Minato Namikaze

Fables: After The Ever Afters

Is this based off of Wolf Among Us?

@Catchphrase

Yes, it's basically Wolf Among Us with a different storyline.

The Absent King

Gerald
The colossus grinned at Tuyev, releasing the blade from his neck and raising him off the ground by the man's wrappings. "Now listen here, scavenger. You're going to tell me everything that happened here, or I'll spill your guts all the ground. Understand?" With the last word of his sentence he lifted the man clear off the ground by his clothing. "Kolbe, Konrad, You two go help the captain with camp. I want this little pig all to myself. Oh and while you're at it, take this elven shit pile and burn it." His grin widened with his statement, as he dropped the man and caught him in the stomach with his rising knee. Tuyev collapsed to the ground with a pitiful scream of pain, "Did you not fucking hear me scum?!" He shouted, and repeated his earlier question with a rising intensity.

Academy of Noble Arms

Winston sat at the back of the room past all the other desks. He didn't really know what "Small Unit Tactics" entailed, but it sounded interesting. He pulled the chair out from under the table that sat in the back corner of the room. "I hope I don't get stuck with some idiot sitting beside me." He thought hopefully as he reached into his bag and pulled out a notebook. "Maybe I can get some work done..." He pulled out a notebook filled with writings and notations.

Notebook

Winston had a love for numbers, they had an exact perfect that was impossible to find in the regular world. Their beauty was in their simplicity and universal language; an equation will never lie to you, or have it's own ulterior motives. Which is precisely why he put so much stock in the numbers that constantly occupied his head. Winston was so deep in his calculations he didn't even notice the girl who he had mouthed off to him in the hallway following a boy with both grey hair and eyes stride into the room and sit down on the other side of the room. Shortly afterward an intimidated looking blonde girl entered, but Winston was in a completely different place. His brain works like a well oiled machine, clocking in with an IQ of 164; when it got going it was hard to stop. He got a few looks from the other students when he was whispering numbers under his breath and writing with an unusual speed, but he was used to it after so many years of the same looks; ever since the first grade.

If things had been different Winston could've graduated high school when he was twelve, but his father had refused to allow the skipping of any grades. He insisted that his son learn the "social skills" and experiences you get from schooling, much to Winston's frustration when the classes he was in moved at a snail's pace. "Atleast I'm somewhere interesting now." He thought offhandedly before returning to his notes.

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Gerad the Stormbringer

Name: Gerad Olafson

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Mark of the demon: Gerad's right arm is covered in red glyphs and markings, most of which are the names of various demons. Occasionally the markings will flare up and begin to glow, usually when he's angry.

Profession: Stormbringer

Appearance:

Gerad

He stands 6'5 and has a muscular, athletic build. He is a tank of a man with a strong jawline and broad shoulders, his eyes are a deep brown. A light five o'clock shadow dabs his cheeks and jaw as the remnants of the last shave.

Personality:

Gerad is an honor bound individual, or atleast he was before being banished by his clan. He maintains a general code of chivalry and tries to keep civilians out of his way, but if the matter is of importance he won't let anything stop him; especially not the lives of a few farmers. Being so tall gives him the ability to look down upon others, literally and metaphorically. He has an aura of superiority and ranks/titles mean alot to him in judging a man's character, second only to battle strength. Although he can keep a calm demeanor in public, one word against his honor and he'll gut you like a fish. Among his personal views also lies a hatred for anyone who treats people who have been "marked" like trash, having been expelled from his own family for such reasons.

Bio:

Gerad Olafson is a member of a deep seeded bloodline from Buant, renown for breeding strong warriors and barbarians. The origins of his clan are unknown, but it's roots tie back hundreds of years before cataclysm. Being brought up in a clan house of this nature turn Gerad into battle hardened sword swinger at a young age, he learned to swing a sword before he learned to dress himself. Furthermore he wasn't simply a member of the bloodline, he was the only child of the clan leader; a powerful man named Olaf. His father held the clan heirloom, a sword nicknamed Tyranny. The sword is believed to have been wielded by the original clansmen who founded the land that the hall stands on. Being the heir to the clan Gerad was entitled to the heirloom sword and leadership of the clan, which he inherited on his sixteenth birthday. This was customary in their culture, as with many parts of the realm the clan considers sixteen to be the age that a boy becomes a man.

Gerad managed the clan successfully for several years after being named the new leader, although he was known for being blinded by his sense of honor and ambition for the clan. Being the leader of a powerful clan, he often had to travel to meet with other family friends. It was on one such trip to Veiron ten years past that Cataclysm occurred. He was visiting a family associate in the city when the attack happened, He fought valiantly against the demons attacking him; but in the end there were simply too many. After slaying only one demon and being at death's door, Gerad fled the city on horseback and collapsed just outside under a small bridge.

When he had awoken, he felt different. It took him a moment to realize, but the arm he had used to strike down his adversary in the attack had been horribly changed. Bright red glyph markings covered it from his fingertips all the way up to his upper bicep. Gerad didn't know what to think of this, so he simply focused on returning home. It took him the better part of a day to return to his clan, and when they saw what the demons had done to him they wanted no part in him. He was cast out and banished by his own family, they attempted to take back the family blade; however Gerad was a gifted warrior and nobody in the clan was capable of defeating him. He left with the clan's most precious heirloom and turned to the life of mercenary with his clansmen behind him.

He lived the life of a sellsword for the better part of a year, doing small jobs for little coin; But finally he caught his break. An organization known as the Stormbringers had been reformed after Cataclysm and they needed manpower. Stormbringer recruiters visited Buant and hired every decent mercenary in town, Gerad among them. While most of the hired men couldn't take the pressure of going toe to toe with a demon, or simply weren't skilled enough; Gerad excelled. He was good at this new job, especially after being taught important battle techniques for demon combat. He has served in the Stormbringers for close to nine years, and he has slain several demons. In doing so he's risen to a high position in the organization.

Equipment:



Tyranny
The artifact blade passed down through Gerad's bloodline, Tyranny is a blade of unparalleled strength; or so the clansmen of Buant claim. It is made of an almost unbreakable divine steel and has a blade length of about three feet. The pummel of the sword features a bright blue crystal that gives the weapon it's qualities of legend. Using the power of the crystal, Tyranny can maniplulate and summon lightning. The crystal is linked directly with the user, so the powers are tied to Gerad's energy; however over a decade of use with the sword has trained him to control and utilize this energy with impressive efficiency.

Steel Plate Armor
The armor of a knight, Gerad is quite proud of his armor's condition. Especially since it's so expensive, it took all the reward he got from slaying a demon just to purchase the suit of armor. Although he's never regretted the purchase, the armor has saved his skin more times than he can count with two hands.

Throwing daggers
These are small knifes Gerad keeps strapped to his belt at all times, useful for small tasks and distanced targets.

Wineskin
Gerad's main source of refreshment, the container for his wine. Wine is quite popular with knights, who can blame them? But although he hates to admit it, wine isn't exactly something to keep you nourished on the battlefield. This is precisely why he pays the priests a large sum of money to bless his wine, giving it some small energy recovery capabilities. The process in which they do this never really interested Gerad, but he understands that it involves magic; not witchcraft. Which is all he needs to know.

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Alright, let me know if you get around to figuring a ranking system out. Its not that important either way. Are the abilities of the sword okay?

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Also what are the ranks in the stormbringers?

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Sorry for the typo cx and I had a general idea of anything from sparks along the length of the blade to a charged strike down from the sky. Of course more powerful attacks would drain him and leave him completely vunerable.

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Name: Gerad Olafson

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Mark of the demon: Gerad's right arm is covered in red glyphs and markings, most of which are the names of various demons. Occasionally the markings will flare up and begin to glow, usually when he's angry.

Profession: Stormbringer

Appearance:

Gerad

He stands 6'5 and has a muscular, athletic build. He is a tank of a man with a strong jawline and broad shoulders, his eyes are a deep brown. A light five o'clock shadow dabs his cheeks and jaw as the remnants of the last shave.

Personality:

Gerad is an honor bound individual, or atleast he was before being banished by his clan. He maintains a general code of chivalry and tries to keep civilians out of his way, but if the matter is of importance he won't let anything stop him; especially not the lives of a few farmers. Being so tall gives him the ability to look down upon others, literally and metaphorically. He has an aura of superiority and ranks/titles mean alot to him in judging a man's character, second only to battle strength. Although he can keep a calm demeanor in public, one word against his honor and he'll gut you like a fish. Among his personal views also lies a hatred for anyone who treats people who have been "marked" like trash, having been expelled from his own family for such reasons.

Bio:

Gerad Olafson is a member of a deep seeded bloodline from Buant, renown for breeding strong warriors and barbarians. The origins of his clan are unknown, but it's roots tie back hundreds of years before cataclysm. Being brought up in a clan house of this nature turn Gerad into battle hardened sword swinger at a young age, he learned to swing a sword before he learned to dress himself. Furthermore he wasn't simply a member of the bloodline, he was the only child of the clan leader; a powerful man named Olaf. His father held the clan heirloom, a sword nicknamed Tyranny. The sword is believed to have been wielded by the original clansmen who founded the land that the hall stands on. Being the heir to the clan Gerad was entitled to the heirloom sword and leadership of the clan, which he inherited on his sixteenth birthday. This was customary in their culture, as with many parts of the realm the clan considers sixteen to be the age that a boy becomes a man.

Gerad managed the clan successfully for several years after being named the new leader, although he was known for being blinded by his sense of honor and ambition for the clan. Being the leader of a powerful clan, he often had to travel to meet with other family friends. It was on one such trip to Veiron ten years past that Cataclysm occurred. He was visiting a family associate in the city when the attack happened, He fought valiantly against the demons attacking him; but in the end there were simply too many. After slaying only one demon and being at death's door, Gerad fled the city on horseback and collapsed just outside under a small bridge.

When he had awoken, he felt different. It took him a moment to realize, but the arm he had used to strike down his adversary in the attack had been horribly changed. Bright red glyph markings covered it from his fingertips all the way up to his upper bicep. Gerad didn't know what to think of this, so he simply focused on returning home. It took him the better part of a day to return to his clan, and when they saw what the demons had done to him they wanted no part in him. He was cast out and banished by his own family, they attempted to take back the family blade; however Gerad was a gifted warrior and nobody in the clan was capable of defeating him. He left with the clan's most precious heirloom and turned to the life of mercenary with his clansmen behind him.

He lived the life of a sellsword for the better part of a year, doing small jobs for little coin; But finally he caught his break. An organization known as the Stormbringers had been reformed after Cataclysm and they needed manpower. Stormbringer recruiters visited Buant and hired every decent mercenary in town, Gerad among them. While most of the hired men couldn't take the pressure of going toe to toe with a demon, or simply weren't skilled enough; Gerad excelled. He was good at this new job, especially after being taught important battle techniques for demon combat. He has served in the Stormbringers for close to nine years, and he has slain several demons. In doing so he's risen to a high position in the organization.

Equipment:



Tyranny
The artifact blade passed down through Gerad's bloodline, Tyranny is a blade of unparalleled strength; or so the clansmen of Buant claim. It is made of an almost unbreakable divine steel and has a blade length of about three feet. The pummel of the sword features a bright blue crystal that gives the weapon it's qualities of legend. Using the power of the crystal, Tyranny can maniplulate and summon lightning. The crystal is linked directly with the user, so the powers are tied to Gerad's energy; however over a decade of use with the sword has trained him to control and utilize this energy with impressive efficiency.

Steel Plate Armor
The armor of a knight, Gerad is quite proud of his armor's condition. Especially since it's so expensive, it took all the reward he got from slaying a demon just to purchase the suit of armor. Although he's never regretted the purchase, the armor has saved his skin more times than he can count with two hands.

Throwing daggers
These are small knifes Gerad keeps strapped to his belt at all times, useful for small tasks and distanced targets.

Wineskin
Gerad's main source of refreshment, the container for his wine. Wine is quite popular with knights, who can blame them? But although he hates to admit it, wine isn't exactly something to keep you nourished on the battlefield. This is precisely why he pays the priests a large sum of money to bless his wine, giving it some small energy recovery capabilities. The process in which they do this never really interested Gerad, but he understands that it involves magic; not witchcraft. Which is all he needs to know.

Fables: After The Ever Afters

Peter

Peter Pan

"Second star to the right, and straight on till morning."

Race: Fable

Gender: Male

Job: Waiter at Branstock Tavern

Personality:

Peter is an exaggerated stereotype of a boastful and careless boy. He claims greatness, even when such claims are questionable. He has a nonchalant, devil-may-care attitude, and is fearlessly cocky when it comes to putting himself in danger. Although he is careless, he never forgets to be kind. Always the savior, Peter will help anyone in need; even if it has severe consequences, He's not really accustomed to life in Fabletown. Few people can hope to match his stubbornness, he absolutely refuses to grow up and won't listen to anyone who tells him otherwise. In addition to that, he dislikes anyone with a glowing maturity. This probably stems from his very outward sense of humor.

Fable:

Pre-Fabletown:

A mischievous boy who can fly and never grows up, Peter Pan spends his never-ending childhood having adventures on the small island of Neverland as the leader of his gang, the Lost Boys, interacting with mermaids, Native Americans, fairies, pirates, and occasionally ordinary children from the world outside Neverland.

Post-Fabletown:

The Adversary tried to take Neverland, but that was something he could never have. You see Neverland is more of an idea than an actual thing, it's imagination incarnate. The best the Adversary could do was force Peter to withdraw from Neverland and join the refugees. However Neverland itself is safe, but not safe to enter until a point where the Adversary is gone. In Fabletown Peter is a waiter at a local tavern, taking the role of class clown around the workplace. His below average pay allows him a suite in the Woodland's Apartments. Most of his neighbors dislike him because of the noise he causes often late at night, he is still a boy at heart.

Abilities: Peter can fly, and he has the power of immortality; meaning he never grows up. In addition to that he knows he way around a sword.

Fables: After The Ever Afters

I'd be happy to take it, care to PM me with all the gooey details?