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The Children of the Void












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Sheet in progress, will be up soon (hopefully!)
if your looking for more people, I am very in

I'll start with an app quite soon! If that's OK
Name: Falk Pyrrhus

Age: 26

Race: Roegadyn

Class: Spellsword

Origin: Tormin



Weapon(keep it basic obviously): Greatsword

Magic(if applicable): Dark, Fire, Sleep

Personality: If one asked those who have met Falk what he was like the most common answer would probably be that he shares the conviction of a crusader, and is a good true companion as well as a friend, but first you must make it passed his steel like stubbornness.

But still most would say one thing more, that Falk feels things deeply. Examples of which can be seen in a seemingly limitless compassion, to the rolling thunderstorm that is his rage, and that one must be slightly careful with Falk, for he may forgive you but that doesn't mean he will forget.

Loyalty: Red Sun Guard

Rank(To be given by GM): Top Secret

History: Few things are known about Falk's early life, but from what can be pieced together he was born to just outside one of the large cities on Tormin, his father being one of many workmen that were constantly working on the buildings in and around the city. From that point he lived a fairly normal and honestly uninteresting life till his mid teen years, at which point he drops off the public record map and hazy speculation begins. Most theorize it was at this point that Falk got caught up with the Spellswords, others that he got caught up with some trouble with the law. When asked directly Falk himself is a bit vague on why the disappearance, though he hints at it being the first.

But whatever the truth, Falk reappears a few years later almost as suddenly as he vanished (of those missing years he keeps adamantly mute, citing that he must maintain some secrecy about something, or even going so far as to denying that they even happened). The only difference being now he carried with him the mark and badge of a dieing order. For the next couple of years Falk engaged himself in various activities befitting a Spellsword, before finding his place among the Red Sun Guard, his skill with both blade and spell being a welcome addition.
Name: Falk Pyrrhus

Age: 26

Race: Roegadyn

Class: Spellsword

Origin: Tormin



Weapon(keep it basic obviously): Greatsword

Magic(if applicable): Dark, Fire, Sleep

Personality: If one asked those who have met Falk what he was like the most common answer would probably be that he shares the conviction of a crusader, and is a good true companion as well as a friend, but first you must make it passed his steel like stubbornness.

But still most would say one thing more, that Falk feels things deeply. Examples of which can be seen in a seemingly limitless compassion, to the rolling thunderstorm that is his rage, and that one must be slightly careful with Falk, for he may forgive you but that doesn't mean he will forget.

Loyalty: Red Sun Guard

Rank(To be given by GM): Top Secret

History: Few things are known about Falk's early life, but from what can be pieced together he was born to just outside one of the large cities on Tormin, his father being one of many workmen that were constantly working on the buildings in and around the city. From that point he lived a fairly normal and honestly uninteresting life till his mid teen years, at which point he drops off the public record map and hazy speculation begins. Most theorize it was at this point that Falk got caught up with the Spellswords, others that he got caught up with some trouble with the law. When asked directly Falk himself is a bit vague on why the disappearance, though he hints at it being the first.

But whatever the truth, Falk reappears a few years later almost as suddenly as he vanished (of those missing years he keeps adamantly mute, citing that he must maintain some secrecy about something, or even going so far as to denying that they even happened). The only difference being now he carried with him the mark and badge of a dieing order. For the next couple of years Falk engaged himself in various activities befitting a Spellsword, before finding his place among the Red Sun Guard, his skill with both blade and spell being a welcome addition.
So... Is everyone going to be a human warrior?


I was thinking more of a spellswoerd or mage, but was probably going to go with human but I am really still just kind of looking at it

Also CS should be done when I get back from work
CS in works now!
*points to previous post*


wooot
This looks nice, im in!
If Hadrian had one complaint about his avian form, it was that one cannot swear easily with a beak. Especially when something large come crashing through the underbrush on a hunt right into middle of camp, which would make most sane individuals swear in both real and on the spot languages. But Hadrian still managed with a loud Caw, followed by various loud noises that one could assume was the Crow stating some key things about the size, disposition, and state of questionable parentage of the large predator.

"Enough Hadrian!Get a hold of yourself!" he scolded himself silently as he watched to proceedings of the animal. It simply stood there as the beasts of burden bolted for the ship in a near stampede, perhaps it was as dumbstruck as the Lycans seemed to be at the sight of such a thing. Yet the shifter could see the things shoulders tense, and its front legs draw back slightly, all signs that pointed to a charge. In that instant, Hadrian's mind flashed to a footlocker that was stationed near where his Hyper sleep chamber was, perhaps he could get there and back before everything fell apart?

It was a risk for sure, but he trusted the Lycan's strength and pack mentality to keep the thing at bay, so once more he launched himself into the air, his wings beating furiously to gain him as much seed as possible as he made a tight downwards U turn from the top of the ship into the opening. He was slowed slightly in the interior, as enclosed flying was nowhere near his strongest point, but still he made it to what was once his room for many years. Shifting as fast as he could as he brought himself to the foot locker, there was little time or room for error. With a jerking motion he brought his right thumb up to the footlocker's lock, which unlatched as it registered him.

As it opened silently it reviled many of his personal effects, most of which were ignored as he nearly dove to grab a oddly shaped device and a leg quiver with a full compliment of arrows, which was promptly strapped to Hadrians right leg. With that done Hadrian flipped a couple switches on the device and gave it a sharp shake, causing the device to unfold and reveal itself as a bow, its limbs clicking into place and its string going taut.

Taking only the time to give a satisfied smile, Hadrian left the locker still slightly open and bolted towards the outside, his hands fetching an arrow as he did in a fluid, practiced motion and knocked it on the string. He hoped he wasn't too late, but something told him the fun was just starting. Slowing, Hadrian exited the ship once more, but this time with a bow at partial draw.
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