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Bloodlines: Last Hope

Duncan Fang

Duncan breathed out heavily, his breath a visible cloud in the cool, early morning air. Up earlier than most people in town had any business being up, Duncan could see the first half of the sun as it rose into the sky, tinging the sky a mixture of orange and light purple against the cityscape of Philadelphia. Still catching his breath, Duncan bent over, his hands resting on his knees and spat out a blot of coagulated spittle, his face dripping with sweat as he watched several others run by. He had been on the university's sports field since 6 in the morning. It was part of the usual schedule, 3 mornings a week for the soccer team, 5 if you wanted to make a good impression.

"Hey! Duncan! Keep up!"

Whipping his head around, he saw his team captain running up behind him- meaning that he was about to get lapped. Easy for him to say, the team captain, Ricky, was a was called by many; the second coming of Hercules. With a deep inhale, Duncan got back to running. After a 5km warmup run, the team got straight into pushups, work out circuits, and sprinting drlls, which continued for another half hour before the team called it good for the morning.

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With his bright orange cleats changed out for a pair of comfortable addidas runners of a smooth, clean white, Duncan made an easy walk through the courtyard. His one hand stuck firmly in the pockets of his black joggers, the other casually gripping the strap of a small, green and gray sack. A olive green bomber jacket hung over his shoulders, contrasting a plain white shirt. A backpack hung lazily off of one shoulder, dangerously close to slipping out of his grip. The backpack itself was relatively deflated, currently holding little more than his cleats, a sweaty pair of shorts and t-shirt, a laptop- in a case to protect it from the rest of his belongings- and a water bottle.

Duncan had found himself in his usual conundrum: He had time to kill before his next class- but not enough time to go back to his apartment and relax. At least the day was nice, he concluded as he found himself wandering in front of the university library- one of the larger buildings and general hubs for the students here. Having taken his sister's advice, Duncan found his way to a pair of close-by trees out on the lawn of in front of the library itself. Dropping his backpack to the ground, Duncan took his little gray and green sack and emptied its contents onto the ground in front of him- a hammock.

A few minutes later, and Duncan had himself a little setup, dozing comfortably out in the sun. Conveniently close enough to a red mustang parked on a nearby curb to enjoy the music coming through its open windows. Sure, he could and should probably be spending this time to get some studying done, but frankly, that was a problem for Future-Duncan.

Bloodlines: Last Hope

I'll try to get something up tomorrow!

Bloodlines: Last Hope

Duncan Fang

Duncan Fang

Male | 22 | Chinese/American
Duncan is a big guy. Standing over most at 6'4", Duncan is a bear of a man, built like a brick wall and probably just as solid. Duncan's physique is broad and sinewy, and low in relative body fat- quite clearly one of an athlete. Despite his build, Duncan typically stands in a very relaxed, bordering on lazy posture. His dark brown hair is short to medium length, and is often pulled back and tied in a short ponytail or top knot, and his chin and jaw is typically adorned with a tasteful amount of scruff a few days old. Both of his arms are covered in tattoos and his eyes are a warm, homey brown.

Personality:
Warm and easygoing, Duncan generally carries himself with an amicable and lax attitude. While not the most academically gifted student, Duncan supplements his lacking book smarts with a surprising amount of practical knowledge and experience. Though generally slow to boil, Duncan has a bit of a temper and can be quite imposing when properly riled up. While casually boastful and quite self confident of himself and his own abilities, Duncan isn't afraid to acknowledge his own shortcomings, and isn't above requesting help when needed. Loyal to a fault and seemingly fearless, Duncan has a rather well developed moral compass and won't hesitate to stand up what he thinks is right.

Soul Powers: Duncan's soul powers revolve around mostly protection and sustaining through long conflicts, with only a single aggressive ability.

• Soul Claws - Enveloping his fist or other striking surface with Soul energy allows Duncan to enhance and empower his strikes. The strength of the claws can be increased at the cost of deeper drain on Duncan's soul energy.
• Projected Soulmail - Encasing his body in soul energy, Duncan can significantly reduce the damage of incoming attacks. Duncan can also eschew his own personal protection to project the Soulmail onto someone else, redirecting their incoming damage to himself.
• Soul-Fueled Regeneration - Expend soul energy to rapidly increase the self healing rate of wounds. Drastically inefficient compared to other methods of healing, but useful in an emergency.
• Soul Dynamo (Passive) - A small portion of the damage that Duncan takes is converted to temporary soul energy to be used in his other abilities. This temporary energy cannot take the place of actual soul energy and eventually disappears if not used.

Skills:
Currently attending BFU on a sports scholarship, Duncan is a member of the University's soccer team. He stays active regularly and is in top shape. Generally good with his hands, Duncan also possesses plenty of practical skills, from changing tires and jumping cars to camping and cooking.

Personal Belongings:
On hand Duncan typically keeps his wallet, phone and headphones. A school bag over his shoulders holds his books, a laptop and a spare pair of shoes. He keeps a car in the school garage.

Background:
The youngest of 2, Duncan was born to a pair of laborers in Chicago, Illinois. Duncan spent most of his childhood helping out around his family's auto shop. His family was never poor, but with two children, they were never particularly rich either. He earned decent grades in his early school years, and despite getting into a few scrapes and fights, he managed to graduate high school and was offered a sports scholarship to attend Benjamin Franklin University.

Having attended BFU for a few years now, Duncan has started to become fairly comfortable around the University grounds. While not achieving and particular academic success, Duncan has found some success and recognition as a member of one of the University's sports teams.
Relationships:
Mother & Father - Duncan gets along fairly well with his parents, though has been a bit distant as of late. He cites a busy schedule as a reason he can't call home all the time.
Lena Fang - Duncan's older sister and a current a graduate student at BFU. The Fang siblings get along rather well, Duncan is naturally protective of his sister and Lena will regularly chide him about his grades. The siblings share an apartment on campus.

Bloodlines: Last Hope

Started on this guy last night, finished him after waking up- I hope the ideas didn't get too muddled between sittings

Duncan Fang

Duncan Fang

Male | 22 | Chinese/American
Duncan is a big guy. Standing over most at 6'4", Duncan is a bear of a man, built like a brick wall and probably just as solid. Duncan's physique is broad and sinewy, and low in relative body fat- quite clearly one of an athlete. Despite his build, Duncan typically stands in a very relaxed, bordering on lazy posture. His dark brown hair is short to medium length, and is often pulled back and tied in a short ponytail or top knot, and his chin and jaw is typically adorned with a tasteful amount of scruff a few days old. Both of his arms are covered in tattoos and his eyes are a warm, homey brown.

Personality:
Warm and easygoing, Duncan generally carries himself with an amicable and lax attitude. While not the most academically gifted student, Duncan supplements his lacking book smarts with a surprising amount of practical knowledge and experience. Though generally slow to boil, Duncan has a bit of a temper and can be quite imposing when properly riled up. While casually boastful and quite self confident of himself and his own abilities, Duncan isn't afraid to acknowledge his own shortcomings, and isn't above requesting help when needed. Loyal to a fault and seemingly fearless, Duncan has a rather well developed moral compass and won't hesitate to stand up what he thinks is right.

Soul Powers: Duncan's soul powers revolve around mostly protection and sustaining through long conflicts, with only a single aggressive ability.

• Soul Claws - Enveloping his fist or other striking surface with Soul energy allows Duncan to enhance and empower his strikes. The strength of the claws can be increased at the cost of deeper drain on Duncan's soul energy.
• Projected Soulmail - Encasing his body in soul energy, Duncan can significantly reduce the damage of incoming attacks. Duncan can also eschew his own personal protection to project the Soulmail onto someone else, redirecting their incoming damage to himself.
• Soul-Fueled Regeneration - Expend soul energy to rapidly increase the self healing rate of wounds. Drastically inefficient compared to other methods of healing, but useful in an emergency.
• Soul Dynamo (Passive) - A small portion of the damage that Duncan takes is converted to temporary soul energy to be used in his other abilities. This temporary energy cannot take the place of actual soul energy and eventually disappears if not used.

Skills:
Currently attending BFU on a sports scholarship, Duncan is a member of the University's soccer team. He stays active regularly and is in top shape. Generally good with his hands, Duncan also possesses plenty of practical skills, from changing tires and jumping cars to camping and cooking.

Personal Belongings:
On hand Duncan typically keeps his wallet, phone and headphones. A school bag over his shoulders holds his books, a laptop and a spare pair of shoes. He keeps a car in the school garage.

Background:
The youngest of 2, Duncan was born to a pair of laborers in Chicago, Illinois. Duncan spent most of his childhood helping out around his family's auto shop. His family was never poor, but with two children, they were never particularly rich either. He earned decent grades in his early school years, and despite getting into a few scrapes and fights, he managed to graduate high school and was offered a sports scholarship to attend Benjamin Franklin University.

Having attended BFU for a few years now, Duncan has started to become fairly comfortable around the University grounds. While not achieving and particular academic success, Duncan has found some success and recognition as a member of one of the University's sports teams.
Relationships:
Mother & Father - Duncan gets along fairly well with his parents, though has been a bit distant as of late. He cites a busy schedule as a reason he can't call home all the time.
Lena Fang - Duncan's older sister and a current a graduate student at BFU. The Fang siblings get along rather well, Duncan is naturally protective of his sister and Lena will regularly chide him about his grades. The siblings share an apartment on campus.

Bloodlines: Last Hope

Question about the soul powers- from the premise, it seems that the characters will be learning about/how to use their powers throughout the RP, but at the start of the RP are they aware that they have their powers/have knowledge on how to use them? Or are we pre-emptively listing the powers they will learn?

Bloodlines: Last Hope

Interesting! May look at making a Character if you're still accepting

Ephae moved to casual

My current thought is a airship captain of some sort- either a pirate/privateer or an explorer

Ephae moved to casual

Interesting world, tentatively interested... Is it just an open world sort of thing? Do we just plop a character down wherever and just go from there?

The Fight for Valeroma

@LuckyBlackCat originally, I had Odran as a sort of everyman fighter, proficient at all ranges and a craftsman/engineer, but I really liked the direction you went with Astrid and I didn't want to step on any toes! I ended converting Odran into a bit of a Ranger instead- still capable in a melee, with a bayonet affixed to the front of his crossbow- but obviously a long ranged fighter first and foremost.

I'll probably skip on secondary characters as well, I generally prefer focusing on my one character

The Fight for Valeroma

Odran Stormweaver

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Odran Stormweaver

Name: Odran Stormweaver
Age: 121
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf

Appearance:
Odran is a stout and sturdily built dwarf, with a bold stance and an intimidating disposition for one so short. Forged by wine, battle, and song, Odran's girth and thick trunk of a body belies a surprising amount of deft and dexterity. Standing at a height of 4'8", he often stands no higher than the chest of other mortal beings, but is incredibly tall for a dwarf. Despite his diminutive stature, he's denser than most humans, and weighs in at about 200 pounds, an amount comparable to a human upwards of six feet in height.

His body is composed mostly of muscle and bound within the relatively stout frame of his race, and his face is adorned with a dense, rough beard, and the dark brown hair over his head is pulled into thick dreadlocks. This thick dwarf dresses in a combination of padded cloth, and a chainmail hauberk underneath a hardened steel plate carapace, but his short legs stomp on the ground with surprising speed and lightness as he walks. Upon his face sits a wide, fat nose, with a crooked angle from many a fistfight, and sharp eyes of the color of steel. His face is often adorned with a wry grin, and covered with scars from past wars.

Personality:
An earnest, boisterous soul, like many a dwarf of Valeroma, Odran much like other dwarves is a stubborn, but honorable, hard headed bloke who prefers ale and song to politics and trickery. Blunt, straightforward and to the point, Odran is rarely afraid to speak his mind and tell things exactly as he sees it. suspicious of, but not hostile towards magic and the unnatural, Odran will not hesitate to express his unease over the use of such elements but nevertheless admits their usefulness in many situations. Despite his jovial demeanor, Odran has surprising amounts of depth to his thoughts, his loud cheers and alcohol laden breath a masked visage for a more logical, intrinsically calculative mind. Odran has a very solid understanding of physics, and warfare, and a well developed moral compass.

While Odran is vocal and friendly, and quick to throw the title of comrade around, it isn't until another's character has been demonstrated does Odran truly begin showing trust. Odran carefully observes those surrounding him, judging the character of others even whilst he makes jokes and exchanges story and drink. Odran is honorable and relatively unselfish, though if given the choice, he would prefer him and his own success over others. Despite his affable nature, Odran knows how to act when its time to get serious. When its time to conduct business, Odran's demeanor switches to that of a calm and collected professional. A professional soldier through and through, Odran fights with a cold and calm efficiency, and only rarely has emotional outbursts.

Strengths:

• Career Soldier - Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy: Odran is a capable career soldier. Proficient with a variety of weapons, armor and tactics, Odran finds himself most at home sitting inside a suit of heavy steel, and either firing an Storm-Pattern Repeating Crossbow from a fixed position or charging into an enemy's flank with a bayonet. A strong and durable fighter, Odran has considerable staying power in a fight, and has surprising amounts of dexterity and deft.
• Dwarven Ranger - Despite his heavy armor, Odran is surprisingly light footed, and is a capable scout and ranger, moving steadily through the underbrush to locate targets of opportunity to eliminate. He is a proficient tracker and has a sharp eye and keen sense of direction.
• Tinkerer - All dwarves seem to practice some craftsmanship or another. While not a dedicated craftsdwarf, Odran is well versed with the workings of the weapons and equipment used by the Ironborn Free Company, and knows how to maintain and modify his own weapons and armor.

Weaknesses:

• Non-Magical - Odran is currently incapable of casting or creating any magical effects on his own, and must therefore rely on others capable of doing so.
• Short Stature - While dextrous and strong, Odran's stature and heavy armor doesn't do him any favors when it comes to flat movement speed. He prefers to fight on solid ground and would likely sink in the water on account of his heavy weapons and armor. Something about his lack of height also makes Odran a bit fearful of long drops.
• Specialist Equipment - Odran's equipment was specialized for his own use- or use by the Ironborn Company. As a result repairs and maintenance can be painstaking and time intensive, depending on the amount of damage received by his equipment.

Brief Bio:
A career soldier, scout, siege specialist, and sniper, Odran was born to the Stormweaver clan, a powerful crafts-clan of some repute, well known throughout Valeroma for their weapons- particularly their Storm-Pattern Repeating Crossbows, with many aspiring warriors seeking pieces of armor or weapons crafted by his family. While most took up the family trades, Odran instead went about a different way to seek his fortune. Some took to trade, others took to craftsmanship. Odran took to the sciences- the military sciences, to be precise. Odran joined the ranks of the Stormweaver clan warriors, here he would earn his keep through blood and sweat. The clan warriors were divided into companies, each with their own storied past.

Odran joined the Ironborn Free Company as a Ranger in its service. With his technical prowess, as well as his skill in combat, Odran advanced steadily through the ranks, becoming a trusted sub-leader of his squad commander by the end of his first campaign across the dwarven mountains. By the end of his second campaign, Odran was given command of his own squad, and by the end of his fifth campaign, he was the commander of the Ironborn Company's Recon Corps, and a notable veteran in his own right. When he was chosen, Odran would reluctantly leave the ranks of his comrades to join the company of the chosen.

Other:
None for now.