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Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

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Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Thanks! I'll flesh Riffolk out more as the RP goes, want to get a feel for the setting first.

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Bane Halrond

Character Name:
Bane Halrond

Race:
Half-elf

Class:
Former Guard Captain of a decimated noble house of Eldoria.

Age:
47

Gender:
Male

Place of Birth:
Riffolk

Appearance:
Bane Halrond is, at first glance, a rather imposing man, though after a few moments of words exchanged, he reveals himself to be more tired than gruff. He has seen his masters and his own men fall to the Shadowbane, and to the influence of both greed and magic, and as a result, it has left him with a deep-seated anger towards the former and a wariness towards the latter, as it has upended the security and meaning of his profession. He now ekes out a living as a mercenary for people who require an escort for security purposes, and he spends much of the coin maintaining his weaponry and armor - or what is left of its glory days. What little is left is spent on strong drink, as well as other, warmer comforts that seedy taverns provide.

He is almost always spotted with a hat or helm of some sort, an attempt to avoid being antagonized by most humans. Thankfully his human father granted him height, as well as a laborer's sturdy physique, though the shape of his ears are an unavoidable proof of his mother's blood so he goes to lengths to conceal it.

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

YEAHHHH so happy there are characters older than 30 in this one! @IAmAugustReign

Will just wait for approval from @Archazen before moving Bane to CS List.
changed Bane to 47 because I feel like the picture looks a little too young for 57 XD

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Bane Halrond

Character Name:
Bane Halrond

Race:
Half-elf

Class:
Former Guard Captain of a decimated noble house of Eldoria.

Age:
47

Gender:
Male

Place of Birth:
Riffolk

Appearance:
Bane Halrond is, at first glance, a rather imposing man, though after a few moments of words exchanged, he reveals himself to be more tired than gruff. He has seen his masters and his own men fall to the Shadowbane, and to the influence of both greed and magic, and as a result, it has left him with a deep-seated anger towards the former and a wariness towards the latter, as it has upended the security and meaning of his profession. He now ekes out a living as a mercenary for people who require an escort for security purposes, and he spends much of the coin maintaining his weaponry and armor - or what is left of its glory days. What little is left is spent on strong drink, as well as other, warmer comforts that seedy taverns provide.

He is almost always spotted with a hat or helm of some sort, an attempt to avoid being antagonized by most humans. Thankfully his human father granted him height, as well as a laborer's sturdy physique, though the shape of his ears are an unavoidable proof of his mother's blood.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Small post is up. Feedback is appreciated.

@Herald

Hi, are you still interested in a potential Abyssal Connection?

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Fr tho! I pm'd Esty for some input towards my post already! That is equally a good question. So many interesting angles here!!

@Lexisheeps

For some reason, Bastien's ability reminds me of Fallout New Vegas, because he'd have to go around collecting/finding cards, only more extra. As someone who enjoys tarot cards, it's an interesting addition.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

So many questions, I look forward to the GM's revelations.

That said, do Wilds immediately recognize each other's presence?
Mimi looks like one, and so does Mercy, but Teresa can choose to appear human quite easily.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

@rabidbacon Your poor little guy just wants a Happy Meal! 😢

@Lexisheeps

He's of the Despair Meal party, but you're terribly correct.
You've reduced him to a hungry pup, I'm dying. 😂

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Mercy followed the trail in the sky with his eyes, tracing the path. It was a sign that he would be full again, soon. The ground rumbled as he followed, but not before he swallowed his fresh kill. A thick sludge of gore spilled from his mouth, as he carelessly swung his head in the direction where more corpses were to be made.

He knew this, for the humans were always fighting over every little thing, and it was beautifully frequent too, for this world had very, very little. There were worse worlds to have been dragged into, Mercy always told himself, particularly on days where he fed well.

Eventually, he made his way to the outskirts of the erstwhile home his kind had found themselves in, and he stared at what he saw, his fiery mouth flickering in the shadows as he licked his lips. The humans were holding those things tightly, tiny fingers itching to deal death at every given moment.

Whatever the outcome, there was bound to be a body left behind. After all, the thorn-headed one and his group were just about as hungry as the Wild Ones were, when it came to bloodshed.

Mercy watched and waited, from a good distance, though his heft meant that he wasn't hiding either. There was no need to hide - even just the sight of him coaxed the tantalizing energies of terror and despair to pour out from many of the humans. And he was hungry, always hungry.