Thedreadpirate

TALES OF ARAGON (OOC)

Kay said
@Thedreadpirate - Thank you for your suggestion! I have no problem with people using other animals instead of "wolves", in fact that might be interesting...imagine a werebunny. :PAlso, you are accepted!

Yay

FEAR THE MIGHTY WEREBUNNY AND HIS CARROT OF DOOOOOM

TALES OF ARAGON (OOC)

Name: Caleb Rackam
Race: Werewolf
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Human Form

not a particularly straight laced man, in any sense of the phrase, Caleb Rackam has always been distinguished by his long, raven hair that occasionally glints moonlight off it and into his dark, mystery laced eyes. At first glance off of his chiseled body, strong facial features, and wild-looking facial hair, one might notice mirth and comfort that shine in his dark, chocolate eyes, something like going home to ones parents for the first time after a long absence, a sense of familiarity and warmth, or perhaps they would be filled with the cold, calculating gaze of a man on a mission, of a hunter, of an animal. However, looking even deeper one can sense a certain emotion, a pool of equal parts loneliness and rage that one might not otherwise expect from such a man, however this doesn't make you think less of him strangely enough, if anything it makes you fear him giving in to that emotion, like a large ocean, a pretty view from afar, but become too lost in it, and you worry what might be swept out to sea.

Werewolf Form

In his wolf form, Caleb is the apex predator, his cold black nose is matched only by his keen animal senses, killer instinct, and unfeeling nature. He embodies and elaborates on everything that mankind has ever feared about the wolf, he is deadly, he is unafraid of larger more mighty prey, he is unceasing in his devotion to the hunt, the thrill of a running prey only exciting him onward to greater feats of strength, speed, and endurance, and unlike the mighty yet peaceable Werebears of myth or the smaller yet fearsome Wereboars, HE WILL COME TO YOU, as opposed to you having to provoke him, or trespass on his territory or attack his family, he will seek you out, and all it will take is a little greasing of his palm, and suddenly the apex predator is on your trail, his killer green eyes will haunt you, make you sweat, you'll dream that they're watching you, and just when you think you're safe, there they are, just waiting to pounce.

The Seadog

The Seadog is Caleb's ship, just small enough to take out onto the high seas without having to worry too much, the ship is probably the one thing that Caleb is absolutely loyal to besides money. It is here that Caleb conducts most of his business, though he is not above or beneath going to see his customers, especially if the coin is good enough, it's also where many a cargo has attempted to escape, unsuccessfully. (Try to imagine it without the people on it)

Personality:

Caleb is usually an easy-going fellow, with an infectious smile and attitude, put more simply, he makes people feel at ease. This has been a great help to him in his business where keeping good relations with contacts is everything, because when you deal with powerful people who by nature dislike your race, the greatest assets one can have in his arsenal are a good reputation and an easy presence, but whether from nature or nurture this presence comes, it is but one of Caleb's defining characteristics. The other is his tenacity, his ability to focus on the job at hand unceasingly has proved quite useful. The final defining characteristic of Caleb's personality is his deep well of emotion. While most of the time he does a superb job of hiding these, and this itself has helped him keep his loyalties where he believes they should be (i.e. the Almighty Gold Coin) his rage is what makes him so good at parts of his job, specifically the parts where becoming a large rage-filled wolf monster would help.

Brief history:

Officially, Caleb is a merchant, a trader that buys and sells goods all over the world, he owns his own boat and even pays his taxes, when the collectors catch him, and this is true, to a certain degree. But the real money from Caleb's enterprise is his business dealings with the higher ups of the city. See, occasionally being a vampire or a high official in a town run by vampires, or a mob boss in a town run by vampires, can get boring, especially if one doesn't have the luxuries of office that one can only get from places that require a day or threes travel to get there and back, that's where Caleb comes in. For a price, generally a cut of the profits if there's money to be had, or a favor owed later on, Caleb will secure any cargo necessary, even if that cargo requires air holes for the trip back. As long as the coin is good and the cargo not wolfsbane, Caleb's the guy to see.

Powers: Can turn into a Giant Wolf

Weapons/Accessories: Sword x2, Knives x2, Canteen, Compass, Pouch filled with: apples and gold pieces, lucky necklaces and charms, deed to ship.

Suggestions: The only thing I can think of is I think it would be cool if the Werewolf race were changed to Werebeast, just to give people a larger variety of animals, and by extension a larger variety of animal nature, to deal with/change into and to let the creativity flow a little bit more, but you know, just a suggestion, this RP is looking pretty BA so far. :)

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Isaac watched as the eager students of the survival class drank their potions, some eagerly, some carefully, some making sure to look at every angle before deciding, from his spot in the corner he watched as The Games of James (a euphemism for the Elite Survival Class in its entirety that the previous third and fourth years had come up with) began. As Isaac pondered how they would unfold, his keen eyes caught sight of the large clock-tower that stood in the courtyard as a flag blew in the wind, providing him with just enough time to read the large clock, seeing that time was beginning to pass more quickly than he had anticipated, he silently moved himself to the window, taking care not to interrupt class or to take his eyes from any of the action, and began to tie the rope that he had brought with him to the windowsill and then the other end around his waist. His next class was meeting on the courtyard grounds where the festivities had taken place the previous day. As Isaac sat on the windowsill he watched and waited, waiting to see what would happen next

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Mr_pink said
I didn't see the room placements, also are classes mixed years?

I don't think they were ever actually posted, and my understanding is that the classes are done more on a merit-based system and less on age, but I could be wrong, I often am.

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Isaac's eyes snapped open, and then half shut again.....ugh, not only had he eaten too much last night, it would appear that he had drunk too much as well, he continued to lie on his bed, doing nothing, until he felt the sun begin to rise over him and warm his face, then, and only then, did he get up. He sat on his bed, rubbing his face and looking at his surroundings, it would appear that most of his bunkmates were still asleep, good, he liked having a little bit of time in the morning to himself. Getting up and splashing some water on his face he looked at the mirror and smiled, it was the beginning of the end of his time at the academy, the first day of his last year here, as a student anyway, he had taken some time to think about the future but that's not what today was about, today was about new beginnings, and old endings, about making friends and getting back into the swing of things. He jumped as he heard the bells ringing in the tower.......uuuuugggghhhhh he'd forgotten why he hated drinking so much, it was because of those stupid bells, with their loud, seemingly eternal booming were the bane of his existence when he woke up with a hangover. He downed a couple of gallons of water, as was tradition, and it seemed to make it better, as it always had. He counted the booms, three......four.....five.....six....seven, seven bells it was then. He smiled into the mirror and put on his clothes, a simple shirt and pants, made of tough stuff but still enough for him to move around in, He didn't like putting on his armor unless he absolutely had to, it was dark and hot, and he was more of a nimble fighter than anything else, strapping his swords to his sides, his scimitars not his longswords, those he saved for parades and actual battles, and sometimes Ornstein's classes, but that was for a different reason. Isaac thought all this as he headed out for his first class of the school-year, Elite Battlefield Tactics.

On his way there Isaac passed the Elite Survival class, he noticed the Dragoid boy he had conversed with on the grounds the day before seemed to be studying something. Isaac then noticed that Professor James was running his usual start of the year gambit, the Vile Vials, as the seniors of the year before had dubbed it, Isaac wondered what would happen this year, and, reasoning that he had an hour or so until his actual class started, quietly slipped in to the class and stood in a corner by the door, hoping to catch a little of the action, and trying to put down the bad memories that he had from his own experiences with the class.

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Mr_pink said
I'd rather we get placed randomly into rooms so we don't constantly stick with the same people.

I agree, and it keeps people who have multiple characters from just having them all room together, not that that would necessarily happen, but it tends to sometimes.

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MyCatGinger said
I think end the banquet now. It's right enough, and I can see how some students, or teachers, would be getting bored by this time.And as a very frank, mean statement, Manapool and KingofKings, and actually the two newcomers too, you need to learn how to keep the posting in check. >> I don't know how many posts I had to come back to, but I was certainly overwhelmed. I don't want to think of the people who hadn't posted since before me, and had to come back and read all of that.Apologies in advance, but there's so much going on at once, it's hard for me to keep track of it all. Perhaps posting longer posts but in less quantity would be great.And if the randomness would kind of be more flowing, that would be great.Trying not to be an elitist party pooper but you know. >>""" Come on, I can't be the only one who thinks that, right, guys? Guys? Anyone? *shot*...yup. Seems like classes start in the morning. Third has to make her speech before bed for all. Early to bed, early to wake. Makes a lady smart, pretty and great.

I concur

on a side note: I thought the students and faculty were gonna stay up and party like it's the year of our lord 1274, you know, get crunk like we all just got back from a crusade.

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Gosh Dang it. I leave for twelve measly hours and this shit happens

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KingOfKings said
I WANNA FLIRT ON FREIJA!! xD

Isn't flirting an action that requires the use of the word with? you can't flirt on somebody, unless they were to lie on the ground, you were to stand on them, and then flirt with somebody else, in which case, that's probably the some of the most messed up shit I've ever heard.

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MyCatGinger said
That is exactly what I suggested, yes. :3Come on, even regular schools do it. << They single out new students as "Oh, ____ you're a new student? Tell us about yourself. Everyone, make _____ feel welcome at school this year."

well as long as we are on the same page

also it was killing me that we were at 359 for so long, I needed to make it 360. that is all