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Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

Not done yet! XD
Name: General Epicoron

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Armor

Under his armor he is a humanoid canine, with a longish snout and triangular ears on the top of his head. He has short black fur with a grey belly and hands, along with is feet being grey as well. Has brilliant green eyes as well.
Stands at nine feet tall and three feet wide at the shoulders. He weighs 346 pounds in pure muscle from using the basic Cliff Lord gear.

Age: 45

Race: Cliff Lord, or as the Gerudo call them, DarkNut

Skills: Master swordsman
Military Genius
Unflappable Will (never runs from a fight.)
Magic Abilities: None

Weapons: Sacred Sword: As seen in his picture. Masterfully crafted by only the best Zuna blacksmiths, the Sacred Sword is given to only the most entrusted generals of the Darknut Legion.

Inventory: Sacred Armor: As seen in his picture. Again, crafted only by the best zuna blacksmiths. This armor is worn by generals or the most respected soldiers.
Sacred Helm: Same description as the armor.
His sword, armor, helmet, and shield are enchanted to be unbreakable. There are still ways to get him out his armor, however.

Bio: Born and raised as a general. His father was a general, his mother was a general, and so was his grandfather. He showed military promise at a young age, and now he is middle-aged for a cliff lord. When he enters the role play, he is taking an Initiate out to find a simple beast to fight.

Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

Name: Cordox, The Geomancer

Gender: Male

Appearance: Wears a brown robe with the Order of the Wizzrobe symbol on a green sash. This robe shadows his face, but shows his glowing green eyes and crane-like beak that pokes from the shadows. When he takes off his hood it shows he has an avian appearance, with brown feathers and a green one put into the mix here and there.

Age: 126

Race: Wizzrobe

Skills: really good cook
Master staff crafter
genius level intellect
can fight with a staff, and is a master at doing so.

Magic Abilities: Earth Magic Mastery
Adept at space and time magic.

Weapons: A staff made of what the Wizzrobe call IronHide Oak. It is tough as steel and just as hard.


Inventory: His staff and the clothes on his back. He also has a small necklace with a piece of jet on a pendant. This pendant is made of a strange humming metal that is golden in color, but as hard as any steel. It has glyphs on it that if you look at them long enough, you hear whispers in the back of your head.

Bio: An old and respected member of the Order of the Wizzrobe, he was a staff maker and cook for the monastery. When he wasn't doing his duties for the Order, he would spend time mostly perfecting his balance and inner peace, meditating and pondering the works of the universe. One day he decided to see how the other races were doing. And while the Inner Circle did not completely approve, they allowed him to make the journey.

Blood Money

Nu... the rookie that tried to get into Smythe's operation is an npc.

Unless you want your mob boss to die... Because the Kings of Blood are ruthless.

Blood Money

it's fine by me. I await your CS

Blood Money

i'm here more often now...
and i'm probably going to start doing my game master duties in character now.
Just need to decide who gets the first detective.

... and add despair, for a little spice.

bump too

Blood Money

Well its starting to die.
We need more members! NYEHHHH!

The Walking Dead - Northwards

but... why!?
It's not like he would be over powered
He doesn't have his animal empathy here.

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aaand finally posted

Blood Money

Meanwhile, the three members of the Kings of Blood that were told to track down that wannabe were overlooking what was apparently his hideout. It was packed with heavily armed guards. "Fuck, man. How did such an upstart get so much weaponry?" one of the men said. He was a giant of a man, 6'5" and built like a bull. But he was smart enough to know when to back away and this was it. "We can't go in there, we'll be turned into a bloody mess!" One of the other men speaks up "I'd rather be a bloody mess then deliver bad news to the boss, George. There's gotta be a way to get to him somehow." The last one, a rather scrawny young man, says "This doesn't seem right. There's only one man that can get this kind of firepower... and that's Mr. Smythe." "Shut up, benjie. You're a god damned coward. Let's wait the bastard out and see if he gets in range of my rifle." "He told us to bring the fucker's head to the client on a pike" "Shut your god damned mouth, smartass. I don wanna be here either, but we have job to do. A job that pays the bills and then some." They all chuckle a little. They don't know how John does it, but the guy always pays them off for a job well done, even if it's just a beggar that someone is annoyed at. But who were they to complain? Money is money, and neither of the three minded getting their hands filthy with blood.