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Knighthood (Closed)

Mind if I bring Calder back? seems he might be needed to balance Sirius. Though, I may tweak him somewhat. I'll try to catch you on Skype or Discord if I can.

For reference, the 2.0 version:

CS: Calder Dylan

Name: Calder Dylan

Rank: Knight Captain

Alias/Nickname: Maelstrom, The Cauldron

Appearance:
He wears a pair crude leather shorts, that look like they might have been made from a blacksmith's apron, due the numerous pockets and general quality of the cloth. Standing at just under 8 ft tall, and weighing nearly 600 lbs, of scaled hide, thick bones, and hard muscle, he's no light weight and can take quite a punch.

Age: 576

Race: Troll

Personality: Usually an agreeable fellow, he tends to give what he gets, his attitude reflecting a tooth-for-tooth pattern with those around him. If he receives kindness, he returns it; if he receives cruelty he return that instead. He doesn't seem to harbor any driving emotions himself, preferring always to flow with the tide of emotions around him. How ever his eyes bely his cunning, and he often seeks to achieve his goals as indirectly as possible, or at the least at someone else's request. This isn't laziness, but a lifetime of being manipulated into serving others often at great personal cost.

Biography/history: Born long ago, to a fae mother and a water elemental father, he was born out of contract not love, which some would say his mother couldn't feel if she were drowned in it. Calder knows better, but he also knows better than to correct the poor fools. Knowledge is power, no matter how insignificant it may seem at the time, so you never, ever give information or knowledge to someone else with out receiving something of kindred value. He has spent a lot of time, serving and giving of himself, so that he might receive knowledge and power of equal value to his services. He's been an enforcer, a guard, even a professional soldier, of sorts, for various fae lords and ladies. Few people know his heritage, few understand his beginnings, but Calder knows, and he isn't likely to share it. He is most comfortable fighting in melee, with mace and shield, bashing and pushing opponents into submission or oblivion as his orders dictated. He rarely makes a move himself, preferring to follow the lead of others. Partly so to absolve himself of blame, and partly to mask his true abilities and capabilities with arrogance and presumption of his commanding officers. Much of his pay was in the form of knowledge, knowledge of water and it's many forms and properties and knowledge of magic, mostly related to doing his job better. He has learned many things in his five and three quarters centuries of life. And his eyes show it, but if you let his manner deceive you, as many do, he's little more than a dangerous boy. Easily manipulated, and distracted, he seems to wander about from place to place, job to job, looking or nothing more than another good time of smashing beings someone is paying him to smash, for no other reason than that it pays the bills, apparently. Few pry any deeper, though one of the few who've tried is currently employed by the Stygian Blade Guild, and he's made a mistake, Calder is hunting in his own special, very patient way.

Calder seem's to be the embodiment, even the physical avatar, of the term passive-aggressive. He is well known in the fae circles for his work as a mid level enforcer for the fall court during his first three centuries of existence. He hasn't distinguished himself in any particular way, though he's never failed a job because he underestimated an opponent. The jobs he's failed were due to his having been poorly informed of the situation, or the unexpected involvement of third parties. Like all fae, his word is binding. He's never broken his word before, a mildly impressive feat at his age, and he's not about to throw that power away.

Reason for recruitment: Looking for friends again, it's been close to a century since he had any, but he remembers them and want to make new friends. At least, that's what he told the recruiter...

Strength of Will: Greater Will

Magic: Abjuration & Force.

God relations: He worships no God, instead he gives each their due, recognizing all but adhering to none.

Tech: {Boron nitride mace/Blasting rod(as per Harry's, boosts attack spells efficiency).}

{Magic shield, made of boron nitride with silver and iron embellishments. The shield itself is highly resistant to force magic, repelling it like magnets of like poles. It doesn't negate it, and strong enough blasts will still connect, but the little stuff, and a small part of the bigger stuff, will be repelled away from the shield face to hit something else. The shield is big enough that Calder won't get hit by any of the little stuff, but his allies might get hit instead. If he cares, a big if, he may try to repel the attack in a particular direction by angling the face of his shield, but that's no guarantee of the force reaction.}

{GreavesBoron nitrate plates, cold steel spikes. Enchanted to store kinetic energy as mana. Calder uses it to heal himself and allies after a fight.}

Possessions/items/property: Cargo shorts with extra dimensional pockets, delve at your own risk.

Skills: Calder Crush! A master of close quarters combat, he's learned most of what he knows on the job, not in some regulated arena, much less a peaceful dojo. His greatest skill is pattern recognition, in behavior, in thought, or in action, if a pattern exists he will find it, eventually. Natural regeneration, trolls don't die easy, never have never will, poisons are largely ineffective, wounds heal quickly, even up to full limb replacement, though that takes decades.

Fates of Fighters

Something, I think it was more keeping her from becoming a spoil war, at least initially. the sneaking bit came later? idk, it's kinda fuzzy for me too. >.>

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

WIP

• Name: Gerulf Walther
• Age: 28
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Appearance:
  
  
  Kitted for Bear.

  
  
  
  
  Every day garb

  
• Personality: A curious man, he is often nosing into things he probably shouldn't. He means well, he just finds it very hard to restrain his natural curiosity and often forgoes the attempt all together. He is a generous man, willing to give the tunic on his back to a man in need. His quiet manner leaves him in the background of most social gatherings, silently watching the party, and the coming and going of various attendants and courtiers. Only when on the field of war does he speak up of his own accord with any regularity, and then usually only to seek clarification of orders.
  
  If the man has a flaw, it's that he is extremely curious in any unknown front and cynical on all others.
• Brief Backstory: Born of impoverished nobility, life for him was less pleasant than for most noble born, though that isn't to say that he didn't grow up with the privileges often reserved for nobility. He spent time in his youth working in the fields of his father's lands, partly to help, and partly to fill his curiosity. It certainly didn't hurt his training as a knight any. Now, a newly knighted man himself, his family all but destitute due to blighted crops, he seeks to enrich his family by pursuing the life of a mercenary.
  
  He worked hard as a squire, studying and practicing long after the others had quite. Steadily working himself into the ground with his tenacious and rabid pace. Eventually forced to rest, he came out a more mature individual, willing and better able to weight the costs of his actions. He became a knight, just after the blight struck, and his armor and weapon were given to him by his mentor as thanks for his studious nature and strong character, even if he was just a tad too curious for his own good. Still, his curiosity leads him to be more clever than most, while his upbringing separates him from the rest of the nobility, leaving him cast adrift, between two worlds. So with his new arms and armor he resolved to carve his own future out, in a mercenary order. He looked into several different orders before finally settling on the Order of the Iron Rose.
  
  Still, why choose the Order of the Iron Rose, when other companies could promise more pay? He hasn't ever said aloud why he chose this order, he only shakes his head, smiles and changes the subject when asked. Some think his time in the fields made him sympathetic to the weak. Others whisper of a personal curiosity regarding the new captain. His father suspects it has to do with the rumors of a woman that resembles his sister, who vanished shortly after the blight.
• Equipment: A sturdy pole-axe, tall as he is, and plate armor to compensate for his lack of shield. A heavy crossbow and quiver holding thirty bolts.
• Skills: Man-at-Arms: proficient in the use of his preferred weapon, in addition to a sword, in melee combat, on the field and in the tourney lists.
  Marksman: Adept at hitting targets at range, though great focus and preparation are needed to hit his mark.

Lord of the Rings.

Sorry for going AWOL, find me on skype when you can @Andromedai

Fates of Fighters

@Chicogal Sure, I'm still game. Might take me a tad to get back into character though.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

What is to the west, south and east of Thaln?

Knighthood: Of Gods and Titans (season 2)

MIA for the week, Calder is doing wet things to the big bad thing and his minions. k, bye

Sword Art Online: Side Quest (2.0)

*Stabs a thing, loots a thing, sells a thing, buys a thing.* ... this seems oddly familiar... ^.^ I"m MIA for the week, but I'll take look at things when I get back.

Small Deities

Looks interesting to me. There are certainly plenty of myths to pull from... hmm, which to use....