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Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

@VitaVitaAR Thanks for the feedback, I'll work on it. I have an appointment today though, so I'll be a while.

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

Alright here's my guy, though I don't have any pictures of him at the moment. I put him down for cups but he could also be swords... At any rate, tell me if I need to fix anything.

Rogar

Name: Rogar Derrigan
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Hundi
Rank: 5 of swords

Appearance: A large man covered in muscle and checkered with scars, which serve as proof of his many battles. His ears take the form of the wolf's, battered and torn from countless fights. His hair is matted and wild, as is the fur on his tail. Rogar's head is sqaure and his features give him the air of a battle scarred warrior, but his eyes are keen and honest.

Personality: Rogar is an honest and straightforward person. He takes things as they come and acts according to what he believes is best. He lives life to the fullest and leaves the thinking to those better at it than him. He gives absolute loyalty to those that earn his respect and will fight till death for them, if need be. He's loyal, courageous and always on the positive side. He dislikes conflict between his friends and strives to keep the balance, and while he's not generally a smart man he's quite good at divining people's feelings.

Brief Backstory: As a child Rogar's life was defined by his curiosity. He wanted to know anything and everything about his surroundings, though in the end he had never stuck with anything for long. He and his parents lived with their siblings in a small town in Ithillin. He and his siblings were trained in the art of battle, as was common in Hundi families, but Rogar showed less motivation for it than his siblings. This worried his parents, but the simple truth of it was that he had nothing to aim for. Had he stayed the way he was it was likely he would've become a rather mediocre warrior, settling down early and whiling his years away looking after his children. This changed one day, when he caught a glimpse of the wider world.

It was a fateful encounter. A wandering bard had stopped at the village to replenish their supplies before heading on their way. Curious as he was Rogar decided to follow them outside of the village. Not long aftewards, however, the traveler was beset by monsters. Rogar could do nothing but watch, but as it turned out that was all he needed to do. The stranger drew their sword and cut them down with incredible skill. Amazed, Rogar watched on. Soon after the battle was over, and the stranger discovered Rogar. Rogar made to run away but the stranger beckoned him closer. What followed was an evening of stories and music, as the enamored Rogar was told tales of strong warriors, wise magicians and courageous adventurers. The stranger told Rogar that they were also an adventurer. Time passed and the next morning Rogar returned to the village, burning with passion.

When Rogar was 16 he and his siblings left their home and went their separate ways. They went to test their skills, of course, but Rogar wished to find that stranger once more. He didn't know their name but he believed that he would find it eventually if he too became an adventurer. And so he went to the largest adventurer's guild, in the land of Estival, and quickly distinguished himself as a stalwart warrior. First one into the fight and the last one out, and he never surrendered. Even so he had never once seen the stranger again, though he hasn't given up on it yet.

Equipment:

• Horn of the vanguard - A magical artifact he found in a dungeon during his adventuring career. Blowing it increases the strength and stamina of allies, and it also increases the enmity of nearby enemies towards the user.
• Common steel sword - Heavily due to use over a long period but maintained well.
• Steel kite shield - A large shield capable of covering most of the body if the user crouches behind it. Battered but strong.
• Light metal armour - Armour made of steel and leather, made to provide a reasonable amount of protection while maintaining mobility. Covers important areas but areas around the joints aren't protected as well.
• Steel helmet - A steel helmet with an open face. Rogar dislikes helmets as they restrict his vision and hearing. However, since it could be the difference between life and death, he reluctantly had a helmet made that fit on his head and that didn't restrict his vision too much.

Skills:
Sword and shield
Rogar's preferred method of fighting involves close ranged combat with blade and shield. Blocking, parrying, bashing and throwing are part of his repertoire. He focuses on versatility and can do many things well. He makes an effective front-liner for a party and is able to get by without a party, if need be.

Gathering
Rogar's parents gave he and his siblings a crash course in survival as they recognised the children would one day spend significant periods of time travelling. Rogar was especially good at it compared to his siblings and can forage the wild for some edible and medicinal plants. He has little formal knowledge, however, and doesn't know much that an experienced adventurer would not find out over the years.

Cooking
Rogar was gifted with a keen sense of smell, a gift his mother recognised to be useful for cooking. She taught him several family recipes, most of which used small game that could be gotten from hunting. Rogar doesn't cook often as the special condiments needed for it are considered luxuries for adventurers. Even so he always carries some basic spices in case he needs them.

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

@Sho Minazuki: I'll take a look shortly.

@Lord of Evil: Orcs are specifically noted not to be playable. ^^;

@VitaVitaAR

Oh right, sorry. I'll go over it again in detail when I finish my work.

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

Hola, is there still room in this? Got an idea for an orc bard I want to try.

Scion: A Modern Odyssey

Alright, here we are. I don't know what I can get away with so feel free to tell me if there are any problems.

Darius

Name: Darius Crow
Age: 25
Pantheon: Roman Pantheon
Divine Parent: Mars

Appearance: A well muscled man, covered in bronze skin, with a rugged face framed by wild brown hair. Darius cuts an imposing figure from afar. Belying the battle-hardened warrior, however, are a pair of clear brown eyes, shining with honesty. He normally wears a sleeveless, grey fur-lined coat with a leather vest for protection and black dyed pants, tying it off with steel tipped shoes. His hands are typically encased in steel gauntlets and he is generally seen clutching his signature shields, though on occasion he uses the shortsword strapped to his belt.

Personality: Darius is a simple person with simple values. He knows he won't know everything so he does what he can and doesn't worry about anything else. At times this makes him out to be a mature individual, moving on from tragedy quickly as he tackles his daily duties. At other times it gives him a child-like innocence as his attention is taken from one shiny thing to the next. He likes fighting and honing his skills but he doesn't seek it out on purpose. For Darius having food, water and a place to sleep are enough to settle for. With that being said, he does have some ambitions in life. Seeing his potential and being a good person are his chief goals in life, and ones he has promised to stray from. Darius is very much a person who lives in the moment, tied to neither a regretful past nor a weighty future. It's an attitude that gives him trouble every so often, but

History: Darius was born to a group of nomadic warriors who venerated the art of battle. He didn't know his parents but that wasn't uncommon in the 'tribe'. The group wouldn't stop their members from leaving, they saw it as a kind of calling. What would warriors do with no war? The group moved place to place on principle, they kept the purity of battle to prevent being tied down by politics and the like. But taking no sides means having little conflict, and it was inevitable that warriors eager to prove themselves would seek out houses to pledge their name to. They were the crows of the battlefield, moving from one to the next, and every so often they made their mark on history. They took techniques from all schools and collected all manner of weapons in order to hone the art of combat, but they took to secrecy, lest the sanctity of their art be tainted by outsiders. Leaving was a common occurence but not many were given the privilege of joining the secretive group, and not many came back after they left. They took in orphans, training the promising ones in their arts and the rest were used to cover their activities.

Darius's early life was marked by training. Training, training and more training. They taught to him every weapon of war, honed his body sharper than any blade, and drilled into his mind the knowledge of battlefield arts. They didn't stay anywhere long, they believed that true mastery of fighting couldn't be cultivated by sticking to one place. For Darius, despite the lack of a mother and father, it was a good life missing nothing. His trainers acted as his parents, his fellows trainees being his brothers and sisters. Food was not scarce in this day and age and there were plenty of good moments to be had. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what else was out there. Cut off as they were from the world at large, the few glimpses he got of it only magnified his natural curiosity.

When he came of age Darius received his birthright, and a meeting from his father. A man of military bearing came to the group one day. A total stranger to Darius but the elders of the group bowed to the figure. Ignoring them the military man approached Darius and bestowed on him a round metal shield, intricately etched with scenes of battle. He told Darius that it had been in the family for a long time. The man had given it its blessings a long time ago and he'd given it to a friend. The man told Darius that it had protected his mother, and now it was his turn to use it. Shortly afterwards the military man disappeared. The elders wouldn't talk about it but Darius pieced it together for himself. His father was Mars, the roman god of war. His mother had appeared one day with Darius in tow and dropped him off before she left again. They hadn't known the father until he'd appeared that day, but they had felt the man's godhood as they stood in his presence. More than that, they felt it in their warrior's blood. For the group to be blessed by the blood of a war god was an auspicious occasion, but for Darius it cemented his will to learn more about the world. He had been given his birthright on that day, but more than that, he'd realised how little he knew about himself. After more years of hard training Darius finally set off on a journey to discover his capabilities. The group were sad to see a specimen like him go, but what was a warrior without war? Darius headed out to fight his own war and not once did he look back.

Abilities/skills: Darius is well versed in anything that could be called a weapon, be that blade or gun. He's most familiar, however, with his own body, and focuses on unarmed combat. His main "weapon", if it can be called that, is his birthright, the shield given to him by his father. He wields the shield in his left hand and a smaller parrying shield on his right. He fuses the shield technique from a sword-and-shield focused style with the free-flowing movement of martial arts resulting in a strange acrobatic defense style focusing on survivability. What it lacks in lethality it makes up for in versatility, adding a suite of bashes, parries and throws to a diverse move pool, bolstered by his quick reflexes and knowledge of battlefield tactics. Darius innovated the style beginning from a certain shield-bearing superhero and added his own twists to the perceived formula. Aside from combat skills he has the ability to drive cars, but strangely bad at using modern technology aside from vehicles and weapons.

Supernatural abilities: Darius wields enhanced strength, speed and reflexes as gifts from his patron, sporting abilities not unlike what laymen would call "a supersoldier". Along with slightly enhanced natural healing and the capability to quickly learn combat techniques from fighting, it also makes him an excellent student of war. Finally, the blood of Mars gives him some skill in agriculture, though Darius himself hasn't pursued the field much.

Birthright: The shield of the war god, a shield belonging to an ancient warrior who performed great deeds on the battlefield. It has been reforged and changed hands over and over again, used in battle after battle, before it received its moniker from the blessing of Mars Ultor. The shield was given the power to protect and given to a man who sought revenge. It safeguarded the man until his retirement where it was passed down to his firstborn. The shield is near-unbreakable when faced with human weapons and will uphold the user's stamina so long as they fight for a cause. The shield cannot be lost by the current user until there comes a time the user decides on a successor.

Scion: A Modern Odyssey

I'm interested. Planning to make a guy with a shield, maybe two. We'll see.

Primordial Extinction || A Dinosaur Apocalypse Roleplay

Sidney turned his head as he heard his name called and spotted a brown haired boy named Milo. Sidney wondered if the boy had business with him, and he briefly considered stopping in his tracks. Instead, he gave the boy a wave and turned back on his way. He remembered Milo, a friendly enough new arrival who said hello to everyone. Sidney supposed that it would be easier to live in Amberstone if he was friendlier with the people, but he'd never minded it so he'd never thought it through. Sidney had still been quite young when he'd arrived, and he had never been much of a talker. Eventually the people around him seemed to get used to him, and that was all he could really ask for.

Eventually, Sidney noticed that he'd slowed down. He hummed quietly to himself and picked up the pace a little. He was going to go outside the village walls, and while he wasn't planning to go very far, losing focus would still be dangerous. Sidney moved his thoughts of Milo and the past behind as he approached the gates. History was history, he wasn't planning on repeating it. He was sure he hadn't done anything special to elicit Milo's attention, but if Sidney had done something then the brown haired boy would surely make it known. In the mean time, however, Sidney would run at his own pace, like he usually did.

Primordial Extinction || A Dinosaur Apocalypse Roleplay

Sidney sat just outside his house, facing the main gate. His house (though it was his aunt and uncle's house, really) was close to the edge of Amberstone, since they arrived when the village had been settled in for a long time. He didn't mind it so much, it was kind of the village to give them anything at all. And so Sidney sat, supporting his head with an upraised arm propped up on his leg, staring at the gates. It was early in the day and there were a good many villagers going about their morning duties, and he supposed that he should do so too. But he didn't really have any to do, since he'd already done them. He'd woken up early, as usual, and did the preparations while it was still dark. He was used to the dark before the sun rose and he liked the solitude. Still, it had a tendency of causing issues just like the one he was experiencing now. Simply put, he had nothing else to do. Sidney was bored and he didn't know what to do.

Sidney and the members of his old village helped Amberstone by setting traps and gathering, and they were quite good at getting dinosaur eggs. But the eggs were picked pretty recently, and they wouldn't be doing it again for a while. The traps would be checked later, but he wouldn't be doing that anyway. In the end, there was nothing more to do. But of course, that meant...
"Looks like I'm going outside today." Sidney muttered to himself.

He picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off before going towards the gate. There was some distance between him and the main gate but he took his time, savoring the moment. Days where Sidney had nothing to do were a precious commodity in this day and age.

Primordial Extinction || A Dinosaur Apocalypse Roleplay

Sidney

Sidney Greenheart

"Tomorrow's problems are tomorrow me's problems. Can't do much about it now, so why don't we relax for a little while?"

Name

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Sidney Greenheart

Age

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18

Gender

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Male

Appearance

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A dark eyed brown haired boy of average looks and height, supporting a slim build with hints of muscle. His physicalities are very much that of a typical boy his age, perhaps a little slimmer than usual, but Sidney nevertheless has his own uniqueness. His eyes have a certain far-off quality to them, giving Sidney a certain vacant air. His face is pretty average but is almost always adorned with a smile. Sidney wears whatever he grabs first as he doesn't have much of a consistent look. Still, those that know him can easily recognise "the Sidney look".

Personality

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Sidney is a very laid-back person, seemingly very close to the point of being naive. He's a little quiet and a little distant, and he lets his mind wander perhaps a little too much, but he's pretty sociable if he needs to be. Sidney is more of a listener than a talker, and when he does talk it's rather simple. This makes him pretty quiet but he actually talks surprisingly often, and speaks his mind without thinking much. He's famous for missing social cues but he always keeps his head in tight situations and remains positive no matter the odds. In short, he's a stable sort of person even if he isn't always all there. He likes learning new things and seeing new places, and is generally never averse to a new experience.

Background

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Sidney doesn't remember a lot about his early life. He lived in a settlement whose people emphasized stealth, traps and scavenging over fighting. Their settlement area was ideal for life but it happened to be the hot zone where the territories of several different dinosaur clans intersected. As such, the settlement leaders eventually decided to leave the area for safer pastures. Some of the people stayed behind, be it because they wished to stay, or because they were physically unable to move. The rest moved on, but their numbers began being whittled down. Through a long, winding journey, the survivors eventually made it to Amberstone, but they'd lost more than half their number through a disastrous series of events. Nevertheless, they had made it. And for young Sidney at the time, fresh from losing members of his family, it was like the gold at the end of the rainbow. He settled down in Amberstone with his aunt and uncle. Their scouting abilities helped them get enough to live on and his days were peaceful. It was what his family had wanted, but what about Sidney himself? It had been a dark experience for one so young, and he knew he didn't want to repeat it anytime soon. But the journey had shown Sidney new things, things he never knew existed. In the end, despite the danger, despite everything he'd lost on the journey, Sidney had felt some measure of gratification through the journey. The reward had been worth it, but he couldn't help but wonder what else was out there, what new horizons he had not yet seen.

Primordial Extinction || A Dinosaur Apocalypse Roleplay

Right, there we are. Tell me if something is wrong with it.

Sidney

Sidney Greenheart

"Tomorrow's problems are tomorrow me's problems. Can't do much about it now, so why don't we relax for a little while?"

Name

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Sidney Greenheart

Age

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18

Gender

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Male

Appearance

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A dark eyed brown haired boy of average looks and height, supporting a slim build with hints of muscle. His physicalities are very much that of a typical boy his age, perhaps a little slimmer than usual, but Sidney nevertheless has his own uniqueness. His eyes have a certain far-off quality to them, giving Sidney a certain vacant air. His face is pretty average but is almost always adorned with a smile. Sidney wears whatever he grabs first as he doesn't have much of a consistent look. Still, those that know him can easily recognise "the Sidney look".

Personality

---

Sidney is a very laid-back person, seemingly very close to the point of being naive. He's a little quiet and a little distant, and he lets his mind wander perhaps a little too much, but he's pretty sociable if he needs to be. Sidney is more of a listener than a talker, and when he does talk it's rather simple. This makes him pretty quiet but he actually talks surprisingly often, and speaks his mind without thinking much. He's famous for missing social cues but he always keeps his head in tight situations and remains positive no matter the odds. In short, he's a stable sort of person even if he isn't always all there. He likes learning new things and seeing new places, and is generally never averse to a new experience.

Background

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Sidney doesn't remember a lot about his early life. He lived in a settlement whose people emphasized stealth, traps and scavenging over fighting. Their settlement area was ideal for life but it happened to be the hot zone where the territories of several different dinosaur clans intersected. As such, the settlement leaders eventually decided to leave the area for safer pastures. Some of the people stayed behind, be it because they wished to stay, or because they were physically unable to move. The rest moved on, but their numbers began being whittled down. Through a long, winding journey, the survivors eventually made it to Amberstone, but they'd lost more than half their number through a disastrous series of events. Nevertheless, they had made it. And for young Sidney at the time, fresh from losing members of his family, it was like the gold at the end of the rainbow. He settled down in Amberstone with his aunt and uncle. Their scouting abilities helped them get enough to live on and his days were peaceful. It was what his family had wanted, but what about Sidney himself? It had been a dark experience for one so young, and he knew he didn't want to repeat it anytime soon. But the journey had shown Sidney new things, things he never knew existed. In the end, despite the danger, despite everything he'd lost on the journey, Sidney had felt some measure of gratification through the journey. The reward had been worth it, but he couldn't help but wonder what else was out there, what new horizons he had not yet seen.