further, he silently let go of the knife in his pocket and walked on, wanting to just forget about the whole ordeal.
> "I suppose this job can pay for the damages... Lets hope this royal stooge is easy to manipulate." < He thought to himself.
Adrial silently sat inside one of the more prestigious inns located in the golden city of Maplestead, a beautifully crafted yet small inn with amber crystals dangling from the ceiling, shining with an ephemeral light, helping to illuminate the inside of the inn. Adrial sat near the back, at a single wooden table and chair, his right leg gently rested over his left knee, minding his own business with a amber glass in hand, filled with fresh milk.
A red leather book laid before him, opened half way as the cleric read the contents, enjoying his casual relaxation while a small smile plastered itself upon his face, this was his form of entertainment. Light entertainment from a bard playing a slow and relaxing tune close to his ear, a book he could dive into to gain wider knowledge from and a cold glass of milk to guzzle down at the same time. Surely nothing would break this moment of silent for him...
Suddenly the loud obnoxious yelling of a male outside, reading aloud the paper about the job in a very over the top tone snapped him out of his momentary delight and satisfaction, causing the young cleric to cough and gag on the milk he was drinking, he splured milk over the table in unison with his coughs and over his books valuable pages.
"ATTENTION, people of the city of Maplestead! Great monsters and demons have started attacking our neighboring forests, as well as the city of Brindle! The royal palace is hosting a quest! But this quest requires more than a dozen people! Assist in wiping out the monsters, and receive brand new weapons as well as more than two-thousand gold pieces! All who come forward will be placed onto a team in order to work with others. Be present in the town square at exactly nine o'clock tomorrow, and come forward."
Adrial recollected himself and stood up, but not before noticing the damage to his pages. An angry expression soon grew upon him, as he quickly snatched and snapped the book closed. Adrial gave a light hiss, storming out of the inn with his fists clenched, being just at the town square where many were flocking to scream and shout. While he walked, all Adrial could do was think to himself.
> "This ignorant, stupid little neanderthal... Shouting like a damn obnoxious fool..." <
As soon as Adrial reached the town center, he couldn't help but grimace at the noise of all the fools around him, adjusting the glasses on his face, he glared ominously toward the royal palace, cracking his knuckles with nefarious intent.
"Okay... Which one of you worthless twits screamed that message at the top of their lungs? If I don't get an answer soon, I'm going to rearrange your bloodstream and feed your blood straight through your EYES!"
A group of civilians slowly grew quiet as the noble grimaced even more ominously, spotting a person at the back of a group having a slight guilty expression on his face. The Cleric didn't waste any time approaching them as he gripped a boys neck and frowned, causing the boy to yelp painfully.
"So it was you was it? You slimy worthless little cockroach... I suppose you don't have the money to pay for a new copy of my notebook do you?! These pages are worth more than you and your family combined!"
The boy whimpered and shook before Adrial sighed and threw him away, causing the boy to land on the cold ground.
"Be thankful i'm a Cleric... Otherwise I would have killed you..."
Adrial put his hands into his long white leather coat pockets and walked off toward the royal palace, gripping a knife inside, as he was ready to kill the boy if he displeased him further, he silently let go of the knife in his pocket and walked on, wanting to just forget about the whole ordeal.
> "I suppose this job can pay for the damages... Lets hope this royal stooge is easy to manipulate." < He thought to himself.
Name: Adrial Hackis
Nicknames/Aliases: Sir.Hackis, Seraph.
Gender: Male
Birthday: May 5th
Age: Looks around 24 (in his hundreds)
Class: Cleric
Occupation: Healer for hire
Previous occupations:
Priest
Soldier
Species: Elvinian: This subspecies of elf support the same age, lifespan and shape of regular elves but possess a set of white like bird feathers along their elbows, chest and feet, along with tiny useless white feathered wings on their back, they possess the power to harness the energy of magic and solidify it into a physical form, such as wings which can help them glide or fly for a short time or make these solidified balls explode with magic power over a short range to damage foes.
They are weaker to offensive black magics however in trade of being able to use healing magic as an defensive tool.
Appearance:
Supporting a tall 6 foot 2 inch tall physique with slightly pale caucasian skin and emerald green eyes, adrial possesses a set of short black hair and a set of transparent glasses. He has a fairly thin yet athletic build for a cleric, healthy in every way and Supports a line of muscles along his stomach.
Clothing Style:
Adrial wears a long, shin lengthed white and golden trimmed leather robe, a mythril chestplate and underneath it a sleeveless white velvet tailcoat trimmed gold. He wears a glistening red belt on his waist, a set of white leggings and gold coloured steel boots. He also wears a satchel along his side, containing his spellcasting grimoire.
When he wanders about normally, he wears his other clothing except without the steel chestplate and boots, wearing white noble shoes instead.
Personality: Cold, Rude and straight to the point, with a stick up his ass attitude, Adrial is almost always expressing his opinion outright, without holding back or caring for other peoples opinions on his own. He isnt a nefarious individual, and will always help those he believes are truely worthy of need, though as a healer for hire, he will charge for his services, believing it to be an equal transaction. As an intellectual, he can be somewhat arrogant at the lack of knowledge people have compared to his own, he tries to help people in a way that benefits everyone.
Despite this, he does prove to be hard to work with because of his conflicting personality and rude behavior, this is somewhat justified due to the worlds opinions on mages, and how everything in the end is their fault for not doing their job right. The stress of healing is a heavy one, but Adrial remains dedicated to proceed with his career and make the most of it.
Homecity: Carnan
Likes:
Fresh bread
Studying and reading
Drinking milk
Staring at scenery
Being in quiet places
Talking with intellectuals
Learning
Dislikes:
Loud atmospheres
People who talk too much
Non-freash bread
Alcohol
Recklessness
People who are not very smart
Pranksters
Savages and criminals
Past/History:
(( this backstory will he told in the first person from Adrials point of view to give you an idea on his speech and how he acts ))
"Used. How else could I describe a cleric? The brainwashed masses only care about your ability. To them you are nothing more than a tool, an object, something they can abuse with little regard. They dont understand the pain I have to endure conjuring the amount of healing I do, the amount of lives I save, but who gets the rewards? They obviously go to the reckless apes that throw the selves at their opponents like moths to a flame, and should one soldier die? All these feckless bumpkins will blame you outright. Its not the reckless idiots fault for running his face into a blade, no its magically the healers fault for not ressurecting him in time five miles away! Nobody appriciates people like me... So I make them appriciate me. Everyone gets atleast one heal from me, but should they act negatively afterwards for saving their life, treating me like a dog... I wont ever help them again, they can be fed to the dogs for all I care...!"
I was born into a priesthood, though we never truly believed in any gods, it always seemed to please the twits of the world and help their recovery speed. I was taught by my mother and father the artes of healing magicks. I studied it day and night, never once breaking away from my studies. I never did gain any friends during that early childhood of mine. Well, perhaps I would have had friends if every nitwit child wasnt a total cretin...! I was exceptionally intelligent, i know thia, but these people were morons. What fun is there in throwing rocks and fuards or disrespecting rules that cause panic and disorder? Thats simply embracing mindless discord! In anycase, i spent plenty of my life healing the sick to improve my powers and saving lives. But when you have an ability thats grand and better than everyones, people will decide to use you... This started me off in my next career as a soldier... A medic on the battlefield.
Where I came from war was constant, people died left and right and my powers were key to my "sides" advantage. I spent sleepless nights seeing nothing but blood, death, vomit, pus and fecal matter everywhere I looked. It was nothing but a living nightmare, as i spent my every waking moment mending the lives the soldiers to recovery. I couldnt refuse to aid, having a knife at my back like a damn slave, i was beaten, laughed at and oppressed... For many years i could have died, but fate begged me to continue suffering through such a long war until eventually it passed. I was awarded nothing for saving the most famous soldier in my team over 5 times, no awards for my attitude, no awards for helping win the war, nothing. Do you see a running theme? I was NOTHING. I simply took my leave, and drowned my fears of war away, and became a pathless vagabond... I needed cash, and thus, i became a healer for hire, if you needed healing, pay me. If your going to use me, i might as well make a living out ofit, so you either pay up or die, like i care....
Nicknames/Aliases: Sir.Hackis, Seraph.
Gender: Male
Birthday: May 5th
Age: Looks around 24 (in his hundreds)
Class: Cleric
Occupation: Healer for hire
Previous occupations:
Priest
Soldier
Species: Elvinian: This subspecies of elf support the same age, lifespan and shape of regular elves but possess a set of white like bird feathers along their elbows, chest and feet, along with tiny useless white feathered wings on their back, they possess the power to harness the energy of magic and solidify it into a physical form, such as wings which can help them glide or fly for a short time or make these solidified balls explode with magic power over a short range to damage foes.
They are weaker to offensive black magics however in trade of being able to use healing magic as an defensive tool.
Appearance:
Supporting a tall 6 foot 2 inch tall physique with slightly pale caucasian skin and emerald green eyes, adrial possesses a set of short black hair and a set of transparent glasses. He has a fairly thin yet athletic build for a cleric, healthy in every way and Supports a line of muscles along his stomach.
Clothing Style:
Adrial wears a long, shin lengthed white and golden trimmed leather robe, a mythril chestplate and underneath it a sleeveless white velvet tailcoat trimmed gold. He wears a glistening red belt on his waist, a set of white leggings and gold coloured steel boots. He also wears a satchel along his side, containing his spellcasting grimoire.
When he wanders about normally, he wears his other clothing except without the steel chestplate and boots, wearing white noble shoes instead.
Personality: Cold, Rude and straight to the point, with a stick up his ass attitude, Adrial is almost always expressing his opinion outright, without holding back or caring for other peoples opinions on his own. He isnt a nefarious individual, and will always help those he believes are truely worthy of need, though as a healer for hire, he will charge for his services, believing it to be an equal transaction. As an intellectual, he can be somewhat arrogant at the lack of knowledge people have compared to his own, he tries to help people in a way that benefits everyone.
Despite this, he does prove to be hard to work with because of his conflicting personality and rude behavior, this is somewhat justified due to the worlds opinions on mages, and how everything in the end is their fault for not doing their job right. The stress of healing is a heavy one, but Adrial remains dedicated to proceed with his career and make the most of it.
Homecity: Carnan
Likes:
Fresh bread
Studying and reading
Drinking milk
Staring at scenery
Being in quiet places
Talking with intellectuals
Learning
Dislikes:
Loud atmospheres
People who talk too much
Non-freash bread
Alcohol
Recklessness
People who are not very smart
Pranksters
Savages and criminals
Past/History:
(( this backstory will he told in the first person from Adrials point of view to give you an idea on his speech and how he acts ))
"Used. How else could I describe a cleric? The brainwashed masses only care about your ability. To them you are nothing more than a tool, an object, something they can abuse with little regard. They dont understand the pain I have to endure conjuring the amount of healing I do, the amount of lives I save, but who gets the rewards? They obviously go to the reckless apes that throw the selves at their opponents like moths to a flame, and should one soldier die? All these feckless bumpkins will blame you outright. Its not the reckless idiots fault for running his face into a blade, no its magically the healers fault for not ressurecting him in time five miles away! Nobody appriciates people like me... So I make them appriciate me. Everyone gets atleast one heal from me, but should they act negatively afterwards for saving their life, treating me like a dog... I wont ever help them again, they can be fed to the dogs for all I care...!"
I was born into a priesthood, though we never truly believed in any gods, it always seemed to please the twits of the world and help their recovery speed. I was taught by my mother and father the artes of healing magicks. I studied it day and night, never once breaking away from my studies. I never did gain any friends during that early childhood of mine. Well, perhaps I would have had friends if every nitwit child wasnt a total cretin...! I was exceptionally intelligent, i know thia, but these people were morons. What fun is there in throwing rocks and fuards or disrespecting rules that cause panic and disorder? Thats simply embracing mindless discord! In anycase, i spent plenty of my life healing the sick to improve my powers and saving lives. But when you have an ability thats grand and better than everyones, people will decide to use you... This started me off in my next career as a soldier... A medic on the battlefield.
Where I came from war was constant, people died left and right and my powers were key to my "sides" advantage. I spent sleepless nights seeing nothing but blood, death, vomit, pus and fecal matter everywhere I looked. It was nothing but a living nightmare, as i spent my every waking moment mending the lives the soldiers to recovery. I couldnt refuse to aid, having a knife at my back like a damn slave, i was beaten, laughed at and oppressed... For many years i could have died, but fate begged me to continue suffering through such a long war until eventually it passed. I was awarded nothing for saving the most famous soldier in my team over 5 times, no awards for my attitude, no awards for helping win the war, nothing. Do you see a running theme? I was NOTHING. I simply took my leave, and drowned my fears of war away, and became a pathless vagabond... I needed cash, and thus, i became a healer for hire, if you needed healing, pay me. If your going to use me, i might as well make a living out ofit, so you either pay up or die, like i care....
Trainr N, i sent you a pm on my app, did you lookat it?
Cant wait to be accepted and for the rp to begin XD
Hey, late comer here, i believe im going to make a cleric! Since we need healers xD. Should i pm it or post it on ooc? Need to slep nao tho, il post when i wake up!
Something tells me im not going to survive this rp since im just posting very smallmparagraphs compared to you guys and the act my characters boring and cliche, i think i should leave as to not ruin the roleplays credability ;3;
Apologies, i'l have to cancel, workload.
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