Maki Casanova

Aragonia: A Fantasy Open Worlded Plot & Character-driven RP (OOC/Signups)

Might wanna bump up the interest check Diamond.

The Relics

Kaiden draws in a deep, filling breath, and silently imagines a little mutt puppy doing backflips, making a mental note of how many times it turned in the air. He tries to keep himself cool-headed and prevent his bubbling irritation from rising; his two “coworkers” behind him, fresh blood that he unfortunately was commanded to babysit, have never stopped, from the time they left main camp to now, comparing their “bulging, hulking muscles” and their “insurmountable skills in battle”. Pleased to meet you too, Lenard and Tran, he thought sarcastically as he slowly exhaled the collected air in his lungs and continued to tolerate their brazen, obnoxious argument while he carried a sack of stolen goods over his shoulder. He whistles a tune of a frequency unreachable by normal adult ears, just to make sure that nature doesn’t get the jump on them with a forest leopard. “I fuckin’ told you time and time again mate, I can bash yer skull in with one swing of me trusty babe, Gertrude. Why, if we was in a duel, you’d be mincemeat in seconds and sold to a local butcher! I heard human meat is forbidden but much… enjoyed by many of nobility somewhere, out there.” The voice of the first companion reverberates throughout his entire body, painting a large, beefy tank of a man with broad arms and shoulders, but minimal armor and clothing: all he dons are large, iron pauldrons strapped on tight that clink with every step he takes, simple pants and boots of softer material, and of course, his equally massive two-headed battle axe. The deepness of his voice, the boldness of his tone, the grotesque scenario of his words suggests a personality comfortable with violence, at a great dislike for speech craft and intellect, but easily manipulated with the simplest of sweet talk. Kaiden wants to laugh heartily at the idea of a titanic, brutal man who intimately bestows a name onto an inanimate, disposable object, as indicated by his slight pause and momentary snicker, but he clears his throat of any mocking humor and continues on with his tune; he didn’t want to make early enemies of people he should trust to have his back in dire situations. Just go with the flow, don’t lose the tempo~, he sings merrily in his head, adding a little bounce in his steps to take his mind off of the two lugnuts he was dragging behind him.

“HAH. I bet you can’t slice your way out of a deer skin bag with your poor excuse for a brain and your boulder body!” [Aah, another “special case”[/i], the young says to himself, smirking with much amusement; despite the fact that they are noisy, they do provide some entertainment, which helped to lighten his mood. Now he understands why Irene, the head mistress of the Leviathan bandit clan, stuck the boy with these particularly dogmatic recruits: his significantly longer patience compared to most of his equals and seniors, and ability to find a little bit of humor in almost any situation, make him the best qualified to deal with their antics. “The thing about your two-faced, rusty whore is that she doesn’t know which way she wants to swing! You want a lance, which flies straight and true, and you always know that it’ll come back to you!” This voice drew a different kind of picture: a man of petite, limber stature, with a camisole and pants that seem to cut off past his knees, weathered sandals, and a simple, pointed lance. There isn’t much to his overall look, it seems, but then again since when did outlaws care about how they appeared to everyone else? What Kaiden found extremely interesting, however, was the color of his tone: a scrawny vocal box lacking in proper enunciation and without a concern for clarity, yet the way he blitzes past with his words suggest an untapped wit, wasted on an often irrational, barely educated mind. The boy found the discord of human traits of humorous irony, and chuckled as a result of his revelation.

As they neared the city of Othea, Kaiden could feel the intense vibrations of city life slowly come into his audio picture. There was much banter, but also much bickering, regarding wares, wives, husbands, children, “sizes”, and the latest gossip that currently circulated throughout the Othean folk. It was a wonderful yet slightly overwhelming thing to behold, as his acute hearing senses would take a bit of time to get adjusted due to the almost abrupt presentation of audio input. He motioned for Lenard, who was on his right, to give him his trusty, “poor man’s” cane. “Do you see any guards about?” The young man whispered to his compatriot as he pulled his cloak closer towards his front torso area in an attempt to hide his double short swords and his twelve throwing blades. He could feel Lenard nod his head curtly, yet cautiously; as a man rocking the look of a lumbering, intimidating outlaw, he wasn’t exactly comfortable being in a place that reeked of proper civilization and rules. Tran probably didn’t want to mention it, but Kaiden’s pings picked up on his clammy, jittery hands and his nervous gulps. He smiled confidently, knowing that he had the psychological advantage, and said in reassurance, “Don’t worry. Stick by me, don’t say a word, and I’ll take care of the rest.” His team mates both nodded in unison, finally calm after being faced with a fairly new and very unnerving situation. The boy snickered lightly and knowingly, and gripping the cane firmly for support, moved forward while feeling around for any obstacles, and warning people of his presence.

The three reached the grand gates of the city, and as expected because of Lenard and Tran’s suspicious looks, were promptly stopped. In order to add to the “blind, helpless man” act, before he spoke, he continued facing towards the door, when he very well knew a guard was stomping his way towards them from his left. Kaiden could basically feel the guard’s tightness of lip and heightened wariness, but he simply laughed and greeted, “Hello, good sir. We have come for this joyous occasion. May we enter and enjoy whatever grand food and entertainment your city has to offer?” There was a slight awkward pause, and then a small blurb of a giggle from the guard on the right, and Kaiden knew he had slain the suspicions of one out of two. The other gates man, however, was more difficult to convince, and he grabbed the boy’s shoulder and made him towards his direction. “I don’t suppose your friends would have a reason for bringing their cleavers and witch pokers?” Slightly taken aback by this strange wording, he attempted to recover himself by brushing aside his absurd use of terms and replied with a pleading tone. “Um, you see sir, we come from the Cities of Harra, very far away. Ever since I heard of Othea and her wondrous festivities, I’ve always wanted to go, but since I’m blind, my father never lets me out of the house; he thinks I’m fragile and not fit for travel, and that I should be taken care of like a sickly child.” Kaiden sighed for added emphasis, and his pings show that the guard’s expressions were slowly taking a turn for the softer, more empathetic side. “But as a man, I shall not let my disability drag me down and keep me from experiencing worldly pleasures. So I begged him to let me go, even if it was just this once. He may be overprotective, as typical for a father, but he is loving, and for this time only, he has decided to let me go.” He motioned his towards Lenard and Tran, and continued on with his “sob” story, as he could sense, by the relaxing of the guard’s posture and the small exhale, that his words were having the desired effect. “So he hired two mercenaries to protect me, and rented a caravan to escort us there. Unfortunately, some bandits attacked us halfway. Fortunately, they were run-of-the-mill, so these strong men made quick work of them, but we ended up walking all the way to Othea, through the wilderness and the beasts that reside in it.” Kaiden hung his head low, well presenting humility and a sort of irresistible vulnerability that usually tug the heart strings of people in his favor.

“Woah, you reached Othea all the way here on foot?? Damn that is amazing!” The guard to the right exclaimed, not minding his post and his position in society. “Angus, this guy’s got guts. You HAVE to let him in!”

The gate man on Kaiden’s left sighed and weakly protested, “But Darren..”

“But Darren nothing! You’re going to reject these people after hearing all about what they went through to get here? I knew you were a scrouge but hell, this is an all new low for you, denying access to our great city to a BLIND man and his companions! Why, if Captain Lockwood were to hear about your cold-heartedness, she-“

“ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT.” Kaiden noted much frustration in his voice, but could there also be a hint of flustered embarrassment? He didn’t exactly know, nor did he particularly care, since they got what they wanted. He smiled as the guard yelled exasperatingly, “I don’t care anymore. Just go through and do whatever the hell you want! It’s none of my business anyway!” The boy laughed and thanked both of the gates men profusely, then proceeded onwards inside the city. “How did you do that?” Tran asked with newfound respect and great awe. Kaiden simply shrugged, curled his lips upward into a sly smile, and said, “Lots and lots and lots of experience, my friend. Don’t worry, you’ll learn… If you live long enough to survive, that is.”

The Relics: Character Sheets

Name: Kaiden Belzer

Age:

Gender: Male

Faction/Allegiance: Partially to Leviathan, mostly to himself

Relic Description: http://www.notonthehighstreet.com/system/product_images/images/001/272/515/original_bell-necklace.jpg

A slightly tarnished brass bell necklace that gives Kaiden the ability to manipulate and create soundwaves. The relic allows him, as a secondary effect, to create ultrasound waves to bolster his echolocation skills. He also noticed that he can amplify or decline the volume of sounds, but only if the sounds around him are not disruptive and non-rhythmic (such as someone suddenly screeching in the middle of a crowd), and he is not distracted while in the process; volume manipulation will need a significant amount of focus to make it work, and if he gets interrupted, he has to start all over. Its other capabilities are not known yet, as he has not been able to utilize its full potential due to his ignorance of Relics and its powers.

Appearance: (Kaiden has green eyes, will have a dark, earth colored satchel belt decorates his hips, which keep his black, leather trousers on his waist, while holding twelve of his throwing knives and two of his steel short swords. There are also leather shin guards for his legs, complete with worn and torn leather boots. He stands at around 6’0”, and has a lean, yet muscular build.)



Flaws: (The more, the merrier)

Skills: Kaiden has a rather magnetic pull on his soft words and gentle voice. He is quite the charmer, for both men and women alike, and his approachable demeanor adds to this quality. None of his previous partners, however, can rule out his skills in bed, and all of them like to recommend a more “hands-on” experience rather than just a show and tell. ;) His impeccable hearing also makes for great auditory learning and memory, so he can often recall things said to him at the snap of a finger or two. He has mastered echo location for his nearby surroundings, and oftentimes has no trouble whatsoever getting around places as long as he possesses a producer of sound, or a walking stick. Poisons aren’t his biggest forte, but he knows minor ones that, when striking an opponent, causes them to feel light-headed and become feverish after about twenty minutes if they actively do combat with him. He also has very little problems being sneaky, silent, and discreet.

Biography: Kaiden is the adopted son of a pair of humble bell makers who ran a semi-prosperous shop in the small, uncharted village of Yorstrum, near the hills of Ovesh. They found him, a young, abandoned, wrinkled mess of flesh, wrapped around a fishnet and hung loosely around the lowest branch of a tree like a sick, pathetic attempt at a joke for the bears and panthers that roamed the forests. Feeling extremely sorry for the poor infant, they took him under their care despite the fact that their taking in another member of the family would put a significant strain on their reasonably comfortable lifestyle.

The boy was born blind, unable to see the multiple shades of color within the world; his older brother, Oswald, who was five years old at the time that Kaiden was one and a half, noticed his disability when he tried to deter his attention from a the inviting face of a brick wall. Oswald tried to step in front of him and wave his hands “No”, but the lad simply bumped into him instead and fell onto his bottom. The elder shook both hands frantically for a while, from side to side and in a circle, in front of the younger, but neither his eyes nor head moved whatsoever. Oswald ran to his father to report his observations, worrying that Kaiden might’ve been hurt because of his non-responsiveness. The man went to investigate this strange behavior, and tried to get the attention of his younger son by taking a wooden spoon and waving it in front of his assumed field of vision: no attempt to grab the object, and neither did his eyes nor expression even hint that he saw them at all. However, when their father picked up a small dinner-time bell from the table and rung it softly a little ways away from his ear, the child immediately perked up and responded by hobbling in the direction of the sound. This discovery struck the father by immense surprise, and the realization that he knew nothing about how to care for a boy with a vision disability made him greatly anxious, and went to discuss the matter with his wife. They decided to put the woman’s small brass bell necklace, passed down from her father, around his neck in case he lost his way as a temporary solution to his navigation problems. That way, if he did stray too far from the guiding reach of his parents, they could easily find and lead him back to safety. Never did they realize that this small, seemingly insignificant trinket would be the key to transform him into an individual above and beyond their initial expectations.

Over the years Kaiden grew up to be a gentle and friendly young boy. His echolocations developed immensely and he was able to establish an audio map of his surroundings through the constant sound pings emitted by his loosely hanging bell necklace. In fact, he even became a big asset to his parents’ store, as his higher sensitivity to sound greatly helped the bell crafters in fine tuning their products more accurately. The couple often took caravan rides to trade with the wealthier Da-Hyuni, and because of his contributions to the growth of their success, they often took him along and left the disgruntled, highly jealous Oswald to hold the front at home. In fact, the elder brother got so envious of all the attention his younger sibling received, and demanded that he come along on the next planned trip. Ignorant of the reason for his outburst, the parents happily let him come along, and wondered why he didn’t express his desires in the first place.

When they were halfway through the Da-Hyuni port trade route, bandits ambushed and attacked their caravan. They descended from the trees, slaughtered their horses and rider, and bound and dragged the family out of the vehicle and into the middle of a small clearing. They discussed openly between themselves about how they should deal with the group; a lot of bickering issued back and forth, from hanging the group by the trees for the bears and panthers, to throwing them into a river with their limbs tied together. Suddenly, the snapping, arguing voices came to a quiet hush, as a female figure made her way to the middle of the bandit circle. Most of the men stood at least a head taller than her, but the hard, weathered edges of her face, her fierce auburn hair, and her astonishing three-lined scar that ran deep across her face melded together to display a commanding, dominating aura. With authoritative strides, she silently looked at each of the family with a judging, condescending glare. A couple moments later, she positioned herself in the middle of the group, and opened her mouth to announce a verdict. Suddenly, however, Kaiden inched himself forward on his knees as best as he could, turned to face the leader of the bandits, and courageously offered himself as a to-be-warrior on their clan. The men exploded with mocking laughter, and the woman simply shoved the boy to the side with her foot, completely unamused, and commanded her subordinates to hang them by the necks as a treat for the lions. Undeterred, the boy threw himself upon the ground between the outlaws and his family and blocked their entry. He begged and he pleaded, and told them that he would grind his bones to the ground in training just so that his family would live. He declared, word after word, his promise of unparalleled dedication to the clan’ name; the lower bandits found his persistence to be annoying, and moved to chop his puny head off, but the head brigand thought his determination and almost suicidal bravery to be an admirable and useful trait. She decided to take him up on his offer, and unbound his family to be set free. His parents and brother tried to change the conditions of the bargain, but the bandit leader threatened them with total slaughter. With much reluctance and guilt in their hearts, they left fate to decide the future of their dearest son.

Personality/motivation: Kaiden is generally a very gentle and kind man. He’s also a friendly guy who likes to get along with and get to know other people. In addition, he’s a guy who likes the feel of a touch – he might come off as “weird” to some people who are not used to his disregard for physical personal space. He tends to be very polite, rarely cussing, and tends to try and deliver his point as straight, honest and concise as possible. If he can’t find a word he’s looking for to accurately describe his words, he can get a little stuck in his word search and can blank out on occasion. Snapping his fingers together helps him think better when he’s a little lost, though.

As nice of a guy as he is, he doesn’t particularly care whole-heartedly for others that are outside his circle of friends or family. Sure, he might come off as friendly, but if something bad happens to someone who he considers a stranger or an acquaintance, he isn’t disturbed at all; anyone who is not of close, emotional distance within him, he considers disposable and unimportant. Even though he may act really friendly, he is wary of people he hasn’t met before, and will take ample steps to observe their words and meanings, and their behaviors, and use these against them in case they turn out to be enemies; he is particularly brutal to anyone who crosses his path, despite the fact that he tries to avoid conflict.

He has a soft spot for animals, but despises children; he does a very good job of hiding it, though. He thinks arrogant people are a funny thing: they are simply about to burst at the seams being full of themselves, ready to pop with a single touch of a sharp, candid tongue. He is not intimidated by them, or most anything except the few dark things that can reach the far back, shadowy crevices of his mind. On the other hand, he thinks people who belittle themselves sincerely are quite annoying, and should get a self-esteem check and develop one, or shut up.

Relations:
Final Point - Secrets: He has sexually violated someone in the past.

Theme Song: http://youtu.be/J_5OQ1NEmlk?list=PL9beQJG-aPJ25kF94h3-wIJWfywf3XrYa

Aragonia: A Fantasy Open Worlded Plot & Character-driven RP (OOC/Signups)

Just waiting for the others honestly.

Aragonia: A Fantasy Open Worlded Plot & Character-driven RP (OOC/Signups)

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The Relics

@Ellri

My character sheet does not have any major changes.

The Relics

Alida, I replied to your PM.

Aragonia: A Fantasy Open Worlded Plot & Character-driven RP (OOC/Signups)

The pain tortured Ryden so much that, for an extended period of time, all he could focus on was nothing but his physical misery. He managed, with painstaking effort, to pull the dairy concoction out of his satchel and put the lip unto his, but it did nothing to soothe his pain or heal his main injury, for the damage was far too great. He dropped the bottle feebly and slowly began to pass out as a wave of drowsiness took over. He was shaken awake, however, by a man who ran to his side and started muttering about not being able to do a whole lot for his broken ribs. He almost yelled in agony, but down hard on his lip, causing the skin to break and bleed, as he felt the magic move his tattered bones about his body. The dark, titanic monster let out an earth shattering shock wave, so he braced himself for the extinguishing of his life and conscience as he knew it. Suddenly, he felt himself being lifted up, unfortunately sending jolts of pain all throughout his midsection, but thankfully out of the way of the enemy's attack. He saw the blast of dark energy whiz by, too close for comfort, as they ran through the doors of the church. He felt himself being sat down rather roughly, causing him to groan and wheeze as the force moved about his very sore spot. He was very tempted to fall flat on his back and pass out then, not caring for life or death at that moment, when he heard absurd, religious, Elvish mutterings coming from the man who saved him. He shot himself awake, glared at the person before him, undoubtedly of the race that persecuted him for his own differences, bared his sharp canines and hissed. "You're an ELF!" He exclaimed with both genuine surprise and a furiously embarrassed tone. [i]Saved by one of those pompous, incorrigible snobs... What luck do I have,[i] he thought sarcastically to himself as he rolled his eyes, and although he wanted to scramble away from the presence of this abhorred being, he could not. Still, it could not hurt to be slightly grateful, right?

He took a deep breath and steadied himself, letting his hot blood settle down, and with surmounting hesitance, muttered his gratitude. "Thanks.. I guess I...." He spat on the ground and his face contorted into a heavy, distasteful frown. "I owe you one," Ryden finally said as he sucked in his pride and breath. He looked around warily, as he felt a strong force shield them from the dark magics of the Sacrificial Spirit, and charged his gauntlets with a bit of magic power, just in case. The slits of his scarlet red eyes slithered thin as his keen senses heightened. "Don't let your guard down. We never know if more of those crazies are still around.."

The Relics

Bing, what school is in your sig? They should NOT do that, considering YOU are paying them tuition, and you are an adult, so you can do whatever the hell you want with your spare time in between lessons.

Aragonia: A Fantasy Open Worlded Plot & Character-driven RP (OOC/Signups)

As far as I know, I notice that some people are playing this like a single player RPG. :P