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Talto weaves through the crowds of Mercenaries, carrying a pint of Ale in each hand, looking more like a ordinary servant, rather than a accomplished mercenary. The distinctive, and common smell of iron, and sweat fill Talto's nostrils as he brushes up against some of the armour wearing recruits. Talto takes both of the mugs of ale, and sets them besides the two men about to arm wrestle. He makes his way towards the man who rescued him, Captain Dothren Roketh. "Ay Captain, I'm looking at these new recruits, the Amazon, the Elves, even that...mage." Talto says, as he casually takes a sip from Dothren's mug. "So who're we aimin' for, Cap? Personally, I think that huge guy Brooch, you know the one in the huge armour? He's massive, I'd like to spar with him one time, purely for training. The Dwarf as well, Tudolf? Was his name? Anyways, even though he's a drunk, I feel like he has something up his sleeve....who knows, he could just be a drunk. But that mage....42. He scares me, more than anyone else in this room, even more than that demon. Something....something tells me that he's very dangerous."
I hope I did that right :/, still new to this.
_"A real Elven King?"_ _"No, no, no..they say he's exiled."_ _"They say he's from Dumir, too!"_ The rumors are quickly brushed off by Talto, as he sprints down the central walkway of the marketplace. In Talto's right hand he holds a coin purse, that is very intricate, and ornate, with designs of golden clams running across it. Behind Talto are two very dangerously looking men, with very heavy plate armor, and very long, sharp spears, behind them stands a fat, and rose cheeked man dressed in very fine, silk clothes that also happen to be embroidered in golden clams. _Get it back!_ The fat man screams, as he looks towards the armored men who appear to be his guards, and points towards Talto. The armored men give a approving grunt, and sprint towards Talto. _Shit._ Talto grasps the purse tighter, and sprints towards the one place he calls home, the only place he can call home. The guild hall of the mercenary company known as The Black Band. The doors of the guild hall are blown open by a heavy breathing Talto. Talto surveys the hall, while grasping his knees, and wiping his sweat. As he looks around the hall, he notices figures that he hasn't seen in the hall before, the ones that stand out, are a heavy armored man, a white haired man, and even a Elf. _"Oi, barkeep! Here's last month's payment"._ With a heavy clank, and rattling of coins, Talto drops the purse in front of the Barkeep, and continues his way towards the new figures. _"My name is King Redswift, as we are not in Dumir, I wont expect you to bow, but state your names in the presence of foreign royalty if you have any class."_ A king eh? Dumir? What's a king doing here? This self proclaimed King has peeked Talto's interest. Talto walks behind the self proclaimed King, and eventually makes his way to the front of Redswift. _"Hello there, your higne- your gra-, maje-."_ Talto stutters to the king. _"Ahem."_ Talto clears his throat. _"The name's Talto, nice to meet you, Mr. Redswift."_ As he walks by the King without a second look. _"I am the one known as Brooch Carmine, here to join the Black band and raise my shield and hammer in combat alongside you all, my new brothers and sisters!" _ Talto hears the loud roar, and turns towards the huge, and heavily armored man. Talto jumps on a table to reach this man's height, and he slaps the back of the large man's armor, with a surprising amount of force. _We'd be glad to fight alongside a man of your stature as well, Mr. Carmine!"_ Talto shouts in a childlike excitement. While enjoying laughing, and the new members joining. A memory of before comes to his mind, the faces of comrades, the faces of those he left. Talto wonders if he'll ever see those faces again, he wonders if he'll ever be able to apologize for leaving them to die.
I think everyone is waiting for the others too post haha
> Once a drunk nobody Tudolf became a drunk somebody Completely lost my shit, can't wait to see this character.
(QUICK CS, WILL ADD MORE LATER) CS Name- Talto Bruneer Race- Human Age: 14 Male/Female- Male Appearance- Talto stands 4'9", and weighs 95 lbs He is most commonly seen wearing a baggy white tank top, and loose fitting green cargo shorts, paired with martial arts slippers. His hair is kept neatly shaven, and is yet to grow facial hair. Prior to the augmentation Talto had brown hair, and dark brown eyes, but after the augmentation, the magic has changed his hair to a very dark grey, and his eyes to a azure blue. Has a large burn mark running down his back. Backstory- Raised as a orphan in the Imperial City of Avalad, Talto was keen on thieving, conning, and stealing to survive. One night while sleeping, Talto, and many other children in Avalad were abducted by some force unknown, it was then that they were taken to a military training camp far deep in the North. While he was captive, they were forced to undergo augmentation of a kind, perhaps even magical. Only Talto and a few children survived this change, and those that did were trained rigorously through day and night with almost no rest. It would seem as though fate did not want to see that these to exist, and during a night in which the children were tired, and the instructors were asleep, a mighty dragon came through and incinerated the camp. Some of the children tried to fight, but they too were killed, and while they tried to fight, Talto could only flee. He ran for days, not stopping for breath, food, or water, and while he did, he could only see the sight of his friends getting slaughtered by the dragon, eventually Talto collapsed from pure exhaustion. When Talto woke up, he was surrounded by men in armor, and when he opened his eyes, he fixated on a figure with his hand outstretched towards Talto, and the figure only said one thing. "So, will you put on the black band?" Talto stared at the man with eyes that were not broken, but were roaring with passion, and anger, and he grabbed his hand "I will wear the band." Skills- Talto is very well versed in the arts of war, and knows how to use a multitude of weapons efficiently, however he does prefer fighting with his fists, and his skill with his fists is great enough to be able to stand toe to toe with the Black Band's strongest brawler's. Talto fights dirty, and uses tactics that would be deemed "dishonorable". Talto knows basic survival training. Talto is very athletic, and can run for almost impossible amounts of time. Able to pick locks, and fool people decently Magic/magical abilities- Magically enhanced body, giving him strength and agility far past his years, and even giving him a strong resistance to other magics. While not formally trained in magic, it would seem that Talto has a natural affinity for lightning. Equipment- Basic clothing, combat knife, and a pair of gloves designed for a battlefield. Other - Talto is still a child, and will still think and act like one. In case of seeing anything traumatic, Talto will flee. Talto has a deep hatred for anything draconic, but is terrified of a actual Dragon.
Hey, this rp looks hype, I'll be working on a CS sometime soon, it'll hopefully a brawler of some sort, just need to get the OK for the idea I'm trying to do. EDIT: just read the due date for CS's, I hope I can still join haha
Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/lostpedia/images/6/61/2x03_Locke.png/revision/latest?cb=20110118084936 "enter image title here") (LOCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE) (STILL ADDING MORE) Quote: "Babylon will fall." Name: Yvon Sekatoran Aka The Broken Man Age: 42 Gender:M Sexuality: Asexual Personality: A stoic person at glance, but a cold passion burns within him. Yvon is fueled by his hatred of the Babylonian's, and his desire to bring the civilization down. A cruel, and driven person, Yvon will do anything to bring about the fall of Babylon and it's people. His methods and action's are usually perceived as cruel, but Yvon knows that they are necessary. Although seemingly ruthless, Yvon does hold a soft spot for children, and will break his normal "cruel" persona if he does see one in harm's way. He's very independent and aloof, but will work together if it means completing a common goal. As expected, Yvon will show little compassion, and is very harsh to work with, and even talk to. Faction: Rebirth Role: Cursed One Background: Yvon was a accountant long before the collapse, a simple man that loved his family and did his job. He had a son named Luka, a daughter named Rosanne, and a wife, Emilia. He lived in Upper Manhattan, in a somewhat above average home, in a decent neighborhood, a good life indeed. At first it was shaking, and Yvon and his family mistook for nothing more than a minor earthquake, then the fires begun, the looting, and the overall anarchy of the situation began, sadly during this time, Luka was crushed under a falling piece of debris. With the clothes on their back they traveled across the country, because they had heard rumors of a Utopia. So they did, and during this journey Emilia was lost due to malnutrition, but nonetheless, they continued in hope of a salvation. After a endless time of struggling to survive, they finally arrived at the Gate's of Babylon. They denied them access to Babylon. Yvon cursed, spat and bashed against the gate the he could not pass. The guard on watch fired a warning shot to stop Yvon's rage. Yvon only heard the faint gasp of his daughter, and the arrow piercing her. He took his daughter's corpse, and calmly walked away from the Gates. Yvon's eyes which had always been full of willpower, were now cold and sunken in, and as he walked with this daughter's corpse in hand, he came across a man named Deveaux, and from the moment they met each other's eyes, he knew Yvon was a broken man. (what's the price?) Special Power: Side-Effect:
Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/lostpedia/images/6/61/2x03_Locke.png/revision/latest?cb=20110118084936 "enter image title here") (LOCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE) (STILL ADDING MORE) Quote: "Babylon will fall." Name: Yvon Sekatoran Aka The Broken Man Age: 42 Gender:M Sexuality: Asexual Personality: A stoic person at glance, but a cold passion burns within him. Yvon is fueled by his hatred of the Babylonian's, and his desire to bring the civilization down. A cruel, and driven person, Yvon will do anything to bring about the fall of Babylon and it's people. His methods and action's are usually perceived as cruel, but Yvon knows that they are necessary. Although seemingly ruthless, Yvon does hold a soft spot for children, and will break his normal "cruel" persona if he does see one in harm's way. He's very independent and aloof, but will work together if it means completing a common goal. As expected, Yvon will show little compassion, and is very harsh to work with, and even talk to. Faction: Rebirth Role: Cursed One Background: Yvon was a accountant long before the collapse, a simple man that loved his family and did his job. He had a son named Luka, a daughter named Rosanne, and a wife, Emilia. He lived in Upper Manhattan, in a somewhat above average home, in a decent neighborhood, a good life indeed. At first it was shaking, and Yvon and his family mistook for nothing more than a minor earthquake, then the fires begun, the looting, and the overall anarchy of the situation began, sadly during this time, Luka was crushed under a falling piece of debris. With the clothes on their back they traveled across the country, because they had heard rumors of a Utopia. So they did, and during this journey Emilia was lost due to malnutrition, but nonetheless, they continued in hope of a salvation. After a endless time of struggling to survive, they finally arrived at the Gate's of Babylon. They denied them access to Babylon. Yvon cursed, spat and bashed against the gate the he could not pass. The guard on watch fired a warning shot to stop Yvon's rage. Yvon only heard the faint gasp of his daughter, and the arrow piercing her. He took his daughter's corpse, and calmly walked away from the Gates. Yvon's eyes which had always been full of willpower, were now cold and sunken in, and as he walked with this daughter's corpse in hand, he came across a man named Deveaux, and from the moment they met each other's eyes, he knew Yvon was a broken man. (what's the price?) Special Power: Side-Effect:
Looks sweet! Will be working a on a CS very soon.
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