Sisyphus

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

Unfortunately, I'll probably have to back out of this - just a bit too much going on at the moment.

Happy eviling, anyway!

The Mystery of Castle Larendale

Gregor Fetch

--BASICS--
Name(s): Gregor Fetch, Uron Redclaw
Race: Half-orc
Age: 20
Class: Bloodrager
Religion or Worshiped Deity: Trying very hard to reconcile his belief in Orcish ancestor worship with his belief in Pelor, God of the Sun.
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 240 lbs
--SKILLS & EQUIPMENT--
Equipment: Boiled leather armor, a cloak, a purse full of stolen money and an orc-forged greatsword.
Skills: Trained with simple weapons, skilled at tracking and hunting, and well-versed in the shamanic traditions of his father's people. Also has a surprisingly large knowledge base in human culture, thanks to his mother's teachings, though human history is something he's weak on.
Class or Racial Features: Bloodraging - can enter a berserk fury and tap into the powers of his ancestors, growing in speed and strength as well as manifesting long claws on his hands. He also gains a significantly more 'demonic' visage while he does this, with darkened skin and red-glowing eyes. He can't sustain the bloodrage more than about ten minutes at the moment, but he's working on it.
Languages: Common, Orcish
--BIOGRAPHY--
Ideals: Gregor doesn't really know what he believes; on one hand, his father's people taught him to fight, to survive, to take what he wanted and to honor the clan and the ancestors. His mother, however, taught him about kindness, compassion, and personal freedom, that nobody should be able to tell any other person what to do. On top of that, he's also got a demon inside him whispering kill, kill in his ear at all hours of the day. So to sum up, he's a bit conflicted.

Bonds: To his Uncle Thrak, who taught him the ways of warfare and the clan, and of course to his mother Annette Fetch, who is dearer to him than any in the world. He's not sure if either of them are still alive.

Personality traits: Gregor is quiet and reserved. His massive size and silent demeanor might lead a person to consider him simple-minded, but this is far from the case; though he is ignorant about much of the world, he's actually a deeply introspective and thoughtful person. He's slow to warm up to new people, but what friends he has he absolutely cherishes. Of course, on the battlefield he looks like a completely different person, all snarling and howling and gutting people with his hands, but that's not really him. He hopes.

Flaws: Gregor is often violent, loud, and foul-tempered, if only because that's the culture he was raised in. His social skills are nonexistent, and he's also quite ignorant of many facts of society and how to exist in it; table manners are an example of these deficiencies, but far from the only one. Finally, he's also deeply unsure of himself, and will often stop and consider multiple perspectives on an action at a time when he really, really shouldn't.

Background: Far to the east, there is a land of eternal grass - a great plain of rolling hills that stretches on seemingly forever. The humans of this land live in great walled city-states, bastions of science, culture and political liberalism. They are not the power in their land, however; that would be the great orc hordes that roam in great clans, preying on the weak and eternally warring amidst their neighbors.

The greatest of these clans was named Urtan Kag - the Beasts of Smoke and Flame. The Urtan Kag have been lead since time immemorial by the Redclaw, a male chieftain of immense skill and power. Tradition holds that long ago, the clan chieftain had performed a forbidden ritual taught to him by a favorite human prisoner, summoning forth a mighty princess of the abyss. The chieftain laid with the Hell-Princess for five days and five nights, and when it was done he returned to the clan with a baby orc, a warrior that would be heir to strange and terrible powers. That child was the first Redclaw, a title that has passed along with the powers in an unbroken line from father to son ever since.

The last Redclaw was a mighty and capable warrior, leading the clan in countless victories and expanding their territory greater than ever before. His vision was vast, his power great, and his followers loyal - however, he was not without weakness. One day, as he surveyed the spoils from the sacking of one of the human cities, a single slave caught his eye - a human woman, pale-skinned and dark haired, with eyes bluer than the deepest sea. Annette Fetch.

So taken was the Redclaw with her beauty, he immediately took her for his wife; a practice not uncommon amongst the tribe, but unheard of in its chieftain. He kept her in a massive wrought-iron cage in his warpalace, both so that she could not escape and so that his other wives could not harm her. It was furnished comfortably, but it was a prison still, and the Redclaw visited her frequently.

Before long, she bore him a son - the fourth of the Redclaw's children, and the only half-thing to be born to a chief in the clan's history. Grudgingly, the Redclaw acknowledged the child as his own, naming him Uron - 'animal'. His mother called him Gregor. His father rarely saw him, preffering to raise his 'pure' children, and so for the first few years of his life, Gregor stayed in the cage with his mother. She doted on him, and did her best to educate him in the ways of her ancestors, the humans.

His Uncle Thrak, however, brother to the Redclaw, saw the child not as a weakness or a vulnerability, but as a young warrior, in need of an education. He urged the Redclaw to let him take the child out, and so Gregor left the cage for the first time in his life. His Uncle taught him to fight and to ride, to name the ancestors in the stars and honor them in all things. He spent his days among orcs and his nights learning of humans, a child of two worlds. The Redclaw grew sympathetic as he aged, even joining his brother and son on a few of their hunts, and Gregor heard them whispering that he was to be made a true warrior of the clan, as small and inexperienced as he was.

This was not to be, however. The Redclaw took ill suddenly and died within a week, and the whole clan mourned his passing - Even Annette shed a tear or two, though it could not be said whether that was the result of affection or merely long captivity. When the Redclaw died, his powers passed on - one of his sons always manifested signs of the demonic gift, and that son would always be the new Redclaw. For three days, the Elders conferred with the ancestors, and when they emerged from their tent, the news was shocking.

Everyone had expected the title to pass to Turz, Gregor's oldest brother. He was the strongest, the bravest, the most passionate of the Redclaw's sons, and it was known that he would bear the powers well and lead the clan to glory. Yet the powers had passed to the smallest, the weakest, the youngest of the sons - the halfblood Gregor.

In a rage, Turz struck down the elder that had made the announcement, and his followers swept the camp for all who would oppose him. At the urging of his mother and uncle, Gregor fled with only what he could carry on his back before he could be discovered, leaving behind all that he had known and riding out into the plains, knowing only that distance would save him from his brother's wroth. Since then, he has paid for passage with his strength and skill, traveling to a faraway land and promising himself that he will return when he is ready, and reclaim what is rightfully his.

--MISC--
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Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

When first she'd arrived at the sleepy little village, Ashlynn had been fairly shocked. It seemed so... ignominious a location for the Graduation Ceremony, one of the most important events of the year - she understood that a large part of being a trainer was roughing it in the woods, of course, but to have your party in a town full of rustics? Credit where credit was due, however, they had actually managed to put together a respectable little affair. After a few more glasses of champagne, Ashlynn might even be able to enjoy herself here.

"Come along, Whiskey," she called out sharply as she turned away from the catering table, consciously avoiding the crowd of congratulators and instructors and well-wishers milling about the place. Her diminutive companion trundled after her obediently, his massive ears twitching as he snuffled along the ground for discarded food. Ashlynn repressed a faint smile - as common as the Nidoran was, and as much of a glutton as her particular specimen seemed to be, she'd be lying if she said she hadn't developed a certain fondness for the creature. There was something rather enjoyable about having a bundle of poisonous spikes at your beck and call.

Ashlynn strode across the party confidently, exchanging quick pleasantries with a few of the other party-goers. She laughed at a few bad jokes, listened to some dreadfully boring anecdotes, and accepted tired advice with a smile and a sage nod or two. Much as she loathed this kind of social networking, it was never too early to start meeting important people in one's chosen field, even if most of these 'dignitaries' seemed more self-important than anything else.

At length, she spied a few of her fellow graduates standing over by some marble columns - they seemed to have the right idea, staying out of the larger party, and it might be useful to get to know them. Ashlynn whistled for her pokemon to follow her and walked over confidently. A young man who wore a military uniform and looked rather dreadfully worn out, not to mention his missing arm. The other two were girls, one poised in front of the other almost protectively, and she was apparently... blind. Good grief.

"Ashlynn Ivy," she announced as she approached, bowing her head slightly in a polite introduction and speaking in her stiff, upper-class Vermillion City accent. "Charmed to make the acquaintance of my fellow trainers-to-be."

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Yeah, my interpretation of things wasn't necessarily that there are no LGBTQ Marked, but that we just weren't playing them for game reasons because it would have made matching up even pairs completely impossible. Seriously, we're having enough trouble getting as many girls as guys anyway, now imagine half of said girls are only interested in other girls - RP would never have gotten off the ground.

But again, that's just my interpretation - the Mother/Father explanation is also a good one.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

@Not Fishing

Sneak preview of Darius and Arthur's friendship

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

There still room? I'm considering a young heir to hive nobility whose family managed to hide his being a psyker, who's now gained a fascination with the occult and Tzeentch in particular.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Personally, I can see Ciara with George, Duncan or Faolan, but there may be something about some other's that I'm missing. My Arthur ships are Dairmund, Rhoslyn and Anne, but I think he could work with a lot of characters in an 'odd couple' sort of way.

I'm also friendshipping Ciara and Orianna - I think they'd get along well.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

@Sisyphus Well in any case, let's assume that your knowledge of Greek Myths had no standing on my decision to let you in to my rp when you arrived late, shall we? ;P

@CollectorOfMyst

Let us, indeed. :P

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

@Sisyphus

Oh gods... I couldn't think of one for Elain, and I don't think I'll be able to find one for Elian! Why am I fated to forever be tortured by this dilemma? Curse you, Sisyphus! May you be cursed to forever push a rock up a hill until it stays there!

@CollectorOfMyst

Nah, but the thing is, the whole rock thing isn't actually a curse, because Sisyphus is still in a sense the master of his own destiny because he is free to choose to push the rock up his hill, and in acknowledging the absurdity of his actions he is able to achieve a higher level of understanding.

One must imagine Sisyphus happy, after all.

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

@CollectorOfMyst

Probably - honestly, Arthur's probably too oblivious to recognize any of the knights serving the Royal Family by name, but he'd probably recognize Elian.

Also, in an effort to keep hype and excitement for this RP high, I propose we indulge in a time honored Roleplaying tradition: character themesongs!

Here are my offerings for Arthur and Ciara. Begin!