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Muskets & Magic - Dark Fantasy RP

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Muskets & Magic - Dark Fantasy RP

Expeditionary Dossier

𝔄𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔩𝔦𝔫𝑘

Appearance:
Above average height, the build you'd expect from a soldier with his abilities, a lean warrior who's frame allows for a perfect harmony between speed and power. His normally well groomed facial hair has, since his imprisonment gotten a little rougher. His hairstyle's lost a lot of it's grace. While still considered handsome, he's grown more rugged in the later years. His green eyes have grown dull, and that fire that was once inside of him has since long faded.

Epithet
The Golden Prince

Age: 32

Race: Human, hailing from the kingdom of Ilya.

Profession: Conscript.

Personality:
In a word, Arthur's complex. He's a skilled warrior, a well tried and proven commander and a great ally to anyone who would have him. He's able to adapt to the slums, or the noble courts – from which he's born, of Ilya. Get work protecting an Akivir convoy, or commandeering a ship protecting merchants from the New World from pirates. He generally gets along with most people – unless they upset his sensibilities.

Intelligent and cunning, able to stave off a fight when necessary, but not afraid to push the advantage when it's presented, showing a martial prowess beyond his years, yet showing off his decade and a half of experience in the service.

He's generally rather bored of the peace in the continent of Yggdrasil, and while a officer in the Ilya army, he still gets into his fair share of trouble. Dreams of becoming a folk hero, someone who's legacy will be remembered forever for his valor, his honor and his protecting of the weaker are all factors that drags him into trouble. Well, that, and his giant flirt. It's in fact what landed him in this predicament to begin with.

Coming off as deeply religious, praying the divine Gods daily, his extra-martial affairs tends to paint him as quite the hypocrite. He blames his affairs on his artistic soul, claiming the gods put him in this world to follow his heart, and there's not been a woman yet he has not fallen in love with.
He deems himself something of a Druid of the developed world, in deep touch with cities – especially his home in the capital of Ilya, as opposed to the forests. Finally, he's mistrusting of magic and their uses, rather relying on a regular flintlock pistol and his trusty sword over fireballs and thunder from the sky.

There are attributes of his personality, especially the more likable ones, the reliable ones, don't shine through the six years worth of constant alcohol consumption, giving off more of a sarcastic asshole who likes getting into trouble, than the complex man Arthur really is.

Backstory:

Frankly, Arthur Goldlink's story's starts rather dull, he was born comfortable in excess, never meant to work a day in is life. He's born to Jack Goldlink, former knight of the Papal Knights, Grandson of George Goldlink, one of the most fierce bankers in the entirely of Yggdrasil's recent history. As such, he's the third generation Nobleman, raised as such. He faked his father's signature, and stole his signet ring one night after a courtly party at their estate and signed himself up to go attend the Royal military school, shipping off a week later, having convinced his father it was a good idea, after all. Even as a teenager, Arthur was a clever boy, finding new and interesting ways of solving his problems, but often they came back with new problems.

He graduated the academy two years faster than his peers, he was a natural soldier, quick to take to orders, a man of action, a man of the sword. He furthered his skills by attending the Officer school, his first official mission was as captain of a small naval vessel of 20 men, meant to be part of a convoy that would protect approaching merchant ships from the New World.

His mettle was first tested when one of those ships was infested with Pirates whom had taken the merchants hostage, and were outnumbering his own crew two to one. With his tactics and sword skills, a display of his bravery and at risk of his own personal health, he and his crew took back the ship, rescuing the hostages and bringing all of the pirates into custody, it was how he earned his nickname by the men under his command, his lastname and his royal-like demeanor were the basis for it.

Following the incident, his vessel was Dubbed The Golden Prince, and the crew were named the Golden Stripes, each and everyone of them proving to be valiant warriors and capable soldiers, doing everything they could for their country.

The adventures of the Golden Stripes were many, protecting the innocent from bandits and ruffians, while serving their homeland they earned great fame, all to further fuel Arthur's Hubris and his dream of heroisms, pushing him into greater and greater dangers.

One mission, after the emergence of the monsters in the New World The Golden Stripes were sent as backup. Not even one week out of landing The New World, the monsters attacked their unit, decimating his friends, none of his swordplay, or careful planning could save the lives of the greatest friends he had ever known. He had always been brave in the face of danger, never been afraid to die, putting his honor above his live. But this, this was something else. He ran, hearing the final screams of his men, men who had trusted him and called him a brother for the past decade.

He left them to die, returning back home, he dove deeply into alcoholism and whatever joys he could find, constantly at odds with both his father, and the rest of the noble, but also his superiors and his fellow officers. The last straw came last year, when he was caught in the bedroom of the Minister of the Soldiery, the highest superior in his field.

The minister challenged him to a duel, provoking Arthur as much as he could, the man almost twice Arthur's age. Arthur did not just win the duel, but he humiliated the Minister, robbing him of his pride and his honor, gloating over his warrior prowess. The Minister spat a venomous line about all of that swordplay couldn't save his friends in the New World and Arthur snapped.

The next thing he remembered was waking up in the dungeon, handcuffed and in tattered clothes. Blood stains on his face and clothes. It came back to him, he had killed the Minister, stabbed him six times, and when the guards moved to arrest him, he had cut two of them down, before he was finally stopped by a mage.

He was going to get executed, and none of his former glory was gonna save him. Nor could the near-unlimited influence of his patriarch. The only thing his father could do for his beloved son was plead with the court to give his son a different fate. A chance to redeem himself. To return to the New World and seek redemption. His father knew it was a suicide mission, but he had hoped they would have put Arthur in charge of another patrol, and not as a conscript. But Jack's influence had limits, indeed.

Being shipped off to the new world, Arthur's going to have to fight to survive, with no one to have his back. Well and truly, he's alone in the New World.

Skills and Abilities:
Martial Training; Put in the Royal Military Academy at the age of 14, he shattered all records. Graduating from the prestigious academy at the mere age of 16, two years quicker than his peers, a fully trained soldier as it were, yet, that was not enough for him. He studied to become an officer and had the rank of Commander of a battalion at the age of 19, all in testament of his skills as a soldier and commanding officer.

Duelist; While shooting a rifle and a pistol were both part of the training regiment he went through, they were never his talent. Besides planning and seeing things from a different perspective than most – both things that lent themselves to commandeering, he's an excellent swordsman. Doing his best word in a one on one duel. His personal favorite is the finesse and elegance of a rapier, but he is a quick study and skilled with just about any straight sword.

Survivalist; He's an adept survivalist, just not out in the forest. He does not know how to setup traps, he only knows that one should, nor how to collect food, and he's not much of a hunter. No, his survival skill comes from dealing with other people, bartering information for supplies. Able to tend to the needs of others usually always goes well.

Brawler; When without a sword, he's fully capable of throwing the gloves and having a old fashioned brawl, brawling champion in the Garrison for three years in a row – before his disbarment, that is.

Naval Combat; He's unable to man any part of the ship except that of Captain, able to direct the rest of the crew for the best course of action, yet, his understanding of Naval Combat's impressive.


Equipment:
Conscript equipment. He wears his family crest on a necklace around his neck, carrying a run off the mill rapier that was handed to him by the garrison. The only thing he carries that's his own is his leather chest armor with it's one shoulder pad, that once bore the mark of the Golden Stripes, but since his last visit in the area, it's been cut off with a knife, leaving scarring in the leather. He carries a flask with vodka in it, now his most priced possession.

Muskets & Magic - Dark Fantasy RP

Welp, I'm kinda late. I didn't realize the OOC went up same day I applied for interest, so I was sitting here waiting for the OOC to come live, ha.

Still time for me to put my hat in the ring?

Saisei: Another Dynamic Naruto AU Roleplay!

Yo.

ƬӇЄ ƜƖƬƇӇЄƦ; The Last Dragonslayers

Lord Wraith & Hillan

Post Your Pikcha

The swanky coat returned.

It's a face.

Muskets & Magic - Dark Fantasy RP

<Snipped quote by Hillan>

Hey Hill-billy whats shaking?

You should definitely apply, it'll be great. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.

@BlackSam3091

Piece of shit, now I have to apply! Can't just drop Supernatural on me like that!

And, besides nursing one hell of a hangover, I'm doing pretty good.

Naruto: Years of Winter - an Alternate Universe

Eiichiro Kishimoto

Team Kishimoto had all packed up and left right on time, departing for the land of Storm, to find the hidden village of Rain - Amegakure. A young village not yet poisoned by the policies and politics of the ninja world. A place lead by comrades - not by dynasties. It was romantic, when you thought about it. Kishi and his three genin made their way towards the land of storm at a walking pace, not because Kishimoto thought his students couldn't move fast, but because he thought it was important to take in the beauties of the world. Which is what he drove the conversation about, he talked about each flower they came across, as he had quite an interest for Botany. At one point, he had stopped - finding the Crimson Turtle Rose at the side of the road, asking Chikage to pick it up for him, which the Genin did, he smelled the flower, talking about the beauty in the world, that the reason Shinobi are necessary is to preserve these kind of things.

"If you cannot see the beauty in the world, what do you fight for? This is what we fight to protect, it's the reason we're here." He exclaimed, it wasn't really an invitation to debate him about the purpose of the shinobi, not that he'd silence anyone who wanted to, but odds were the genin would not try and argue with the former Hokage.

Soon came dusk, and they were approaching Land of Storm border. Kishimoto told the kids to get into formation, The Golden Duck formation, he called it - one in front of the target, one behind, and one above in the treetops, in order to protect their VIP - in this case, Kishimoto.

It was quiet in this part of the road, they had come across several merchants and other travelers on their way, but now, it was completely empty, eery. "We're entering hostile territory, there could be non-allied shinobi at every turn, so make sure to be careful. We have to wait for our escort to find us, as we do not know where the village is." He said, very tense, till his face cracked into a smile. "So, let's sit down and enjoy a cup of tea!" He said, slinging down his backpack over his shoulder, bending his hand, with two fingers he dragged out the blanket from the top of the pack, putting it on the ground, getting out the four cups, he sat down and poured the tea, just like they had on the training field earlier the day. "If you brought food with you, it's fine to eat it now." He said, as he dug into his backpack, getting out a wooden box with Onigiri.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

As the cook of the Grog Warrior made her way to the inn, a man was thrown out through the door, she had neatly dodged the brawler before she peered inside, the smokey atmopshere of tobacco, alcohol and sweat let out a smell that would sting in most's eyes. There were several barmaidens carrying drinks and food to the patrons of the inn. Yet, in the very back, there was quite the ruckus going on. A lot of cheering, cursing and "What the hell" going on.

In the backroom sat five men one side of a table. They were all big guys, dockworkers, lumberjacks, carpenters, a ship hand and a mercenary bandit. All of their hands were pushed ontop of one another, pushing against a lone figure, much smaller in posture, a cigarette in his mouth, a bottle of cider in his hand, the smoke from the cigarette dancing in front of his eyepatch and over the brim of his hat.

The five men were pushing as hard as they could, while he took another swig of his drink, Veins popping in their faces as they put all of their combined strength into it, the Gunman's hand not moving an inch. "Ya' lot realize you're straight buggered by now, haven't you?" As a barwench walked past, he nodded for her to come over, as he put his empty bottle on her tray, using his now free hand to take out his cigarette from the corner of his mouth.

Kuhn's careless face changed for an instant, as he applied his strength, swinging his arm into the opposing side of the table, defeating all five of his opponents, as the five of them were thrown to the side, landing in a pile infront of Lina. He moved the position of his chair - which he had backwards, the backrest in front of him, resting his arms on it. "Now, dat didn't work out for ya, did it? You owe me another round." He cooed, as the five men tried to figure out what had happened. "Who the hell is this guy?!" One of them shouted, as the others broke into a laugh "I don't give a shit who he is, guy sure can armwrestle!"

Kuhn had a grin on his face, his demeanor seemed a bit more serious than usual. Less flirty than he usually was, his change in mood could be attributed to the bottle of cider he had downed. He caught a glimpse of Lina. "Oh hello there little lady!" He shouted. "Hey, guys, you owe my friend here a drink, too, or I'll beat your ass again."

"What brings you here? Find out anything useful?" He asked.