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Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

If the expedition team ends up being alive, Kaeci is going to have some sharp words with Stephan about his conduct...and an instance that he 'make right' on the bet they started. The money doesn't mean anything to him, but its the principle of promise.
In all reality, Kaeci is probably in for a long walk back with Stephan being a c*** every step of the way about how to spend their money.

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

Kaeci would probably just take the abuse. Hes not one to bite hands.

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

Black was probably not the best of colors, but it helped that there was so little of it as Kaeci had already dumped his coat and armor back in the tent, leaving him in little more than short shorts, a tanktop and sandals along with the collar section of armor. It was probably outwardly unnecessary, but he lived his entire life with one and felt weirdly naked without it. Compulsion had driven him to help Alm with assisting with prep for that night's meal. The beastman hadn't spoken much since they joined, just enough to acknowledge the oaths (since even mercenaries had honor, or these ones did, at least) and accept the orders. To be honest, he was greatly enthused by the mission being out to the middle of nowhere, a paranoid person that he was, fearing that he may be being followed. Still, the carousing alongside the desert's rippling mirror brought out a bit of him, especially with talk of their target being already dead.
Not wanting to contribute to the speculation, he delighted in a reason not to engage until seeing how his associate beside him reacted to such grim gambling. "S..." Kaeci started with his thick accent, his first attempts at words in the last week, "Sehr Elm...I pray zeht zehy are all safe."
His words were soft and concise with a wave of knowing worry, genuinely hoping things went well, a tone kept low in the hopes Oliva wouldn't hear him. The woman with her attitude and intimidating black armor scared him enough when they first met that, aside from formal introductions, he merely followed orders given with a nod. In all honesty, he felt a bit out of place with the stronger personalities even going about joining in on the bet before being barked down by Oliva with her sensibilities.

Between all of the talk of death and his recent courage to talk, Kaeci was spurred on to say more, still getting used to the idea of speaking freely. "A-and I vould be villink to place fifty ouf Soverns on zee hope zehy are blessed vith good fortune!" they added in an announcement to the rest, not wholly possessing a grasp on the concept of money but willing to at least rest his earned coin on the side of optimism. Their ears folded back as they shrunk down to continue their work on slicing produce. He wanted to make a joke about 'soldiers of fortune' and the irony of them finding the expedition group being a technicality that fed into the bet, but Kaeci had the draw to silence out of his self-perceived outburst. So much noise...

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

Oooh! Waking up in the morning with so much to read! ^^
The hype feels real.

Edit: Oh jeez, we're already posting in IC. <_>

EDIT2: I hate to be the devil's advocate, but water in the desert is best avoided since its most likely still around due to its ridiculously high salt content which makes it a bit difficult to simply evaporate. Saltier than the sea.
Shh, its a fantasy setting. The water is drinkable~ ;P

EDIT3: I may also be an idiot and not know how water works (After a bit of research).

EDIT4: No, that's not the accent, Kaeci just straight-up got Alm's name wrong.
EDIT4.5: Get ready for a lot of accent BS, because I'm not stopping anytime soon.

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

Kaeciel

Name: Kaeciel Sinclair
Race: Beastmen Leporidae
Gender: Biologically Male
Age: 20

Appearance

Kaeci stands at 4'10 in a pair of insulated steel-toe'd knee-high boots with a flat heel elevating an extra inch and a half. From this, thick black thighhigh socks extend up just past the edge of a large, beaten, gray, canvas coat. Layered sections of a black leather armor is clipped into place over the lacing on the shins of their boots, hinting to their style of armor. Under their coat, snug black booty shorts are designed not to get in the way of armor similar to their chestpiece, riveted to a broad belt and strapped to their thighs. Some liberties were taken with the design to leave the sides of the chest piece open while still closely fitted to their abdomen and back, held in place with belts on the side of their ribs. This masterwork leather armor terminates in a turtleneck-type design reminiscent of a collar. This part, however, is covered by multiple wraps of a black, blue and red plaid scarf often kept pulled up to their nose bearing numerous faint scents of myriad perfumes and other curious scents. Fingerless gauntlets matching the set emerge from the cut-down sleeves of the coat. These gauntlets have a series of three belts around the fore and upper arms to tighten them in place as the armor otherwise functions like long gloves, ending just below the shoulders.
Curiously, in the armor's design, aside from lacking sides, more exceptions were taken around joints such as the elbows and knees that remain largely unprotected. The only benefits this seems to offer is an allowance of a full range of motion under some assumption that the wearer is uncommonly flexible.
Two small nubs grow from his head, antlers usually kept filed down.

Bio

Service. I do not remember the days when I did not serve. I cleaned, I cooked and, in darker moments, I bled. Master Sinclair was the world I knew, and thought nothing of what life was outside of the estate. Rarely I would know the pain of starvation or exposure to the elements for my mistakes, but such was the terms of punishment for failure. I held the lessons dear and improved myself as to earn meals and a place to sleep, and I was rewarded for my work.
Requests to sing, prepare specialties for honored guests or even...well...assisting the younger Master was less than my preferred activity. We would fence, as I had been trained, though the hardship that lingered on the other servants' lips was made clear from the beatings I received when the boy would get carried away. He taught me about the concept of justice, and how we deserved it; he taught me what contrivances invented my place beneath his heel...he taught me how to hate.
None of this was what I wanted, you have to understand me. It was still my home that went up in flames, the night the Master was murdered. I had no clue how to be free, or what free people did or how they lived outside walls, and now suddenly I was one of them. I gathered what I could, rescuing the Old Lord's crossbow from the flames...and wrenching the blade from the younger's beaten body. Then I was gone.
There used to be more of us in the first week. Jaakob and Marlowe were cut down by the guards to buy time for the rest of us to escape. They were the better of us, and losing them left its scar. Many tried to turn themselves in, a number meeting the same fate or being put back into irons, never to be seen again. I had...skills...and upon hearing of the Bloodrose Irregulars, I hoped to once again serve in exchange for protection. Perhaps, by being a part of something, I would not be made to be a part of something else against my will. While I hoped my first real choice as a free man would pay off, my friends moved on towards their own goal in seeking a peaceful home of their own. I do not hold ill will against them, but I still have questions about that night.

Who murdered Jericho Sinclair?

Fighting Style: Crossbow Marksmanship, Fencing

Equipment
- 'Rogue Custom' - A set of form-fitting black leather armor commissioned for Kaeci by his former master. Its design contains many shortcomings in practicality and was mostly intended for aesthetic purposes, though the sturdy material and craftsmanship makes for a quality defence...where the armor actually covers. (Details in Appearance)
- 'The Hunter's Crutch' - A repeating crossbow of Dwarven design fitted with a foregrip to add leverage for its sophisticated lever-action priming system. The build focuses on speed and reliability.
- 'Black Ambers' - His deceased master's favorite rapier and now Kaeciel's treasure.

Skills/Abilities
- Demihuman Traits - Tall, keen ears that are remarkably sensitive to sound and eyes capable of cutting through twilight make beastmen like Kaeciel exceptional at playing roles as a scout or watchman. While his type is hardly physically formidable, their evolution forced a greater focus on evading danger than outwardly dealing with it.
- Lithe - Impressively flexible and capable of partial dislocation and relocation of joints, Kaeci has much experience with fitting in tight spaces. They're no contortionist by any means, but their size has its benefits, and this skill only accentuates the utility of their stature. Great at hiding...maybe a tiny bit claustrophobic, though. Useful for slipping out of restraints or just grossing people out a little.
- A Servant's Slight - Life experience of being a slave to House Sinclair has gifted Kaeciel with culinary skills as well as an attention to detail and a deceptively sharp wit and empathetic intuition. He often portrays himself as being more meek and naive than he truly is, though he is still vastly unfamiliar with the doings of life beyond the walls.

Other Information:

Obligatory Extra Other

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

@Arthanus
Thanks a ton! I'll move them over. ^^

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

Kaeciel

Name: Kaeciel Sinclair
Race: Beastmen Leporidae
Gender: Biologically Male
Age: 20

Appearance

Kaeci stands at 4'10 in a pair of insulated steel-toe'd knee-high boots with a flat heel elevating an extra inch and a half. From this, thick black thighhigh socks extend up just past the edge of a large, beaten, gray, canvas coat. Layered sections of a black leather armor is clipped into place over the lacing on the shins of their boots, hinting to their style of armor. Under their coat, snug shorts are designed not to get in the way of armor similar to their chestpiece riveted to a broad belt and strapped to their thighs. Some liberties were taken with the design to leave the sides of the chest piece open while still closely fitted to their abdomen and back, held in place with belts on the side of their ribs. This masterwork leather armor terminates in a turtleneck-type design reminiscent of a collar. This part, however, is covered by multiple wraps of a black, blue and red plaid scarf often kept pulled up to their nose bearing numerous faint scents of myriad perfumes and other curious scents. Fingerless gauntlets matching the set emerge from the cut-down sleeves of the coat. These gauntlets have a series of three belts around the fore and upper arms to tighten them in place as the armor otherwise functions like long gloves, ending just below the shoulders.
Curiously, in the armor's design, aside from lacking sides, more exceptions were taken around joints such as the elbows and knees that remain largely unprotected. The only benefits this seems to offer is an allowance of a full range of motion under some assumption that the wearer is uncommonly flexible.

Bio

Service. I do not remember the days when I did not serve. I cleaned, I cooked and, in darker moments, I bled. Master Sinclair was the world I knew, and thought nothing of what life was outside of the estate. Rarely I would know the pain of starvation or exposure to the elements for my mistakes, but such was the terms of punishment for failure. I held the lessons dear and improved myself as to earn meals and a place to sleep, and I was rewarded for my work.
Requests to sing, prepare specialties for honored guests or even...well...assisting the younger Master was less than my preferred activity. We would fence, as I had been trained, though the hardship that lingered on the other servants' lips was made clear from the beatings I received when the boy would get carried away. He taught me about the concept of justice, and how we deserved it; he taught me what contrivances invented my place beneath his heel...he taught me how to hate.
None of this was what I wanted, you have to understand me. It was still my home that went up in flames, the night the Master was murdered. I had no clue how to be free, or what free people did or how they lived outside walls, and now suddenly I was one of them. I gathered what I could, rescuing the Old Lord's crossbow from the flames...and wrenching the blade from the younger's beaten body. Then I was gone.
There used to be more of us in the first week. Jaakob and Marlowe were cut down by the guards to buy time for the rest of us to escape. They were the better of us, and losing them left its scar. Many tried to turn themselves in, a number meeting the same fate or being put back into irons, never to be seen again. I had...skills...and upon hearing of the Bloodrose Irregulars, I hoped to once again serve in exchange for protection. Perhaps, by being a part of something, I would not be made to be a part of something else against my will. While I hoped my first real choice as a free man would pay off, my friends moved on towards their own goal in seeking a peaceful home of their own. I do not hold ill will against them, but I still have questions about that night.

Who murdered Jericho Sinclair?

Fighting Style: Crossbow Marksmanship, Fencing

Equipment
- 'Rogue Custom' - A set of form-fitting black leather armor commissioned for Kaeci by his former master. Its design contains many shortcomings in practicality and was mostly intended for aesthetic purposes, though the sturdy material and craftsmanship makes for a quality defence...where the armor actually covers. (Details in Appearance)
- 'The Hunter's Crutch' - A repeating crossbow of Dwarven design fitted with a foregrip to add leverage for its sophisticated lever-action priming system. The build focuses on speed and reliability.
- 'Black Ambers' - His deceased master's favorite rapier and now Kaeciel's treasure.

Skills/Abilities
- Demihuman Traits - Tall, keen ears that are remarkably sensitive to sound and eyes capable of cutting through twilight make beastmen like Kaeciel exceptional at playing roles as a scout or watchman. While his type is hardly physically formidable, their evolution forced a greater focus on evading danger than outwardly dealing with it.
- Lithe - Impressively flexible and capable of partial dislocation and relocation of joints, Kaeci has much experience with fitting in tight spaces. They're no contortionist by any means, but their size has its benefits, and this skill only accentuates the utility of their stature. Great at hiding...maybe a tiny bit claustrophobic, though. Useful for slipping out of restraints or just grossing people out a little.
- A Servant's Slight - Life experience of being a slave to House Sinclair has gifted Kaeciel with culinary skills as well as an attention to detail and a deceptively sharp wit and empathetic intuition. He often portrays himself as being more meek and naive than he truly is, though he is still vastly unfamiliar with the doings of life beyond the walls.

Other Information:

Obligatory Extra Other

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

I hope this works. Perhaps a little underpowered but with room for growth. I imagined they'd be a new recruit for obvious reasons.

What Are You Listening To?

Bloodrose Irregulars - The New Squad (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

I'm in the process of moving, today, but I only have the bio left to write for my character. They should be up in a few hours.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure)

Certainly interesting! I'll give the OOc a readthrough.