I would assume that as far as Jenramo is concerned, as long as the others didn't try to force Jenramo into killing people, he probably sees them as just amicable co-workers, he would see Jing in a better light however, more as a friend that he trusts, however Jenramo doesn't trust Gwendolyn at all, or anyone that mainly uses magic, he sees them as almost a monster themselves, despite the blatant hypocrisy.
Milo laughed as she mentioned him as the first place drunk, he had put down more than his fair share to be sure, but they had a ton of fun that day, "And the crowd went wild." he chuckled out as he recalled the drunken haze they had all awoken to the next day. Milo recalled the fight, and tried to think of the reason he had actually punched the guy, "Honestly, either I was trying to defend your honor, or, I was really tired of listening to you guys try to tell him to fuck off kindly." Milo took a bite of his food, the sushi was fresh and was really quite good, he was glad he decided on this place. Milo could still remember the fight was his fault, he had definitely thrown the first punch, but she was right, the three of them won pretty handily against those barflies. "I don't fight dirty, I just fight not to lose." Milo chuckled, as much as he liked his sword fighting, he actually disliked fist fighting, and always fought to end it quick and without him being hurt as much as possible.
Milo poured the last of the sake into his cup and downed it. Milo leaned back into the chair and sighed, "I miss Delta some days, other days, I wouldn't trade what I have seen and done for anything." While this wasn't necessarily true, Milo had had too many drinks and not enough blood to know. "I have seen more of the country than I thought I ever would, met a ton of people, and learned a lot of skills. Leaving everything behind, it was hard, but I don't think I could have grown with out having done so. Trials and tribulations and whatnot." Milo smiled, his face already showing that he was a bit tipsy. "I'm sure you have had your share of good times since leaving right?"
"I will give my children the life I never had, by craft or by blood."
Name:
Jenramo Ventri
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: As pictured above, he is strong and rugged, his hands rough from long hours of work and years of holding a blade, he stands a tall 6'3" and has a very muscular build.
Bio: Jenramo Ventri, a name known well across his home town, the Ventri family being skilled craftsmen and artisans, Jenramo inherited these traits, and at a young age began his apprenticeship. However as with many, his life was shaken by the loss of his family, his parents slaughtered by a craven monster, a foul beast that still haunts his dreams to this day. With no home and no family, life became hard, he was unable to find food and was left to beg for some time until he was found by an old acquaintance of his fathers, a smith from a nearby village, he had been sent for by the lord of the city to fill the hole the death of his family had left and when Jenramo was recognized the older man took him in.
Jenramo still showed great talent for smithing, and his older teacher struggled to teach the boy fast enough, by the time Jenramo was fourteen he was crafting blades and armor for the guards and was being asked for personally by some patrons, though he never once took the kindness of his master for granted, when his master fell ill and could no longer work, Jenramo took the mantle and worked as much as he could to take care of the two of them, however the illness proved too much for the masters elderly frame, and soon he was alone again, and so he chose to enlist into the guard. Jenramo was accepted and was given a sword to use rather than fix for the first time, however he was no slouch, he was a physical powerhouse, he was soon given a great blade that he soon came to adore, he cared for it and repaired it many times.
The call to arms was crisp and piercing, Jenramo, now twenty four, was sent to the front lines, the beast had returned, the same that haunted him, the same that had slain his family and left him alone for so long. the beast was a nightmarish beast a twisted and ogreish visage that dripped with a haze of death. Men threw themselves at the beast and carved away swaths of flesh, but it fought back and with every strike and every man slain, the beast only seemed to regain its strength, its body stitching back together. Jenramo took to the beast, vengeance being the only thing holding his fear at bay, and dealt blow after blow, his greatsword digging deeper and deeper, until finally the beast fell, unable to drain the life from anything else. As Jenramo looked upon the beast the shining black glint deep within a gash caught his eye, the Soulstone, Jenramo plucked the stone from the beast and gripped it tight, he felt that the stone was the memory of all the beast had stolen, and he would see those memories live on. The heat of the forge was paled by the intensity of the smith, it was not a task that many would undertake, the merging of a Soulstone to an item was difficult at best, deadly at worst, however to see his goals to the end he would have to toe that line. After weeks of labor, Jenramo emerged, the blade he carried looked mostly the same, however it now seemed to have a black sheen as though it were devouring the light itself, Jenramo took the blade to the lord of his city and asked to be relieved of his duty, a look in his eyes determined to leave, he was not denied.
Jenramo met with irregulars four years ago, his desire to hunt the foul beasts that roam this land aligned with their goals then, his only desire was to honor the memory of the the dead he believed guided him and his blade, he told this to Jing on their first meeting, and since, he has remained as a vanguard and smith for the Irregulars, at least for as long as they hunt the darkest beasts that prowl, he will always stand ready.
Fighting Style: Kunst des Fechtens
Equipment: - Standard knights armor - Artisans tools and forging equipment - His greatsword, Beloved Memory
Skills/Abilities: - Jenramo is a skilled smith, capable of infusing Soulstones into items. - Skilled swordsman, years of training have built him into a fierce combatant.
Other Information: Beloved Memory steals the life force of the opponent and heals the wielder, allowing Jenramo to stay in the fight.
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
"I will give my children the life I never had, by craft or by blood."
Name:
Jenramo Ventri
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: As pictured above, he is strong and rugged, his hands rough from long hours of work and years of holding a blade, he stands a tall 6'3" and has a very muscular build.
Bio: Jenramo Ventri, a name known well across his home town, the Ventri family being skilled craftsmen and artisans, Jenramo inherited these traits, and at a young age began his apprenticeship. However as with many, his life was shaken by the loss of his family, his parents slaughtered by a craven monster, a foul beast that still haunts his dreams to this day. With no home and no family, life became hard, he was unable to find food and was left to beg for some time until he was found by an old acquaintance of his fathers, a smith from a nearby village, he had been sent for by the lord of the city to fill the hole the death of his family had left and when Jenramo was recognized the older man took him in.
Jenramo still showed great talent for smithing, and his older teacher struggled to teach the boy fast enough, by the time Jenramo was fourteen he was crafting blades and armor for the guards and was being asked for personally by some patrons, though he never once took the kindness of his master for granted, when his master fell ill and could no longer work, Jenramo took the mantle and worked as much as he could to take care of the two of them, however the illness proved too much for the masters elderly frame, and soon he was alone again, and so he chose to enlist into the guard. Jenramo was accepted and was given a sword to use rather than fix for the first time, however he was no slouch, he was a physical powerhouse, he was soon given a great blade that he soon came to adore, he cared for it and repaired it many times.
The call to arms was crisp and piercing, Jenramo, now twenty four, was sent to the front lines, the beast had returned, the same that haunted him, the same that had slain his family and left him alone for so long. the beast was a nightmarish beast a twisted and ogreish visage that dripped with a haze of death. Men threw themselves at the beast and carved away swaths of flesh, but it fought back and with every strike and every man slain, the beast only seemed to regain its strength, its body stitching back together. Jenramo took to the beast, vengeance being the only thing holding his fear at bay, and dealt blow after blow, his greatsword digging deeper and deeper, until finally the beast fell, unable to drain the life from anything else. As Jenramo looked upon the beast the shining black glint deep within a gash caught his eye, the Soulstone, Jenramo plucked the stone from the beast and gripped it tight, he felt that the stone was the memory of all the beast had stolen, and he would see those memories live on. The heat of the forge was paled by the intensity of the smith, it was not a task that many would undertake, the merging of a Soulstone to an item was difficult at best, deadly at worst, however to see his goals to the end he would have to toe that line. After weeks of labor, Jenramo emerged, the blade he carried looked mostly the same, however it now seemed to have a black sheen as though it were devouring the light itself, Jenramo took the blade to the lord of his city and asked to be relieved of his duty, a look in his eyes determined to leave, he was not denied.
Jenramo met with irregulars four years ago, his desire to hunt the foul beasts that roam this land aligned with their goals then, his only desire was to honor the memory of the the dead he believed guided him and his blade, he told this to Jing on their first meeting, and since, he has remained as a vanguard and smith for the Irregulars, at least for as long as they hunt the darkest beasts that prowl, he will always stand ready.
Fighting Style: Kunst des Fechtens
Equipment: - Standard knights armor - Artisans tools and forging equipment - His greatsword, Beloved Memory
Skills/Abilities: - Jenramo is a skilled smith, capable of infusing Soulstones into items. - Skilled swordsman, years of training have built him into a fierce combatant.
Other Information: Beloved Memory steals the life force of the opponent and heals the wielder, allowing Jenramo to stay in the fight.
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
Milo took the photo when Paige handed it to him, he looked it over, it was the same photo that he had in his safe. Milo looked it over and grinned a bit, he had seen the photo many times before and the shock it would have had on him wasn't there, he just chuckled a bit and handed it back, "I remember that day, we won that game, honestly it's the after party I don't remember, heh, too much drinking. I have this same picture at my place. Also, I think I look better with a little more meat on my bones." Milo kept his expression pretty neutral as they spoke. "When I left out of Delta I made a stop on the way, I checked out a Cowboys game in Texas, terrible music, but the beer was cheap." Milo had had some good memories from his time after leaving home, he didn't end up in Sol immediately he tried for some soul searching and whatnot.
Milo took another drink of the sake and grinned, "I better stop drinking before I can't drive, I hate leaving my car out places, you were there, remember that one time back home we all went drinking and had to take a cab back? I got back to my car the next day and those thugs that hung out around the bar stole my tires." Milo recalled them having a decent time drinking and having fun before needing to leave, but also remembers a few guys making passes at his girlfriend and Paige, whether the fighting caused the theft he wasn't sure, but he was sure that the fight had been worth it.
Milo saw the text that Paige had sent, she was coming, Milo grinned a bit, he knew she wouldn't pass up a nice dinner on someone else's dime. Milo looked over his other texts and pulled up Vika's text, she still wanted to work things out, but Milo only felt angry about it now, he wasn't the best guy in the world, no doubt, but of all the times that he has done things wrong, he felt this wasn't one. Milo casually browsed the menu for a bit while he waited, letting the server know he was expecting someone.
As Paige came in Milo looked her up and down, he would be lying if he said she didn't look great, a stark contrast to the work outfits that she was usually in. She sat down and while she examined the small sake glass, Milo poured some into it and some into his. "Don't worry about it, cheers" He held up his cup a bit and downed the drink, "Well like I said, tonight's on me, a chance to finally take a breath." Milo ordered a sushi platter, some random assortment, then looked back to Paige. "You know, I had heard the rumors about what got you sent away from Delta, care to tell me what really happened?" The sound of the question let on that Milo was skeptical of the story he had heard, he had kept tabs on what happened at home for a while, he had still kind of hoped that he would go back but at this point it seemed unlikely.
Ash looked at the girl who was now his roommate, of course the one with the massive snake would be the one he gets, but the girl seems nice, excited and ready to have as much fun as she can, Ash was the opposite, he was already regretting having come and was afraid of everything around and hungry to boot.
"Umm.... Ok.... I suppose we could go explore..... Do... Do you think there is a kitchen?" Ash asked meekly, he figured if she was nice and he was nice in return she may not sick the giant snake on him. However as he spoke her little snake slithered up and threatened him. As a reflex to the tone Ash spawned his armor and shielded himself from what he assumed was the coming attack.
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