Lionheart

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Aldric's journey to town hall was cut short, partly by the yellow deer that went streaking past him and partly by his running into his father. "Good morning Father." He looked at the somewhat scrawny boy following behind his father, he didn't quite know who it was until he got a good look at him.. "Laciel, good morning." The blacksmith's son, he wasn't as hardy as his mother but he had a fine aptitude for knowledge, something Aldric greatly respected. Knowledge is power, his father always said.

Aldric cocked an eyebrow at his father, "That was a cobalt deer? I knew what was odd but I didn't think that's what it was. The creature went running by a moment ago." He cursed himself for missing the opportunity to catch the beast. If he had just been a bit more perceptive he would've caught on that it was a cobalt deer and made some effort to catch or at least follow it.

Still, it was a bit late for what ifs now. All Aldric could do was focus on how to catch it now. To which his father pointed to Laciel saying he had a plan. "Very good, what did you have in mind Laciel?"

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Aldric was patrolling the perimeter of the village, the cool breeze rustling the trees and his hair, the light from the midday sun was beaming down from the holes in the forest canopy. His hood was down, mainly because there was no need for it but also because it was rather stifling sometimes. Aldric walked the beaten path around the village, one he'd walked thousands of times before. His eyes examining just inside the treeline for anything peculiar.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement, a dark shape rushing out of the bushes. Aldric didn't quite see what it was, regardless he pulled up his hood and drew his bow, slinking across the ground to where the shape was. He checked the ground for tracks, finally finding what he was looking for.

Alric followed the tracks for some time, maybe an hour before he came to the end of the trail. What he saw took Aldric's breath away, a stunning field of flowers, animals of all kinds, lions, bears, boars, birds of all kinds and in the middle of them all a great white stag. It seemed like all of the animals gathered were bowing to the stag. Aldric saw what he was tracking just ahead of him, a big gray wolf was trotting towards the rest of the gathering.

Aldric was content to watch and see what was going on, shifting a bit to *Snap!* He cursed in his head as the sound of a twig breaking under his foot resounded through the clearing. Everything turned to face him, the wolf he followed being the closest. The white stag looked directly at the young man, he could feel the creature staring straight into his soul. Images flashed through his mind and he could hear the sound of Wolves howling. Aldric collapsed to his knees, clutching his head, staring up at the wolf as it bared it's fangs before pouncing on him.

He felt no pain, only some form of ripping sensation as his throat is torn to pieces. Aldric stared at the flowers surrounding him, admiring their beauty as his vision faded to nothing........
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Aldric woke in a cold sweat, his hand reaching to his throat as he recalled the past few minutes. "Just a dream." He thought, panting as he glanced around the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. The door on the western side of the room opposite his bed and the window just above it. A small table housed his bow and quiver with his longsword hanging off the chair by it's baldric.

He looked out the window, the sun almost cresting over the horizon but not quite. Aldric got up, pulling on his boots and finding a plain, white shirt to cover his bare chest. This early in the morning his father was sure to be up, likely starting a patrol or something. He put the baldric on, his sword hanging at his left hip, his hand lingered on the engraved pommel, the shape of a howling wolf. It was specially made for him, his personal symbol. His weathered, green cloak was hanging from a nail in the wall, he slung that around clipping the clasp of his brooch, which also was a wolf, shut. Next he slug his quiver over his back, his bow joining it.

Finally Aldric went to get his belt pouch which was over by his window, as he reached for it something caught his eye. A small bud was growing from the corner of his window, small and green and on a long, curling vine. Aldric had no idea what it was nor where it came from. Actually it was rather quite vexing as Aldric had spent years familiarizing himself with every plant that grew in the vale. The best thing he could think to do was leave it it for the time being, he'd ask his father about it later for sure.

Thinking of his father spurred Aldric to hurry and get started. He passed through the common room where Dagny was lying with her pups. He dearly loved his father's hound, such a stout and faithful companion. Hopefully one of her pups would prove to be such a companion for himself. Aldric took a quick peek into his parent's bedroom, confirming his mother was asleep and his father absent. His stomach growling Aldric took a quick detour through the kitchen, taking a loaf of bread and biting into it as he passed through the front door into the cool morning air.

His first effort would be to locate his father, see if the elder Eleros had any special designs for his son today. He also had to ask about the flower, it's small green image kept creeping into the young hunter's mind. He would first check town hall, that would be a fair bet and from there he can search the rest of the town in an hour or two. So he started towards the center of town, whistling a signal that his father would surely know if he heard it.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Role/Class: Ranger who's as deadly with a sword as he is with a bow.
Appearance:

General appearance

Armor

Name: Aldric Eleros
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Personality: Aldric is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man,
taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day.

Aldric is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about.

His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man.

Most of the young men in the village resent Aldric for being so hardworking and useful while they prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Aldric himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man.

Bio: Ever since Aldric was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult.

From the age of 7 Aldric accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village.

Aldric has a good relationship with his mother Marianne, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Aldric takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Aldric has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son.

As he's grown older, Aldric has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region.

Weapon: A longbow Aldric carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He has a custom made sword, it's a hand and half longsword with the likeness of a wolf on it's pommel.

Sword

Skills: Aldric is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

I'll think about it and make a decision before I post it in the other tab.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Role/Class: Ranger who's as deadly with a sword as he is with a bow.
Appearance:

General appearance

Armor

Name: Hunter Eleros
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Personality: Hunter is a sort of lone wolf, something he gets from his father, he prefers the solitude that hunting provides instead of any sort of camaraderie with others. He is a very responsible young man,
taking his perceived duty of guarding the Vale very seriously, serious enough that he trains every single day.

Hunter is a perfectionist in every thing he does, as such, he is very critical of himself and his actions, particularly how his actions, or rather his mistakes affect the village or those few people he cares about.

His general disposition is stoic, keeping to himself and observing. Social situations tend to see him standing to the side watching, however if you corner him for conversation you'll find he's a very well spoken man.

Most of the young men in the village resent Hunter for being so hardworking a useful while the prefer to flirt with girls or horse around. Hunter himself never took much pleasure in the horsing around bit, not unless that involved training for combat or hunting exercises. As for the flirting bit, there's something about saying crude things or acting vulgar towards really any human that just doesn't sit well with the young man.

Bio: Ever since Hunter was a young boy he showed great independence. In fact amongst all the kids his age he was the first to start walking, however he was the last to start talking. If only his parents knew how much that would tell about his personality as an adult.

From the age of 7 Hunter accompanied his father, Farrest on his trips to gather herbs, learning to identify most plants on sight. As he grew older and older he went with his father on more trips, he killed his first deer at age 10 on one such trip. However never was he allowed to go with his father to hunt the wild boar or the stray wolves who got to close to the village.

Hunter has a good relationship with his mother Mariann, while they don't share as much as he and his father they're still family, a fact that Hunter takes very seriously. That and his father treats his mother like a queen, a trait that Hunter has adopted from childhood and has always been the obedient son.

As he's grown older, Hunter has assumed more and more of his father's mantle, hunting for the poor of the village, gathering herbs for the Doctor, and recently he's been trusted to hunt feral beasts and ward off the bandits in the region.

Weapon: A longbow hunter carved himself a few years ago. Well made and stout it's seen many hunts and has remained reliable. He also carries a simple longsword with the likeness of a wolf on the pommel.

Skills: Hunter is a very capable outdoors-man, tracking, gathering, and of course hunting, come as naturally to him as breathing. An equally capable archer, Hunter's skills with a bow rival his father's. Hunter practices with his sword as often as possible making him a formidable combatant.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

You playing the parents is fine by me. As for a side plot, why choose? Both could be interesting. If one must be dominant I don't have a preference either way.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Well, this looks interesting. If I may I'll get started on a CS for the Ranger's son.

The Fog

Sorry, didn't realize I was holding us up. Won't happen again.

The Fog

Garen's twin assault was dodged by a surprisingly spry backstep on the part of the bone man, irritating that a man in so heavy armor could be so agile. Still, it was information that Garen could process and use. He started circling, wary of another lightning attack. As he circled his opponent his eyes searched for a weakness, obviously there would be gaps were the joints were but those were to obvious weaknesses for Garen to use. No the bone man would be expecting that.

As he was examining his opponent he saw a woman knock an arrow and fire right at his enemy. It deflected harmlessly of his pauldron of course, but the distraction she cause as the bone man lifted his spear to fire at her was all an experienced fighter needed, and Garen was nothing if not experienced.

He charged, both blades hanging low. The aim was to shove them both under his arms where his armor would be weakest. As he drew closer out of the corner of his eye he saw another woman start sprinting towards his enemy, blades drawn, obviously seizing the same opportunity.
He slowed his pace a little, allowing the woman to strike first. at the end of her charge she pounced at the bone man, blades aimed at his neck. Garen himself reached the man rolling partially to the side and thrusting Gwynt right under the bone man's spear aem.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

After the immediate battle had settled with the surviving enemies retreating and hiding, Alvin gave Griswald a sideways smirk. "Well that was easy, should only be a couple more men standing between us and escape. So, you, me, and Marwood." He said looking over to the other prince and raising his voice a little to get his attention. "Shall advance forward with our lances and hopefully make short work of them and hightail it outta here." He finished with a final nod to Marwood and Griswald.

"Shall we?" Alvin gripped Medea's reins in his hand and urged the wyvern forward, coming to a stop a few feet in front of the man with the spiked mace. Behind him he heard one amongst his company call out.

"Oi! Morag you pox-ridden, ponce brained, limp wristed sheep fondler! I've come to repay the hospitality you showed my boy last month!"

Alvin turned and saw the archer who had been helping them escape, so he was a streetlord of some kind? His experiance in surviving the outside world would prove invaluable, so Alvin put on his best lord face and stared Morag down. "So, you've grieved my friend have you? I 'll tell you what, stand aside or you'll be wyvern food." The threat delivered in an ice cold voice uncharacteristic of Alvin. If anyone who knew him had heard him they'd be shocked at the pure malice in his voice. "And I assure you, she's quite hungry." He added, patting Medea's neck who let out a low snarl for emphasis.