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This is my bio, I can't rap, or sing for that matter, and it's been years since I've enthusiastically played an instrument. I don't think I've even listened to a full album of Kenyesus' work. But eyyyyy, who can't appreciate a talented man with a god complex.

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Can't wait for us to get started, and it's cool that you guys have a Skype group, but I didn't think to bring my mic with me when I left to visit my grand parents :/
@KenyeIsMyLife I'd like to mention, you don't have to edit out your A rank and extra B rank. Nice character btw c:


ok thx
In red will be the review.

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Thanks, Ill edit his personality to something more than a wet paperbag (maybe he can be a DRY PLASTIC SACK!), and work on my jutsu descriptions.

And yeh sorry, I was on my phone for a while, but I'm back on a decent computer.


My attempt
Cool game you've got here, ill post a character soon.
My character, feel free to tell me to edit anything.

Name: Godric "Sworn Son" of Resthaven Abbey



Age: 37
Species: Human
Country of Origin: Ferox

Weapons:

Due to the lack of any means of meaningful production, most of the equipment of the Order of Saint Vazius are relics of the past. While ancient weapons of an age long gone they are meticulously cared for and are typically handed down from mentor to student.

Order Glaive -

Standard issue glaive for Order Sergeants, Ferox Oak Shaft with Blessed-Steel Head. Blessed Steel is consecrated by a Chapter Chaplain, and is known to burn many unholy and evil creatures

Order Tower Shield -

Standard Issue, Ferox Oak with Blessed Steel boss at the center. Blessed Steel provides moderate protection from unholy magics.

Order Sergeant's Short Sword -

Standard Issue, Blessed Steel

Order Dagger "Hallowed" -

Gift from The Grand Master, Blessed Steel infused with Saint's Wrath, causes the very blood of Unholy and Evil creatures to ignite in holy flame.

Likes:
-Destroying the Enemies of the Order
-Prayer and faith
-Self-Reliance
-Temperance, Justice, patience

Dislikes:
-Foolhardiness
-Abusing one's power and status
-Laziness
-Non-humans

History:

The Order of Saint Vazius

The war saw some of the greatest atrocities and abuse of magics to be seen since time
immemorial. As situations grew dire many orders and guilds were created to combat the many threats of Ferox. A renowned order headed by the very religious daughter of the Queen of Ferox. Taking its name from an old Saint of Righteous Fury, the order was created. Such the first Grand Master of the order, Godella fought tooth and nail for her mother against the unholy abberations that vile sorcerers and cultists spawned. It seemed they were making progress, until the world finally broke, mass confusion and hysteria ensued as nations fell. The Order became fragmented with varying beliefs and values. Some even degenerated into petty banditry. The first Grand Master, Godella had long been dead by the end of the war, and splinter groups had little reason to reconnect. Still Godella's only child Farus, attempted to keep true to his mother's teaching and he and his successors of The Resthaven Chapter, remained the most unchanged since it's formation 800 years ago.

Resthaven Chapter

As the war was well under way, the order needed foot holds in other countries. As trade collapsed between Ferox and Resthaven it was all the more apparent for the local Chapter to protect fleeing civilians. As the war progressed at first they took some families into the monastery complex forming a small village of sorts, but as supplies dwindled as trade died, they began turning many away. While they still provide protection for travelers and serve to killing stray aberrants, they shy away from directly sheltering the people of Inculto. Today they are a sheltered and hermited order on a desert mesa, looking over the vast wastes. Its populace today are culturally Ferox practicing the old beliefs and traditions, and thinking of the native Incultonians as savages that need to be saved and reformed to proper Feroxian ways.

Their method of securing the surrounding deserts were largely based on old military doctrine where Paladins would lead Knights and their sergeants to forcefully pacify land, which due to the terrain and climate lead to very little gain for such a large investment. As such this tactic led to greater and greater apathy to the native populace. It wasn't until under the initiative of a few young Sergeants and Skirmishers, that they began sending light patrols in greater numbers (who are followed by a heavier contingent if need be) thus greatly expanding their area of operation. While they saw greater loss of life within individual members, than the old turtling display of force, they have served to protect Inculto humans, and more importantly root out dark creatures.

Today the Chapter works to rid abominations (saving natives being a secondary objective), but rumors of a promised holy land are too much to pass up. They periodically send lone, but skilled scouts to look for the fabled Pray in order to blaze the trail for future pilgrimages, or mass exodus if needed.

Godric

Godric was descendant of one of the few Inculto families that were sheltered within the monastary. As such he and his kin forever hold the Order in high regards and giving utmost loyalty to the Chapter Master. Part of a long line of Order Sergeants, they are less armored than the Order Paladins and Knights, but still pack the skill and mettle to be feared in combat. As part of the bulk fighting force of the order he participated in many daring hunts, raids and relief efforts under the few Order Paladins and Knights. While he himself will never lead on a white charger, in shining plate, or holy vestiges, both his subordinates and superiors recognize his skill and valor. It was made most apparent when learning of a Paladin's dire situation with undead monstrosities in the waste, he personally led a small force of eager sergeants and skirmishers. With no heavy or chaffing armor to bog them down they swiftly crossed dunes and dust to provide ready support in rebuking the corrupted souls. In honor of his initiative and accomplishments going above the call of duty, he was awarded a "Hallowing Dagger" usually reserved exclusively for the noble families of Paladins and Knights by the Grand Master himself. He spent the following years leading light-foot patrols around the desert greatly expanding the influence of the Order.

In recent memory the Order has been sending out small bands of lightly armored troops to patrol the deserts, but just a few moons ago Godric was in-tasked with finding a possible route to (or even just confirming the exsitance of) The Pray.

Today his Quest Begins.
Interesting world, I'll try to get a character posted soon.
Mathias | Dorms

Mathias sat quite bored on his bed frame -yes just a bed frame- no sheets, no mattress and certainly no pillows. The darn moving company had called and said they took the wrong turn and ended up in another town and it wouldn't be another day or so till they back track and make it to the academy. So here he was fiddling with his laptop, on top of a wire frame using his suit case of clothes and toiletries as a temporary head rest.
The New England weather wasn't all too different from the Moscow air, and the Korikovs making sure to drill the local languages of a operation area to their hunters made settling into the local community quite comfortable. His first few days in America were nice, some intrepid young bilingual airport attendants saw his last name and attempted to make small talk in German, but he just stared blankly at them and explained he was a Russian native through and through. He spoke very little of his ancestral tongue, he and his father would often joke that between the two of them, they can probably pass off for a kindergarten student on their best days. Still he wanted to at least be able to greet his grandfather in German.
Anyways he couldn't be of much use just sulking here, so he opted to head for the library and check out some medical texts, and maybe some of those famous American comics. What he found in the library was quite impressive actually, the place as he could see had quite a varied assortment of tomes and tales, it certainly wasn't your everyday library. No, that was an understatement, it was fuck-huge, the Korikov's archives were quite large, but this certainly would hold a rather large flame in the book worm competition. What a wonderful place to be.

|Library|
...

Nevermind, fuck this, its too big. Where the hell are the comics- err he means medical books? Hell, the Q section of the mystery genre took up its own damn wing.

...

And now he was in the damn history section. How? Why? When? The world will never know. He was about to give up when he saw a silhouette further into a aisle. He was visibly excited at this point to finally find help and had to keep a conscious effort not to just yell out for. He started to jog,

'Finally this torment will stop-'

Crash

He just tripped over those weird rolling library ladders- another appropriate reason to hate large libraries, or rather libraries in general. Everything can be gotten online these days, why did he have to decide to go here, it would have be- oh shoot, the silhouette might have noticed his little accident. He wanted to run away at this point but his ankle hurt too much, at this point he was done and just kinda let a phrase commonly uttered by his grandpa out.

"Ficken diese"

@Emma
Second character :3


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