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Yeah, I'd be willing to get us over the first hump, then once you have all your ideas in line, you can take over the reins.
It seems pretty basic, and I went out and got the movie today, probably going scan through the wiki as well. If booksmusicanime doesn't want to GM, or would rather just be a player, I'd be pretty confident in my ability to GM. It doesn't seem like it'd be that hard to grasp as long as it's just based off the film.
I'd give GMing a shot if I knew anything about the setting in which How to Train Your Dragon takes place, but sadly I don't. I'll be glad to follow anyone that takes up the GM mantle though. I really wanna try out this roleplay.
Name: Gideon Alabaster
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Gideon stands roughly 5'9'', with shaggy dark brown hair that reaches nearly past his bright green eyes. Gideon's stature is considered short, but it's obvious from his frame that Gideon is strong man, with an athletic build. Gideon's body also bears many scars and deep wounds from his many years serving in the Royal Guard of the Golden Empire. Despite the many scares, Gideon's face remains unblemished, leaving the boyish face looking youthful and approachable.
Clothing: Gideon's clothing calls back to his history as a royal guard, still proud to wear his uniform. A white tunic, adorned with a gold trim, along with white pants that also bear the gold trim of the Royal guard. While considered somewhat bland by other countries standards, it's enough for Gideon. Gideon wears his own cloak, a moss green with many mud stains and rips in the hem, leaving the cloak looking more like a long, tattered piece of cloth than a cloak. Black boots join the cloak in it's tattered look, adorned with the same mud stains, and missing pieces of leather.
As of armor, Gideon wears a golden colored curiass, dulled in it's color from it's years of use, and periods of missed maintenance. Places where gems once were set into the curiass are gone, sold by Gideon to pay for his long journey. Gideon also sports other parts of clearly hand made armor, including hardened leather bracers and knee pads. Gideon's armor, along with his clothing, is the very sign that this is a estranged warrior, from a fallen empire.
Weapons: Gideon is proficient with many weapons, being trained in a large amount of weaponry throughout his upbringing in order to prepare him for his duty as the eldest son of the Alabaster family. Gideon typically disdained swords, and opted for any type of pole arm ranging from a normal Bill, to the exotic Glaive. Once the Golden Empire fell, however, Gideon sold his once extensive armory of weaponry in order to help fund his travels. Gideon now wields a common ironwood stave, an item Gideon made himself on his journeys. Due to his extensive use with pole arms, Gideon wields the stave as if it was another limb to his hardened body. Despite his awe-inspiring skill with the stave, Gideon mainly uses the stave as a walking stick.
Personality: Gideon is unlike many his age, having seen the horrors of war at a young age, and seeing how civil unrest can tear a mighty country in two. Gideon is extremely mature, and acts with the wisdom found in only those of elder age. Gideon acts as more of a traveling shaman, than a once great warrior. Once a young firebrand, adept at leading men into battle, and slaughtering his enemies with no remorse, Gideon is now a man of peace and learning, preferring to leave his past behind him in order to become a new man.
History: Gideon was raised in a higher class family, along with his brother Aldric. As the eldest son, Gideon was groomed for command and to make war in the name of the Golden Empire, inducted into officer school at the age of 15. While younger, Gideon did not get to know his brother, nor did he become particularly close to him. It was only once Gideon graduated officer school, and was inducted into the Royal Guard, that he became close to his brother, whom was making his own path in life. In only a short amount of time, Gideon became the leader of the Royal Guard. Gideon, however, didn't have time to enjoy his appointment, with revolution in the Golden Empire erupting shortly after his promotion. A long and bloody revolution began, when Gideon was simply 24 years old. During the revolution, Gideon saw the worst people could become, and worst crimes committed. Isolated in a gilded castle, Gideon did not fight in many of the battles against the rebels. It was only after the suspected death of his brother, whom was now a member of the Royal Guard, the advancement of rebel forces on the capital, did Gideon see combat. Earning the moniker 'The Beast of Arcadia', Gideon fought tooth and nail through a nearly 6 month siege of the capital, eventually ending with the storming of the royal palace. Gideon was captured by rebel forces during the battle, and after the rebel victory, was to be hanged, drawn and quartered, along with the rest of the captured Royal Guards and Royal family. Gideon was resigned to his death, accepting his defeat, but fate had other plans for the warrior. Gideon was saved when lightning struck the wooden cage he was being held in, along with the rest of the prisoners, bringing the cage down. Gideon quickly made his escape, and made the decision to leave the Golden Empire, and to find new purpose in his life.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Gideon stands roughly 5'9'', with shaggy dark brown hair that reaches nearly past his bright green eyes. Gideon's stature is considered short, but it's obvious from his frame that Gideon is strong man, with an athletic build. Gideon's body also bears many scars and deep wounds from his many years serving in the Royal Guard of the Golden Empire. Despite the many scares, Gideon's face remains unblemished, leaving the boyish face looking youthful and approachable.
Clothing: Gideon's clothing calls back to his history as a royal guard, still proud to wear his uniform. A white tunic, adorned with a gold trim, along with white pants that also bear the gold trim of the Royal guard. While considered somewhat bland by other countries standards, it's enough for Gideon. Gideon wears his own cloak, a moss green with many mud stains and rips in the hem, leaving the cloak looking more like a long, tattered piece of cloth than a cloak. Black boots join the cloak in it's tattered look, adorned with the same mud stains, and missing pieces of leather.
As of armor, Gideon wears a golden colored curiass, dulled in it's color from it's years of use, and periods of missed maintenance. Places where gems once were set into the curiass are gone, sold by Gideon to pay for his long journey. Gideon also sports other parts of clearly hand made armor, including hardened leather bracers and knee pads. Gideon's armor, along with his clothing, is the very sign that this is a estranged warrior, from a fallen empire.
Weapons: Gideon is proficient with many weapons, being trained in a large amount of weaponry throughout his upbringing in order to prepare him for his duty as the eldest son of the Alabaster family. Gideon typically disdained swords, and opted for any type of pole arm ranging from a normal Bill, to the exotic Glaive. Once the Golden Empire fell, however, Gideon sold his once extensive armory of weaponry in order to help fund his travels. Gideon now wields a common ironwood stave, an item Gideon made himself on his journeys. Due to his extensive use with pole arms, Gideon wields the stave as if it was another limb to his hardened body. Despite his awe-inspiring skill with the stave, Gideon mainly uses the stave as a walking stick.
Personality: Gideon is unlike many his age, having seen the horrors of war at a young age, and seeing how civil unrest can tear a mighty country in two. Gideon is extremely mature, and acts with the wisdom found in only those of elder age. Gideon acts as more of a traveling shaman, than a once great warrior. Once a young firebrand, adept at leading men into battle, and slaughtering his enemies with no remorse, Gideon is now a man of peace and learning, preferring to leave his past behind him in order to become a new man.
History: Gideon was raised in a higher class family, along with his brother Aldric. As the eldest son, Gideon was groomed for command and to make war in the name of the Golden Empire, inducted into officer school at the age of 15. While younger, Gideon did not get to know his brother, nor did he become particularly close to him. It was only once Gideon graduated officer school, and was inducted into the Royal Guard, that he became close to his brother, whom was making his own path in life. In only a short amount of time, Gideon became the leader of the Royal Guard. Gideon, however, didn't have time to enjoy his appointment, with revolution in the Golden Empire erupting shortly after his promotion. A long and bloody revolution began, when Gideon was simply 24 years old. During the revolution, Gideon saw the worst people could become, and worst crimes committed. Isolated in a gilded castle, Gideon did not fight in many of the battles against the rebels. It was only after the suspected death of his brother, whom was now a member of the Royal Guard, the advancement of rebel forces on the capital, did Gideon see combat. Earning the moniker 'The Beast of Arcadia', Gideon fought tooth and nail through a nearly 6 month siege of the capital, eventually ending with the storming of the royal palace. Gideon was captured by rebel forces during the battle, and after the rebel victory, was to be hanged, drawn and quartered, along with the rest of the captured Royal Guards and Royal family. Gideon was resigned to his death, accepting his defeat, but fate had other plans for the warrior. Gideon was saved when lightning struck the wooden cage he was being held in, along with the rest of the prisoners, bringing the cage down. Gideon quickly made his escape, and made the decision to leave the Golden Empire, and to find new purpose in his life.
Deep in the southern sea, where the winds grew dormant, laid the forgotten land of Pomria. A tear drop shaped isle, massive in size but home to a relatively small country named for the land it was the sole inhabitant of. The land was unremarkable, with it's broad northern end composed of marshy lowlands stretching between a series of natural harbors. Most of Pomria's cities laid along the coast, with the heavily forested southern half of the continent left mostly untouched. The rest of the world, for the most part, ignored Pomria. It stood as the only stop in a mostly untraveled swath of sea, picking up commerce and trade in small bouts whenever the trade routes crossing it came into popularity. Only a handful of explorers and scouts ever came to the land, most were turned away by the melancholy of its fog covered fields and largely empty forests. Whenever they came, they always left empty handed: Nothing to report but the continued growth of a nation few people had ever heard of. One such expedition was not as fortunately uneventful as the others. From the deck of a ship, the party witnessed a cataclysm along a sparsely populated length of shore in northwestern Pomria.
A brilliant light burned away the fields and forests all at once, leaving nothing but cinders and smoke as the light died with the land. The clouds were singed out of the sky, leaving nothing but a pure field of blue and a monolith of eddying, swirling gray that denied the sun. As the acrid plume of burned life drifted up towards the heavens and dissipated it left behind a slender, bleached-bone white pillar that stretched into the sky, with no end in sight. From its base sprang a dense, fog blanketed jungle which crept across the ashen waste surrounding the column. By the time the scouts that had first laid eyes upon the spectacle from the sea ventured upriver to the site, the barrier jungle had grown beyond the bounds of the initial devastation, turning aside the terrain to replace the world with labyrinthine wilderness. Over the next few days, cities and towns vacated to flee the growing forest, and it was only when the growth had consumed what could have passed for a small country that it began to slow. The afflicted land of Pomria, considered by many barely more than an overgrown island, became a legend in the brief time it took word to travel overseas. Few believed the ridiculous tale of the blighted country, of the tower, but soon the first intrepid expeditions sent had come home to tell that the rumors were true. They brought with them samples of the bizarre flora and fauna that thrived within the new world. Academics, collectors, and merchants all turned their heads to the mysteries being pulled from the jungle, and the governments came hot on their heels as the empires of the world vied for the authority to research and exploit the gargantuan black market for artifacts of what came to be known as Bauchan Forest. Then followed the tales of vile abominations lurking within the forest, an expedition which disappeared without a trace inside the wilderness, and the attacks on villages in the area. The wildlife that seemed to spawn around the tower became known for its aggressiveness, but what worried foreigner and Pomrian alike were the creatures no one knew about. Many vague but similar accounts of monsters that hunted any who dared enter the woods made their way around. Pomria reacted first, forming the Containment Corps of Pomria, allegedly under the supervision and training of several foreign powers, a military agency devoted to combating the spread of the forest and protecting the surrounding lands from whatever terrors laid within, with what little power sword and spear gave against a forest. No story was enough to keep the curious away, however. People succumbed to the allure of the unknown, and possibility.
The hired hands of collectors, the scientists, the traders, the soldiers, the explorers, the vagrants and the desperate flocked to Pomria. They sought everything. Knowledge, power, wealth and more were all rumored to be laying in wait for anyone with the luck and the talent to snatch it up. Anything was possibly out there in the jungle because no one yet knew anything about it. Pomria had dispatched what military the secluded nation had in an effort to contain the spread of the bizarre woodland, never to explore it. One point, occupying a natural harbor and sitting along the only river running into the forest, became a rendezvous for the people coming to see the tower. As the only permanent settlement among the garrisons ringing the forest, it was referred to mainly as the perimeter city. Part military outpost used by the Containment Corps, part resting place used by explorers and travelers, and part market for those supplying the expeditions and selling off the materials and knowledge extracted from the jungle, Perimeter City became the gateway to Bauchan Forest. Everyone had their own use for the forest, some differing dream they chased, but common among any faction at Perimeter was the desire to reach the tower first. The massive structure that dominated the horizon, the indicator of the forest's epicenter. No one had gotten close enough to even identify the material it was made of, much less its actual size, and as with the forest itself rumors of its purpose ran wild. The token of a god, a free wish, treasures to make a king blush, perhaps nothing at all, there were as many explanations as people making way for Pomria to be among the first to face the jungle.
This is sort of an oddball mix-match of ideas that I felt would make for some fun RP scenarios.
A brilliant light burned away the fields and forests all at once, leaving nothing but cinders and smoke as the light died with the land. The clouds were singed out of the sky, leaving nothing but a pure field of blue and a monolith of eddying, swirling gray that denied the sun. As the acrid plume of burned life drifted up towards the heavens and dissipated it left behind a slender, bleached-bone white pillar that stretched into the sky, with no end in sight. From its base sprang a dense, fog blanketed jungle which crept across the ashen waste surrounding the column. By the time the scouts that had first laid eyes upon the spectacle from the sea ventured upriver to the site, the barrier jungle had grown beyond the bounds of the initial devastation, turning aside the terrain to replace the world with labyrinthine wilderness. Over the next few days, cities and towns vacated to flee the growing forest, and it was only when the growth had consumed what could have passed for a small country that it began to slow. The afflicted land of Pomria, considered by many barely more than an overgrown island, became a legend in the brief time it took word to travel overseas. Few believed the ridiculous tale of the blighted country, of the tower, but soon the first intrepid expeditions sent had come home to tell that the rumors were true. They brought with them samples of the bizarre flora and fauna that thrived within the new world. Academics, collectors, and merchants all turned their heads to the mysteries being pulled from the jungle, and the governments came hot on their heels as the empires of the world vied for the authority to research and exploit the gargantuan black market for artifacts of what came to be known as Bauchan Forest. Then followed the tales of vile abominations lurking within the forest, an expedition which disappeared without a trace inside the wilderness, and the attacks on villages in the area. The wildlife that seemed to spawn around the tower became known for its aggressiveness, but what worried foreigner and Pomrian alike were the creatures no one knew about. Many vague but similar accounts of monsters that hunted any who dared enter the woods made their way around. Pomria reacted first, forming the Containment Corps of Pomria, allegedly under the supervision and training of several foreign powers, a military agency devoted to combating the spread of the forest and protecting the surrounding lands from whatever terrors laid within, with what little power sword and spear gave against a forest. No story was enough to keep the curious away, however. People succumbed to the allure of the unknown, and possibility.
The hired hands of collectors, the scientists, the traders, the soldiers, the explorers, the vagrants and the desperate flocked to Pomria. They sought everything. Knowledge, power, wealth and more were all rumored to be laying in wait for anyone with the luck and the talent to snatch it up. Anything was possibly out there in the jungle because no one yet knew anything about it. Pomria had dispatched what military the secluded nation had in an effort to contain the spread of the bizarre woodland, never to explore it. One point, occupying a natural harbor and sitting along the only river running into the forest, became a rendezvous for the people coming to see the tower. As the only permanent settlement among the garrisons ringing the forest, it was referred to mainly as the perimeter city. Part military outpost used by the Containment Corps, part resting place used by explorers and travelers, and part market for those supplying the expeditions and selling off the materials and knowledge extracted from the jungle, Perimeter City became the gateway to Bauchan Forest. Everyone had their own use for the forest, some differing dream they chased, but common among any faction at Perimeter was the desire to reach the tower first. The massive structure that dominated the horizon, the indicator of the forest's epicenter. No one had gotten close enough to even identify the material it was made of, much less its actual size, and as with the forest itself rumors of its purpose ran wild. The token of a god, a free wish, treasures to make a king blush, perhaps nothing at all, there were as many explanations as people making way for Pomria to be among the first to face the jungle.
This is sort of an oddball mix-match of ideas that I felt would make for some fun RP scenarios.
Yeah, think we'll start soon?
Alrighty
When do you plan on posting the intro post, Kitty?
Awesome!
Yeah, just checked that. Changed him to a basic brown
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