JulienJaden

The Absent King

I edited and expanded my post.

Great posts, everyone. :)

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@OneWayOut They are fantastic. I've been looking for songs like this for a while - as always, you only find something like this once you stop looking. XD

I'm afraid I can't offer much else to add to this list of peaceful setting music (although I adore your selection), at least none that fit the image I have of the setting (which renders some of soundtracks I have moot), but I'll include three pieces in case somebody wants to check them out anyway.

Bear McCreary - Battlestar Sonatica (Introspective, slow)
Bear McCreary - Kobol's Last Gleaming (Slow, Oriental)
Bear McCreary - Baltar's Dream

Most of my collection consists of epic music for heroic and battle scenes; if somebody is looking for that, I'll gladly leave something worth listening to:

Two Steps From Hell - El Dorado
Two Steps From Hell - For The Win
Groove Addics - Interstellar

I can pick out more if anybody wants me to.

Edit:
Got a few more things in store. Gonna list them in no specific order as I remember them and find the time to look them up on YouTube.

Hitoshi Sakimoto - Map (Dragon's Crown OST)
Groove Addicts - To Be Free
Zack Hemsey - See What I've Become
Audiomachine - The Final Hour
Clint Mansell - I'm Proud of You (Mass Effect 3 OST)
Clint Mansell - An End Once and For All (Mass Effect 3 OST)
Two Steps From Hell - Archangel

The Absent King

Annara

"I told you before, Alan", Annara responded, looking up from polishing her short swords and examining them for dents and hairline cracks she may have overlooked. "I wouldn't look so serious during the play if Lyla would finally get around to making that dress fit for humans to wear. I mean, look at me!"

She stood up and spun around elegantly, wearing her dark clothes and armor of leather and metal that left little to the imagination. Of course she wasn't the only dancer in the troupe and most of the elven women looked otherworldly beautiful, but perhaps that was why she and the two, three other pretty human girls caught the looks of their fellow humans - their bodies' blemishes made them seem more approachable. And Annara enjoyed the attention.
"I'm not exactly 'thickset', like she claims, but even I can't fit into a dress made for an elf without holding my breath. How about you try to dance, play and sing for three hours while you're being suffocated?"

Her words earned her a few chuckles from several of the men and women around, even from an elf or two within earshot, and she grinned along with them. The people around were in a fairly good mood, considering what the night had in store for them. She hadn't understood why they needed to do this, not the first few times when she more or less just watched as it happened. She had called Lothren a 'cruel bastard' and a few other, much less flattering things when she saw the handful of dead people amidst the burning houses, and Annara had been tempted to leave, to return to her people, to admit that leaving her home was a mistake. But Alan and the others made her understand. It certainly wasn't something she felt very comfortable with but she had accepted it and her part in it.

Still, Annara tried not to let it show. She preferred looking haughty over looking guilty and let her swords glide through the air for a moment, twirling them around and, satisfied with the sound, put them into their sheathes. She picked up her cup and sat down again, now next to Aust, and, with uncharacteristically clumsy "oops", intentionally spilled half of her wine, turning the ground red - a small offering but sometimes that was all they needed. That and a clear thought.
Elders, please don't take any child to you tonight. Let their parents be watchful and loyal and let mercy guide our every hand and step.

Her face must have turned somber for a moment as she prayed, for when she reopened her eyes, she thought she saw Aust give her a sideways glance but upon actually looking at him, he seemed to go about his business unaffected by her 'accident'.
She put her cheery smile on again.
"Alan got one thing right, though - You were great."

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

@Flagg Will do, once my current collab with Atrophy is done and I have an idea of how to describe the next morning.

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Nicholas

500 HP - 6/6

A pretty picture

Name: Nicholas

Age: 29

Physical description:
At 6'2'', Nicholas is neither a giant nor a mouse, a man of dark brown hair that is reaching out for his shoulders and is in dire need of a proper cut. His face is always covered with stubbles that hide the tiny cuts and scrapes a life by the sword comes with, making him appear more youthful and soft than he truly is. His dark brown eyes usually look attentive and friendly, adding to an impression that stands in stark contrast to the rest of his appearance and experience.

Nicholas' body is toned and muscular, a man in the form of his life, strong and fit for any challenge, or so he likes to make people think. Unfortunately, it is also covered with scars both small and large and his armor and clothes cover one that stands out among them all.

Birthplace: Sorei, Eteria

Magic User: Yes

Armor: Light

Armor

Not quite what I had in mind but it's as close as I could find it.
- The armor would be plain reinforced steel, none of that decoration.
- The pauldrons would be a little higher and the left arm would be left only have plate on the outside, rather than being covered entirely.
- Add a layer of plate to the legs (to protect them from the front) in your mind.
- Biggest addition: A broad kite shield, more metal than wood.
- Where armor doesn't cover the plain clothes and skin, he wears leather to soften blows and reinforced boots to go with the armor.

Stamina Rating: 6/6

Weapon(s): A bastard sword and a short sword.

Personality:
Nicholas is generally a friendly person who likes to crack jokes at his own expense and that of others, flirt and just generally keep the atmosphere light, sometimes making him appear careless and haughty; however, this impression can be deceptive. He is a good liar who tends to keep his intentions in the dark and doesn't feel comfortable confiding in somebody he doesn't know well, playing the role of the loudmouth to keep people at a certain distance and make them underestimate him.

But when action is called for, the deception ends. Nicholas faces threats head-on and keeps his cool and focus in most situations thanks to years of serving in a military of sorts and working as a mercenary. He defends those he is loyal to with reckless abandon, to the point where he values their life more than his own.

History:
Nicholas was an orphan, a nobody on the streets of Sorei who had to learn very soon that the orphanages were ill-equipped to deal with the sheer numbers of children like him. Times were particularly hard and without fending for himself and bringing home something of value, you usually didn't eat, which meant that you had to be either a good beggar or a good pickpocket. Nicholas became both.

But it wasn't until he joined the military that he actually began to shine. Unlike those who were taken from families, Nicholas had nobody to miss during long nights and had known nothing but hardship before this one; to him, it was a step up, learning how to fight and not having to worry about food as much. He showed talent for fighting with the sword early on, excelling both two-handed and with a shield to aid him; his skill earned him respect from those of his comrades who knew the value of honor or at least pretended to be, but although he had many friends or people he would have described as such, none were as close to his heart as Jessabelle and her sisters.

Isabelle was forced to join almost at the same time as him and they quickly came to like each other; through her, he met Jessabelle, her sisters and parents who treated him as cordially as could possibly be expected in these dark times. As others joined, he helped them, along with the other sisters, to suffer through the worst of it and come out on the other side relatively unscathed. As years passed and they grew up, Nicholas and Isabelle started a relationship and eventually got engaged, but it wasn't meant to last: Shortly after their parents died, he broke the engagement with little explanation and left everything behind.

From then on, he was on the road, living from mercenary work and the occasional spell, traveling and working with many different groups. He wandered from settlement to settlement in Eteria, Scion, and finally Azra. Whether he was looking for a purpose, work, or something else... He really couldn't tell anymore.

Other relevant information:
His left arm (his shield arm) is weaker than his right one and occasionally tremors run through it.
When he removes the glove on his right, one can see a silver ring on his fourth finger.
Other than his combat equipment, he has a backpack with food, water and what few belongings he has.
He has a keen interest in the world before the Catastrophe and reads everything he comes across, no matter how unreliable it is. As a result, he knows some things about ancient history, although not all of what he claims is necessarily true and somtimes, it is hard to tell where his acquired knowledge ends and his own jokes begin.
- Nicholas is a fairly talented pickpocket. -

Motivation: Could it be that this man wants nothing but fame and fortune? Only time will tell...

Significant Relations: Jessabelle and her sisters - first and foremost Isabelle (Nicholas' ex-fiancée)

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@icmasticc I've got something in the works. I might not be able to bring it to a state where I can send it to you until early on Monday, though.

The Absent King

That's one Mummer charsheet in the bag. :P

I'm curious to see what the others come up with.

The Absent King

Name: Annara en'Samat
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human - Eretol

Appearance: Bronze skin, long black hair. About 5'3'' tall. Toned body with feminine curves, a pretty face with high cheek bones, amber eyes; a few cuts and scrapes speak of hardship. Three small golden rings loop through each of her ears and a vine of black lines reaches from the back of her right hand up to her right shoulder and breast.
While they're moving through the desert, she wears two layers of clothes: The lower one is clingy and laced with leather and metal, designed to cover her modesty, keep her breasts from moving and, should the need arise, grant her freedom of movement and the bare minimum of protection in a fight; its colors are dark. The upper one is of very light color and weave and very wide around her form, covering her entirely and protecting her from the sun without hindering the air from moving around her form.

Brief character concept: A dancer and thus agile fighter who prefers two short swords or long knifes for a precise and quick offense and swift sidesteps and acrobatic moves for a reactive defense. She is no virgin but also has no deep, dark secret - she is simply a woman who felt drawn to this kind of life (which, I assume, is a mix of spy work, adventure and entertainment).
Character-wise, she would probably not get along with people who take themselves too seriously all the time or try to order everybody around but she is also caring and loyal to the people she trusts and likes.

History: The Eretol are a nomadic people who wander the Eretolian deserts, maintaining independence from the Aretan kingdom despite being related to it and largely surviving as facilitators of the Aretans' trade.

As a girl of the Samat tribe, Annara had a few options: She could marry and be content with having a family; she could join a caravan and perhaps become its leader one day, like her father; or she could go out into the world and see what it had to offer. When she was still a child, Annara thought that she wanted to follow in her parents and older siblings' footsteps, but when she was around 13, her tribe once more moved into one of the Aretan cities to trade and here, the girl ventured deeper into the city on her own and first saw what captivated her dreams thereafter: Dancers.

Mind you, they were 'exotic dancers', women of captivating beauty, feminine build and few garments that were shed one after the other, but there was something about them, a grace in how they carried themselves, a self-confidence in their movements and a power in the effect they had on their audience that fascinated Annara, even though it took her several more years to fully comprehend what she had witnessed and to find out what modesty and sexuality meant to her.

It was enough to make her practice any movement she could think of at any speed, to strengthen her muscles and improve her stamina, to watch and speak to any dancer she came across so she could learn anything there was to learn.

As years passed and, unfortunately, tensions between the Eretol and Aretans ran high every now and then, violent incidents were not unheard of and seeing the knights in their thick and clunky armor and heavy swords, dripping with the blood of her people, made Annara aware of how important it was to know how to fight. Her excursions to the cities became doubly useful as she saw soldiers up close and could see where the weakspots in their armor were and how difficult it was to move in them even for a strong man. With the help of smarter and more experienced fighters than herself, she learned how to combine her acquired agility and dexterity with deadly attacks and precise evasions.

Then, when she was 19, she left her tribe and home. She joined a band of Mummers 'of Merry Andrew', feeling like she had found the right place for herself, despite or perhaps because of the dangers of this life.

Ashes Pave The Road Ahead [Sci-Fi Post-Apocalyptic]

@Kingfisher I just can't stay away from you...
I very much like the theme and setting but I'm most curious about what kind of overarching story you have in mind for this.

Also, do you consume virgin blood to keep pumping out these concepts or will any blood sate your hunger?

The Reavers {Dark Fantasy / Post-Apocalyptic}

@icmasticc If there's still room for one more, I'd also like to announce my interest. I'm very curious about what you have in mind for this RP.