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We already have two combat specialists... What happened to being inconspicuous and underestimated?
He's decided to drop this RP, so I'll hopefully be posting later today.
Ok. Good to know.
We seem to be getting by fine without the old ranking system, but I've heard that LeeRoy once came up with a better ranking system than what was used in the arena before. You might try talking to him about it before trying to just re-implement the old system.
We seem to be getting by fine without the old ranking system, but I've heard that LeeRoy once came up with a better ranking system than what was used in the arena before. You might try talking to him about it before trying to just re-implement the old system.
@Teo: No, it was someone else I was originally waiting for.
@Dynamo: Are you still going to participate in the challengers match? If so, it's your turn to post. Otherwise, your character looks good and I'll probably get the first post up later today.
@Dynamo: Are you still going to participate in the challengers match? If so, it's your turn to post. Otherwise, your character looks good and I'll probably get the first post up later today.
Looks like my original opponent is a no show, so I'm opening this up to applications. If you're interested, post a CS below.
If we can request a match without being on a top five list, I'd like to have a go at you. Anyone who thinks as highly of himself as you obviously do is either going to be a great match or no match at all. ;)
She smiled as she read the letter, no doubt due to some hidden meaning the others would be unable to discern, then passed the parchment on to the nearest of the five, which just happened to be Solomon in his chair. "There are rooms and beds upstairs. Try not to fight too much over who gets which ones." She moved to the bar and poured herself a drink, then took a seat at Solomon's table, waiting until he finished reading to speak. "Tell me, why do you feel it necessary to carry so many weapons? Would it not help to remain inconspicuous, rather than drawing the attention of every guard that lays his eyes on you?" She fingered the lip of her mug as she spoke, then eyed him curiously as she waited for his reply.
This was a bad idea. She'd told Hawk as much when he'd proposed it to her, but he'd gone ahead and done it anyway. If they'd all had military training and were used to following orders, then it might be something that could work, but as it was only one of the team he'd picked had a distinctly military background, and that just made it worse. If they'd all been loners and miscreants, it would have been easier to make them understand each other and work together, but with just one military influence, one man used to rigid structure and the giving and receiving of orders... It was like trying to make a bowstring with a length of metal rod wrapped in sinew.
Cora stared at each arrival in turn through the small one-way mirror set behind the bar, hidden from sight and listening intently to their exchanges. She was pretty sure the "cleaner", as he'd dubbed himself, was plotting out how to make each of the others disappear if this all went south, and given the amount of weaponry he carried she was amazed he could even get out of his chair, much less walk around. He was probably trying to compensate for... other shortcomings. The only other time she'd seen a man who thought he needed that many weapons he'd been utterly useless in a fight, spending more time trying to figure out which weapon to use than he did using them. To each his own though. She was certain he was a master at one thing at least, or Hawk would not have bothered.
She smiled at the antics of the other woman, or girl, rather. She was everything that had been wrung out of Cora herself when she was still a child, full of joy and gleeful energy and comedic wit. All three were things that Cora had been unable to indulge in when she'd been growing up, so busy had she been stopping her father's plots. It was refreshing to see, though she suspected it also hid some deeper pain.
The soldier was even easier to read than the first two, and his disdain for the cleaner was evident from the start. He was a man who was used to giving orders, and having them followed without question. He also wore his sword with the air of a man who knew how to use it, unlike the cleaner he already seemed to hate and who reminded Cora of a rodent trying to puff itself up and look as threatening as possible. No, the soldier moved with the air of a predator, a man poised to strike at a moment's notice. Perhaps even a man who lusted after violence, though such a man would be dangerous to have in a group like this. She prayed it was not the case.
The dark-skinned giant of a man that strode in and introduced himself as Vestiago was fairly easy to figure out, though she didn't expect his deft strokes with the knife once he retrieved the onion, especially for a man with such large fingers. Such dexterity was almost unheard of in a man his size, and she respected the effort it must have taken for him to reach such proficiency. The loud crash as the table was smashed to the floor a moment later startled her out of her musings, but did not throw her off for long. In hindsight, she realized she should have expected such a display. a man like him would be used to using his strength, and likely wouldn't take kindly to others questioning his capabilities with it. In the world he no doubt frequented, displays of power would be far more effective than words about it.
The scholar was the only one of the group that seemed to be exactly what her first impression told her he was, with little that was hidden beneath the surface. He was a man of thoughts and words, and no doubt believed that reason and logic could solve every problem in the world. Not to say he would be wrong, but sometimes there were more efficient ways to overcome a difficulty. A clever mind could get you a long way, but you needed a capable body to cover the remaining distance. All in all, the team would have been perfect, apart from the fact that they already disliked each other and only one of them was familiar with the concept of orders.
Picking up the tray on the shelf next to her, she made her way out of the hidden room and entered the tavern proper through the service door to one side of the bar, setting the tray down and unloading the pitchers of wine it carried, then looking up to notice the others in the room. "Oh, good. You've arrived." She said, as though she hadn't been watching and listening the entire time, then smiled at the five and offered a deft curtsy. "I'm Cora. Welcome to The Hawk's Nest." Her eyes went to the note pinned to the collapsed table, and she moved to grip the handle of the dagger and pull it free. The note came with it. "Hawk won't be happy that you broke his table." She said as she plucked the note off the tip of the knife and made her way over to the fire. "Since you have all been explaining what it is you do, I should probably tell you that I am the brains." She looked pointedly at Ilario in order to quell any arguments. "Not with regards to technical aptitude, so your position is safe, but it is I who will be the final say in the field, when the instructions of Hawk himself fall short." She bent down and held the parchment close to the fire, though not so close that it would combust, clearly waiting for something as she fell silent.
Cora stared at each arrival in turn through the small one-way mirror set behind the bar, hidden from sight and listening intently to their exchanges. She was pretty sure the "cleaner", as he'd dubbed himself, was plotting out how to make each of the others disappear if this all went south, and given the amount of weaponry he carried she was amazed he could even get out of his chair, much less walk around. He was probably trying to compensate for... other shortcomings. The only other time she'd seen a man who thought he needed that many weapons he'd been utterly useless in a fight, spending more time trying to figure out which weapon to use than he did using them. To each his own though. She was certain he was a master at one thing at least, or Hawk would not have bothered.
She smiled at the antics of the other woman, or girl, rather. She was everything that had been wrung out of Cora herself when she was still a child, full of joy and gleeful energy and comedic wit. All three were things that Cora had been unable to indulge in when she'd been growing up, so busy had she been stopping her father's plots. It was refreshing to see, though she suspected it also hid some deeper pain.
The soldier was even easier to read than the first two, and his disdain for the cleaner was evident from the start. He was a man who was used to giving orders, and having them followed without question. He also wore his sword with the air of a man who knew how to use it, unlike the cleaner he already seemed to hate and who reminded Cora of a rodent trying to puff itself up and look as threatening as possible. No, the soldier moved with the air of a predator, a man poised to strike at a moment's notice. Perhaps even a man who lusted after violence, though such a man would be dangerous to have in a group like this. She prayed it was not the case.
The dark-skinned giant of a man that strode in and introduced himself as Vestiago was fairly easy to figure out, though she didn't expect his deft strokes with the knife once he retrieved the onion, especially for a man with such large fingers. Such dexterity was almost unheard of in a man his size, and she respected the effort it must have taken for him to reach such proficiency. The loud crash as the table was smashed to the floor a moment later startled her out of her musings, but did not throw her off for long. In hindsight, she realized she should have expected such a display. a man like him would be used to using his strength, and likely wouldn't take kindly to others questioning his capabilities with it. In the world he no doubt frequented, displays of power would be far more effective than words about it.
The scholar was the only one of the group that seemed to be exactly what her first impression told her he was, with little that was hidden beneath the surface. He was a man of thoughts and words, and no doubt believed that reason and logic could solve every problem in the world. Not to say he would be wrong, but sometimes there were more efficient ways to overcome a difficulty. A clever mind could get you a long way, but you needed a capable body to cover the remaining distance. All in all, the team would have been perfect, apart from the fact that they already disliked each other and only one of them was familiar with the concept of orders.
Picking up the tray on the shelf next to her, she made her way out of the hidden room and entered the tavern proper through the service door to one side of the bar, setting the tray down and unloading the pitchers of wine it carried, then looking up to notice the others in the room. "Oh, good. You've arrived." She said, as though she hadn't been watching and listening the entire time, then smiled at the five and offered a deft curtsy. "I'm Cora. Welcome to The Hawk's Nest." Her eyes went to the note pinned to the collapsed table, and she moved to grip the handle of the dagger and pull it free. The note came with it. "Hawk won't be happy that you broke his table." She said as she plucked the note off the tip of the knife and made her way over to the fire. "Since you have all been explaining what it is you do, I should probably tell you that I am the brains." She looked pointedly at Ilario in order to quell any arguments. "Not with regards to technical aptitude, so your position is safe, but it is I who will be the final say in the field, when the instructions of Hawk himself fall short." She bent down and held the parchment close to the fire, though not so close that it would combust, clearly waiting for something as she fell silent.
Hey guys. I'll be the mysterious sixth player that's been kept so hush hush until now. How's everybody doing? Oh, and here's my CS.
Name: Cora Sylvara
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Backstory:
Born in the very heart of the Veronian capital and its political and economic climate, Cora was raised on stories of her father's maneuvering and scheming, passed down from the household servants with whom she spent a great deal of her time. Her father was not a patriotic man, seeking only to increase his own wealth and power, and she learned early that the servants were the best place to find information, and her voracious appetite for knowledge left her always wanting more, never satisfied with what little she could learn from second and third-hand reports. It wasn't long before she took to the streets and social parties herself, playing the part of witless eye-candy as often as orphaned thief or cunning scholar. Her mind was always her greatest weapon, not only keeping up with the machinations of her father and his compatriots but even outmaneuvering them to counter their plots before reaching the age of fifteen.
It was then that Hawk took notice of this new schemer that had seemingly entered the playing field overnight, countering schemes that he hadn't even been aware of until their failure. It took him several months, but he eventually tracked these counter-schemes to their source and was surprised to discover that it was a fifteen year old girl countering the plotting of her father, rather than the elderly, wizened spymaster he expected. In hindsight, he realized he should have seen it coming. While the counter-plots were indeed well thought out and intricately simple, they had the feel of inexperience, and had only ever been initiated against a very select group of targets, that being Regis Sylvara and his associates.
It wasn't until she began training with Hawk that her skills truly blossomed, quickly mastering every challenge Hawk put before her as she grew in both ability and intelligence. She had been training under Hawk for seven years before he revealed his next master scheme, that being the formation of a team of "specialists" for the purpose of countering greater influences than his disconnected network of contacts could on their own. She was hesitant to accept the idea, seeing it as a waste of resources when they had been getting by just fine without it so far, but agreed to participate as a favor to her mentor.
Skills/role in the group: Spymaster Apprentice
Miscellaneous:
While her potent mind makes her extremely versatile, it also has the tendency to make her arrogant and proud, though that pride is usually well-deserved. She can be kind and gentle as easily as cunning and vicious, owing to her intellect and logic often winning out over her emotions and giving her the ability to selectively feel what is required for the situation at hand. This often makes her seem cold and aloof when no other guise is required, a side effect of almost always being more intelligent than those around her.
In combat, she favors the use of daggers for their ability to be concealed, though has also been trained in the use of most other weapons of the time, from swords and axes to bows and darts. While her skill with these weapons is potent, it is only in the use of her daggers and the bow that she can match the skill of other masters, as those are her favored weapons and used most often, while her other skills have only been trained to an adept level.
Name: Cora Sylvara
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Backstory:
Born in the very heart of the Veronian capital and its political and economic climate, Cora was raised on stories of her father's maneuvering and scheming, passed down from the household servants with whom she spent a great deal of her time. Her father was not a patriotic man, seeking only to increase his own wealth and power, and she learned early that the servants were the best place to find information, and her voracious appetite for knowledge left her always wanting more, never satisfied with what little she could learn from second and third-hand reports. It wasn't long before she took to the streets and social parties herself, playing the part of witless eye-candy as often as orphaned thief or cunning scholar. Her mind was always her greatest weapon, not only keeping up with the machinations of her father and his compatriots but even outmaneuvering them to counter their plots before reaching the age of fifteen.
It was then that Hawk took notice of this new schemer that had seemingly entered the playing field overnight, countering schemes that he hadn't even been aware of until their failure. It took him several months, but he eventually tracked these counter-schemes to their source and was surprised to discover that it was a fifteen year old girl countering the plotting of her father, rather than the elderly, wizened spymaster he expected. In hindsight, he realized he should have seen it coming. While the counter-plots were indeed well thought out and intricately simple, they had the feel of inexperience, and had only ever been initiated against a very select group of targets, that being Regis Sylvara and his associates.
It wasn't until she began training with Hawk that her skills truly blossomed, quickly mastering every challenge Hawk put before her as she grew in both ability and intelligence. She had been training under Hawk for seven years before he revealed his next master scheme, that being the formation of a team of "specialists" for the purpose of countering greater influences than his disconnected network of contacts could on their own. She was hesitant to accept the idea, seeing it as a waste of resources when they had been getting by just fine without it so far, but agreed to participate as a favor to her mentor.
Skills/role in the group: Spymaster Apprentice
Miscellaneous:
While her potent mind makes her extremely versatile, it also has the tendency to make her arrogant and proud, though that pride is usually well-deserved. She can be kind and gentle as easily as cunning and vicious, owing to her intellect and logic often winning out over her emotions and giving her the ability to selectively feel what is required for the situation at hand. This often makes her seem cold and aloof when no other guise is required, a side effect of almost always being more intelligent than those around her.
In combat, she favors the use of daggers for their ability to be concealed, though has also been trained in the use of most other weapons of the time, from swords and axes to bows and darts. While her skill with these weapons is potent, it is only in the use of her daggers and the bow that she can match the skill of other masters, as those are her favored weapons and used most often, while her other skills have only been trained to an adept level.
We may have run into a problem. Teo is supposed to post next, but I still haven't had a chance to respond to his grenade attack (and neither has Drall).
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