It's not a martial art. It's not technically magic either. It's a soul art or whatever. I don't really have a label for it. It's a spiritual technique that taps into the soul of a man much like a martial artist would his own body.
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STATUS: Sick of joining roleplays only to have them die. I hate investing my time and energy into something for nothing. Seriously making me want to give up on roleplayer guild. 9 yrs ago
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Sick of joining roleplays only to have them die. I hate investing my time and energy into something for nothing. Seriously making me want to give up on roleplayer guild.
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Name: Ozend
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Character Concept: The surly guardian.
Physical Appearance: Ozend is a hirsute and stocky brawler. His build is that of a soldier in constant training. His hair is brown and long, flowing freely. His beard is unkempt and Ozend in general shows obvious disregard for his personal appearance. His eyes are a striking blue and are often accompanied by tired bags. He wears a gray cloak, hood down most of the time, a brown tunic and black trousers. A common theme in his garb is the thrashed and frayed bits on the clothing's extremities. He wears well made leather boots that have seen their share of travel in the past few years. They're heavily scuffed as if they've seen more use than simply walking.
Equipment: A long sword that goes often unused. There's nothing special about it but should Ozend draw it he means to kill someone. Ozend has this slung to his back to keep other movement unimpeded.
A travelling pack and various items for food, drink and comfortable rest.
Personality: Ozend is incredibly straightforward. He's a think as you go kind of person and doesn't like to idle. He gives little care for what people think of him yet he thinks a great deal of how he can care for people. The world's big and there's not enough time to worry over what one man thinks of you.
Goals: Ozend is out to protect the world one land at a time. He failed his own land and that defeat still shakes him.
Beliefs: Ozend is strong about freedom. Slavery is abhorrent and certain caste systems, disgusting. He believes wholeheartedly in the religion of his home.
Background: Ozend hales from a land whose political system collapsed. It was a monarchy known as Calahaz. The king, Clarion, was gravely ill and set out a plan to find a new heir because none of his princes were worthy of the crown. Political intrigue and evil grew in the land. It became impossible for justice to be met and Clarion's desires to be fulfilled.
One thing led to another and the powers of the land crushed each other. A war of brother against brother, father against son. There were no winners, just a dead nation with stragglers who slept on their swords. So Ozend, forgotten vassal to a dead king, left. There was nothing good to stay for and the worst of his experience he'd never forget.
Racial Traits: Humanity comes in a wide variety.
Known Skills: Ozend is a capable swordsman. War has tried and conditioned him and he came out intact. A brawler by necessity, Ozend was so good at killing his neighbor that he swore off of slaughter for the sake of his enemy and for the disgust he felt for himself. If they deserved his blade, they would have it.
Ozend learned to make use of bare essentials, going day to day by stretching the little and using what knowledge of the land you possess.
Known Powers:
Ozend was a guardian to the king. Sickness struck past his shield. Illness that no man could guard against took the life he had sworn to save. Ozend is a very capable defender to the point that he could even protect against enemies of imposing size. It is not magic that he wields but secret techniques developed by ancient monks and priests. A technique very few know of. Ozend has been practicing and experimenting with it. It has become a staple of his self-assigned role to defend.
Barrier - A shimmer in the light, a sparkle as the weapon strikes. Ozend's barrier is an extension of his soul. His religion states that the soul is an immortal thing that exists forever even when the body decays. It is this fact that the priests so heavily emphasized and worked upon to perfect. Almost invisible when in function Ozend can block the heftiest attacks with ease using the otherworldly source of his own spirit.
The spirit is however a vulnerable thing to certain magics, particularly those of dark origin. His spirit is linked to his emotional state. Happy and confident bring a stronger barrier. Depressed and solemn bring that of a weak barrier that would only deflect meager attacks. Ozend finds he can stay in the middle with strong drink should he have a low-streak.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Character Concept: The surly guardian.
Physical Appearance: Ozend is a hirsute and stocky brawler. His build is that of a soldier in constant training. His hair is brown and long, flowing freely. His beard is unkempt and Ozend in general shows obvious disregard for his personal appearance. His eyes are a striking blue and are often accompanied by tired bags. He wears a gray cloak, hood down most of the time, a brown tunic and black trousers. A common theme in his garb is the thrashed and frayed bits on the clothing's extremities. He wears well made leather boots that have seen their share of travel in the past few years. They're heavily scuffed as if they've seen more use than simply walking.
Equipment: A long sword that goes often unused. There's nothing special about it but should Ozend draw it he means to kill someone. Ozend has this slung to his back to keep other movement unimpeded.
A travelling pack and various items for food, drink and comfortable rest.
Personality: Ozend is incredibly straightforward. He's a think as you go kind of person and doesn't like to idle. He gives little care for what people think of him yet he thinks a great deal of how he can care for people. The world's big and there's not enough time to worry over what one man thinks of you.
Goals: Ozend is out to protect the world one land at a time. He failed his own land and that defeat still shakes him.
Beliefs: Ozend is strong about freedom. Slavery is abhorrent and certain caste systems, disgusting. He believes wholeheartedly in the religion of his home.
Background: Ozend hales from a land whose political system collapsed. It was a monarchy known as Calahaz. The king, Clarion, was gravely ill and set out a plan to find a new heir because none of his princes were worthy of the crown. Political intrigue and evil grew in the land. It became impossible for justice to be met and Clarion's desires to be fulfilled.
One thing led to another and the powers of the land crushed each other. A war of brother against brother, father against son. There were no winners, just a dead nation with stragglers who slept on their swords. So Ozend, forgotten vassal to a dead king, left. There was nothing good to stay for and the worst of his experience he'd never forget.
Racial Traits: Humanity comes in a wide variety.
Known Skills: Ozend is a capable swordsman. War has tried and conditioned him and he came out intact. A brawler by necessity, Ozend was so good at killing his neighbor that he swore off of slaughter for the sake of his enemy and for the disgust he felt for himself. If they deserved his blade, they would have it.
Ozend learned to make use of bare essentials, going day to day by stretching the little and using what knowledge of the land you possess.
Known Powers:
Ozend was a guardian to the king. Sickness struck past his shield. Illness that no man could guard against took the life he had sworn to save. Ozend is a very capable defender to the point that he could even protect against enemies of imposing size. It is not magic that he wields but secret techniques developed by ancient monks and priests. A technique very few know of. Ozend has been practicing and experimenting with it. It has become a staple of his self-assigned role to defend.
Barrier - A shimmer in the light, a sparkle as the weapon strikes. Ozend's barrier is an extension of his soul. His religion states that the soul is an immortal thing that exists forever even when the body decays. It is this fact that the priests so heavily emphasized and worked upon to perfect. Almost invisible when in function Ozend can block the heftiest attacks with ease using the otherworldly source of his own spirit.
The spirit is however a vulnerable thing to certain magics, particularly those of dark origin. His spirit is linked to his emotional state. Happy and confident bring a stronger barrier. Depressed and solemn bring that of a weak barrier that would only deflect meager attacks. Ozend finds he can stay in the middle with strong drink should he have a low-streak.
Alright. Scrapped the first character. Now I have a familiar character I like. Will post him tonight at 5 when I'm home from work.
I'll "roll" up a dude as soon as I get home from work.
@Descartes
Sorry. That wasn't very straightforward. I'm in if you think we have enough people. Till then I'll wait on the character sheet.
Sorry. That wasn't very straightforward. I'm in if you think we have enough people. Till then I'll wait on the character sheet.
Well. Looks like this has been forsaken. Let's shed a tear. =(
Morrian : "Don't wake me up until you're done!" Rolls over and promptly starts snoring.
Just kidding.. almost.
Just kidding.. almost.
I could see this being very fun and you don't need a large group to make it work. You have my support. If you want to move it forward count me in.
Morrian stayed by the fire, passing a glance at the exasperated man who had been unconscious but moments ago. That same look of confusion and panic he had seen before. "I'm the least of your worries." Orange-tinted eyes returned to the hearth. "The weather outside is more dangerous than I am." He let out a sigh. The most hostile conditions to bear were waiting outside and he had naught more than a loincloth.
The conversation up until this point was alien. Whatever kind of science or magic took him here was beyond his understanding yet now he knew this was not the will of some iconic god. It was a very real thing. "If we're here now and you speak the truth then our enemies who are bold or knowledgeable enough may follow and regardless of what world we're in, as long as we're with this Chroniker, elements of our own will arrive." Morrian nodded in understanding. "A double-edged sword..." He mused.
The cat-child lay still. Finally!
"If the stone doesn't work here with the Chroniker, does that mean we can retrieve it?" Morrian looks around at the other capable souls. Then he decides. "Yeah. I'm staying here. I'd help you out but this weather is killing me." He yawns and sprawls out next to the fire. "Literally.." The crocodile murmurs under his breath.
The conversation up until this point was alien. Whatever kind of science or magic took him here was beyond his understanding yet now he knew this was not the will of some iconic god. It was a very real thing. "If we're here now and you speak the truth then our enemies who are bold or knowledgeable enough may follow and regardless of what world we're in, as long as we're with this Chroniker, elements of our own will arrive." Morrian nodded in understanding. "A double-edged sword..." He mused.
The cat-child lay still. Finally!
"If the stone doesn't work here with the Chroniker, does that mean we can retrieve it?" Morrian looks around at the other capable souls. Then he decides. "Yeah. I'm staying here. I'd help you out but this weather is killing me." He yawns and sprawls out next to the fire. "Literally.." The crocodile murmurs under his breath.
@Happy Go Lucky
That is perfect right now.
That is perfect right now.
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