How is the relationship between the races in present day? I understand it can't be too friendly, considering their warring history, but have the races somehow learnt to tolerate each other other in the face of Kaaos cruelty, or do they still fight each other? And how likely is it that, for example, my character to have ever met someone from another race? Is it common, or will it be a somewhat new experience? Sorry if these questions have already been answered; I did a quick read-through but couldn't find anything specific on present-day relations.
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Name: Annelie Duran
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Gear: Armor, two hand sword, small knife and backpack containing basic survival items.
Skills: Skilled with large swords. Physically strong from years of hard training. Thrives in close combat battles.
Physical Description: Annelie is fairly tall and muscular. Long, light brown hair, usually braided or otherwise kept out of the way in a bun or ponytail. Bangs at the front, swept to the side. Whisky eyes with an almond shaped face. Thick eyebrows. Has a small gap between her front teeth.
Usually dressed in heavy armor, as her job as a city guard requires. Dons a comparably lighter armor while traveling or when not on active duty. When relaxed at home, she wears simple clothes, mostly because she can't afford anything more fancy.
Personality: Calm and collected, but not one to say no to a good time. Due to her chosen profession, she's disciplined and likes to have her life in order. She's content following rules. Dreamed of adventures and travels when she was younger, but life and hardships have made her settle for routine and order. Doesn't often question. Loyal and friendly, as long as no one's rude.
History: Born in a faceless city where nothing worth mentioning has ever happened. Her father worked as a tailor, while her mother was a miller. The family never had much to get by on, but managed to live a relatively content life, despite the constant fear of living under Kaaos harsh rule. "One should be happy not to be on the streets", her mother often said. Annelie was restless in her teen years, feeling trapped in a meaningless life with no escape from boredom. She often got into fights and rebelled against authority.
A big turnaround in her life came when the city was attacked when she was 15. The city guard defended the city with courage, but still enemies managed to get inside the walls. The streets were filled with screams and terror, and Annelie could do nothing but hide. She'd never felt more helpless in her life. She was discovered by two of the attackers. Just as she thought her life was over, she was saved by a captain of the guard.
In the end, the enemies where defeated and driven out of the city. But it was not a happy victory. There were many casualties, among them Annelie's father, who'd been attacked, brutalized and killed in his shop.
Overcome by grief, Annelie struggled, until she by chance was confronted by the guard captain who'd saved her life. She was offered a place in the city guard, and she accepted. She settled well in the military life, and came to embrace it. It gave her life meaning, and furthermore, it offered her a chance to never be helpless again.
Other: She wears a memorial necklace from her father. It serves as a reminder of both him and as a motivator to always train and push herself harder. The incident with her father also made her even more bitter towards Kaaos rule, as the city had received no help what so ever in their time of need. Rumors even went around that the attack had been sanctioned by Kaaos.
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Gear: Armor, two hand sword, small knife and backpack containing basic survival items.
Skills: Skilled with large swords. Physically strong from years of hard training. Thrives in close combat battles.
Physical Description: Annelie is fairly tall and muscular. Long, light brown hair, usually braided or otherwise kept out of the way in a bun or ponytail. Bangs at the front, swept to the side. Whisky eyes with an almond shaped face. Thick eyebrows. Has a small gap between her front teeth.
Usually dressed in heavy armor, as her job as a city guard requires. Dons a comparably lighter armor while traveling or when not on active duty. When relaxed at home, she wears simple clothes, mostly because she can't afford anything more fancy.
Personality: Calm and collected, but not one to say no to a good time. Due to her chosen profession, she's disciplined and likes to have her life in order. She's content following rules. Dreamed of adventures and travels when she was younger, but life and hardships have made her settle for routine and order. Doesn't often question. Loyal and friendly, as long as no one's rude.
History: Born in a faceless city where nothing worth mentioning has ever happened. Her father worked as a tailor, while her mother was a miller. The family never had much to get by on, but managed to live a relatively content life, despite the constant fear of living under Kaaos harsh rule. "One should be happy not to be on the streets", her mother often said. Annelie was restless in her teen years, feeling trapped in a meaningless life with no escape from boredom. She often got into fights and rebelled against authority.
A big turnaround in her life came when the city was attacked when she was 15. The city guard defended the city with courage, but still enemies managed to get inside the walls. The streets were filled with screams and terror, and Annelie could do nothing but hide. She'd never felt more helpless in her life. She was discovered by two of the attackers. Just as she thought her life was over, she was saved by a captain of the guard.
In the end, the enemies where defeated and driven out of the city. But it was not a happy victory. There were many casualties, among them Annelie's father, who'd been attacked, brutalized and killed in his shop.
Overcome by grief, Annelie struggled, until she by chance was confronted by the guard captain who'd saved her life. She was offered a place in the city guard, and she accepted. She settled well in the military life, and came to embrace it. It gave her life meaning, and furthermore, it offered her a chance to never be helpless again.
Other: She wears a memorial necklace from her father. It serves as a reminder of both him and as a motivator to always train and push herself harder. The incident with her father also made her even more bitter towards Kaaos rule, as the city had received no help what so ever in their time of need. Rumors even went around that the attack had been sanctioned by Kaaos.
Name: Annelie Durant
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Gear: Armor, two hand sword, small knife and backpack containing basic survival items.
Skills: Skilled with large swords. Physically strong from years of hard training. Thrives in close combat battles.
Physical Description: Annelie is fairly tall and muscular. Long, light brown hair, usually braided or otherwise kept out of the way in a bun or ponytail. Bangs at the front, swept to the side. Whisky eyes with a almond shaped face. Thick eyebrows. Has a small gap between her front teeth.
Usually dressed in heavy armor, as her job as a city guard requires. Dons a comparably lighter armor while traveling or when not on active duty. When relaxed at home, she wears simple clothes, mostly because she can't afford anything more fancy.
Personality: Calm and collected, but not one to say no to a good time. Due to her chosen profession, she's disciplined and likes to have her life in order. She's content following rules. Dreamed of adventures and travels when she was younger, but life and hardships have made her settle for a life of routine and order. Doesn't often question. Loyal and friendly, as long as no one's rude.
History: Born in a faceless city where nothing worth mentioning has ever happened. Her father worked as a tailor, while her mother was a miller. The family never had much to get by on, but managed to live a relatively content life, despite the constant fear of living under Kaaos harsh rule. "One should be happy not to be on the streets", her mother often said. Annelie was restless in her teen years, feeling trapped in a meaningless life with no escape from boredom. She often got into fights and rebelled against authority.
A big turnaround in her life came when the city was attacked when she was 14. The city guard defended the city with courage, but still enemies managed to get inside the walls. The streets were filled with screams and terror, and Annelie could do nothing but hide. She'd never felt more helpless in her life. She was discovered by two of the attackers. Just as she thought her life was over, she was saved by a captain of the guard.
In the end, the enemies where defeated and driven out of the city. But it was not a happy victory. There were many casualties, among them Annelie's father, who'd been attacked, brutalized and killed in his shop.
Overcome by grief, Annelie struggled, until she by chance was confronted by the guard captain who'd saved her life. She was offered a place in the guard, and she accepted. She settled well in the military life, and came to embrace it. It gave her life meaning, and furthermore, it offered her a chance to never be helpless again.
Other: She wears a memorial necklace from her father. It serves as a reminder of both him and as a motivator to always train and push herself harder. The incident with her father also made her even more bitter towards Kaaos rule, as the city had received no help what so ever in their time of need. Rumors even went around that the attack had been sanctioned by Kaaos.
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Gear: Armor, two hand sword, small knife and backpack containing basic survival items.
Skills: Skilled with large swords. Physically strong from years of hard training. Thrives in close combat battles.
Physical Description: Annelie is fairly tall and muscular. Long, light brown hair, usually braided or otherwise kept out of the way in a bun or ponytail. Bangs at the front, swept to the side. Whisky eyes with a almond shaped face. Thick eyebrows. Has a small gap between her front teeth.
Usually dressed in heavy armor, as her job as a city guard requires. Dons a comparably lighter armor while traveling or when not on active duty. When relaxed at home, she wears simple clothes, mostly because she can't afford anything more fancy.
Personality: Calm and collected, but not one to say no to a good time. Due to her chosen profession, she's disciplined and likes to have her life in order. She's content following rules. Dreamed of adventures and travels when she was younger, but life and hardships have made her settle for a life of routine and order. Doesn't often question. Loyal and friendly, as long as no one's rude.
History: Born in a faceless city where nothing worth mentioning has ever happened. Her father worked as a tailor, while her mother was a miller. The family never had much to get by on, but managed to live a relatively content life, despite the constant fear of living under Kaaos harsh rule. "One should be happy not to be on the streets", her mother often said. Annelie was restless in her teen years, feeling trapped in a meaningless life with no escape from boredom. She often got into fights and rebelled against authority.
A big turnaround in her life came when the city was attacked when she was 14. The city guard defended the city with courage, but still enemies managed to get inside the walls. The streets were filled with screams and terror, and Annelie could do nothing but hide. She'd never felt more helpless in her life. She was discovered by two of the attackers. Just as she thought her life was over, she was saved by a captain of the guard.
In the end, the enemies where defeated and driven out of the city. But it was not a happy victory. There were many casualties, among them Annelie's father, who'd been attacked, brutalized and killed in his shop.
Overcome by grief, Annelie struggled, until she by chance was confronted by the guard captain who'd saved her life. She was offered a place in the guard, and she accepted. She settled well in the military life, and came to embrace it. It gave her life meaning, and furthermore, it offered her a chance to never be helpless again.
Other: She wears a memorial necklace from her father. It serves as a reminder of both him and as a motivator to always train and push herself harder. The incident with her father also made her even more bitter towards Kaaos rule, as the city had received no help what so ever in their time of need. Rumors even went around that the attack had been sanctioned by Kaaos.
Interested! I'll see if I can whip up a CS
Tristan was woken by the distant ringing of the bell, and immediately regretted it. "Oh, Atal have mercy..." he groaned into the pillow. He was never, ever drinking again. Sitting up, his dark auburn hair sticking out at all the wrong angles, he noticed that the sun was already well on its way up. That wasn't good! He'd miss the Governor-General's speech!
Standing up too quickly, Tristan had to lean against the wall for a moment, holding his aching head and taking a couple of deep breaths. Once the effects of his hangover had receded to bearable levels, he snatched up his shirt and pants, putting them on. Donning his armor, he winced as the breast plate chafed uncomfortably against the bruise left on his stomach from last night. Ignaescious really had gotten him good, and he scolded himself for letting it happen. Not that there was much to do about it now.
Lastly, he strapped his sword firmly to his hip, it's weight comforting and giving him a sense of security. He nodded to himself, ready to take on another day.
Heading down the stairs, he was greeted by the children of the family who also lived in the cabin. He had been offered a cabin of his own upon his arrival, but had politely declined. It would have been far too lonely for his tastes, and he'd much rather rent the top floor of this cabin, where the family really could do with some extra coin. The children informed him that their parents had already left for the Circle, but that they'd left some breakfast for him. So it was with his mouth full and a strip of dried meat in his hand that Tristan hurried down the street leading to the colony center, going as fast as his poor head would allow.
Tristan released a sigh of relief when he arrived at the circle. The Governor General had yet to begin. Tristan hadn't wanted to miss it, as he saw it as part of his duties as an envoy to attend public happenings, however small they may be. Though, coming late meant that all of the few spots of shadow available was already occupied, so Tristan had to settle with standing in the sun. Hopefully, the gathering would be over before the tropical heat really set in, or Tristan would be in need of a bath before dinner. Armor and direct sunlight didn't do well together for any extended amount of time.
Upon being released, Tristan doubled over, gripping his sore gut and coughing. "Ow,ow!" he groaned, slowly stretching back up, leaning against the wall, "That-..That was a bit uncalled for, wasn't it?" maybe this was a sign from above that it was time to stop drinking and head home, he mused.
Tristan then looked up, noticing Ignaescious on the floor. He tiled his head, brows furrowing, "You alright, there?" still gripping his stomach, he edged closer to the Elf, cautiously trying to get a look at his face. He didn't dare get too close, though, in case Ignaescious turned aggressive again, "I- uh, I think I'm going to call it a night, Iggy. But, you know, no hard feelings. For you attempting to kidnap me and punching me, I mean. Everyone's got a bad day now and then, I understand. Maybe we can get a fresh start some other day when you're in a better mood." he suggested, even though he had a slight suspicion this was the Elf's everyday mood, "So good night to you, my grumpy friend, and don't lay around on the floor too long, or you'll catch a cold!"
With those parting words, Tristan gave a wave to the rest of the hall, before sauntering out into the night. He almost tripped over the threshold, but only laughed drunkenly at his own clumsiness. Today had been interesting, indeed.
Momentarily stunned by the sudden movement, and reflexes dulled by the mead, Tristan did barely react until the elf had already dragged him a few steps. This encounter really had taken an unexpected turn.
"Hey!", he yelled, attempting to pry Ignaescious' fingers from his shirt and digging his heels into the floorboards, "Let me go! It's just confection; nothing to get - ngh! - angry about!"
Tristan had sensed something off about the elf when he'd made the offer to show him the butchers' - you didn't survive long in court if you couldn't detect a false smile, drunk or not - but hadn't at all expected that he'd do something as drastic as public abduction. As they got closer to the door, Tristan's struggles increased, but with the way the room was spinning it didn't do him much good. Damn alcohol and its appealing properties.
"Seriously, Iggy, let go!" He started to reach for the small knife he kept in his belt, but was hesitant to use it. Violence was a last resort, and Tristan didn't want to risk hurting anyone - even slightly deranged elfs - unless strictly necessary, and in his current state he lacked the coordination to be careful.
Tristan accepted the hand, shaking it maybe slightly more vigorously than what was necessary, "Wow, that really is a mouthful! Can I call you Iggy? I think I'll call you Iggy." he nodded to himself, decision made, "Oh, and you're an elf! That's wonderful! You'now, I met an elf once...or well, I've met several, but this one in particular was really nice and had these elvish confection that was really good. They were small, like this-" he held up his hand, indicating his the size with his thumb and forefinger, "-and really sweet! D'you know of them?"
A voice in the back of his head warned him that rambling like this was a clear sign that a nasty hangover was waiting for him in the morning, but as it was he ignored it. Who knew when he'd get to just relax and enjoy himself next? Life was fickle that way, after all.
For just a second, Tristan's expression turned blank. Then, as if it had never been, it was replaced with a pout, "What, right now? But the music and all the people are here!" he protested, leaning his hip against the table, "Leaving would be a terrible shame! I'll have to save that offer for some other time. Because - no offence - I fail to see what a butchers' got to offer that's better than, well, being here." unnecessarily, he gestured to the rest of the hall where quite a few still kept up the celebrations despite the late hour, then offered the same hand to the hooded stranger, "I'm Tristan Trivillan, by the way. Pleasure to meet you, sir...?"
While being encouraged by a few nearby villagers with cheers and whistles, Tristan downed what was left of his mead in one go. His head was spinning afterwards, and the world around him had gained a funny tilt.
Turning his head, he suddenly spotted a hooded figure sitting all by their self, away from the rest of the people in the hall.
Tristan frowned. That just wouldn't do!
With all the grace and agility of a three legged rhino, Tristan jumped down from the table. After being steadied by a helpful woman and thanking her, he made his way over to the hooded figure.
"Why, this is no time for sitting alone, my gloomy friend!" he stated, standing in front of the other, then offered his empty tankard, "Here! Drink, Drink! Or...no, wait, this's empty."
Tristan frowned down into the tankard, as if noticing this for the first time. He then burst out laughing, "No matter! How'bout this; you come with me over to the bar, and I'll buy you a drink!" Tristan gestured to the bar, smiling expectantly.
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