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War Never Won (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

That could be fun! If/when we can find time to do that!

War Never Won (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

I mean, i would stand and watch two people duke it out with swords even at risk of death :P

But copy that!

War Never Won (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

Tobias’ confident march away from the inn slowed to a cautious step as he noticed the figure waiting beyond the boundary. That familiar glint of silver caught his eye as he took in the first “breath of fresh air” he had received for the day. The sound of the busy streets was only a whisper on the horizon as his attention moved to Terry and her own Warbrand drawn and ready.

He cracked his neck and it resounded like a branch cracked on a barren road as Tobias stopped right where he knew the boundary would end.

Always good to remember that your life is always at stake, he thought calmly as he greeted Terry with a confident grin.

“Beautiful day for bloodshed, I expect you’d agree,” he smirked as he carefully unsheathed his own Warbrand. He couldn’t help but hum a simple not as he raised it to a proper position and took on his proper stance.

The blade in his hand was already quivering, humming gently in a soft note that was only loud enough to reach his own ears, but that could change in an instance once he was ready. Terry held a Warbrand and that was more than enough to make her more dangerous than most potential foes. It seemed that his only chance of appeasing the War God would begin with removing one of his chosen from the ranks.

He could already pick up the noises of people chattering. People beginning to crowd around the two figures in the center square, lights flickering from phone cameras as they witnessed what the unknowing public assumed was a show. He also noticed a few already stepping away. Like they knew what was coming. Like they knew the danger of what was in place.

Maybe this was exactly what he needed to lure the CWI out. Hopefully, there would be enough noise that he wouldn’t run out of sound stored in his blade.

“Well then,” Tobias grinned, “Allegro speed now. No need to make people wait.”
And with a careful step, he moved away from the boundary and squared up for battle.

War Never Won (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

Tobias’ stared at the card with a bored expression as he flipped the hard cardstock back in forth between his fingers before sliding it into his back pocket and walking towards the door. Never a good idea to make War wait, he found. If there was anything Tobias had learned after picking up that blade 5 years ago it was that the art of music and the art of war both had one thing in common: keeping tempo was paramount.

The blade itself had become a comfortable weight at his side. Sitting in the sheath that was placed on his bed the day he’d arrived here, it had become the ideal way for his Warbrand to sit at his side and absorb the enthralling soundwaves and music that would bounce around the world – or even just take in the sound of his record player as he flipped through some of the masters.

In reality, that record player was one of the few things he’d held onto before joining the fight.

Stepping into the hallway and walking towards the staircase, he took a moment to compose himself. His sunken eyes were red-ringed after a long couple days of battle with a conclave of foes – he’d only just gotten the blood off his shoes before he was given another task, but oh was it worth it.

He moved down the floors like an arrow towards its target. His sharp mind already beginning to understand how one might capture the CWI’s attention in a way that wouldn’t end with him in pieces on the ground.

He palmed his Warbrand’s hilt carefully and thought to the one method that always drew attention: A walk down a main street, a swing of his blade, and the shattering of windows and glass as the sound frequencies bring the glass to its breaking point. What stopped him from his usually determined tempo, however, was the older man standing at the counter, reading books on war strategy for whatever may be coming.

“War strategy? Wouldn’t that require an army of some sorts?” Tobias inquired, bringing his polished shoes to a stop in the lobby as he adjusted the collar of his long, dark coat so the sheath hid beneath the long drooping fabric, “Surely something on the art of the duel would be more beneficial.”

Arrogance? Probably. Despite his best intentions Tobias never seemed to parse the difference between “helpful” and “frustrating.” Then there was the other fact that he was sitting in a bee’s nest of Warriors, and that any two of them could be requested to kill each other at any time for the amusement of a faceless God – so strategy or anger is not the best way to save your skin.

But alas, it was always more fun to sing a different tune, and to disrupt the normal rhythms of the place.

“Anyhow, must be going,” Tobias yawned before pulling his hair back with his fingers, “Day of a warrior never ends, it seems.”

With that he began his walk towards the doorway with a subtle smile on his face, hoping that maybe today a child wouldn't look at him and ask if he was a vampire.

War Never Won (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

@TheLoneRook, do you wanna PM me a card idea so I can maybe start working on a post?

War Never Won (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

TOBIAS REN CS

Tobias Ren | 33 | Male

Standing at an above-average six feet, Tobias appears… hollow. Yes, that’s probably the right word for it. With the sunken eyes of an overworked man and a paling complexion, Tobias is the last person you want on the cover of your “healthy choices” magazine. Regardless, if you were to ask him he would claim there was nothing wrong. His figure is slim, but not fragile like a young tree, and his hair is always kept at the perfect length to both stay out of his face and also keep him from appearing ragged. Despite all his efforts, however, the first thing anyone ever notices about him is his sunken, pale eyes that give him a gaunt aura, and the iron supplements he’s been taking has done little to make them better.

Tobias tends to prefer dark, long-sleeved clothing and pants even during the heat of the summer. His skin is very sensitive and tends to burn far too quickly, so he’s taken to a strange, elegant wardrobe that, as usual, does little to assist his personality. The truth of the matter is that, for some reason beyond his knowledge, he would always be somewhat unnerving to the people surrounding him. He even tried to disguise it behind fortune and riches, with golden earrings and rings, but that just didn’t seem to help much either.
An ill-looking man in perfect health who can turn the room bleak on a joyous occasion.

SENSATION: Sound

WARBRAND:

“There’s a simple elegance to this piece of silver.”

Yes, in its usual form Tobias hasn’t found the heart to do anything "extra" with the metal. In fact, he’s so enamored with it that he doesn’t wrap the hilt or anything, meaning that by the end of a fight usual he’ll find his own blood on his palm from gripping it too hard. He keeps it in a simple dark sheath at his side until the time to fight once more, and he seems to have a decent technique albeit lacking instinct. The character “Ω” sits as his symbol on its side, and even in its sheath the symbol remains open to the world, but he never explains why.

When it transforms, the blade itself becomes deceptively thin. Thin enough that you can barely see it when its sharp edge is facing you. It also gains a few feet in length and a beautiful hilt with the guard in the same “Ω” shape. A round, gleaming gem of sorts sits right where the hilt meets the blade. And that, in truth, is where the danger comes from. The gem resonates to sound, and it can even store that potential energy as it hears songs throughout a day. The more passionate the better, for when he swings the blade, the strongest sounds can cut straight through the air, rip people’s eardrums apart, or even just knock people off balance enough that he can deliver the final blow. For you see, the most passionate singers also share the most passionate screams, and Tobias’ Warbrand uses all of that sound frequency to cut straight through it and its opponents as well.

SAVING GRACE:

Tobias nearly gave up on the world once, deeming it a cruel and unjust place that was devoid of any sort of happiness, and that was when he first heard a church choir around the corner from his affluent home. Voices singing loud, singing in joy and in sorrow, through laughter and tears. Those songs gripped him as child, and still resonate down deeply to his soul. He knows he must live on to keep hearing their voices, and he will keep fighting as long as those songs can keep playing.

As such, a treble clef is traced faintly on the back of his neck, and as he encroaches madness he often finds himself sitting on the steps outside that church once more.

HISTORY:

Tobias grew up literally eating off a silver spoon. He was the youngest of six children of the Ren estate, which was a lucrative title built up over the years as his father became quite the successful merchant. Named a duke (more as a title than anything else), Tobias’ father, Isaac, spent a lot of time busy with his work or chastising his children on their behaviours, assuring that they were demonstrating behaviour fit for an aristocracy.

Thankfully for Tobias, being the youngest meant he was likely not inheriting anything, and so he was able to find some free time to wander his streets and his neighborhoods, though even then his appearance as the “Pale Boy” did little to help him make friends. When he was nine or ten, a boy from around the neighborhood and someone that his father had pushed Tobias to befriend had taken him and a gesture of good will he made (an offering of some cool marbles he’d collected) and tossed him into the mud outside his house. When the boy invited him over later as an “apology”; Tobias was met by a group of boys twice his size, and the rest is pretty easy to figure out.

It was this day that led him to the stairs of that church, that brought him to the first real song that he loved, and that drove him to pursue music with burning intensity.

His mother was pleased about this. She herself was a concert pianist, and she was overjoyed by the dedication he put towards learning the instrument. She had tried with many of her other children but they just didn’t seem to care the way he did. What she often loved was that he “was no prodigy for sure, but he continued to try and try again”.

Eventually, thanks to hours of dedication and a large check from his father, Tobias went off to school to study music professionally, with his father’s only caviat being that he picked up some kind of sport.

Somehow fencing became the go-to option.

He studied at a school in Jericho City, doing several degrees and studying several subjects into the theories of sound and music. He was so dedicated that colleagues and friends alike joked that a war could break out and he would find a way to keep working right into it.

In fact, that was literally what happened.

Catastrophe hit the university all at once it seemed, when the place was quickly evacuated when two figures caught in an incredibly lethal duel literally caught several people in their cross fire – and the fact they were shouting things like “burn this place down if we have to” didn’t do too much to make people worry less. And while the rest of the place was being evacuated, Tobias was in his usual corner of the library listening to a recording of a 18th-century composition while writing his paper on Reconstructing Beethovens Tonal structure when the two figures literally smashed through the library shelves.

And for a moment, he froze. Many feelings collided all at once when he heard the beautiful note that sung from the clash of steel, but also realized the actual potential destruction they could bring to the beautiful world of sound around him.

He was about to step in when another man pulled him away. The police force had appeared to intervene with minimal success as Tobias watched centuries of music going up in smoke.

A terrible image came to him: one of the library burning, of the church burning, of the beautiful songs turning to screams of despair as this spirit of anger and hate tore through a world that held so much beauty for him. No, he could not stand it. Tobias resisted the pull of the police, marching right back towards the doors of the library where he could hear the conflicting beauty of the song of battle wrapped in bloodlust.

He stopped at the door for a moment, as if to ask “what the hell are you planning to do? What’s the point of doing this for a song?”

And that was when he met War. The deity leaned against the doorway with a casual grin, as if he could see the thoughts that were swirling in Tobias’ mind down to that second.

The debate took a completely different turn when War pulled a silver blade from his side and threw it so it stuck into the ground directly at Tobias’ feet. For some reason, in that moment he remembered a boy he had offered to share marbles with, and the sounds they made clattering against the ground. The sound of battle was so intriguing, like the fruit from the tree of knowledge – forbidden yet tantalizing. He also thought about how there was always someone waiting to stomp out joy in all its forms – and if he was to keep those songs alive, he would have to stomp out those joy -stompers.

Tobias never envisioned himself as a warrior, never thought that battle could make a song in itself. He just knew that after he picked up that blade, studying music just didn’t seem to cut it like the strange, disjointed sound of two warriors locked in combat.

OTHER:

The armor in the art is likely not actually his attire? But like, pictures are hard to find.

Art by len-yan on DeviantArt.

War Never Won (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

TOBIAS REN CS

Tobias Ren | 33 | Male

Standing at an above-average six feet, Tobias appears… hollow. Yes, that’s probably the right word for it. With the sunken eyes of an overworked man and a paling complexion, Tobias is the last person you want on the cover of your “healthy choices” magazine. Regardless, if you were to ask him he would claim there was nothing wrong. His figure is slim, but not fragile like a young tree, and his hair is always kept at the perfect length to both stay out of his face and also keep him from appearing ragged. Despite all his efforts, however, the first thing anyone ever notices about him is his sunken, pale eyes that give him a gaunt aura, and the iron supplements he’s been taking has done little to make them better.

Tobias tends to prefer dark, long-sleeved clothing and pants even during the heat of the summer. His skin is very sensitive and tends to burn far too quickly, so he’s taken to a strange, elegant wardrobe that, as usual, does little to assist his personality. The truth of the matter is that, for some reason beyond his knowledge, he would always be somewhat unnerving to the people surrounding him. He even tried to disguise it behind fortune and riches, with golden earrings and rings, but that just didn’t seem to help much either.
An ill-looking man in perfect health who can turn the room bleak on a joyous occasion.

SENSATION: Sound

WARBRAND:

“There’s a simple elegance to this piece of silver.”

Yes, in its usual form Tobias hasn’t found the heart to do anything "extra" with the metal. In fact, he’s so enamored with it that he doesn’t wrap the hilt or anything, meaning that by the end of a fight usual he’ll find his own blood on his palm from gripping it too hard. He keeps it in a simple dark sheath at his side until the time to fight once more, and he seems to have a decent technique albeit lacking instinct. The character “omega” sits as his symbol on its side, and even it is sheath the symbol remains open to the world, but he never explains why.

When it transforms, the blade itself becomes incredibly thin, deceptively thin enough that you can barely see it when its sharp edge is facing you while it also gains a few feet in length and a beautiful hilt with the guard in the same “omega” shape. A round, gleaming gem of sorts sits right where the hilt meets blade. And that, in truth, is where the danger comes from. The gem resonates to song, and it can even store that potential energy as it hears songs throughout a day. The more passionate the better, for when he swings the blade, the strongest sounds can cut straight through the air, rip people’s eardrums apart, or even just knock people off balance enough that he can deliver the final blow. For you see, the most passionate singers also share the most passionate screams, and Tobias’ Warbrand uses all of that sound frequency to cut straight through it, and its opponents as well.

SAVING GRACE:

Tobias nearly gave up on the world once, deeming it a cruel and unjust place that was devoid of any sort of happiness, and that was when he first heard a church choir around the corner from his affluent home. Voices singing loud, singing in joy and in sorrow, through laughter and tears. Those songs gripped him as child, and still resonate down deeply to his soul. He knows he must live on to keep hearing their voices, and he will keep fighting as long as those songs can keep playing.

As such, a treble clef is traced faintly on the back of his neck, and as he encroaches madness he often finds himself sitting on the steps outside that church once more.

HISTORY:

Tobias grew up literally eating off a silver spoon. He was the youngest of six children of the Ren estate, which was a lucrative title built up over the years as his father became quite the successful merchant. Named a duke (more as a title than anything else), Tobias’ father, Isaac, spent a lot of time busy with his work or chastising his children on their behaviours, assuring that they were demonstrating behaviour fit for aristocracy.

Thankfully for Tobias, being the youngest meant he was likely not inheriting anything, and so he was able to find some free time to wander his streets and his neighborhoods, though even then his appearance as the “Pale Boy” did little to help him make friends. When he was nine or ten, a boy from around the neighborhood and someone that his father had pushed Tobias to befriend had taken him and a gesture of good will he made (an offering of some cool marbles he’d collected) and tossed him into the mud outside his house. When the boy invited him over later as an “apology”; Tobias was met by a group of boys twice his size, and the rest is pretty easy to figure out.

It was this day that led him to the stairs of that church, that brought him to the first real song that he loved, and that drove him to pursue music with burning intensity.

His mother was pleased about this. She herself was a concert pianist, and she was overjoyed by the dedication he put towards learning the instrument. She had tried with many of her other children but they just didn’t seem to care the way he did. What she often loved was that he “was no prodigy for sure, but he continued to try and try again”.

Eventually, thanks to hours of dedication and a large check from his father, Tobias went off to school to study music professionally, with his father’s only caviat being that he picked up some kind of sport.

Somehow fencing became the go-to option.

He studied at a school in Jericho City, doing several degrees and studying several subjects into the theories of sound and music. He was so dedicated that colleagues and friends alike joked that a war could break out and he would find a way to keep working right into it.

In fact, that was literally what happened.

Catastrophe hit the university all at once it seemed, when the place was quickly evacuated when two figures caught in an incredibly lethal duel literally caught several people in their cross fire – and the fact they were shouting things like “burn this place down if we have to” didn’t do too much to make people worry less. And while the rest of the place was being evacuated, Tobias was in his usual corner of the library listening to a recording of an 18th-century composition while writing his paper on Reconstructing Beethovens Tonal structure when the two figures literally smashed through the library shelves.

And for a moment, he froze. Many feelings collided all at once when he heard the beautiful note that sung from the clash of steel, but also realized the actual potential destruction they could bring to the beautiful world of sound around him.

He was about to step in when another man pulled him away. The police force had appeared to intervene with minimal success as Tobias watched centuries of music going up in smoke.

A terrible image came to him: one of the library burning, of the church burning, of the beautiful songs turning to screams of despair as this spirit of anger and hate tore through a world that held so much beauty for him. No, he could not stand it. Tobias resisted the pull of the police, marching right back towards the doors of the library where he could hear the conflicting beauty of the song of battle wrapped in bloodlust.

He stopped at the door for a moment, as if to ask “what the hell are you planning to do? What’s the point of doing this for a song?”

And that was when he met War. The deity leaned against the doorway with a casual grin, as if he could see the thoughts that were swirling in Tobias’ mind down to that second.

The debate took a completely different turn when War pulled a silver blade from his side and threw it so it stuck into the ground directly at Tobias’ feet. For some reason, in that moment he remembered a boy he had offered to share marbles with, and the sounds they made clattering against the ground. The sound of battle was so intriguing, like the fruit from the tree of knowledge – forbidden yet tantalizing. He also thought about how there was always someone waiting to stomp out joy in all its forms – and if he was to keep those songs alive, he would have to stomp out those joy -stompers.

Tobias never envisioned himself as a warrior, never thought that battle could make a song in itself. He just knew that after he picked up that blade, studying music just didn’t seem to cut it like the strange, disjointed sound of two warriors locked in combat.

OTHER:

The armor is likely not actually his attire? But like, pictures are hard to find.

Art by len-yan on DeviantArt.

War Never Won (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

Alright then.

No big deal. Nothing's really coming to me character-wise... where are we going with this genre/setting wise? Like, what's the time period we're looking at? How specific is weapon vs. War machine i.e. is a sniper rifle a machine or a weapon? and if so that means it can also become something else?

And like, I'm not sure if the "Saving Grace" is enough of a motivation to pick up the sword in the first place. Unless you're a ruthless killer sworn to vengance or something else, what other reason would someone have to pick up a warbrand in the first place unless they're bein forced to do it?

War Never Won (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

Can I reserve Sight? Can't really write a CS till I'm home but I'll do it ASAP

War Never Won IC (Modern Fantasy, Action RP)

I'll drop some interest on this one. Sounds like fun!