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𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Galahad Quaid

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Galahad glanced at the demon Farfa as their guide attempted to cajole Galahad into taking matters into his own hand. Farfa’s false smile was returned with one from Galahad in kind. Broad, radiant, bright, fake.

"Oh, my dear Farfa," Galahad chuckled as though he were chiding a child that had done a naughty thing, his tone sickly sweet and endearing. "I wouldn’t dream of doing your job! It's your job, after all."

Tearing his attention away from the demon, Galahad regarded the two ogres that were now speaking to them. It appears one learned a new thing every day- He didn’t know ogres could talk, much less make coherent sentences. But it appeared the ogres were trying to extort them. Or at least the humans in their group- of which there were a few. For once, Galahad was almost glad of the fact that he had elven blood flowing through his veins. Would the ogres accept that? Who knew? They were ogres. Galahad was surprised they were able to comprehend the difference.

Already some of the others were trying to sway the ogres to let them pass. Avoiding a fight was likely the best course of action, Galahad figured. No sense starting a fight with the guard before we enter their city- Galahad liked attention, but not that much attention. Galahad offered the ogres a disarming smile as he brushed away his hair to reveal the pointed tips of his ears.

"No human here," Galahad said in a fake friendly tone, as he took a step in front of the small, blue haired woman, the weight of his covered lance shifting a bit on his shoulders. His eyes flitted from ogre to ogre. Ogres weren’t peaceful creatures to his knowledge. He didn’t think they’d attack without warning- probably, but being careful wasn’t a bad idea. "We’re travelers, and the humans with us don’t carry much that would be of value in the city."

Glancing over at the humans in question, Galahad regarded the crazy looking one, the hermit- or sage- or whatever he called himself. Galahad leaned towards the small blue haired human behind him. ”Are we certain we need everyone here?”

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Galahad Quaid

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"Just as well, some of us could do with a shower." Galahad chuckled with little mirth as he stood next to the young, blue haired alchemist, "That carriage was not big enough for the lot of us."

Galahad stood by the majority of their small congregation of outcasts and oddities. Strange that he might've considered himself one, but these were strange circumstances regardless. The rain beaded on the exposed metal plates of his armor not covered by the luxurious blue cloak and dripped off the locks that framed his face. Draped casually over a shoulder and held in place with a lazy gauntlet was a large polearm, fully covered, sheathed in a wrapping of linens and leather to protect it from the elements. Galahad was used to rainy seasons, back home the rain never seemed to stop- gray and overcast were the norm. The southlands had been much warmer and sunnier in general, but rains like this reminded him of home.

Their little gathering was a motley one to be sure, all sorts of freaks and oddities abound. Galahad rarely had the pleasure- or ill luck of working in groups, but on the few occasions he had, they were much like this. Especially in the south, mercenaries, adventurers, wanderers and merchants alike were a strange bunch. While most cities were a generally homogenous of their race and background, on the road the people were as varied as their stories, though most were only fit to addle your brain with their constant droning. People always thought they were more interesting than they actually were- there were exceptions of course, himself being one of them. He hadn't yet deigned to find out the stories of the others with him, but he was sure at least one of them wouldn't bore him out of his mind.

Already they had hit a snag. The goblin named Rooster seemed to have an issue with them passing through the gates and into the city itself. Perhaps there was a door tax? Either way, it was surprising that their guide- and 'employers'- were unable to open such doors for them, literally in this case. Some of the others were already on edge. Unfortunately, things could never go as simply as one hoped it seemed.

"Are they not expecting us, Farfa?" Galahad called out, his tone amused, but his face blank and bored. A free hand lightly brushed a wet lock of hair out of his face. He took a few steps forward to the relative front of the group, though not as close up as their diminutive fae knight had gone. His gaze rested lazily on the two armored guards in front of them. "If I had known there were going to be complications, I would have asked the carriage to stay a moment longer."

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Galahad Quaid

Galahad Quaid

________________________________________ Sir Galahad Wilmont de Vitas Quaid III 38 | Male | Half-Elf _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Vitas, Capitol of the Stormlands ❏ CASTE: Noble ❏ AFFILIATIONS: The Quaid Family (Formerly), Knights of the Storm (Formerly) ❏ GOALS: To prove to his family that he is, to be frank, better than all of them. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Charismatic Courtier: The Scion of a noble family, Galahad is skilled and working his way through conversation- either through charming and schmoozing those of noble stature, or browbeating and intimidating those of lower standing. ◆ Mage Knight: While of noble birth, Galahad isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and is a full fledged knight of the Stormlands. Though trained in and capable of using a wide variety of armaments and armor, Galahad prefers to wield a polearm. ◆ Lutist: Hands never idle, Galahad has some experience with the arts, as expected of one of noble birth, and is fairly competent with music. EQUIPMENT: ◆ Galahad's Armor - Well crafted and balanced set of armor designed to be protective and mobile. Consists of a base layer of a long gambeson, with a mail shirt and cuirass. Plate pauldrons, vambraces and greaves protect the extremities, and a deep blue cloak bearing the Quaid family sigil wraps around the shoulders. ◆ Shortsword - An elvish shortsword of high quality. ◆ Quaid Sigil Clasp - An emerald clasp with the Quaid family sigil and a 'G' embedded within the gem in gold.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Standing in at just over six feet tall, Galahad is a lithe and sinewy individual with the appearance of one who is used to continuous physical exertion, without some of the bulk of his fellow knights. As expected of an Knight of the Storm, his physique is in excellent shape, and his frame is akin to what might be expected of an athlete or career soldier. His skin is a light olive tone and is relatively unscathed. His dark black hair falls in graceful waves around his head, hiding the slight tips of his ears, and his eyes are a cold emerald green, possessing a piercing, almost chilling gaze. Galahad has an expensive taste in attire, often wearing fine silken clothes with bright and vibrant colors, and a borderline gaudy amount of jewelry. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Snarky and flippant, Galahad is a confident- often to the point of arrogance, and self assured individual. His casual and selfish demeanor is often mistaken for an uncaring and aloof disposition, and his lackadaisical nature and often haughty attitude does little to change the opinions of others. He has a penchant for sarcasm and rarely seems to take things seriously, throwing snide jokes or dashing charm around whenever he sees fit like a flip of a coin. Underneath his cool are careless persona lies a quiet, impotent rage, feelings of inadequacy, jealousy, cynicism and a constant need to prove himself. The weight of expectations placed upon on him by others weighs heavy on his mind. Galahad mingles well with those of genteel birth, and easily works his way through aristocrats and knights alike, though he has difficulty relating to those of poorer circumstances. His attitude does little to garner the sympathies of the common folk and he often seems disinterested or uncaring about the struggles of others. Not quite as vapid and self centered as he portrays himself- though still some measure of each- Galahad possesses a well developed moral compass, and is strongly loyal to those he cares about, though his tone and callousness might suggest otherwise. He cares about folk, in his own way, but one will never hear him admit such in open conversation. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The Strength Arcana The third in his family line to have been blessed with the Strength Arcana, Galahad, while no master, is fairly proficient with his abilities, or at least well practiced with his current repertoire of abilities. Like most others of the Strength Arcana, he possesses the ability to fly and jump great distances with ease. While able to manipulate the gravity of others, when in conflict, Galahad is most proficient in manipulating his own. His lance moves lighter than a feather and hits harder than a warhorse, from above he can throw down his lance and leave craters in the ground from its impact. He can generate small singularities to suck in or restrain people or objects in a small localized area or increase the force of gravity on a man's sword so he cannot heft it properly. In general it takes less effort to manipulate his own than it does to manipulate something another person is actively controlling. Minor: The Seven of Swords An ancient relic lance, handed down from from generations, the Seven of Swords was first obtained by Galahad Archemon Vitas Quaid, first of his name. Made from levinstone, a rare and powerful metal native to the Stormlands the weapon is unwieldy and difficult for the uninitiated to use. When properly attuned to its user, the Seven of Swords is easier to control and can even return to its wielder's hand on command. The Seven of Swords can split itself into 7 identical lances, echoes of the original, with each copy holding the same properties. The original lance is held in hand, while it's echos float around the user until actively manipulated. Unless otherwise affected, the echoes fade after a few minutes, and there can only be 7 lances at a time.

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Combat: 7 ••••••• Culture: 3 ••• Commerce: 1 • Magic: 6 •••••• Survival: 2 •• Karma: 5 •••••

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@Haha haha I'm glad you remember 😅 this one isn't too dissimilar from Spiritum Galahad, at least as far as his family background goes. He's just snarkier and more of an asshole. He's still a tsundere

I was going to message you about it if it got the okay, I had a thought of the Quaid family being nominally related to the royal family of the Stormlands. I'll send you a pm about it later

Hopefully we get someone in the party that understands money 😅

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Galahad Quaid, the lazy knight

Galahad Quaid

________________________________________ Sir Galahad Wilmont de Vitas Quaid III 38 | Male | Half-Elf _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Vitas, Capitol of the Stormlands ❏ CASTE: Noble ❏ AFFILIATIONS: The Quaid Family (Formerly), Knights of the Storm (Formerly) ❏ GOALS: To prove to his family that he is, to be frank, better than all of them. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Charismatic Courtier: The Scion of a noble family, Galahad is skilled and working his way through conversation- either through charming and schmoozing those of noble stature, or browbeating and intimidating those of lower standing. ◆ Mage Knight: While of noble birth, Galahad isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and is a full fledged knight of the Stormlands. Though trained in and capable of using a wide variety of armaments and armor, Galahad prefers to wield a polearm. ◆ Lutist: Hands never idle, Galahad has some experience with the arts, as expected of one of noble birth, and is fairly competent with music. EQUIPMENT: ◆ Galahad's Armor - Well crafted and balanced set of armor designed to be protective and mobile. Consists of a base layer of a long gambeson, with a mail shirt and cuirass. Plate pauldrons, vambraces and greaves protect the extremities, and a deep blue cloak bearing the Quaid family sigil wraps around the shoulders. ◆ Shortsword - An elvish shortsword of high quality. ◆ Quaid Sigil Clasp - An emerald clasp with the Quaid family sigil and a 'G' embedded within the gem in gold.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Standing in at just over six feet tall, Galahad is a lithe and sinewy individual with the appearance of one who is used to continuous physical exertion, without some of the bulk of his fellow knights. As expected of an Knight of the Storm, his physique is in excellent shape, and his frame is akin to what might be expected of an athlete or career soldier. His skin is a light olive tone and is relatively unscathed. His dark black hair falls in graceful waves around his head, hiding the slight tips of his ears, and his eyes are a cold emerald green, possessing a piercing, almost chilling gaze. Galahad has an expensive taste in attire, often wearing fine silken clothes with bright and vibrant colors, and a borderline gaudy amount of jewelry. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Snarky and flippant, Galahad is a confident- often to the point of arrogance, and self assured individual. His casual and selfish demeanor is often mistaken for an uncaring and aloof disposition, and his lackadaisical nature and often haughty attitude does little to change the opinions of others. He has a penchant for sarcasm and rarely seems to take things seriously, throwing snide jokes or dashing charm around whenever he sees fit like a flip of a coin. Underneath his cool are careless persona lies a quiet, impotent rage, feelings of inadequacy, jealousy, cynicism and a constant need to prove himself. The weight of expectations placed upon on him by others weighs heavy on his mind. Galahad mingles well with those of genteel birth, and easily works his way through aristocrats and knights alike, though he has difficulty relating to those of poorer circumstances. His attitude does little to garner the sympathies of the common folk and he often seems disinterested or uncaring about the struggles of others. Not quite as vapid and self centered as he portrays himself- though still some measure of each- Galahad possesses a well developed moral compass, and is strongly loyal to those he cares about, though his tone and callousness might suggest otherwise. He cares about folk, in his own way, but one will never hear him admit such in open conversation. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The Strength Arcana The third in his family line to have been blessed with the Strength Arcana, Galahad, while no master, is fairly proficient with his abilities, or at least well practiced with his current repertoire of abilities. Like most others of the Strength Arcana, he possesses the ability to fly and jump great distances with ease. While able to manipulate the gravity of others, when in conflict, Galahad is most proficient in manipulating his own. His lance moves lighter than a feather and hits harder than a warhorse, from above he can throw down his lance and leave craters in the ground from its impact. He can generate small singularities to suck in or restrain people or objects in a small localized area or increase the force of gravity on a man's sword so he cannot heft it properly. In general it takes less effort to manipulate his own than it does to manipulate something another person is actively controlling. Minor: The Seven of Swords An ancient relic lance, handed down from from generations, the Seven of Swords was first obtained by Galahad Archemon Vitas Quaid, first of his name. Made from levinstone, a rare and powerful metal native to the Stormlands the weapon is unwieldy and difficult for the uninitiated to use. When properly attuned to its user, the Seven of Swords is easier to control and can even return to its wielder's hand on command. The Seven of Swords can split itself into 7 identical lances, echoes of the original, with each copy holding the same properties. The original lance is held in hand, while it's echos float around the user until actively manipulated. Unless otherwise affected, the echoes fade after a few minutes, and there can only be 7 lances at a time.

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Combat: 7 ••••••• Culture: 3 ••• Commerce: 1 • Magic: 6 •••••• Survival: 2 •• Karma: 5 •••••

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First draft of my character is done, I'll do another pass in a bit. I liked the way @Shard wrote out his stats so I might do that too.

Let me know if the minor acana is too much. Idk if we were allowed to have one but the sheet made me think we could

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Think I'm gonna settle on Strength afterall, I have an idea for a somewhat snooty nobleman, or disgraced scion type

@Haha in regards to the stats on the sheet, I know the min is 1 and max is 10, what would you consider 'average'?

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Maybe I'll try my hand at the strength arcana, flying is cool. I'll browse and peruse a bit more

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Haha I was about to say that I'd go for magician if you were dead set on sun! Take your pick and I'll write a character for the other @Shard

Edit: oh, apparently magician has not been seen in a thousand years, maybe I'll have to adjust

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Are you trying to avoid repeats for arcana? I was interested in the sun arcana but I think someone else wants it

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Paying attention to this