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The Depths of Blackmire Keep - Dare You Enter?

Boran Brenton

NAME: Boran Brenton
SEX: male
AGE: 44 (middle aged)
HOMELAND: Republic of Carise
BACKGROUND: Criminal

TRAITS:
Brawny - Boran is muscular and possesses considerable physical strength
Cool headed - Boran is not easily fazed even in the face of danger
Open minded - Boran is always willing to consider new ideas and concepts without being prejudiced
Illegal dealings (Criminal) - establishing connections and doing business on the underground market (which can be less expensive and have more exotic stock) is no problem for Boran

FLAWS:
Low stamina - due to his age and general physical condition, Boran tires out easily
Crude - not the politest person

PROFICIENCIES: 16+1

EXPERTISE
History I (1pt)
Folklore I (1pt)

SKILLS
Skulduggery II (3pts)
Appraisal I (1pt)

SOCIAL
Deceit II (3pts)

Weapons
Axes II (3pts)
Hand-to-hand II (3pt)
Shields I (1pt)
Maces I (1pt)

PERSONALITY: While not the most talkative type, Boran does like good company. However, he is not the best one out there himself. On one hand, he can be coarse and blunt with a weird sense of humor most people "just don't get". On the other, he is somewhat aloof, prone to letting his mind wander off at random moments. His peculiarities do not stem from ill intent, but rather from an overarching carefree demeanor he has adopted following his tumultuous past life. Be it in times of peace or peril; if he is alone or with others, Boran is in "fixed gear", which can be seen both as a weakness - in terms of thoughtlessness and recklessness - but also a strength by keeping a level head in any situation. When it comes to matters of his person, Boran is an open type who doesn't fear tearing down his walls. He has done enough self-contemplation to be confident. There is an air of confidence, even slight sophistication in him, hinting at an upbringing not usual for a common man.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Boran is a true mixed-blood. Standing at just above 180cm/6ft, with broad shoulders, square jaw and strong nose, he is a rather masculine man. He has medium length, wavy black hair, thick eyebrows and a rough stubble, but strangely pale skin.

EQUIPMENT:

• a combat knife in a sheath and a buckler on his hip, the buckler has an adjustable grip so it can be slid up to his forearm, freeing his hand
• an axe with a blunt butt/poll that can be strapped on his back for longer travels, for quicker access there is a noose on his hip. Boran has enough strength to wield it one-handed for some time, but it is cumbersome to do so and it's meant for two handed use.
• a small backpack that contains some food, a flask for water, another one for some booze, a sharpening kit and usually a random book to read.
• Black/brown gambeson armor, padded greaves and bracers, which are in good condition. A tiny bedroll, just enough to fit him.

HISTORY: As the only child of a wealthy businessman in Carise, Boran could enjoy luxuries that most people in the known world could not. At the same time, his freedom was also quite a bit more restricted. Taught by a private tutor, together with a small group of other privileged children, he studied a wide range of subjects - from mathematics and economy to etiquette and philosophy. What time was left over from studying was spent on training in the arts of combat. And what tiny amount was left even from that was mostly spent with his father, whether it be mentoring sessions about the business or formal meetings, dinners and gatherings with his associates. Boran didn't mind that he didn't have a normal childhood, because he was good at what he did. Too good. Brighter and more physically capable than his peers, Boran started developing a superiority complex that would bite him back in the future.

By the time he reached teenage years, it was already obvious that his father's business wasn't exactly legal. More precisely, he ran one of a dozen smuggling rings inside an organized crime family's trading company. For Boran, this was an opportunity. In his early 20s, Boran had integrated well into the business, solidifying his position as a good partner and future successor to his father; even gathering a small band of underlings of his own. Yet he remained a subordinate, an inferior. Driven by his ambition, overrated abilities and misplaced moral values, he tried to aggressively take more control inside the company. This did not sit well with his superiors - including his father-, who saw his crude methods and lack of loyalty as a direct act of defiance rather than any show of ability. Humiliated, Boran was allowed to escape Carise.

He vowed to get his vengeance as he sailed towards Abagon. Over the years he led and was part of many different bands of criminals - from the more sophisticated subtle types to even the lowliest thugs - hoping to build an empire of his own to one day get back at the people who had done him wrong. None of it came to fruition. With the war looming over Abagon as well, Boran eventually found himself in Beldemar. Years had passed, his youthful, reckless drive had been smothered by constant failures. Looking for some straightforward coin, Boran, nearing his fortieth birthday, signed up as a mercenary. Free from his futile pursuits and perhaps due to age, he found time to contemplate and find solace in a simpler life devoid of unnecessary stress. After all, a lot of time had passed and the people he once hated are already most likely dead.

The Depths of Blackmire Keep - Dare You Enter?

I've never used Discord so I can't say much about it's benefits. I would be vary of spreading out the discussion, though, as
@CollectorOfMyst said.

The Depths of Blackmire Keep - Dare You Enter?

OK, I hope this is better. I didn't intend for "well-read" to be a blanket trait to cover academic and practical ability, but rather having some very basic knowledge or memory of a concept and the ability to recognize and build upon it when needed (for example: "This monster looks like a vampire. They are said t be weak to silver, we should try that." or " This room is a dead end. Perhaps we should scour the room for a hidden passage just in case." Which of course doesn't mean he's always right.). I honestly just didn't find a correct phrase or word in English to describe what I meant so my bad there.

I swapped it around to something similar that I also considered, which shouldn't have any issues with clarity.

The Depths of Blackmire Keep - Dare You Enter?

I have made the necessary edits and completed the sheet.

The Depths of Blackmire Keep - Dare You Enter?

Yeah the flaws/traits section is also unfinished. However, shouldn't it be two traits - one flaw, plus one trait from Criminal background and then an optional trait and flaw from middle-aged so making it 3/1 or 4/2 respectively. Or am I missing something?

I'll make the adjustments after work today.

The Depths of Blackmire Keep - Dare You Enter?

Alright. So hopefully this isn't dead. People have been rather quiet. I'm going to shoot this up for now as it's way past midnight and I need to go to sleep. Going to finish it tomorrow, but perhaps there's already something that could be revised. Wording might be a little off, I'll fine tune it tomorrow.

Boran Brenton

NAME: Boran Brenton
SEX: male
AGE: 44 (middle aged)
HOMELAND: Republic of Carise
BACKGROUND: Criminal

TRAITS:
Brawny - Boran is muscular and possesses considerable physical strength
Cool headed - Boran is not easily fazed even in the face of danger
Open minded - Boran is always willing to consider new ideas and concepts without being prejudiced
Illegal dealings (Criminal) - establishing connections and doing business on the underground market (which can be less expensive and have more exotic stock) is no problem for Boran

FLAWS:
Low stamina - due to his age and general physical condition, Boran tires out easily
Crude - not the politest person

PROFICIENCIES: 16+1

EXPERTISE
History I (1pt)
Folklore I (1pt)

SKILLS
Skulduggery II (3pts)
Appraisal I (1pt)

SOCIAL
Deceit II (3pts)

Weapons
Axes II (3pts)
Hand-to-hand II (3pt)
Shields I (1pt)
Maces I (1pt)

PERSONALITY: While not the most talkative type, Boran does like good company. However, he is not the best one out there himself. On one hand, he can be coarse and blunt with a weird sense of humor most people "just don't get". On the other, he is somewhat aloof, prone to letting his mind wander off at random moments. His peculiarities do not stem from ill intent, but rather from an overarching carefree demeanor he has adopted following his tumultuous past life. Be it in times of peace or peril; if he is alone or with others, Boran is in "fixed gear", which can be seen both as a weakness - in terms of thoughtlessness and recklessness - but also a strength by keeping a level head in any situation. When it comes to matters of his person, Boran is an open type who doesn't fear tearing down his walls. He has done enough self-contemplation to be confident. There is an air of confidence, even slight sophistication in him, hinting at an upbringing not usual for a common man.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Boran is a true mixed-blood. Standing at just above 180cm/6ft, with broad shoulders, square jaw and strong nose, he is a rather masculine man. He has medium length, wavy black hair, thick eyebrows and a rough stubble, but strangely pale skin.

EQUIPMENT:

• a combat knife in a sheath and a buckler on his hip, the buckler has an adjustable grip so it can be slid up to his forearm, freeing his hand
• an axe with a blunt butt/poll that can be strapped on his back for longer travels, for quicker access there is a noose on his hip. Boran has enough strength to wield it one-handed for some time, but it is cumbersome to do so and it's meant for two handed use.
• a small backpack that contains some food, a flask for water, another one for some booze, a sharpening kit and usually a random book to read.
• Black/brown gambeson armor, padded greaves and bracers, which are in good condition. A tiny bedroll, just enough to fit him.

HISTORY: As the only child of a wealthy businessman in Carise, Boran could enjoy luxuries that most people in the known world could not. At the same time, his freedom was also quite a bit more restricted. Taught by a private tutor, together with a small group of other privileged children, he studied a wide range of subjects - from mathematics and economy to etiquette and philosophy. What time was left over from studying was spent on training in the arts of combat. And what tiny amount was left even from that was mostly spent with his father, whether it be mentoring sessions about the business or formal meetings, dinners and gatherings with his associates. Boran didn't mind that he didn't have a normal childhood, because he was good at what he did. Too good. Brighter and more physically capable than his peers, Boran started developing a superiority complex that would bite him back in the future.

By the time he reached teenage years, it was already obvious that his father's business wasn't exactly legal. More precisely, he ran one of a dozen smuggling rings inside an organized crime family's trading company. For Boran, this was an opportunity. In his early 20s, Boran had integrated well into the business, solidifying his position as a good partner and future successor to his father; even gathering a small band of underlings of his own. Yet he remained a subordinate, an inferior. Driven by his ambition, overrated abilities and misplaced moral values, he tried to aggressively take more control inside the company. This did not sit well with his superiors - including his father-, who saw his crude methods and lack of loyalty as a direct act of defiance rather than any show of ability. Humiliated, Boran was allowed to escape Carise.

He vowed to get his vengeance as he sailed towards Abagon. Over the years he led and was part of many different bands of criminals - from the more sophisticated subtle types to even the lowliest thugs - hoping to build an empire of his own to one day get back at the people who had done him wrong. None of it came to fruition. With the war looming over Abagon as well, Boran eventually found himself in Beldemar. Years had passed, his youthful, reckless drive had been smothered by constant failures. Looking for some straightforward coin, Boran, nearing his fortieth birthday, signed up as a mercenary. Free from his futile pursuits and perhaps due to age, he found time to contemplate and find solace in a simpler life devoid of unnecessary stress. After all, a lot of time had passed and the people he once hated are already most likely dead.

The Tides of Arcanum

Uh, that's a real shame. Any reasons?

The Tides of Arcanum

Yup. GM's not been around, maybe some rl issues.

The Tides of Arcanum

My Hider

Name: Cayl

Gender: male

Age: ~30

Personality: Dim-witted and naive, Cayl is honest to the bone and expects the same in return. Or rather, he doesn't know anything else to expect. He is not easily angered. Even in the face of injustice or wrongdoings, he responds with a clueless "why" in order to make sense of the twisted human mind. He is prone to dozing off in the middle of conversations, mostly to enjoy a particularly enjoyable breeze or the smell of wild flowers. He is lively and respectful. Quite often his views on life don't mesh well with those of humans, but as a follower of "balance above all things", he tries to be mindful of everything and consider everyone around him.

Short bio: "Legends say a great beast - both human and canine - prowls the lands around Millford ever since the days of old, some say even before The Happening. This town, now no more than a row of shacks, was once a bustling city of trade and knowledge. It's ruins still litter the surrounding plains, filled with unimaginable wealth and power, available to those who dare to face the terrible monster that is said to guard the ancient corridors beneath the crumbled walls. Is there an adventurer brave enough to enter the Millford Valley during a full moon night?"

What kind of a fairy tale the local folk used to lure tourists into Millford before he came into this world, Cayl didn't know. Living in a one room hut with an old lady, half a day's walk from town, had left him quite distant from the civilized world. Instead he spent his days ranging the wilderness and dancing with the wolves. The occasional trip to town to purchase supplies was the only time he met another human. Once a round was done and the woman had what she needed, Cayl was free to disappear into the forest for days, sometimes even weeks.

After one such voyage, Cayl returned to an empty house. Death had taken what was hers. Only a lifeless body sat in the corner, still holding a halfway woven basket in its hands. When the proper rituals had been made - as she would have wanted - Cayl knew there was nothing holding him to this place anymore. He had never been very close to her, but out of respect and gratitude had stuck with her until she had needed it. Weeks turned into months before Cayl returned to the run-down shack only to leave again. After a while, all what was left was a little clearing in the woods where the hut once stood.


Skills:
Knowledge Roll: 5 - He can speak, read and do basic math. He only has rudimentary education in the latter two, mostly taught to him by the old lady for the occasional visits to town so as not to get scammed by the local farmers. Reading a book of fiction? No. Understanding a simple note or letter? Yes.

Denizen of Nature - Anything to do with the non-living side of nature, it's order, laws, cycles, dangers... This includes navigating via stars, predicting weather, finding water, etc.

Horse Whisperer - living among all manner of beasts has taught him to understand the behaviour of animals to the slightest of detail

Shoot to Kill - Cayl is an expert hunter, skilled in the use of bow, spear and knife, as well as setting up traps

Run, Forrest, run - Cayl is fast and silent. He can jump, climb, swim and run like an athlete.

Fields of Green - plants can be useful for a wide variety of uses - from making poultices and poisons to seasoning the freshly skinned rabbit

I Smell a Rat - although all his senses are highly developed, Cayl's sense of smell in particular has reached near inhuman levels

Knowledge of magic? All he knows is things aren't how they used to be. The odd signs here and there hint towards creatures Cayl has never seen before. And the smell, definitely the smell - a very slight otherworldly scent could be felt in parts all over Mortis.

Equipment:
small backpack

hunting/skinning knife

larger general utility/bowie knife

bow and arrows (9 in total. Proper arrows can be hard to come by and fashioning them out of branches without proper equipment isn't easy. Thus he makes sure to retrieve them whenever possible.)

simple leather clothing

cloak

slightly better linen clothing for trips to towns (kept in bag)

flint

waterskin - filled and then refilled whenever possible. He mostly doesn't use it, preferring to drink from any bodies of water he comes by.

small pouch for herbs - while most plants can be used fresh, he does keep some emergency backups in this pouch. These include: a strong anti-toxin powder, a cleansing wound salve and a cooling poultice for burns.

small pouch for emergency food - dried meat and veggies. With careful rationing lasts for about 3 days.

leather blanket (rolled up)

7 silver coins

The Tides of Arcanum

Cayl entered the inn as his usual radiant self. It was a fine new day after all, and an adventure was waiting for him somewhere in this establishment. The hour was early and there were only a couple of people in the room - fancy looking types, not your usual folk around the town. But it was to be expected that all kinds of travelers, be it knights in shining armor or ominous plague doctors, would walk in for a refreshment or perhaps a place to rest. A quick glance was all the attention he gave the bunch, though, as he was too caught up in his own thoughts. It had been an eternity since he last visited a guesthouse; it's musty atmosphere was something to get used to. After all, clear sky was the roof Cayl preferred to have over his head.

He had been up before sunrise, keeping an eye on the town to catch anything suspicious. The message he had received was... strange, to put it lightly, though one should have been convinced of it's validity based on the amount of gold that came along. The gold that now, in large part, was stashed away. Cayl had never seen such a large sum of money before and had no idea how to spend it. Aside from the occasional piece of clothing, buying arrows was about the only thing he needed money for. Indeed, that was the way he was contacted as well. There were three fletchers around Mortis that Cayl frequented, perhaps his only perennial connection the the civilized world. "Some parcel boy" had apparently left a package for him in the hands of one of the craftsmen. In it a single unique coin, a bag of gold, the letter and a map with a handwritten note at the foot. The latter was apparently added in case Cayl was unfamiliar with the "given human names of places".

With the innkeeper occupied by the lady in metal armor, Cayl stood back, fiddling the coin in his hand. He now gave the trio a longer, almost measuring look. One of them was noticeably more noisy than the others, though what actually came out of that small mouth hers, Cayl still didn't notice. From the looks of things, she was asserting some kind of a dominance over the other with her vaunted poise and imposing impression. It didn't seem to have much of an effect, though. The other woman was more concerned about retaining her stern posture and the man... well... Cayl couldn't quite make out what he was up to under all that clothing, but it ought to have been something shady.