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Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

Snow White and her Slime. A match made in the stars.

Meanwhile Rowan is just a regular Joe shmoe, but I think he'll get along with most folks hopefully

Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

I'd like to get some fire magic for my character eventually too- think of like a forge cleric from dnd, so he might go bugging someone at some point!

Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

Well meaning boi

Rowan Ironwood

Rowan Ironwood

_{+ Blacksmith +
25 || Male || 6'2", Muscular || Human}

> In the Hamlet I live in at the town's smithy.
> I spend most of my time forging or repairing tools at the smithy, but I'll go fishing when the time allows.
> I am known for being the town handyman. Usually when something breaks, I can fix it.
> My current goal is find adventure and purpose. I appreciate what I have, but I can't help but find myself bored- I want to do something, mean something. Becoming a knight or warrior to protect others sounds both exciting and meaningful.
> My secret is that my father is a cruel and infamous dark knight. My surname is a lie I tell to others to hide my identity.

S T A T S

[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ ★ ] S T R E N G T H
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] D E X T E R I T Y
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] V I T A L I T Y
[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] I N T E L L I G E N C E
[ - ] [ - ] [ - ] W I S D O M
[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] C H A R I S M A

S K I L L S & R E W A R D S

Skills & Rewards

Heat Resistance I
Passive: Dangersense - Urban
Passive: Identify - Metals and Ore
Passive: Identify - Tools
Passive: Identify - Weapons
Passive: Identify - Armor
Crafting - Basic Tools
Crafting - Metalwork Tools
Crafting - Weaponsmith
Crafting - Armorsmith
Crafting - Repair
Haggling
Shopkeeping
Fishing

C U R R E N T G O A L S & Q U E S T S

Goals and Quests

Rowan seeks adventure and excitement. He wishes to become an adventurer and a warrior.

I N V E N T O R Y

Inventory

[ Clothes ] Durable clothes of wool and leather. He often wears a plain shirt along with a thick leather apron and gloves.
[ Smith's Hammer ] A small, but sturdy and well built hammer meant for forging.
[ Waterskin ] For when you get thirsty.
[ Snacks ] it's simple food, but lounging in the sun always makes lunchtime special.

C O N N E C T I O N S

Connections

[ Name , Relation, Job. Race] brief description

Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

Had a thought about a blacksmith with aspirations of being a monster hunter or knight

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

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Blightbeasts came out of nowhere. It wasn't difficult to predators to hide in the tall grasses, it was like hiding in an ocean. Galahad supposed they should've been lucky not to have walked on top of them before they struck. Galahad barely had time to register what was happening before he saw a blur zipping through his peripherals. Throwing up the staff of his Halberd, only sheer training and reaction time allowed Galahad to lift his weapon to block the incoming gnashing teeth of one of the blightbeasts before they tore out his neck. Armored man and beast alike tumbled off the back of Korin and into the grasses below as Galahad kicked the beast away from him. The beast was a creature of eyes and teeth, roughly primate in shape, but small and muscular. There were also a lot of them. The beast Galahad had kicked disappeared into the grasses, likely to regroup with another beast and catch him unaware.

"Form up!" Galahad barked into the grass, "Don't let them surround you!"

Galahad's attention was drawn by the snarling of a few more beasts, turning his eye in time to catch a glimpse of flashing light and a head of blonde hair between the grasses. Dashing towards the noise, Galahad leapt into the air, his eyes spotting a pair of beasts harrying the party's white mage. Focused enough on the seemingly defensive white mage, the beasts didn't notice as Galahad's armored form came crashing down on one of them, the spike of his weighty halberd driving into its neck, the weapon crackling slightly with some sort of electricity. Black ichor like blood spewed from the creature's neck, painting Galahad's blue armor and halberd with black blood. Seemingly uncaring that its companion had been struck, the other beast jumped at the dragoon even as he grabbed Neve, sharpened teeth digging into the steel and leather on his forearm.

Galahad felt the heat of blood seeping into his leathers, but ignored it, grimacing as an armored hand struck the beast on the nose repeatedly. The creature was probably trying to tear his arm off, but a third strike to the head encouraged it to release its grip and jump back, rethinking its attack strategy, disappearing into the grass. Galahad panted with the exertion, his forearm tense and armor dented, small pools of red beginning to seep into the dark leather. It'd be difficult for the party to be able to spot these beasts from ground level, it was dark, and the tall grasses provided too much cover, making it was easy for them slip back and regroup. He needed to get above them, they couldn't fight the beasts if they couldn't see them.

"Are you alright?" Galahad grunted to the white mage, wincing slightly as his injured arm took hold of his weapon once more. Without waiting for an answer, his arm grabbed the young mage and he jumped into the air again, though not quite as high. They landed on the wagon, next to the moogle driver, where he deposited the white mage. "Safer for you here. Keep an eye out for us, don't move alone."

Despite the exertion, Galahad jumped again, rocking the wagon as he leapt high into the sky, his armor reflecting the light of the dimming sun as wind rushed around him. He couldn't fly, but he could certainly get higher than anyone else in the party. His eyes scanned the grasses below as his leap began to reach its zenith. While he couldn't make out individual beasts, he could see the trails in the grasses as they bend and folded underneath the weight of the blight beasts. A bit over a dozen of them, moving in groups through the grass, forming small attack groups to ambush his party members.

"Look for the lightning!" Galahad bellowed to his party members below. His halberd crackled as he pulled a bolt of lightning from it, throwing them at the packs closest to his party members. He wasn't a crack shot, he didn't expect the lightning to hit any of the beasts directly, nor kill them if it did hit. But in the dimness of the afternoon sun, the bolts were a beacon in the dark, notifying his party of the locations of the beasts.

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Hayakawa Kimiko

Kimiko had spent most of the morning unashamedly dazing in the classroom, content with staring out the window while the teachers droned on about whatever their particular subject was. Perhaps the teachers knew by this point in time Kimiko didn't really care to listen to them. At the very least she got her assignments in on time, that oughta be good enough for them surely. Instead, Kimiko spent a lot of her time doodling onto her desk, the edges of its surfaces miniature murals underneath her hands, still speckled and stained with bits of biolight paint she hadn't thoroughly washed off yet.

As the lunch bell rang, Kimi scoffed as Junichiro went off to go buy lunch- the boy had apparently forgotten his, again. The girl chuckled, shrugging off her bright red jacket as she hung it on her chair, picking up the worn bookbag underneath it. The bag itself was mostly empty save for the barest requirements, and of course her own packed bento- courtesy of gran. The bag was for the most part only weighed down by the collapsed hoverboard hanging off the back loop, a bright red Sunrider model, intricately decorated with biolight paints and adorned with a sticker of a black cat. Ever since she'd gotten it, Kimi had found herself reaching down to the bag and touching it every few minutes- as though to make sure it was still there, jealously guarding it from any potential theft.

Kimi chuckled and rolled her eyes as Junichiro soon returned with his apparently ill gotten gains: A trio of curry buns, an admittedly tastier prize than Hayakawa had anticipated. "Forget your lunch again? Starting the week off strong." The girl pushed her bento box into the center of the desk, revealing a packed lunch with plentiful- if simple foodstuffs. Fried egg and spam on a bed of rice, a small set of sausages cut and cooked to resemble little octopi, an assortment of steamed vegetables- almost as if the person who had packed it anticipated it being shared.

"Gran Gran wanted to make sure you were eating well, but it looks like you're doing just fine." Kimiko shook her head wearily, turning as she noticed Shinozaki approaching them. She gave the girl a faint smile, chuckling lightly as she commented on the poor sap that had his food taken away from him.

"Yeah, what sort of glutton eats three curry buns," Kimiko agreed cheekily, holding her hand out towards one of Oda's trophies, "Its a good thing Junichiro brought enough to share, right?"

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

ECHO DOMAIN - PLATFORM #2884

"Alert: Incoming fire. Advise: Take cover." Echo's voice notified the squad- a bit unhelpfully as bullets had already began pinging off his hefty armor plating. Comms were starting to scramble as the garbled voices of their allies made it hard to establish their status-one of the reasons why ECHO did not think highly of verbal communication. Luckily, his combat forms did not need verbal communication to spring into action. In the distance, the squad could hear the sound of heavy machinery and crunching trees as the Warform began advancing on the village, beam cannons cutting down trees as it stomped forward to get an angle on the village. It would take a few moments before the Warform was in a position to fire however.

These were seconds the squad did not have, as the Endoform looked up, noticing a blast of etheric artillery falling towards it. Without a thought, ECHO slammed it's shoulder into the comparatively flimsy wall of one of the nearby abandoned houses, busting through it and into the building itself to take cover from the incoming artillery.

"Advise: Warform approaching, stand by." ECHO notified the squad as he disappeared into the darkness of the building. In the house itself, the Endoform did not have any visual information on the locations of enemy, however, its two microform, perched on the side of the building and Rasch's back provided it with plenty of situational awareness, specifically the locations of his enemies and allies.

The microform on Rasch's back lifted its combination sensor/beam cannon, watching Rasch's rear and flanks as the man attacked, scanning for targets as well as providing the other forms with as much updated location data as it could detect. The Endoform pre emptively deployed it's squad shield and the Warform quickly began to crest the ridge to gain a line of sight on the village.

"Alert: Enemy in cover. Providing suppressing fire." came the mechanical call of ECHO's voice.

From within the walls of the house, a rapid spray of armor piercing explosive living shells began to punch through the flimsy material and track towards the direction of enemy targets, excepting the location where it's microform-and therefore Rasch was. The very foundations of the house shuddered and shook dust as the loud retorts of the multi barrelled autocannon echoed throughout it at a rate of approximately 2000 rounds per minute. The Endoform focused fire towards the southern buildings, it's Microform spotting for muzzle flashes and determining trajectory for the incoming enemy fire.

Yokohama Midnights | Persona

Hayakawa Kimiko

NAME: Hayakawa Kimiko

AGE: 17

GENDER: Female

ARCANA: The Magician

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Tall for a girl her age, Hayakawa possesses the build of one used to physical activity. She's lean and lithe, in fit shape but without considerable musculature or bulk. Hayakawa regularly wears a scowl on her face, combined with sharp facial features set on clear and clean skin, and amber eyes. Hayakawa dresses in street fashion when possible, and takes good care of her personal appearance, though not as meticulously as others might. Her dark hair is usually tied into a ponytail and she is almost always seen with her sticker covered hover board. She wears her 'signature' red bomber jacket at any opportunity, even over her school uniform.

PERSONALITY:
Confident, though not quite to the point of arrogance, and generally collected, Hayakawa carries herself with the air of someone steady and sure of themselves. Occasionally stubborn, and prone to being a bit hot-headed, with a rebellious streak a mile long and blatant disregard for authority, Hayakawa has earned a reputation within the academy of being a bit of a delinquent. She's loyal to a fault towards those who have earned her trust, even if she doesn't always agree with or even like them at the time. Hayakawa values freedom and hates being restricted, and has a tendency to lash out when she feels trapped.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY:
Born an only child, Hayakawa's parents separated shortly after she was born, and after a few years of struggling on his own, Hayakawa's father passed her along to her paternal grandmother to raise. Her grandmother did her best, and meant well, but the family was always busy and short on money, and the older lady was never able to keep up with a growing child. As a result, Hayakawa spent most of her time away from the house, getting lost in whatever she found herself in at the time, from gaming, to graffiti, hover board joyriding, skipping curfew and generally causing trouble.

While bright enough as an individual, Hayakawa never paid much attention in school. Scraping by with her education, only barely making it into Izumi Academy, Hayakawa has managed to claw herself back from the brink and regularly scores smack dab in the middle of the pack nowadays. A bit notorious for her poor relationship with school faculty, Hayakawa has gotten into trouble with the police more than once throughout her school career. Her poor reaction to the rumor mill and trouble with authority have earned her the perception of a delinquent and bully.

Doing her best to ignore the perceptions of others, Hayakawa spends her days interacting with the few people she actually cares about and skating through school, using socializing and gaming as a coping mechanisms. As paying for University is well outside of her grandmother's meager means, and the fact that she is expected to carry on the family traditions whether she wants to or not, Hayakawa's future remains a constant source of turmoil and dread.

TRIVIA:
Hayalawa's grandmother runs one of the few Shinto temples left in Yokohama, which she is expected to inherit the running of when she gets older. While not an ardent practitioner herself, several of her grandmother's superstitions have rubbed off on Hayakawa.

Somewhere on the temple grounds, Hayakawa ran into a small black tuxedo cat and the critter has followed her everywhere ever since. Hayakawa has named him Merlin.

Hayakawa will take her hover board everywhere she goes, regularly using it instead of public transportation. The piece is highly modified.

Hayakawa's most recent obsession is biolight grafitti tagging. More easily cleaned off than regular paint, but bathes the streets in bioluminescent neon lights.

OTHER: Hayakawa's game of choice are typically games falling into the JRPG genre and old Final Fantasy games.

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Yokohama Midnights | Persona

For your perusing-

Bad attitude, bad bitch:

Hayakawa Kimiko

NAME: Hayakawa Kimiko

AGE: 17

GENDER: Female

ARCANA: The Magician

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Tall for a girl her age, Hayakawa possesses the build of one used to physical activity. She's lean and lithe, in fit shape but without considerable musculature or bulk. Hayakawa regularly wears a scowl on her face, combined with sharp facial features set on clear and clean skin, and amber eyes. Hayakawa dresses in street fashion when possible, and takes good care of her personal appearance, though not as meticulously as others might. Her dark hair is usually tied into a ponytail and she is almost always seen with her sticker covered hover board. She wears her 'signature' red bomber jacket at any opportunity, even over her school uniform.

PERSONALITY:
Confident, though not quite to the point of arrogance, and generally collected, Hayakawa carries herself with the air of someone steady and sure of themselves. Occasionally stubborn, and prone to being a bit hot-headed, with a rebellious streak a mile long and blatant disregard for authority, Hayakawa has earned a reputation within the academy of being a bit of a delinquent. She's loyal to a fault towards those who have earned her trust, even if she doesn't always agree with or even like them at the time. Hayakawa values freedom and hates being restricted, and has a tendency to lash out when she feels trapped.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY:
Born an only child, Hayakawa's parents separated shortly after she was born, and after a few years of struggling on his own, Hayakawa's father passed her along to her paternal grandmother to raise. Her grandmother did her best, and meant well, but the family was always busy and short on money, and the older lady was never able to keep up with a growing child. As a result, Hayakawa spent most of her time away from the house, getting lost in whatever she found herself in at the time, from gaming, to graffiti, hover board joyriding, skipping curfew and generally causing trouble.

While bright enough as an individual, Hayakawa never paid much attention in school. Scraping by with her education, only barely making it into Izumi Academy, Hayakawa has managed to claw herself back from the brink and regularly scores smack dab in the middle of the pack nowadays. A bit notorious for her poor relationship with school faculty, Hayakawa has gotten into trouble with the police more than once throughout her school career. Her poor reaction to the rumor mill and trouble with authority have earned her the perception of a delinquent and bully.

Doing her best to ignore the perceptions of others, Hayakawa spends her days interacting with the few people she actually cares about and skating through school, using socializing and gaming as a coping mechanisms. As paying for University is well outside of her grandmother's meager means, and the fact that she is expected to carry on the family traditions whether she wants to or not, Hayakawa's future remains a constant source of turmoil and dread.

TRIVIA:
Hayalawa's grandmother runs one of the few Shinto temples left in Yokohama, which she is expected to inherit the running of when she gets older. While not an ardent practitioner herself, several of her grandmother's superstitions have rubbed off on Hayakawa.

Somewhere on the temple grounds, Hayakawa ran into a small black tuxedo cat and the critter has followed her everywhere ever since. Hayakawa has named him Merlin.

Hayakawa will take her hover board everywhere she goes, regularly using it instead of public transportation. The piece is highly modified.

Hayakawa's most recent obsession is biolight grafitti tagging. More easily cleaned off than regular paint, but bathes the streets in bioluminescent neon lights.

OTHER: Hayakawa's game of choice are typically games falling into the JRPG genre and old Final Fantasy games.

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Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

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A busy night brought a busy morning, as the remaining members of Team Kirin saddled up, with chocobos courtesy of the Castle- and Leonhart by extension. Having learned from their prior experience, Galahad spent the night resting in his armor- or at least part of it. The plates still came off, but at least for the foreseeable future, it appeared that Galahad would be living in his dragon-leather under armor. It was lucky then, that he had two sets of the leather armor, though its original purpose was to have a spare set if one was damaged, not to be nightwear.

While the rest of the remaining Kirin members mounted up on their new Chocobos, Galahad was greeted by his ever-present companion, Korin. Like many of the chocobos afforded to nobility and Leonhart’s warriors, Korin was a bird of the silver-gray variety, a crest of patchy grey and black, and its slightly more soft feathers noting it as a creature born of Edren’s north instead of its southern heart lands. Like Galahad, Korin bore plates of blued steel on its head and chest- though this was more for display than actual protection. Korin, while brave and steadfast in its own right, was no fighting mount.

The roads eventually gave way to a familiar sea of tall emerald grass, the mountains of his home bordering the edges of the earthen sea. Galahad breathed out a sigh of relief, almost glad to be back on the road again. As much as he loved his cousin, visits to Balmung were always a bit exhausting. Far too busy for his liking- ironic because Midgar was often louder and just as bustling with activity.

As both the newly appointed leader of their little expedition- and most familiar with the path back home, Galahad found himself at the head of their party, occasionally glancing back at the others. Their number had dropped from its original ten, which was both a curse and a blessing. A small group moved faster and more quietly, and was easier to maneuver both into and out of trouble, but now they had considerably fewer blades and resources at their disposal. Still, they’d have to make do with what they had- at the very least they hadn’t been beset by disgruntled members of the Unicorn party as soon as they left the gates. Not yet anyway.

Galahad looked down at his mount as the bird began coasting off to the side, a bit concerned at Korin’s sudden lack of focus, but relaxed as he saw what the bird was doing. The large chocobo was apparently curious about one of his new traveling companions, or maybe he smelled something- as the creature began poking its beak at one of the saddlebags of their resident White Mage.

”Korin.” Galahad chided the chocobo, ”Stop being nosy.”

To Neve, Galahad offered a small chuckle. ”I think he likes you. Or maybe he's hungry.”

”How are you holding up?” Galahad asked, frowning slightly. It wasn't hard to see the concern on his face, the white mage seemed tired- understandably so. ”Last night was busy, wasn't it? ”

Neve pulled her gaze away from the scenery in front of her and towards the armored chocobo that had strafed near hers. She blinked as the bird prodded its smooth beak against her saddlebag, a motion that had drawn a strained giggle from her lips as she reached forward to stroke its head. For some reason, his feathers felt abnormally soft beneath her fingers, at least, compared to her own chocobo. She wondered why that was so.

A more hearty chuckle left her as she reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a small clump of greens. ”Sharp little chocobo.” Neve smiled at Korin and held out the bushel of gysahl greens towards him. Of course he was hungry. He had been walking for a while, after all.

Galahad’s words made her jump a little; she didn’t expect to be spoken to. Nevertheless, her smile became more warm in the face of the dragoon’s presence. ”I’m alright… last night was busy, but it isn’t something I’m not used to.” She glanced away, her smile fading for just a moment, before she returned her gaze to him. ”How are you faring? Well, I hope.”

”Well, we’ll doubtlessly be relying on you a lot as we move along.” Galahad replied, pulling off his helmet to get some air. ”Healing artes are incredible, my brother had a knack for magic, myself well- not so much, so I just stick with this big stick here.”

Galahad chuckled lightly, sighing a bit as he looked out at the emerald green grasses ahead of them. It shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise that the mage had seen her fair share of hardship- he’d expect not much else from a group of individuals brave- or foolhardy enough to embark on a journey far from home to fight an enemy they didn’t know the nature of. There was a short silence for a moment, as Galahad took a glance back at the rest of their party.

”I’m a little anxious, to be honest with you, the responsibility of a half dozen disparate personalities weighs heavy.” Reaching beneath the armored cap on the top of Korin’s head, Galahad scratched at the top of the large bird’s headfeathers. ”It's easier to coordinate folk when they all do what I do. Nowadays, I’m more used to just telling Korin what to do- at least the bird always listens to me.”

Neve nodded solemnly at his first statement. She was an invaluable asset merely because of her ability to use white magic. People told her that nearly her entire life. When he mentioned his brother, she perked up a little. His brother knew magic? She wondered what kind of spells he knew. Perhaps he was even a mage– or even a white mage like her. What would the odds be? She bit her tongue when he continued speaking and announced his anxiety over his position. That was right… they had assigned him as a sort of faux leader for the time being. That was what she remembered.

”I don’t blame you. Responsibility such as yours would weigh heavy on anyone’s shoulders.” She gave him a more genuine smile as she continued with a light-hearted voice. ”Just don’t let it get to your head too much, lest you get yourself sick with worry. If that were to happen, I’d have to shoulder your burdens, and it’ll be quite a messy situation.”

She tipped her head at him as she pondered what he had said before. ”Your brother knows magic?”

Galahad chuckled a bit at Neve's comment, nodding in good humored agreement, though he grew quieter as the white mage brought up his brother. It was less an upset quiet and more a wistful one, as Galahad shifted in his seat.

”Yes, my younger brother, Gerant, was part of the Edren Hospitalier Corps- heavily armored medical troops. He was a bright one, a bit eccentric.” Galahad grimaced a bit. ”I never really appreciated him or his abilities when we were younger. Now he's gone. He was lost in the fighting with Osprey.”

Her face immediately fell at his words. ”O-oh, I’m… I’m so sorry,” Neve murmured as she turned to face ahead of her. Already, she could feel her face grow hot as she swallowed the nervous lump in her throat. War really was a cruel thing. For a moment, she wanted to tell Galahad that he should take comfort that his brother was at peace and rest within the lifestream, but she remembered that most people didn’t take solace in such a fact. ”I didn’t know.”

Galahad offered Neve a warm smile, even if it had hints of sadness behind it. ”I know. That's why I told you.” Galahad chuckled reassuringly. ”I miss him, but then I meet kind hearted folk like you and Arton, and I start thinking he never really left. I think Gerant would've liked this party- mostly.”

His kind words were enough to allow her to settle down. Neve softened her grip on her chocobo’s reigns and her knuckles ached in gratitude. ”Such kind words…” Neve’s smile returned, albeit much more muted than before. She kept her vision on the horizon, not daring to look back at him as of yet. ”I’m… glad you appreciate my company. The last thing I want is to be a bother.”

”No bother at all, I'm glad to have been able to catch your ear while things are still calm. Better than trying to find you while I'm hurt.” Galahad replied honestly. Spurring Korin slightly faster, slowly bringing him back to the lead of the party. He turned to glance back at the young white mage, a faint, soft smile on his face, helmet held above his long head of hair, ”Don't be afraid to call out if you require assistance in the future. I'm but a leap away.”

Galahad snorted lightly, obviously entertained by his own pun as he slipped on his helmet. Tuning into the conversations of the others in time to hear them mentioning Midgar as a next step. While it felt weird returning home so soon, it was a good place to gather up information on Valheim held Osprey in relative safety. They wouldn't have to worry about the locals being unwilling to aid them either- his family had lorded over the town for generations now. Incidentally, Galahad made no adjustments to his course. He may have been subconsciously leading them towards Osprey by way of Midgar already.