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Here's my character(s). I made two, if that's okay.



I'd like to join this, if there's still room.
@Oddsbod


Forbhin grumbled as his mount walked through the ramshackle town of Alonso, sheltering himself from the rain with a torn burlap sack. How did he end up here? Roaming through the dying carcass of a city, on a lame mule, his only shelter from the mournful rain being a rotting old sack. That he had to steal in the first place. Apparently his habits of disloyalty had finally come back to bite him, as none of the wealthier nobles in other lands hired him. However they figured out that he'd always turn tail and run when he actually had to protect them was lost to him.

He heard muffled voices around the corner. He dismounted, and peeked around the corner. What he saw was the town square's fountain, with two Legionnaires standing in front of it, one of them shouting.

The fountain was withered and dying. It wasn't ejecting any water, but that wasn't really an issue, seeing the pouring rain. It was covered in flowers, as if some fool actually bothered making the pitiful thing looking like anything less than obsolete and crumbling. The legionnaire shouted, "Join the Legion today! Travel the Tempesta, and build a new tomorrow!... The pay is mostly in food and board, and the real pay is the worthwhile work of the Legion. Make a difference, today! Louis has all the necessary paperwork..."

Forbhin rubbed his whiskered chin. It didn't sound like anything worthwhile, but if he were to join the Legion again, he could probably get work from the big wigs again! They'd probably be sending mercenaries just to find him! He mounted his mule, and trotted it over to the Legionnaires, clearing his throat as he approached them.

"Good day! I couldn't help but overhear that you were recruiting soldiers? If so, I would very much like to offer my services." Forbhin boasted.


The Slums of Rio were abuzz, even more than normal, with the news of the Brazilian Fighting Cup being reduced to cinders. Entire crowds formed in front of the small outdated televisions that broadcasted the smoking husk of the Fighting Cup. Except for the bastards who planted the bombs, hooting in their hideout.

Amist all the confusion, SYM-04 crawled out of a sewer grate. After escaping the Fighting Cup, he hopped into the ocean, and snaked his way here. There were a lot of people, lots of ki. But SYM-04 knew Horizon was still around here. If he tried to take their ki, he knew they would find him. He couldn't take any ki just yet, didn't need it. He didn't hurt much now. When it got dark, then SYM-04 would find ki. There was plenty of it. Knowing that, SYM-04 buried himself in a pile of garbage, and fell asleep.






Ivory squatted in Horizon Frontier's garden, watering some flowers. The door on the wall behind her slid open, and a man wearing black sunglasses entered, with two guards on either side of him.

"Ms. Ivory?" He said, clearing his throat

"Yes?" Ivory set the water pail down, standing up.

The man walked over and handed her a file folder. "Your first assignent. Japan has been suffering some issues with "Oni", and the weather. Your duty is to retrieve a specimen. Further details is located in this file."

The man walked out. Ivory went back to watering flowers.




Rod walked into the middle of a dark room.

"Wow, that car's fast! It's ama--"

"Rodney. You know why you've been called here." The overspeaker buzzed.

Rod's cheeky grin turned to a serious frown. "I know. The SYM-04 model escaped. In my defense, it was hard to expect a terrorist attack at here of all places."

"You promised you'd be able to watch over that thing." The overspeaker buzzed, slightly louder.

"Okay, okay. I know I promised a lot, but it's easy to get pretty confident when you have the, quote, The best technicians we, Horizon Frontiers, have scoured, unqoute, It's pretty easy to get a little inatent--"

"Your job was to make sure that failures to protection contingencies wouldn't happen", The overspeaker screeched slightly as it buzzed. Rod winced in pain.

"Look I'm sorry! I can take care of this, Just-- Give me one week, you know I can handle this! Geez... With our guys, finding a rogue Symbiote is bound to be like finding a lost puppy. I promise, I got this. Please."

The overspeaker hung with static. "Looking at your recent history, we will grant you three weeks. Or the terms of your employment shall be terminated." It clicked as it went offline, and a doorway opened, shining a blinding light into the dark, featureless room.


Forbhin Scarl

My steel is yours. Unless there's a strong possibility of death. What? Loyalty can't bring me back from the next world!




54 | Human | No Mage-Eyes


P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ Selfish
❖ Bitter
❖ Temperamental
❖ Liar
❖ Greedy


A P P E A R A N C E

Forbhin has a triangular face with a pointed chin. He has a well-groomed gray flattop connected to his shorthaired chinstrap beard. Over his left eye is an eyepatch, from when he lost it in battle years ago. He stands at 6"2' and weighs 160 lbs, with a lanky build with some muscle.

He wears a suit of black splint armor, with grey chainmail protecting his elbows and knees. Over his armor, he wears an orange tabard with The Cockatrice on it. He also has a short white cape that reaches the middle of his back. He wears black leather gloves, rather than actual gauntlets. Though he claims he bought it himself, it's just a lie. He stole it from his master when he died.

H I S T O R Y

Forbhin's history begins as a peasant child in the town of Wetleaf. When he was seven years old,his parents became horribly ill with a dangerous infection, forcing him to work day and night to pay for their medicine. Yet the medicine could not cure the disease, only put it off from worsening. It was infectious, meaning that he was not allowed to see them. When he was a young man, he finally had enough; He was breaking his back just to put off his parents inevitable death, and between them and a Drunkard Uncle, he hardly earned the gold he deserved. He hardly even saw his parents anymore, and he was finally tired.

He told his best friend whose parents had died years ago, and he worked in the same conditions Forbhin did, to keep their graves well maintained. His friend tried to convince Forbhin to stay multiple times on the evening of his departure, to which Forbhin stated that working to keep his parents alive for no gain was just as stupid as his friend keeping his parents graves clean. His friend lashed at Forbhin in a fit of rage, starting a fight which Forbhin won, but continuously beat his friend, even after the point of surrender and pleading. Though he hadn't killed his friend, one more strike would have. Forbhin left that night, and never saw him again.

After leaving Wetleaf, Forbhin eventually came across a knight's garrison. Lying, he managed to convince them that he was sent by some noble family from far off. Convinced, he was taken under the training of his master. After months of training, the two joined the Army of Heroes, and later defected to the People's Legion once the civil war broke out. The two were caught into a situation during a battle between the two forces where the Army of Heroes were being defeated by the People's Legion. Valuing his own survival above all else, Forbhin looted the insignia of a fallen Army soldier, and pretended that he was under their flag, and pretended his master was trying to kill him. He watched uncaringly as his master was cut down by six soldiers much stronger than him. Forbhin remained in the Army of Heroes for many years, when an absence of gold had him leave and travel as a Sellsword.

Now, fate, or in his case a lack of gold, beckons him to the Great Southern Road's hamlet.

I N V E N T O R Y

-Black Splint Armor
-A Brown Horse
-Rapier
-Three Days Rations
-Army of Heroes Insignia
-Tabard of the Cockatrice
-Eyepatch
-Black Gloves

O T H E R
@Oddsbod Here's Forbhin, updated with the issues you pointed out

Unfortunately, I will be unable to participate in this game. Sorry for any inconvenience. Good luck to you all!
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