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Thrivenshell and the Baron - Western Survival Fantasy

Also not sure how skilled you want the art to be, but I hope mine is all right.

Let me know if you think my magical ability is too much, I tried to keep it fair but I can adjust it accordingly if needed.

Thrivenshell and the Baron - Western Survival Fantasy

Severt B. Forbes

Gender> Male.
Age> 41.
Appearance> Forbes stands at about 6'2" and 170 lb with a lean yet toned build that gives him a distinct frame. He has a tanned white skin tone and his facial features are chiseled but gritty and old; often found shadowed by the thick stubble that covers the side of his face, upper lip, chin and goes down part of his neck. Forbes eyes are of a piercing gunmetal blue, and his hair is dark brown, combed back and grown to medium length. He is often seen wearing a worn brimmed hat, dark in color and woven together with thin rope, and a long coat or some sort of poncho fitted over his rawhide vest and faded light blue cuffed shirt.

History> Forbes story starts off early in his childhood when his mother used to sing lullabies for him as she rocked him gently in the wooden cradle that always creaked with agony. His mother had no job and always stayed at home to tend to her motherly duties around the wealthy happy life that Forbes lived in as an only child. His father was a blacksmith, but was also rumored to once be a gunslinger before retiring. Forbes has never believed this, and thought his father to be far too strict and disciplinary to be one himself. Every so often Forbes will still yearn for his past, not because his present is dreadful, but of how he reminisces over the enjoyment he had. Often he would spend time out with two of his best friends: Elsworth and Aubrey. He grew up experiencing a good education in a small town infamously known for its public executions. Forbes was shielded most of the time in his youth from seeing these but did witness a few of those hangings in his lifetime before they were finally halted. To this day he still remembers them, not as a horror, but just a reminder of his origin.

It wasn't until his teenage years when Forbes' father hired him a mentor to improve his survival skills and wielding of firearms. It did not occur to him why he did this, but he went along with it learning a variety of tricks and skills along the way. Forbes trained hard and learned the art for years onward until suddenly something life changing happened. His mother was murdered by his father in cold blood. This was not out of anger, but his motivation relied on a test of his son Forbes. As the next gunslinger in his family he must vow to kill his father with a weapon of his choice not including a firearm. He took a stick with a pointed rock at the end to make a spear and attacked his father head on. With tears welling in his eyes he plunged the edge of his weapon through the chest of his father, killing him on the spot. At his death, Forbes' father told him to check his shed. Upon inspecting the area of his father's workspace he found two finely crafted and custom made revolvers to signify a test passed.

Since then Forbes has gone rogue and left behind what was left in his old town to travel the world and see what may be out there for him as the new gunslinger in his family. As the unforgiving apocalypse swept through the world, Forbes was no slowed down but jumped from place to place, hiding out in various areas on his journey into the unknown. He picked up on a trail of magic and spirituality which molded him into the person he is today.

Personality> Forbes could best be described in one word as an antihero. He lacks the moral ambiguity and idealism that is so praised by heroic culture. He does not display very much emotion unless he feels he needs to. Despite this, he has a developed (and quite dark) sense of humor that often comes off as dry. There is a certain bravery that Forbes obtains in order to maintain calm and collected within dangerous situations, and it's his gut driven will that has kept him independent throughout the world as it moved on. Generally he is laid back and friendly, but does not hesitate to take initiative.
Abilities and Skills> Expert marksman/gunslinger, agile & quick reactions, grit & calm thought process, and master navigation.

Weapons> Two double-action six shot revolvers, large hunting knife, enchanted relic (used to ward off spirits, demons and not succumb to temptation when activated).

Magic> Hypnotic Revolvers: Forbes does not harness any substantial magical ability, but what he obtains is mostly noted as a "skill". When spinning his revolvers around his fingers in a rapid manner, he may hypnotize the target in which watches him move the guns. This puts them in a deep trance (this way information can be extracted), or causes them to fall asleep.

Flaming Dust: When blowing or tossing any form of sand or dust, Forbes may choose to have these particles give off a bright, dull yellow glow which burns any victim that the dirt lands upon. In some cases the friction caused has been known to create small flames that can be used for torture methods.

Alignment> Chaotic neutral.
Family or Friends> Steven - Father (deceased).
Claire - Mother (deceased).
Elsworth - Friend (unknown).
Aubrey - Friend (unknown).

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Western Survival Fantasy - Thrivenshell and the Baron

One of my favorite genres and I've been waiting for an RP like this to come along.

Count me in.

Mikado Daigaku (Feudal & Dark Fantasy RP)

Yoshito had started unpacking his things and looking inside the package he had received prior from class. Just at that moment, a slip of paper escaped his pocket. He stopped, and then looked to the ground to see what he had dropped. It was a picture of Yoshito at the age of ten and the rest of his family. This had been given to him by his father as part of a birthday gift. Since then, he had just carried it around. It's become second nature at this point. It wasn't that it necessarily made him feel warm or any sense of nostalgia, but it made him think. He wondered what they were up to right now. Perhaps the usual. In the middle of picking up this photograph, Yoshito had noticed his new roommate Hanzõ slip out of the room. Strange. Silent as could be, he whisked himself out of the doorway without a word spoken. He was neither worried nor surprised, it's not like he would tell someone when he was leaving either. Something about this one made the atmosphere very eerie. Nonetheless, he got up and turned towards a window sill with a clear glass pane that displayed the outside like the frame of a picture. Although it looked like a scene chopped directly out a perfect art piece, it wasn't quite worth the effort right now. At the moment, all the young one wanted to do was lay down. Yoshito turned around and just as he was about to fall into the bed, a stranger approached from within the room. This stranger was a lady, young, with a pale complexion and heavy makeup, slightly taller than Yoshito, but much older in comparison. Or so it seemed. As he turned with a forlorn expression ready to ask who she was, a violent burst of an armed man came rushing through the doorway next, and before the boy knew it, he had a sword being held against his throat. It was clear a threat was to ensue within Yoshito's dorm room. This was a lot more of an inconvenience than anything else. What a drag this was. What could be worse than this? More guards of course. And then they started to enter. More of them.

Time felt like it was moving slowly, despite Yohsito's heart which was beating at a rapid pace. He dug his heel into the ground convulsively and waited without a word being said. It would be stupid to fight back at this point, given the situation anyway. For the time being he would be obedient, and keep his mouth shut.

“Poor boy, you do not know who you truly are do you?” said the new dorm invader. It was hard to tell what emotion this odd ball was feeling. This was a woman Yoshito had never seen before. Just as she said this, there was a silent command given to the same guard before Yoshito. It was there he thought for sure he dead, but to his surprise, the guard lowered his weapon and proceeded back against the wall in a surrounding formation with the rest of her goons. The woman seemed paranoid.

"Okihika Hanzõ, though, I am sure you knew at least that much already." Hanzõ was standing in front of her. The conversing was casual, and Yoshito's heart sunk, but he couldn't help but feel the need to snicker. It's as if he could've seen this one coming.

“We are being followed.” the lady stated, and almost instantly Yoshito's vision began to narrow. It was a smog clouding his brain and all he saw was the darkness. The boy had blacked out, and could not recall anything afterwards.
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The following day...

Yoshito slept with one eye open that night. His third eye. Not at one point did he wake up that night, but the young one did learn to be aware of his surroundings. If he didn't enjoy sleep this much, he wouldn't have got any of it at all. Hanzõ never did return that night. It was an image he couldn't erase from his head. They were standing together and speaking amongst themselves. It was blatantly obvious she had come searching for him. Why else did Hanzõ feel the need to explain himself?

"I am Okihika Hanzõ, the student of Pain. You'll do well to remember that Lady Kazumi, for I am sure that we'll meet again. After all, you can't resist me." it was all a puzzle waiting to be solved. Yoshito did not know why this happened, nor why Hanzõ was a target, or rather a choice; the best kind that strange lady could have picked. It stuck with him, but did not scare him in the slightest. This would be interesting like a plot unfolding. Telling somebody what he saw would most likely end up in disbelief, besides, Yoshito decided it was not yet the right time to do so. He continued trying to piece this together as he made his way to the river in the nearby forest of the academy. The headmaster notified everyone after class that we would be participating in a mission of sorts. Some kind of field trip he supposed. Yoshito didn't exactly have the ambition to assist the civilians within a bandit infested village, but that's what the mission called for. He had to learn the ropes at some place or another. The boy arrived through a dense shrubbery that opened up into a clearing through the complex branches and twigs above to where the headmaster had everyone rendezvous in a comfortable manner, seeing he was the third one to make an appearance. Not much attention was given to the two other females who also happened to be his classmates. It seemed one was interacting, but the other didn't care as much to bat an eye. In fact, she looked asleep.

"Hello, Headmaster." the greeting was solemn and to the point. Yoshito bowed respectfully to the headmaster before turning to the river in front of him. He looked upon his reflection in the water and scuffed his sandals against the soil beneath his feet. It was nice to think the bandits in the village nearby could be made short work of, but at the moment, he wasn't so sure. Be confident, yet cautious. Yoshito was sure the group would be able to pull it off.

Resistance in Nazi-Occupied Britain

I'm interested if you don't mind a sixth player.