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Broken Skies

Name: Arn

Appearance:

Alias(es): Hellspawn

Age:36

Gender: Male

Description:

Height-5’9
Weight-180
Skin: Tan
Hair: darkish brown
eye colour: dark brown, almost makes it seem like he has no iris
build: Average build as fit as any regular military member

special features,

Magic Type: Mana

Role: Battlemage

Specialty: Elemental magic

Personality:
Quiet
Studious
knowlegable
Lack of sympathy\
Loves sweets
Hates Pirates, criminals, evil doers
Explosive when angered

Background:

Born of Hell’s Flames

Arn was born to a mother who had been sold to a brothel by pirates. He never knew why he had been allowed to live when other females merely killed the embryo in utero. Perhaps it was his mother’s need for somebody to truly love instead of the myriad of men who visited her bed.

Whatever the case, Arn grew in the rough and deadly environment of vice and vile. Despite this, he still thought that life had more to offer. He grew up really quick, always wanting to take care and protect his mother. He spent his time running from bullies and just trying to survive really. While he hid from the older kids, he would spend his time reading random books he found in the trash. His favorite was of oriental stories of men of valor, strength, and honor.

It was this mentality that steered him in the direction of trying to be a hero. It was one of time that a particularly violent customer visited his mother and he was hiding in the balcony that he attempted to act on his illusions of saving her from that life. He burst in while the man abused his mother. Arn tried to attack the man but ended up getting beat. His mother then tried to protect him and the drunk and angry man beat her unconscious. Thinking her dead, the young boy knocked the man down and in a feat of anger somehow activated his contact with Gea which manifested into an inferno.

Flames engulfed his hands which in turn devoured not only the violent man, but his mother and the building with all in it. Authorities would later report finding the crying boy holding the charred body of a female, his own hands sporting serious burns.

Learning to Temper the Fire

Eventually, it was discovered that the sad angry boy was adept in magic. He was recruited by the military and sent to study at the academy in Belisio. He was too dark, sad, and awkward to be of good social standing. However, he was able to forgo this with the sanctity of the vast library. It was here that he fully threw himself into learning all he could of magic. He felt that in some way, his mother’s sacrifice had unlocked this gift in him. It was a way for him to feel closer to her in a world where he felt alone. Due to his focus and innate gift, he was soon a top level student which meant he was in the focus of jealousy and bullying from less capable more influential students. Luckily for him, the military cared nothing for his lack of social know how. Instead, he went on to become the youngest battle mage so far.

Forged in the Fires of War.

Arn was no stranger to death and suffering even before he stepped into the battle field. However, he was too good of a killer even for his superiors. He specially seemed to be extra vicious against pirates or criminals. Many of his squad mates could swear they saw his dark eyes gleam with fire as he incinerated people who had been on the verge of surrendering. This and the fact he preferred fire attacks that earned him the nickname Hellspawn. He was headed towards a court martial when a Knight took him under his wing.

The only reason why Arn listened to him was because the knight reminded him of the oriental warriors he had read in his novels. The Knight taught Arn self control, temperance, and peace. Interestingly enough, this made him an even more efficient killing machine. However, this new facet was much more focused. He still felt no remorse in killing bad people, but his incidents of friendly fire were all but none existent. He won the trust of his squad mates and superiors but the nick name never went away. Indeed, many in the underworld still say the name in hushed tones.

Equipment:

Samurai armor fashioned battle vest that is made of Kevlar plates able to withstand small caliber bullets and some explosives.

Keeps Ornamental Daisho swords but that are still able to be used in battle

Abilities:

Flamethrower- His mana excites the atoms around him and engulfs his hands/feet in flame and able to expel it up to 15FT like a flame thrower

Burst- able to produce an outwardly expanding flame ball with the force of a claymore mine. Produces fire and concussion damage.

Rock Wall: Causes a concentrated seismic reaction that produces a rock wall up to 6ft tall and about 3ft thick.

Avalanche: Able to deteriorate an area of ground by cutting the Aether strings which will cause a collapse of about 3ft deep to an area of a bout 15ft.

Wind Bullet: Able to compress the air around him and fire it off at high velocities.

Wind Cushion: Focuses a high air pressure to form an upward force to slow the rate of descent. Especially effective if used with parachutes or other such devices.

Hydrocannon- synthesizes the moisture into a stream as powerful as a fireman’s hose.

Extra: (Optional)

Broken Skies

@TheMerlin
Thanks for the update, I will work on my CS and PM it to you soon.

Broken Skies

Hello, this seem like fun. I will be working on an character sheet. How does magic manifest? Are there tests to check for mages? Are there schools once a mage has been found? Does one need incantations or is it more like you think it and it happens?

In case you have not gathered, I want to do a battle mage. Preferably of peasant class unless magic only manifests in noble or higher families. any and all advice will be greatly appreciated.

a werewolf lord conquers a land, etc.- closed.

Other than the obvious fantasy creatures. Will there be magic and sorcery? How abundant are other magic creatures? Are they intermingled with the other races or does each race have their own region? Finally, who would want to destroy the WW other than the inhabitants that he oppresses? I mean, if a band of hero is going to form, does this WW pose a bigger threat?

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

@vancexentan Not an issue, I try to leave all my posts open ended and with possible alternative so you can choose what to do.

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Fer threw and missed. He had almost accomplished his goal as he saw a few of them beginning to detach. He seemed like an easy target. A fool throwing rocks where any other man would at least have a club or some sort of wooden spear. Indeed, he was sorely missing his bow or at least his hunting knife.

The bandits however, seemed to at least have an experienced leader. He called the rest of the rabble back. Fer grit his teeth into a sardonic smile. The rabid dogs may be dumb but the handler was not. He cursed under his breath. Just as they had seen him an easy prey, weaponless and harmless. They now used that same assumption as a way to identify the real threat. Auriel would be the focus of their attention.

Eliminate the danger and deal with the weakling lather huh? Fer thought with bitterness. I’ll show you harmless.

He carefully jumped the tripping rope that would set off the trap. He headed towards the gathering bodies that would soon engulf his winged companion.

How dared they? The feeling of anger was not just at the fact that they would most definitely tear Auriel limb from limb but that they had discounted him as notihg more than an annoying gnat. Fer's anger welling up inside him. The shield at his forearm began to heat up. The green gem started to flicker, a reddish tint starting to form.

His mind started to go black. Only one thought seemed fixed in his thoughts.

Kill them

Kill them

His eyes flared as he saw the leader about to strike the holy warrior. He all but growled. Anybody seeing him approaching would have most certainly feel the murdeours aura but more probably they could see his eyes taking on the same reddish tint as his shield.

His shield slowly mutated into a round shape that morphed into a V but before more of the shield could be transformed any further a slash or a something hit the attacking bandit. That was enough to snap Fer out of his trance.

He shook his head to clear it and then hearing Cole’s order he rushed into the nearest bandits. He shield already in the morph setting he shouted. “Morph Shied: Small Kite!”
A quickl flash of green light and his shield was now in the shape of a small kite shield which point extended about half a foot from his knuckles. He would swing high with flat of the shield aiming at the head of one of the closest bandits approaching from on of the flanks to Auriel's left. Keeping the same momentum and direction, he would kneel while spinning and with the pointed edge he would aim for a lower part of the leg of the bandit next to his first target hoping to hit a knee or enough of the leg to try knock the other person to the ground.

Regardless of how effective his blows were, the moves would land him with him raising his shield to protect any downward blow. He would also be a lower smaller target. He may not be half as lethal as he would be if he had actual weapons but he would be dammed if he would not leave these bandits with something to remember him by.

To Claim a Starting World

Arn snapped his head back to the door he had been absently knocking at while trying to see if he could catch another sight of the mysterious woman. As a child, he had heard stories of a woman dressed in black that would come and take children away. The premise was that kids who were bad were no better than carrion and as such since crows were nature’s janitors, it was assumed that the lady in dark was a crow lady. His childish fears were tempered by his current knowledge of how wild crows actually behaved. The were observant, cautious and times picky of the carrion they eat. It would make sense that it could be said that the kids that were not good would be at the very least be food for the crows. Arn knew that spoiling meat would have a bad effect on the environment and as such crows were very important part of the cycle of life and keeping things in balance. Chaos was not something that was tolerated in nature.

To the hunter’s sad acknowledgement however, chaos was something that was almost an inevitability in the human existence. This feeling was reinforced as an outburst of sound followed the meekly, annoyed greeting from the Hall owner’s son, Dallen. Had Arn been a scurrying animal, the sound would have sent him running for his burrow, a tree or anywhere far away from the shouting match that was ensuing in the inside of the hall. Arn did not have to wonder much to assume that the look sported by the man who was before him was a consequence of perhaps a multitude of such events. He did not keep up much with the nuances of the society he visited every now and then but from what he could gather and remember, the older boy who had disrespected him belonged to a heavy set woman who was family of the owner.

In the wild, such altercations would result in banishment. A had too much to worry surviving to deal with non productive and combative members. The Alpha had a responsibility of correcting such deficiencies. They needed nothing but complete compliance from the pack members, if another member wanted control, a challenge would ensue. In this situation however, it seemed that the power struggle was between more than two adversaries. Arn shook his head, both incredulous at the current predicament and to answer the question that Dallen had posed.

He took one step back, as if to allow the owner’s son the ability to step out and close the door behind him to conduct their business. Regardless of if the action taken by the Mead Hall’s owner son, Arn answered in a gruff voice. “No trade, deal.” He moved towards his make shift sled and moving aside of the furs, revealed two hind shanks and two flanks of what could be none other than from an Elk. “You can have this to smoke or salt. I just want a share.” The deal was pretty simple, There was no way the hunter would be able to eat or process such a large amount of food. The Hall would have the hands and resources available for that. It should be a mutually beneficial arrangement.

From what he had gathered from Bauld, successful hunting had been impeded by the mysterious force working in the wilds. Indeed, it had taken Arn a longer time to track this particular elk. It seemed to not be following the usual patters. It was almost as if it was spooked or avoiding something that also prowled the hunting grounds.

Arn’s hazel eyes studied the face of Dallen, he wondered if the man would find the extra work welcoming or offensive. To be fair, the hunter had done the majority of the hard work. He had cut and dressed the flanks expertly removing the meat at the bone but keeping the top layer of fur intact to help prevent any bugs of dirt to get on the meat. The haunches still sported the bone but Arn knew that this could be used to create broths. He had buried the meat in ice to freeze it in preparation for the journey to the village. Even now, it was still cold and firm. He had covered it in moist and clean leaves to prolong the freshness. The hunter knew that the amount of meat and the way it was dressed, to and experienced eye would be most pleasing.

The hunter extended his weathered and callused hand beneath from under his makeshift fur cloak and offered it to the man. His eyes were firm but not threatening as he looked for a response from his customer. Even if the man refused, he could still trade the pieces to other people in the village. Meat was always a welcomed commodity. He liked how they prepared their meat however so the trade was beneficial to the hunter too.

His voice has a questioning but not worried tone as he spoke "deal?"

To Claim a Starting World

@LadyRunic Ok so I just noticed that I did not have Elk meat listed on my inventory. As this a point in our story, can I add it? Or can we foregoe it since I am about to offload it to the Mead hall? It would be two hunches and flanks. Sorry about that slip.

To Claim a Starting World

@Blizz
The burly man watched as the woman in black seemed to set her eyes on him. He tensed but was more out of cautiousness rather than fear. His eyes narrowed as he took in her semblance. Covered in her dark cloak and adorned by her long unkept black hair, she seemed to be a shadow in plain daylight. She seemed to float towards him, and he would be willing to believer her incorporeal except for the thud the walking stick did every now and then as it hit the coble stone. The soft thud of her walking stick, an impending mark to her approach. He noticed his heart seemed to keep beat with her stick.

He started to lower himself, as many animals do in preparation for fight or flight. Something inside him screamed she was no ordinary woman. Something in her blue eyes spoke of wisdom and mystery. She was old, much older than any woman he had yet seen even in the village. Her skin was no stranger to sun and wind. His soul could recognize another given to travel and the wilds. He would have believed her some sort of human live crow had it not been for that look in her eyes.

His inched a bit closer. His interest had been piqued and he acted like a cautious cat or dog keeping sideways and head cocked to the side. He took in her look again. By all means, she did not seem from the area. In all his years coming to the village he had never seen her. He wondered why she was here. Could she be related to the incident that the lad Bauld had spoke of earlier?

Despite his look and his manners, Arn was actually very smart. Some may attribute this intelligence as to the reason why he was so good at hunting. Few knew that unknowns to Arn himself, some deep magic within himself allowed him to ingest the memories of the animals he hunted. It was through this that he was able to know the migration routes, find the hidden burrows, understand the animals behaviors.

He could not leave his wares so he stretched as much as he could until he lost sight of her. Was she the trader from the south? Who knew. His line of sight broken, this also broke his trance and he went back to the task at had. He once again repeated his unique knock which he had picked up from the birds of the forest a bit louder on the back door.

To Claim a Starting World

@Blizz so I just wanted to point out that I am not at the front entrance but rather a back / side entrance. Arn would probably not be allowed via the main door for customer's sake I'm assuming. However, you could probably still see him and be close enough to talk to him as you make your way to the front door.