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Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

@Estylwen

Do we need to fill out the NPC and Character Relationship sheets too?

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Izaac "Val" Valentino

Izaac "Val" Valentino

Age 31| Human | Gender Male| Faction & Title Lawless Hunter| Height 6'4" | Weight 195 lbs

Abyssal Connection: None

Abilities(No Abyssal Connection)

Goal: Peace. Val has endured 31 years of anger-filled hell, watching dozens of people die pointless deaths trying to make their lives better. He's killed just as many protecting what he needs to survive and hunted what many might consider the most dangerous type of predator to grace the Dust. If he had his way, he'd end his days sitting in a comfortable chair on a porch deck somewhere, with a glass of scotch in one hand and a decent book in the other. There are days when he wonders just how many people he'll have to kill to see that happen though.

Personality: Life in the Dust makes a hard outer shell nearly a requirement for living. Val is no exception in this regard. He can be curt, with an almost military edge to his tone and body language that puts most people off on a first impression. When he warms up to others, he has been known to crack jokes and show a surprising light heartedness. Even this is just another mask, one to hide the pain of his own life for fear others might sense it as a weakness.

History: Val was born the seventh child of a Lawless rent-a-woman and a father he had never known, nor could anyone have likely guessed. His mother named him Izaac, a relic from a time before the Perishing Event or so he had been told, and his last name was taken from the establishment in which his mother worked, "Valentine's Oasis". Raised along with a small army of other children who's parents were in a similar profession he spent every day trying to outwit or outfight others to ensure he had enough to survive. He witnessed death firsthand at age six, when a brawl among some of the older teenagers went too far.

Life can be a struggle even at the best of times, and for the Lawless, it hadn't been the best of times since the Perishing. As Val grew older, he watched the other children taken away on a nearly weekly basis. Some would stay to work at the Oasis, paying off whatever debts their "parents" had supposedly accrued to the owner. Others were sold or traded to other Lawless, more often than not dying within a year out in the uncaring harshness of the Dust. When he was sold to a Bounty Hunter to clear some price on the Oasis's owners head, Val felt certain he was condemned to the latter category.

His new "uncle" was a bitter man, though no more so than hundreds of others roaming the Dust. The training regimen was nearly impossible, the beatings when he failed at tasks would leave scars on his flesh, and the fear of being abandoned and left to die nearly maddening. Each day, he would wake with pain radiating from nearly every piece of him, but each day he also woke just a bit stronger. A bit faster. A bit smarter.

At age fourteen, his first kill was some petty criminal, wanted for a crime Val can't even remember. His second kill was his "uncle", the very next day.

Since then, he has continued to improve his skills, sharpening them to the keen edge needed to survive in a world of monsters. A few more scars have been added to his collection, but in the private moments before he drifts off to sleep during some nights, he still wonders why the world has to be the way it is.

Inventory:((not really sure how in depth to go))
Improvised Body Armor
Basic Trauma Kit - Bandages, needle and thread, a small flask of boiled clean water
Backpack containing a small tent, three books, cleaning and maintenance kits for weapons and armor, flint and tinder
Three small, concealed knives
Combat knife

Abyssal Energy Handgun with spare power battery.
Long Rifle, scoped.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection (Post-Apocalyptic Sci-fi Adventure)

Interest achieved.

Feeling a bit lawless or maybe ghost resistance, but I'll confirm when the OOC is up.

Welcome to Vradia

Post is up, made a couple of references to Gus, but tried to stay away from dictating any actions or placement.

If anything needs changing, please feel free to advise me.

Welcome to Vradia

Conn leaned against the tree, his eyes half-closed as he pretended to be snoozing. All around him, men readied themselves for the ambush, their weapons drawn and arrows nocked. They had been working up their courage for the past twenty minutes by Conn's count, a common tactic among men about to go into a fight of life and death. The bandits were right to be nervous, even if they had no real clue as to the real threat to their plan. Of course, Conn had equal reason to be nervous. If he or Gus had made a misstep and tipped their hand too early... well, they would undoubtedly be dead long before the approaching mercenary party. He just hoped Sir Dorian's friends wouldn't accidentally... or purposefully... bleed him out before he had a chance to explain the ruse.

He opened his eyes and glanced towards the sky, smiling as he saw a white eagle in flight over the nearby path. A good omen, he thought to himself.

"It is time," Conn said aloud. He rose to his feet, brushing away the dirt that had gathered on the lower part of his robes and straightening his collar. Presentation was everything when meeting new people, after all.

"Armúr Draíochta," Conn muttered as he stretched. The arcane words vibrated the air around him, gathering light and energy for a brief moment before coalescing around his body. Magical barriers shimmered into existence, anchored to his physical body and taking on the form of plated armor. Conn rolled his shoulders and shifted his weight from foot to foot. The magic was practically weightless, and while not as strong as true steel it would deflect lesser strikes away from his body. It's true advantage however, was that it did not interfere with the sometimes delicate art of shaping magic into spells. Close by, he heard the snap of bows as arrows shot into the air, arcing towards the white eagle.

The next moments were a blur all around him. When arrows failed to bring down their prey, the bandits lunged forward with sword and dagger, further causing confusion among their archers as they now had to avoid striking their own. The mercenaries had no such qualms, as they were outnumbered six or so to one and so their attacks could go wild without endangering their own side. Still, the numbers and the surprise were on the bandits side, and it seemed one of the mercs had already collapsed to an unseen issue. Conn continued to observe as more bandits dropped from the mercenary attacks, only to be replaced by another foolish thug.

"Well?," a bandit said, holding back from the fight as he noticed Conn just standing there, "c'mon, get your payday!"

Conn turned to the man and gave him a sad smile, "for what it's worth, I am sorry about this. I did enjoy sharing breakfast with you all this morning."

"'Ey? Wha-," the bandit began, the realization beginning to fill his face. The man's turned to brandish his sword against Conn, but it was already too late.

"Codlata domhain", Conn's hands darted through a series of motions, tracing arcane energy through the air. He needed to clear space around himself if he was going to try to help the mercenaries. Glittering dust filled the air as Conn spoke the arcane words, falling upon the nearest bandits and causing them to suddenly become fatigued, perhaps even falling over where they stood even as the snores of deep sleep slipped past their lips. It would be only seconds before the bandits realized they had been betrayed from within and began to target Conn as well as the mercenaries.

Conn mentally reached into the well of his own being, drawing upon the warmth that had filled his soul since his days when he called the church his home. He had changed much since those days, but his faith had not.

Gods guide my allies blades to the hearts of their enemies, and may their feet carry them from harm., he thought to himself, reciting the prayer in his mind as he connected with the divine power behind his faith. He lifted his left hand up, and soft blue light began to radiate outwards, seeking the forms of the mercenaries as well as Gus to provide them with a blessing.

Welcome to Vradia

I'm up for it if you are.

Welcome to Vradia

>.>

<.<

Hey @jasbraq

You wanna pop in on the battle as a team?

Welcome to Vradia

At work at the moment but will post when I get home in about six hours

Welcome to Vradia

Conáilte "Conn" Laoch

Conáilte "Conn" Laoch

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Basic Information

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Age:

27

Race:

Human

Class:

Cleric + Wizard

Weapons:

Bare handed combat and Spells

Detailed Appearance:

Coming in at just a hair under six feet in height, Conn's best, if not necessarily noticeable at times, feature is a pair of striking blue eyes framed by a light skinned face that burns rather than tans in the sun. Though he prefers to keep his attire light and airy so that he can move freely, his preference for the color blue can often lead to his clothing appearing a bit gaudy. This, combined with a well kept beard and equally un-well kept hair serve as distractions from the slight tracings of arcane symbology along the trim of his clothes. Sometimes, when his collar shifts, one can glimpse the edges of a large tattoo that takes up the majority of his torso and back, an oriental style dragon that curls around his body.

In combat, one of the first enchantments he activates is a shimmering field of mage armor, taking the shape of azure half-plate that encases his form.

Bio History:

Orphaned at an early age when his parents succumbed to a disease they could not afford to treat, Conn was accepted into the local Church as a ward. His early years were filled with seemingly endless amounts of prayer and chores, honing his body and mind towards the service of the Church. He learned to let his faith guide and empower him, his devotion earning him the gifts he needed to begin exploring the healing arts. He studied tomes of medicine and lore, learning to channel the gifts his faith bestowed upon him to tend to others in his community. For some, he was simply a friendly shoulder to cry on, for others, a mender of broken bones and soother of fevers.

As he entered his late teenage years, he felt a calling in his soul to leave his humble church and head into the desert region of Vradia. It was during this journey, as his body and mind were frayed by the heat and sands, that he would meet a man named Malachai. Malachai was a hermit of the desert, an outcast from the city of Dolg due to his open belief that the Gods had failed the people. The two nearly came to blows several times over their differing beliefs, but Conn believed the Gods had sent him to this man for a reason. After nearly three days of bartering, interspersed with the occasional religious debate, Malachai agreed to teach Conn the arcane arts in exchange for Conn's promise to use that knowledge to help the people, not just the Faith. Conn agreed.

Years passed, even harsher than his time in the Church. Yet when he finally left to return to the rest of the wide world, it was with a roughly worn book of arcane knowledge in his arms, and a faith that there was good in the world worth protecting.

Likes:

• Hearing other's stories
• Mending injuries and illness
• Nerding out over arcane secrets
• Fermented fruit drinks
• Romance Novels

Dislikes:

• Closed minded people
• Violence being the first answer to a problem
• Sunburns
• Poor organization

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Skills and Abilities:

Abilities (limitations and drawbacks):

• Dispel: Conn's study of the Arcane and Religious texts provides him with a multitude of options for suppressing or dispelling arcane and divine power. This power can be used to counter spells as well as dispel magical effects.
  Drawback: Countering magic is a tricky business of either overwhelming the spell or introducing chaos into the orderly control of the spell itself. Repeated use of this power during combat becomes exhausting after three uses, and there will be magic beyond Conn's ability to counter(GM caveat).
• Spiritual Weapon: Divine energy shapes itself into a simple or martial melee weapon that Conn can control at a short range.
  Drawback: Requires as much concentration as actively fighting the opponent directly. The only real advantage is the ability to keep an opponent engaged at range.
• Calming Presence: As long as Conn's faith in himself and his companions holds, he remains a calm spot in the chaos of the world around him. Speaking with him helps dispel negative emotions such as anger or frustration, and his natural lack of fear may help steady others against terrifying foes.
  Drawback: Conn is still a regular human. How much can he burden himself with the emotional weight of others before he begins to break? (Roleplay disadvantage)

Skills:

• Arcana - The ability to discern the subtle weaves of arcane magic and determine it's purpose and structure.
• History - Many books that Conn read during his time at the Church detailed local and regional history, from ancient times to recent events.
• Persuasion - It isn't enough in life to know how to talk, one must also know how to win minds and hearts with those words. A single word can win you obedience, a dozen can win you true loyalty, and a hundred can help heal even the deepest of wounds.

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Welcome to Vradia

Not gonna lie, had a harder time than usual coming up with this one, so please, feel free to give feed back or let me knwo where I should adjust things.

Conáilte "Conn" Laoch

Conáilte "Conn" Laoch

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Basic Information

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Age:

27

Race:

Human

Class:

Cleric + Wizard

Weapons:

Bare handed combat and Spells

Detailed Appearance:

Coming in at just a hair under six feet in height, Conn's best, if not necessarily noticeable at times, feature is a pair of striking blue eyes framed by a light skinned face that burns rather than tans in the sun. Though he prefers to keep his attire light and airy so that he can move freely, his preference for the color blue can often lead to his clothing appearing a bit gaudy. This, combined with a well kept beard and equally un-well kept hair serve as distractions from the slight tracings of arcane symbology along the trim of his clothes. Sometimes, when his collar shifts, one can glimpse the edges of a large tattoo that takes up the majority of his torso and back, an oriental style dragon that curls around his body.

In combat, one of the first enchantments he activates is a shimmering field of mage armor, taking the shape of azure half-plate that encases his form.

Bio History:

Orphaned at an early age when his parents succumbed to a disease they could not afford to treat, Conn was accepted into the local Church as a ward. His early years were filled with seemingly endless amounts of prayer and chores, honing his body and mind towards the service of the Church. He learned to let his faith guide and empower him, his devotion earning him the gifts he needed to begin exploring the healing arts. He studied tomes of medicine and lore, learning to channel the gifts his faith bestowed upon him to tend to others in his community. For some, he was simply a friendly shoulder to cry on, for others, a mender of broken bones and soother of fevers.

As he entered his late teenage years, he felt a calling in his soul to leave his humble church and head into the desert region of Vradia. It was during this journey, as his body and mind were frayed by the heat and sands, that he would meet a man named Malachai. Malachai was a hermit of the desert, an outcast from the city of Dolg due to his open belief that the Gods had failed the people. The two nearly came to blows several times over their differing beliefs, but Conn believed the Gods had sent him to this man for a reason. After nearly three days of bartering, interspersed with the occasional religious debate, Malachai agreed to teach Conn the arcane arts in exchange for Conn's promise to use that knowledge to help the people, not just the Faith. Conn agreed.

Years passed, even harsher than his time in the Church. Yet when he finally left to return to the rest of the wide world, it was with a roughly worn book of arcane knowledge in his arms, and a faith that there was good in the world worth protecting.

Likes:

• Hearing other's stories
• Mending injuries and illness
• Nerding out over arcane secrets
• Fermented fruit drinks
• Romance Novels

Dislikes:

• Closed minded people
• Violence being the first answer to a problem
• Sunburns
• Poor organization

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Skills and Abilities:

Abilities (limitations and drawbacks):

• Dispel: Conn's study of the Arcane and Religious texts provides him with a multitude of options for suppressing or dispelling arcane and divine power. This power can be used to counter spells as well as dispel magical effects.
  Drawback: Countering magic is a tricky business of either overwhelming the spell or introducing chaos into the orderly control of the spell itself. Repeated use of this power during combat becomes exhausting after three uses, and there will be magic beyond Conn's ability to counter(GM caveat).
• Spiritual Weapon: Divine energy shapes itself into a simple or martial melee weapon that Conn can control at a short range.
  Drawback: Requires as much concentration as actively fighting the opponent directly. The only real advantage is the ability to keep an opponent engaged at range.
• Calming Presence: As long as Conn's faith in himself and his companions holds, he remains a calm spot in the chaos of the world around him. Speaking with him helps dispel negative emotions such as anger or frustration, and his natural lack of fear may help steady others against terrifying foes.
  Drawback: Conn is still a regular human. How much can he burden himself with the emotional weight of others before he begins to break? (Roleplay disadvantage)

Skills:

• Arcana - The ability to discern the subtle weaves of arcane magic and determine it's purpose and structure.
• History - Many books that Conn read during his time at the Church detailed local and regional history, from ancient times to recent events.
• Persuasion - It isn't enough in life to know how to talk, one must also know how to win minds and hearts with those words. A single word can win you obedience, a dozen can win you true loyalty, and a hundred can help heal even the deepest of wounds.

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