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Goblin King of the Darkstorm Galaxy rides on the wings of Doom - grant me the power to fight my foes and defeat the Lords of the Moon!
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Goblin King of the Darkstorm Galaxy rides on the wings of Doom - grant me the power to fight my foes and defeat the Lords of the Moon!
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This Just In! The regulation size of Breadboxes has been decreased by law! A Breadbox is now, in fact, Bigger, than a Breadbox!
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This Just In! The Bee's Knees Are The Cat's Pyjammas. A Box Of Hair Is As Dumb As A Bag Of Rocks! And The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread Is In Fact, More Sliced Bread.
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The one disadvantage of having no offline life is that everyone you talk to online *does* have an offline life. So then on Saturday, when you're staying in, everyone else is off dealing with RL.
Personality: There are two things that Mathias considers to be most important. One of those things is the ability and willingness to help those in need. While he isn't exactly the most law-abiding citizen around, if someone were in danger, needed food, or even just wanted some company, Mathias would be more than willing to help out.
The other thing, however, shows a much different side of Mathias. If a woman who was even vaguely attractive were to walk within eyesight of him, Mathias would immediately start flirting with them, disregarding whatever he may have been doing before almost entirely. Ironically, he isn't a very good flirt at all, so any advances he could make would, more often than not, quickly fail. Oh well; even after inevitable failure, Mathias is more or less perfectly fine with just looking at them.
"Someone! Anyone! HELP!"
While walking in the streets of an Ilian city, Mathias heard a distinctly feminine cry for help. Grinning, the red-haired mercenary gripped his sword tightly and began running in the direction the cry came from.
Two for the price of one, eh? Mathias thought to himself. I get to help someone in need, AND I get to flirt with a lovely lady. It doesn't get any better than this!
Upon arriving at the origin of the scream, Mathias found an axe-toting brigand standing directly above what he assumed was the damsel in distress. The ruffian was portly, with a shaved head and not-so-shaved back, and wearing little more than a pair of torn pants. Not the most attractive bandit by any means.
"Get away from her, you pig!" Mathias called out to the brigand, his index finger pointing at him and his left hand resting on the grip of his sheathed blade. The bandit turned around and immediately ran towards his adversary, axe raised high and ready to crack open Mathias' skull.
In response, Mathias drew his sword and sliced the brigand's head off in a single stroke. After dodging the collapsing cadaver, the mercenary grinned and ran towards his prize, who had already begun to stand up.
"Are you okay, beautiful?" Mathias asked as he came closer and closer to the damsel. "If you aren't dinged up too bad, would you like to have some...dinner?"
The 'damsel' he had saved turned out to be a rather rotund woman dressed in peasant rags, wearing the biggest, happiest, and scariest grin Mathias had ever seen in his life. "Of course!" she responded raspily, arms outstretched. "Let me carry you there, handsome!"
"N-No thanks I'm good bye!" Horrified, Mathias immediately turned around and ran as fast as he could out of the alley. There was no damsel in distress nor evil thug back there. Just two overgrown pigs.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Simple description: Mathias doesn't wear much in the way of armor. Instead, he wears a simple salmon-colored vest, a white headband, orange shoes and white pants. He also wears a silver pendant in the shape of a fox's head around his neck.
Level: 1
Base Stats: Allocate points to the following stats. You have 45 points available at level 1, with 3 extra per level above (level 2: 48, level 3: 51 etcetcetc).
Health Points: 17
Strength: 8
Skill: 6
Speed: 6
Luck: 4
Defense: 4
Resistance: 0
Growths: Allocate the odds for levelups in the following stats. You have 360% available to allocate, or if you're promoted already you have 200%
Health Points: 60%
Strength: 70%
Skill: 65%
Speed: 55%
Luck: 30%
Defense: 45%
Resistance: 35%
Name: Vivian Viera
Title: The Violet
Age: 24
Class: Cavalier
Sexuality: Asexual; homoromantic
Home: Ilia
Equipment: Iron Lance, Vulnerary
Economy: 500 gold
Personality: Despite what one would expect, Vivian is not one of Mathias' floozies. Instead, while she does follow her younger companion's lead of helping those in need, Vivian also makes a habit of stopping Mathias' flirting attempts before they get out of hand. She isn't always around to do that, but she considers Mathias to be incompetent enough with his attempts to the point where it's not necessary for her to be by his side 24/7.
In an amusing contrast to Mathias, however, Vivian, a beautiful, calm and collected knight who is more than willing to help the needy, often attracts attention from members of both the opposite and the same sex. However, their advances often fall on deaf ears, as Vivian has little to no interest in such things. Instead, she prefers to have romantic relationships instead of sexual ones, albeit with fellow women exclusively. Men are completely out of the picture, which includes, of course, her partner, Mathias.
Vivian was sitting at a table in the corner of the bar, drinking her wine contentedly. Night had already fallen, and her partner, Mathias, was snoozing happily in the inn next door. Quiet time like this was always welcome, so, after finishing the last bit of wine that was currently in her mouth, Vivian gave a sigh and smiled.
"My, my," a suave voice remarked from behind the cavalier. "What's a fine specimen like you doing in a bar like this?"
Vivian turned around and saw a green-haired man wearing mercenary garb and an eyepatch. She stood up from her seat, frowned, and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I'm not fond of your type." After saying that, Vivian began walking towards the door to leave, but was stopped by the man.
"And I'm sorry, darling," the man responded, smirking, "but I love your type. So come with me and have a little fun, alright?"
Vivian continued to stare at the man with a frown and responded simply. "No."
The man frowned in response and groaned. "Alright, fine. I'll let you go off and do your thing with that red-haired mercenary bloke from Ilia." The man smirked again. "I can tell you're one of his floozies, and don't you dare tell me otherwise."
"Why would I be the 'floozy' of a man who is only marginally less of a lech than you?" Vivian retorted, placing a hand on her hip. "You're wasting my time. Please let me go like you said you would."
"A lech, huh?" The man grimaced, slowly reaching behind his back for a knife. "Well, I've been called worse, I suppose."
Before the assailant could draw his weapon, Vivian gave a swift kick to the man's jaw, knocking him out of the way and leaving him dazed enough for the cavalier to make a swift getaway towards the inn. She could imagine what the man had been called that was worse than a lech.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Simple description: Vivian wears gauntlets, greaves, and a set of armor that is light enough to allow for decent maneuverability, and solid enough to take a beating. However, the catch for the armor having both of these qualities is that it doesn't cover everything. Instead, it puts Vivian's cleavage and thighs on display for all to see. Something less revealing would have been preferred, but it was the most affordable option she could get her hands on.
Level: 1
Base Stats: Allocate points to the following stats. You have 45 points available at level 1, with 3 extra per level above (level 2: 48, level 3: 51 etcetcetc).
Health Points: 16
Strength: 6
Skill: 5
Speed: 7
Luck: 4
Defense: 7
Resistance: 0
Growths: Allocate the odds for level ups in the following stats. You have 360% available to allocate, or if you're promoted already you have 200%
I haven't made an oc in forever so I apologize if this is really bad or something, but here she is. I used the Minerva archetype as a kind of basis for making her.
Name: Alice Refia Title: The Crimson Rider Age: 19 Class: Wyvern Rider Sexuality: Straight Home:Bern
Equipment: Iron Lance, vulenary Economy: 500 gold
Personality: "My country before all", those are the words Alice has to repeat to herself she's the daughter of one the Bern Dragon Generals and despite being a girl she was raised the same as her two older brothers, she went through the same training and teaching and like the rest of her family she became fiercely loyal to Bern, and while never being as strong as either of her brothers she's a respectable warrior and tactician in her own right, however since she is often compared to her father and brothers she developed self-esteem issues.
She's often seems uptight and obsessed with her training, but beneath the tough-girl exterior she tries to show everyone lies a girl who always wanted to be treated as what she was, a girl, as mentioned before she was treated in the same way as her brothers were, and despite seemingly enjoying military life she often reads romance novels and admires the life style of the fancy noble ladies she reads about, but she tries hiding this from everyone around her.
In summary Alice at first glance seems like a harsh, tough-girl who is devoutly loyal to her country, but on the inside she's just someone who wants to live the life of a noble lady.
Alice quickly closed her book and hid it under her bed as she heard someone knock on her door. She was reading one of her romance novels again and if her father or one of her brothers caught her reading it she knew the lecture she would get, she was scolded for reading books like that before, "How will any of these books help you with your training?!" her father's voice had rang clear in her mind, he went on for hours about how these books were only detrimental to her. She never forgot that lecture and every night when she opened the book she was afraid of someone catching her, and she'd have to face her father again and look into his disappointed and angry eyes.
She hated when he stared disappointingly at her, it made her feel like a failure. She'd shake and tremble, and her eyes would water while her father scolded her. She never wanted her father to speak to her like that, but at the same time she found it unfair that she never got to do what she wanted, she liked training and she would willingly die for her country if it came down to it but she wanted once, just once to be treated as a proper lady, she wanted to attend one of those dances like they do in the books.
She must've gotten lost in her thoughts because she heard a knock at her door yet again and jumped up. "Just a minute!" she shouted making sure the book was hidden in one of her drawers. She adjusted her outfit and sighed, before opening the door. Her oldest brother stood in front of her, with a serious expression on his face and his hands behind his back. He was the more serious of her brothers but she was the one she looked up to the most. "Hello brother" she said smiling.
"Hello, sister, I came to fetch you, you were almost late for our training again." He said moving his hands to his side and looked around her room.
She looked down at the ground, she knew he was smart enough to figure out what she was doing in here, but she knew he would never tell father. He cared for her, and wouldn't let her face the wrath of her father. "I apologize brother, I will be down there in just a moment" she said nervously.
Alignment: Lawful good (I don't know how this works so I'm just guessing for this)
Simple description: She dresses regally in almost entirely red, a bit too regal for a wyvern rider but she feels it reflects her status as a noble lady. Her clothing is almost entirely in her favorite color, red.
Name: Talia Korvus - though she goes by Talia Wayrest, to avoid connection to her family. Title: Daughter of the Baroness of Phaelia, a minor Etrurian noble Age: 23 Class: Fighter Sexuality: Lesbian Home: Etruria
Equipment: Iron Axe, Vulnerary Economy: 500 Gold
Personality: In contrast to her appearance, Talia is a very happy, upbeat woman, idealistic and hopeful. She's a firm believer in freedom of choice and action, and hates the idea of being constrained in her actions by anything but her own conscience and ability - and she hates the idea of anyone else being so constrained. She firmly believes that she could leave the world a better place than she found it, and a way to do that is to defend the weak or vulnerable from those who prey on them - but she doesn't go out seeking dragons to slay, as it were. Rather, she hires herself out as guard when a caravan of pilgrims or a village needs someone willing to fight bandits or , offering reasonable rates - sometimes even just asking for night's food and lodging, if they can't provide any more than that.
"And because you can't pay his exorbitant taxes, your Lord won't defend you from the bandits when they come back again." Talia finished for the elder. At the man's acknowledgement, she continued, "I'll deal with them when they come... I can't do the same to your Lord, more's the pity." Not on my own, at least. And this village was hardly one able to lead a rebellion or even a riot.
Talia's hand tightened around the grip of her axe for a moment... the nobility of Elibe were a toxic tumor feeding on the people, stealing their lives and livlihood, oppressing them...
But now wasn't the time to pray for a violent overthrow of an order that had lasted for centuries... but she did hope it would come.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Simple description: She generally wears light, plain leather armor, dyed blood red. Her hair is cut short, and she has several scars on her face, arms and torso, giving her a much grimmer, deadly look that doesn't jive well with her behavior or demeanor.
Looks like we're expecting at least one Knight, maybe a Cavelier. So while I'm def gonna go for a heavier combatant, not sure we need another Knight... hm...