Howilng Zinogre

Tales of Roaming Wanderers

Fatir just a little more muscular

Name
Fatir Forgesmith

Age
23

Height
6’2

Weight
200lbs

Hair
Stark white

Eye
(Left) Violet (Right) Shimmering Blue, when ability is active a series of runic marks begin to encircle his iris.

Sex
Male

Race
Drow descendant

Distinguishing features
Bright smiles and bright eyes

Skills

Blacksmithing
knows his way around a forge and able to create at current basic armor although he doesn’t wear much himself in the way of that. When it comes to weapons however Fatir can just about create anything that he has drawn or anything he can think up.

Drawing
Fatir developed this skill as he grew he had always had an active imagination and Sacred Blacksmith he apprenticed under encouraged him to never lose that creativity, “creativity is what makes being a sacred blacksmith so much fun the minds the limit” His teacher always said

Physique
Working in a forge from a young age Fatir without even his own noticing had gained a fighters physique this included but not limited to endurance, strength, speed, stamina. This was all thanks to the lifting bending moving and practicing. His Teachers motto “Never forge or make a weapon you don’t understand so to drive this point home Fatir was given books upon books upon books about weapons from all over (Still in the process of reading them all.)

Abilities

Mystic Forge
Thanks to being a Sacred Blacksmith Fatir is able to use a spell unique to only them. The Mystic forge is summoned after a fairly long incantation and the possession of a special artifact. And upon summoning Fatir may draw a weapon from said forge and imbue it with magical abilities up to 3 max. but putting that many abilities on a weapon at once causes it to form rather brittle.
No enchantments – a solid 21 strikes before it breaks
1 enchantment – 14 strikes before it breaks
2 enchantments – 7 strikes before it breaks
3enchantments – 3 strikes before it breaks

Weapons encyclopedia
Fatir doesn’t just read the books given to him he doesn’t just comprehend them, no as he reads he drifts into a trancelike state where as the information is absorbed its being written into the center section of his brain although he is deep within the trancelike state he is aware of his surroundings. After the info is learned and stored Fatir is able create these weapons with the help of his mystic forge.

Darkvision
Thanks to being a drow descendant Fatir is awarded a few of the drowlike abilities albeit they are all heavily watered down. The 1st being simple darkvision if a person was to extinguish all te torches in a room Fatir could still see clear as day. However he is no good in magical darkness

Fairy Fire
Another drowlike ability, Fatir is able to call upon 5 golfball sized balls of fire they serve but one purpose and that’s to provide light, they cannot burn nor harm anyone but can be broken down and manipulated and reformed again the only limit is your imagination.

Weapon Mastery
If Fatir can forge it he has complete understanding as to how to use it, knowing its flaws and weaknesses

Imbue (I can explain in depth about the enchantments if necessary)
When using the Mystic Forge Fatir has access to certain abilities he can place or imbue a weapon with currently he has access to basic enchantments, Ice, flame, Lightening, sound, brilliant energy, mercy.

Appraisal
Basic for a blacksmith can tell certain qualities of ores and precious gemstones simply by holding them and analyzing them.

Mining
Pickaxe to the wall searching for the necessary ore to forge

Personality
Excitable (In regards to weapons). Fun to be around. Hardworking. Optimistic. Doesn’t get angry easily but when he is angered its physically noticeable his eyes turn crimson and he becomes violent.)

History
Fatir was bought up by his then to be presumed mother who was an inn keeper. She was a softhearted woman and raised Fatir to be a man she wasn’t to soft on him but wasn’t to hard on him she pushed him to get out and play with the other kids but that didn’t really interest him much, what did interest him was the local forge it was ran by a massive man who only went by G. he seemed to have an obsession with wolves. G made what seemed like endless amounts of weapons but had 3 in particular that he would not sell and a set of armor and cloak that was as black as night. Needless to say Fatir couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to this place.

It happened by sheer luck that one day he was looking from the sidelines and G noticed him and cracked a smile and a chuckle before ushering young Fatir over and with no real warning put the boy to work. Moving ingots each week he was given more and more to do. As time went one G had begun to talk and teach Young Fatir more and more and everynight Fatir would come home and speak of the things that G showed him and taught him the conversations that they had. But there was a longing for more in Fatir, he wanted to craft his own weapon the pull to do so was almost uncontrollable. It happened in the middle of the night he awoke in a cold sweat and there was a deafening noise in his ear and a pounding headache BANG BANG BANG CLANG CLANG CLANG he stumbled down the hall trying to make it to his mothers room but passed out on the way.

When Fatir came too he was laying in his bed but the sounds didn’t stop he cradled his head and loosed a deafening howl of pain. His “Mother” Loosed a deep sigh she knew what was going on. He was beginning to come into his birthright. And his “Mother” retreated to her room returning with a necklace and placing it upon his neck the sounds dulled and Fatir fell into a deep sleep. In this sleep fatirs mind was flooded with knowledge of weapons a plenty but as they were learned they were locked techniques were learned and just as the weapons knowledge was locked aside the chant (Found at the bottom). After a few days Fatir had awakened as though nothing had happened. Upon heading back to the forge he was given a series of tasks as any other time and watched G while he completed his tasks and almost in an inexplicable manner began to call out each of the steps in an almost trancelike state,

Flattening. Breaking. Sorting. Stacking. Folding over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over.

Shaping the Casing. Shaping the heart of the blade. Assembling. Drawing. Forming the point. Shaping. Rough finishing. Clay Coating. Firing. Hardening. Shaping

Foundation polishing. Rough Polishing. Remedial Midgrade. Fine Polishing. Mudstone Polishing. Grain Polishing. Powder Polishing. Temperline Polishing. Burnishing Polishing. Point Polishing. Final polishing. Hilt FITTING.

G stopped part way through to see Fatir standing engulfed in a flame as a huge sigil created itself from the engulfing flame and after he finished the chant a blade of iron bathed in white fire was created but the moment he touched it, it shattered. G saw this and knew without a doubt that while rough around the edges this boy was the real deal.

10yrs later

Fatir was a damn good pprentice by now and had decided that there was more to see and other weapons to be learned of and created and while the books were great he wanted to get out there and see the world he wanted to experiment with other ores and find out other combinations of weapons he could create so after a long talk and a few tears he bid his mother and G farewell as he packed up and took off to places unknown.

Tales of Roaming Wanderers

Name
Fatir Forgesmith

Age
23

Height
6’2

Weight
200lbs

Hair
Stark white

Eye
(Left) Violet (Right) Shimmering Blue, when ability is active a series of runic marks begin to encircle his iris.

Sex
Male

Race
Drow descendant

Distinguishing features
Bright smiles and bright eyes

Skills

Blacksmithing
knows his way around a forge and able to create at current basic armor although he doesn’t wear much himself in the way of that. When it comes to weapons however Fatir can just about create anything that he has drawn or anything he can think up.

Drawing
Fatir developed this skill as he grew he had always had an active imagination and Sacred Blacksmith he apprenticed under encouraged him to never lose that creativity, “creativity is what makes being a sacred blacksmith so much fun the minds the limit” His teacher always said

Physique
Working in a forge from a young age Fatir without even his own noticing had gained a fighters physique this included but not limited to endurance, strength, speed, stamina. This was all thanks to the lifting bending moving and practicing. His Teachers motto “Never forge or make a weapon you don’t understand so to drive this point home Fatir was given books upon books upon books about weapons from all over (Still in the process of reading them all.)

Abilities

Mystic Forge
Thanks to being a Sacred Blacksmith Fatir is able to use a spell unique to only them. The Mystic forge is summoned after a fairly long incantation and the possession of a special artifact. And upon summoning Fatir may draw a weapon from said forge and imbue it with magical abilities up to 3 max. but putting that many abilities on a weapon at once causes it to form rather brittle.
No enchantments – a solid 21 strikes before it breaks
1 enchantment – 14 strikes before it breaks
2 enchantments – 7 strikes before it breaks
3enchantments – 3 strikes before it breaks

Weapons encyclopedia
Fatir doesn’t just read the books given to him he doesn’t just comprehend them, no as he reads he drifts into a trancelike state where as the information is absorbed its being written into the center section of his brain although he is deep within the trancelike state he is aware of his surroundings. After the info is learned and stored Fatir is able create these weapons with the help of his mystic forge.

Darkvision
Thanks to being a drow descendant Fatir is awarded a few of the drowlike abilities albeit they are all heavily watered down. The 1st being simple darkvision if a person was to extinguish all te torches in a room Fatir could still see clear as day. However he is no good in magical darkness

Fairy Fire
Another drowlike ability, Fatir is able to call upon 5 golfball sized balls of fire they serve but one purpose and that’s to provide light, they cannot burn nor harm anyone but can be broken down and manipulated and reformed again the only limit is your imagination.

Weapon Mastery
If Fatir can forge it he has complete understanding as to how to use it, knowing its flaws and weaknesses

Imbue (I can explain in depth about the enchantments if necessary)
When using the Mystic Forge Fatir has access to certain abilities he can place or imbue a weapon with currently he has access to basic enchantments, Ice, flame, Lightening, sound, brilliant energy, mercy.

Appraisal
Basic for a blacksmith can tell certain qualities of ores and precious gemstones simply by holding them and analyzing them.

Mining
Pickaxe to the wall searching for the necessary ore to forge

Personality
Excitable (In regards to weapons). Fun to be around. Hardworking. Optimistic. Doesn’t get angry easily but when he is angered its physically noticeable his eyes turn crimson and he becomes violent.)

History
Fatir was bought up by his then to be presumed mother who was an inn keeper. She was a softhearted woman and raised Fatir to be a man she wasn’t to soft on him but wasn’t to hard on him she pushed him to get out and play with the other kids but that didn’t really interest him much, what did interest him was the local forge it was ran by a massive man who only went by G. he seemed to have an obsession with wolves. G made what seemed like endless amounts of weapons but had 3 in particular that he would not sell and a set of armor and cloak that was as black as night. Needless to say Fatir couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to this place.

It happened by sheer luck that one day he was looking from the sidelines and G noticed him and cracked a smile and a chuckle before ushering young Fatir over and with no real warning put the boy to work. Moving ingots each week he was given more and more to do. As time went one G had begun to talk and teach Young Fatir more and more and everynight Fatir would come home and speak of the things that G showed him and taught him the conversations that they had. But there was a longing for more in Fatir, he wanted to craft his own weapon the pull to do so was almost uncontrollable. It happened in the middle of the night he awoke in a cold sweat and there was a deafening noise in his ear and a pounding headache BANG BANG BANG CLANG CLANG CLANG he stumbled down the hall trying to make it to his mothers room but passed out on the way.

When Fatir came too he was laying in his bed but the sounds didn’t stop he cradled his head and loosed a deafening howl of pain. His “Mother” Loosed a deep sigh she knew what was going on. He was beginning to come into his birthright. And his “Mother” retreated to her room returning with a necklace and placing it upon his neck the sounds dulled and Fatir fell into a deep sleep. In this sleep fatirs mind was flooded with knowledge of weapons a plenty but as they were learned they were locked techniques were learned and just as the weapons knowledge was locked aside the chant (Found at the bottom). After a few days Fatir had awakened as though nothing had happened. Upon heading back to the forge he was given a series of tasks as any other time and watched G while he completed his tasks and almost in an inexplicable manner began to call out each of the steps in an almost trancelike state,

Flattening. Breaking. Sorting. Stacking. Folding over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over.

Shaping the Casing. Shaping the heart of the blade. Assembling. Drawing. Forming the point. Shaping. Rough finishing. Clay Coating. Firing. Hardening. Shaping

Foundation polishing. Rough Polishing. Remedial Midgrade. Fine Polishing. Mudstone Polishing. Grain Polishing. Powder Polishing. Temperline Polishing. Burnishing Polishing. Point Polishing. Final polishing. Hilt FITTING.

G stopped part way through to see Fatir standing engulfed in a flame as a huge sigil created itself from the engulfing flame and after he finished the chant a blade of iron bathed in white fire was created but the moment he touched it, it shattered. G saw this and knew without a doubt that while rough around the edges this boy was the real deal.

10yrs later

Fatir was a damn good pprentice by now and had decided that there was more to see and other weapons to be learned of and created and while the books were great he wanted to get out there and see the world he wanted to experiment with other ores and find out other combinations of weapons he could create so after a long talk and a few tears he bid his mother and G farewell as he packed up and took off to places unknown.

Tales of Roaming Wanderers

hmmmm looking for a character to fit in. But is magic allowed

Tales of Roaming Wanderers

Totes interested

Lands of Lhivoria

The situation had begun to get ugly, Just as Gideon had inwardly predicted. The scene that was beginning to unfold caused a rising excitement in him but it was quickly quelled. If the scene was to get ugly there were children present and amidst the confusion they could get hurt. It didn’t help that there was a man hanging like a spider of sorts from the top of a building and riling up the guard. Gideon felt a slight chuckle come about anything that got under the skin of the guards always made him laugh. “Whats this now” Gideon said as he felt someone dump what felt like a small bucket of water on him. And then another hit him as he turned his direction to the sky ”What sort of rain was this?” This was not the first time Corsa experienced rain but rain of this variety was definitely new.

Moments later Gideon felt a smaller yet familiar presence near him and as he looked down he saw her, His Mirage so long as she was safe amidst this chaos there was no need for casualties. What was the meaning of this she asked.

“As expected they wanna cover up what happened in Arngrim as though people didn’t get hurt, You know the greater good bullshit. The Tin Mans only fuck up was that there are refugees from Arngrim standing right here amidst the crowd. And like the lady that approached the stage they were pissed.” Gideon said as he shook his head. “And I’m not sure about the sweet rolls ill ask him” Gideon said as he drew in a massive breath and shouted to the man on the roof.

”THANKS FOR THE DRINK BUT HOW ABOUT SOME SWEET ROLLS MAYBE SOME WELL DONE BOAR MEAT”

Gideon said followed by a hearty laugh.

The crowd was starting to whip up into a frenzy, the good thing was no one drew a weapon or assaulted a guard it was just growing from dull roar to loud shouts not including his own. At any rate Gideon shifted the placement of his hand inside of his cloak so if it got to bad he could grab mirge and get her out of harms way…not that she needed he had yet to meet anyone more nimble than her.

Lands of Lhivoria

The howl shook gideon to the bone. It was a howl unlike any other and could only come from one wolf he was fabled among the clan and went by the moniker BOTUM each letter bore its own meaning (Born of The Undying Moon) This wolf in and of itself was massive and sported fur as black as the night sky but still bore a radiance all its own he was a sight to behold. On this day though Botum was to be respected as any other day however he was now considered prey. Gideon knew he set his sights high but what point was there in one day leading your own Clan of barbarians if you werent ambitious? gideon pulled his cloak close and looked to the top of the mountain where Botum resided, he took a deep breath and began his trek up the mountain. The walk was long not to mention this was but a fools quest. Gideon could have set his sights on something anything smaller and less ferocious and still been considered a mn but it was almost as though he was pulled to the mountaintop.

Arriving at the top Gideon looked out and as able to see more of Lhivoria than he had bargained for. In the moment that Gideon had become enthralled with the view A deafening howl was heard from behind him...

"GIDEON" he tossed a bit and turned facing a wall in the much larger Bed that he had bought in awhile back. He was Perfectly happy sleeping on the floor but Mirage wouldnt allow it, hence the purchsing of a much larger bed. Gideon rarely complained though i mean all he had to do was heavy lifting here and there and help around the house, From time to tim they would take on a job to keep a form of income and had today been like any other thats what they would have done. This day however was the day she had been telling him about "Something something something meeting announcement."

He heard the door close and it was that, that caused him to awaken. Moments later gideon found himself getting up and readying himself and grabbing his armor and wolf cloak Gideon followed behind he couldnt have been more than an hr behind.

Arriving in town there was already a lrge gathering, and there on the podium did the tin foil guard stand as he began spouting bullshit but backpedaled trying to cover his ass. Looking around and sniffing the air it was faint almost impossible but gideon caught Mirages scent and positioned himself to keep an eye on her although he kind of stuck out like a sore thumb there werent too many hear that stood 6ft 7in and whats more he was clad in Obsidian wolf fur. Out of the corner of his eye Gideon saw a woman approaching the stage. "This could get ugly" Gideon Said as he continued to look on to see how the scene would unfold.  

Lands of Lhivoria

Gideon "The Black Howling"

Gideon

Age – 32

Height – 6ft 7in

Weight – 330lbs

Nickname - The Black Howling

Weapons - A greatsword "Fenrir", An obsidian colored short sword "Lobo", A crimson dagger "Fang"

Skin - contrary to the pic its more of a milk chocolate

Hair - Stark white

Eyes - crimson

Favorite foods - Meat

Abilities/Skills

Rage - A common ability possessed by all barbarians, its a forced trigger of the fight or flight mechanic that exists in every human, except there is no flight for him its fight and only FIGHT. this state causes a chain reaction in the body that increases Strength, stamina.
Tough SkinThanks to the constant exposure to icebaths and intensifying heat from sweat rooms Gideon is able to withstand intense weather conditions without much clothing or armor
ScentThe longer Gideon is around a person the the more time he has to capture the scent and able to track them with relative ease.

Artefact

Guise of The Undying
This Artefact is not a single item its a set of pieces that together form a cohesive Artefact. Each piece gives a different ability(s) but should they ever be seperated then the artefact will cease to function until reunited.
Helm-Howl of the undying- This allows for Gideon to raise his voice to be heard several miles away like the howl of a wolf. This can also be used to inspire courage making them feel as though they can take on any foe.
They can however reject the inspiration.
Cowl-Embraced by the Darkness- This allows Gideon (Only at night)To blend in perfectly with the darkness and allows him to see through it clear as day for 40ft.
Grieves/VambracesThese allow Gideon to run faster and lift more than normal and even faster in Rage-side effect of using any of these in rage will cause him to burn out and require a full 18hrs of sleep. he will become sluggish and start speaking nonsense.

Brief history - Gideon was raised amongst a group of battle hardened barbarians and was shown the ways of combat since he was able to hold a dagger. From that point on his life consisted of fighting, practicing, learning, training. the elders would attack him in the dead of night more often than not to be sure he was able to defend himself at a moments notice this processed until the ripe age of 13. At the age of 13 it was time for his proving his rite of passage into manhood if you will. It was simple you were shunned from the clan until you bought back a worthy kill.

Gideon set out after being shunned and days later after braving the elements and the beasts he was after he returned with not one but 3 larger than average adult sized ebony wolves. And was welcomed almost immediately back into the fold being praised and ready to begin his next stage. to find a band of brothers or start his own.

Gideon Chose the latter of the two He loved and respected all the teachings of this Band but he felt a call there was something that called to him a force if you will. Gideon would heed this call and as a parting gift he was awarded the 3 blades and a set of armor fit for a warlord that was comprised of his first kill. a helm made of wolf skull, and the rest consisting of greaves and loincloth and a cloak made of Obsidian wolf fur.

Gideon became a wanderer of sorts and wandered for quite some time until he happened upon a small valley that he could use to rest, this was quickly disturbed as he awoke to the sight of a fairly hungry group of coyotes. It was already to late they had pounced on him, knocking away the 1st few the others got good licks in on him while he was trained to defend himself it never happened against 7 opponents at once, and one got a deep bite into his heel and another into his shoulder. Gideon stood ready to fight for his now presumed dinner, but As he stood it was made apparent how deep the bite was and this caused him to damn near buckle. (Enter the amazing Mirage) just as he dropped an arrow struck the ground. In moments the coyotes had passed out and he felt an arm around his waist and a smaller figure supporting him as he was walked to a nearby home.

It was then that a duo was formed and quite inseparable, she nursed him back to health and he became the household muscle and the brawn in their duo. Truly Gideon felt that this was a bond that was necessary he was normally cautious but teaming up with Mia just felt...right. Winters came and went and the two only grew stronger in their teamwork and further strengthening their bonds.

Lands of Lhivoria

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@Cereline

- What are some interesting ideas or themes you've played with in the past?
Slice of life, gifted superpowered academies, BDSM, Bounty Hunters, Buddy Cops

Are there any RP cliches that you've really enjoyed?
Bdsm because it went beyond sex its having to play out the exchange of power and helping these characters grow to a point when they can open up to one another to TRUST the other with submission and dominance.

slice of life Honestly i really loved this one because of its versatility, it can have any setting in any time period but no matter what it always offers so much room for growth and depending on the setting offers the ability to branch of into much more action oriented plots.

- What about RP cliches that you've hated?
Gifted- one phrase to me sums this up MY COCK IS MUCH BIGGER THAN YOURS but seriously it was all about i can do xy and z and it doesnt have a weakness it was like playing with a bunch of preschool kids.

- Do "we" want to have one person control storyline twists and turns or have a group of adventurers who decide what to do together/based on the environment we construct for one another?
if it hasnt been suggested i think it would be cool if we took turns gming and if you arent okay with gming or not comfortable with it then that person can just instead play a villain of there creation that fits the plot

- Should the world be entirely original? Based on something? Or based on the real world (like a fantasy taking place in a specific part of the world at a specific time)?
id be down if we did sort of a growing nexus kind of thing where we can have a few sprinkled fandoms but ultimately its primarily a world of our own creation thats always expanding.

- Any elements you love to have in your roleplays? (Magic, specific fantasy species, etc.)
Technology (Its a recent obsession.) i have no qualms with anything else and am very flexible.

- Is there anything else I should ask?
i am all for discord, i will state this now i do battle with depression and sometimes it gets pretty bad but if ever i cant post i will inform the group and will give permission to the current gm to pilot my character.

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I am crazy interested but dead tired and if its cool id be down for answering all the question and throw my helm into the ring