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Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

The Next Step

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Auriel felt better when Fer placed his hand upon her shoulder and again showed his gratitude for her being with them. She gave him a light smile and nodded before looking to Cole. She didn't know where the bespoke cave was, thus she couldn't really be of much help in tracking Rayla down. "Rayla will likely go to ground when she hears, or rather, doesn't hear about her mens' success here. She'll be difficult to find without a skilled tracker."

She was glad to return to Melromarc however. The energy from all of the activity in every direction did well to lighten her mood. It was always a wonderful feeling to return from battles and see people who haven't been affected by conflict. She knew that the first wave would change that. It'd be a quick and harsh realization that the end truly would be near. Morale would become resource to be managed by the powers that be. And as the waves would progress, it'd only become more and more scarce. Auriel was taken out of her reverie of the waves when she and her companions were taken aside by another mysterious woman. She watched the woman cautiously, still not entirely convinced by a simple signet ring that she represented the king. The same thoughts from before crept into her mind. Why the secrecy? Why the veiled messengers? Such things seemed odd for a royal assignment.

Auriel was hoping the woman would have valuable or actionable information about Rayla, but she only reaffirmed what they already knew. Rayla would be a challenging fight, and they'd need more hands. Precisely what they had returned to Melromarc for. At least they received confirmation that Marcino's drunken arse was still planted at the same tavern they had first met him at. Auriel still wasn't all that fond of Marcino. Perhaps it was just his jaded and grim perspective of life and death that left a sour taste in her mouth. But she had to concede that he was a valuable ally to have if they were going to track down Rayla Winters. Auriel kept her mouth shut, however. She had learned that her personal commentary was stepping on their room to make their own decisions and their growth as heroes. She'd begrudgingly accept Marcino along in this endeavor without complaining.

As the heroes both spoke with the woman, her mind drifted back to the impending waves. Would they be ready? Would Flin and that bratty Matsunaga both be ready as well? She sure hoped so. If the skirmishes with the hordes had taught her anything, it was that the monsters and fiends had no care for the skill of their opponents. All they cared about was violence and wanton destruction. Ultimately, it was the waves that mattered. They were the entire reason why Cole, Fer, Matsunaga, and Flin were summoned in the first place. "You two should go and see Marcino. I need to visit the cathedral and look upon the Dragon Hourglass. It would be a grave mistake to lose sight of our greater purpose."

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

@GingerBoi123@Vietmyke@theyra@DrRtron@Lucky

The intro post has been created!

After Action Report

- High General Ephraim Quaid signed off on a Top Secret file from the Vigil
- He sent an Aesir to find somebody in the city before something happens
- Resistance leader Kaidan Malcador had his magicar fixed while listening to a news broadcast about strange earthquakes
- Asgardian patrols and checkpoints are high in activity
- Kaidan will be late to the meeting at Baron Hesser's manor

Changelog

[12/12/2020]
- RP started

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

Chapter 1

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Ephraim Quaid sat in his office, his body slouched back and his feet crossed far in front of him as he stared out over Asgard's newest conquest. What a prize it was. His sharp eyes traced over the brass and copper skyline as it wrapped over the horizon. Thousands of kilometers of urban sprawl was now Ephraim's finest achievement. Despite the sheer size of the city, Ephraim had managed to take it in only a matter of days, with minimal loss of life. It was a strategic masterpiece that would go down in the history books as the perfect example of military invasion. Ephraim knew this brought him one step closer to reaching the top of the Asgardian military, not just this mighty legion. But there was one thing holding him back, a stain on the Quaid name. And that stain was somewhere in the seemingly infinite streets of Tyberia. Ephraim furrowed his brows as he mulled over something, "Where are you..." Ephraim said to himself, tapping his index finger upon his high cheek bones as he thought.

He could see everything from his personal aerial warship. But despite everything being in his view, the details were easy to miss. He cruised at a comfortable altitude of five thousand feet above the highest towers of Tyberia's city center. He was always bothered when a cloud passed over his ship, how dare they. Asgard had mastered nature, yet for all its power, a simple cloud obscure Ephraim's searching gaze and push him back into his office space. Ephraim let out a sigh and span his chair to face his desk again. Papers and classified documents were strewn about his desk. Yet, despite the chaos, there was a very clear method to the madness. He knew exactly what to grab and where to find it whenever he needed it. Ephraim eyed the most prominent folder front and center on his desk. Stamped in large, red, superimposed letters across the front were the words 'Top Secret' and 'Privileged Eyes Only'. The folder had a wax sealed that was stamped with the emblem with the emblem of a Zephyr's eye. The Vigil. The seal had long since been broken by the General. But it couldn't wait any longer.

Ephraim opened the folder flipped through the sizeable document inside. He sat back in his chair again, reaching into his desk to pack tobacco into his ornate pipe carved out of wood from Yggdrasil itself. Ephraim took a puff and pressed down on a buzzer. In seconds, an elven secretary walked through the large doors of his office. "Yes, General? Is there anything you need?"

Ephraim looked at the secretary as she stood straight and proper at the door. "Let us begin."

The secretary watched as he signed off on the top secret document. She quickly stepped forward and resealed the file, then left the room with it at an expediated pace. When the doors closed, Ephraim was bathed in sunlight as his ship cruised out of the clouds. He span in his chair and looked out over the city again. Smoke drifted from his nostrils as he stared out the window, once again lost in thought. While he stared in the distance, a voice spoke up from one of the many sofas in his office. "Are you sure this is the right decision to make, Ephraim? While he's down there somewhere?"

Ephraim didn't turn his gaze from the window. He simply puffed again from his pipe. "He made his choice."

Ephraim heard the figure in his room pull himself up from the sofa. His heavy, plated boots clanked on the marble floor. It approached him from beyond his desk and leaned forward. A stack of papers falling to the floor. Ephraim looked over at the fallen paperwork. He'll have his secretary pick those up when she returns. Now that Ephraim had invested energy in turning his head to the paperwork, he committed and span once again to face to the Aesir. "Find him before it happens, James."

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"Goooood morning, Tyberia! It's your favorite broadcasting orc, Rok Grom-do reporting live from the Printing Press! Now... I know what you're all thinking. It's the same thing that I've been thinking all day! What on Yggdrasil was with those earthquakes last night?! It's the talk of the town today, I was almost late for the show because every co-worker and their dogs wanted to talk to me about the quakes. While I don't have any answers to give, I can however tell you that a dwarf-gnome team of experts are launching an expedition beyond Tyberia's undercity to investigate the strange quakes. The leading theory now is that those pesky ratoskr folk blew something up again, but I'm sure we'll know for good in the coming day-"

The radio was switched to a different channel. Kaidan Malcador rolled his eyes, "I'm surprised Ada herself didn't choose to be the host of her company's radio show. Everyone knows her voice is as sweet as honey. Instead we get to listen to this brute's voice every morning. Can't stand it."

Kaidan opted to read off of the news paper to get his information, picking up the crumpled cluster of folded paper. "Come on, Malcador, what do you have against orcs?" his mechanic said as he pulled himself up from the magicar's motivator. He was a human, thirty in appearance.

Kaidan bent the newspaper backward to stare at the mechanic, "Nothing. But you have to agree with me that they don't have the prettiest voices. Why not a pointer? Or even just a regular joe?"

The mechanic shrugged, "Who knows. Ada works in mysterious ways after all."

"Hardly mysterious, Ada's using that orc because he's simple minded and easy to lie to." Kaidan said, flipping the paper back up to keep reading.

The mechanic closed the hood of the magicar and leaned against it while wiping his hands with a rag, "Sheesh, almost sounds like you know her. Say... You're a man of high stature... Do you actually know her?!"

Kaidan nodded slowly, glad that the paper hid his head from the mechanic's view. The mechanic blinked when he didn't get a response from Kaidan. "Right, well... Your magicar should be good to go. But I want to test drive before I sign it off back to you. Could take a while, need me to give you a lift somewhere? I know how busy you've been as of late."

Kaidan's eyes traced over the articles in the paper for a while longer before crumpling it back up and tossing it aside. He got up from his seat and climbed into the back of the car. "I have a meeting at Baron Hesser's manor today. Take me there."

The mechanic climbed into the driver seat, "You got it boss! Hey, that actually sounds kinda nice. When are you gonna put me on your payroll, Malcador? You got way more money than that crusty old stubber. A man's gotta eat, y'know!"

Kaidan watched out the window as the magicar backed out of the garage and into the streets of Tyberia. "I'll consider it when you stop asking so many questions."

The mechanic stared back at him through the rear view mirror, "Come on, Malcador! You know I'm just naturally curious."

Kaidan looked back at him through the mirror, "You're also a loud mouth who can hardly keep anything quiet. And I for one value confidence."

There was a long and awkward silence that followed. Kaidan preferred that though. As they drove through the streets, he saw many Asgardian patrols on the sidewalks pestering and practically interrogating people. He look at his stopwatch to check the time, seeing that he might be late for the meeting. Great... Worse yet, there was an Asgardian checkpoint coming up. "Go the long way. There's some extra sap in it you."

"Damned Asgardians... They sure are making life for the average citizen difficult... Why don't they just move onto the next city and let us go on with our lives?"

Kaidan shrugged as he continued to stare out the window. He looked up, seeing the large imperial warship looming in the sky above the city center. "Who knows..."

After Action Report

- High General Ephraim Quaid signed off on a Top Secret file from the Vigil
- He sent an Aesir to find somebody in the city before something happens
- Resistance leader Kaidan Malcador had his magicar fixed while listening to a news broadcast about strange earthquakes
- Asgardian patrols and checkpoints are high in activity
- Kaidan will be late to the meeting at Baron Hesser's manor

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Rites

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Auriel looked over the aftermath of their skirmish. She had seen violence before, and on a far worse scale when the hordes attacked. She was rather desensitized to it now, especially after having her own close brush with death. She heard Fer ask if she was alright, which made her golden eyes turn from the bodies that lay at her feet to the shield hero. She smiled faintly and nodded once, "Yes. Are you?" Her words were soft, perhaps even a bit pained that things had gone this way. She did warn the bandits, yet still...

When Fer patted himself down and appeared healthy, Auriel let out a breath of relief. She looked over to her other charge, the sword hero, and saw that he was having troubles coming to terms with the death he had dealt. Auriel walked over to Cole and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. As Fer had felt earlier, her touch was energizing. Any scrapes and cuts that Cole might have unknowingly endured began healing slowly. Auriel's hand wasn't meant to heal, though it sure was a handy addition, rather it was to calm him. "They made their choice, Cole. And, as cruel as it is, better them than you. Your fate is for a higher calling, theirs on the other hand..." She looked sadly at the dead bandits. "I will give them their last rites... To prevent their souls from suffering more torment after death."

Auriel's hand left Cole's shoulder, along with that energizing sensation. She stepped in a rough middle-point between the staggered dead and held her hands together softly. She closed her eyes and tilted her head forward, while her wings spread out wide. Despite the sun being gone beyond the horizon, Auriel was as radiant as ever. The only thing marring the angelic sight was the spatters of blood spread across her white wings. "Heroes of Olde, forgive the souls I send to you this night... Their path turned to darkness, but now they see only light. With my battle ended, there is no more reason for hatred. Only sadness and regret that more life was lost... I beg you, Heroes... Watch over them as they find their new paths at your sides."

A golden radiance similar to the light she emanated when summoning the Bright Lance enveloped her hands, and quickly spread out to the dead bodies. They glowed for only a few seconds, before everything went dark again. Auriel let out a long breath and folded her wings back. She opened her eyes and looked back to Cole and Fer. "We can rest assured now that no one will be tormented by their spirits."

Auriel could feel a frog in her throat. The last time she had delivered the Rites of Passing was after a particularly violent skirmish with the Hordes. The troops she was with that day were almost entirely consumed by the Horde's rage. She remembered one particular soldier, a boy just barely past his seventeenth nameday who had gotten his parent's permission to become a soldier. She didn't know the young warrior very well, but his death was particularly hard on Auriel. She had seen so many orphans grow too old to remain under the Church's care, and march off with a sword in hand to far off battles, only to never be seen again. Auriel cleared her throat to force the hard feeling back, and found her steely resolve again. "Our hunt has only just begun. Rayla Winters is still at large. We can't stop here, not yet."

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Oh my god I'm sorry! I totally forgot to post x.x

I can get one tonight after I've finished my day up.

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

@Andreyich I'm always accommodating for new CS's, though it might not be approved into the RP right away. But given that you'll be busy until the end of December, I imagine we'll be down a person or two to make the room. Feel free to draft one up!

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

Bailey Hart

Appearance: Hart
Name: Bailey Hart
Age: 32
Race: Human.

Personality: Bailey Hart has one defining characteristic and that he’s very nice. Anyone that meets him would quickly understand that Hart is a gentle person. There is also the fact that Hart has a big dislike for any kind of violence. “We’re civilized people, not thugs or criminals,” as commented by Hart himself. Hart is very egalitarian as well, seeing no other race as inferior or superior to each other. Bailey never likes to see others in pain and will seek out to heal or aid them in any way, if it is his enemy, “I am the child of the Mother, and all are equal under her eyes.”

Backstory: Bailey Hart, also known as Father Shepard, has no memory or knowledge of his own parents or where he was born. He only remembers being dropped off at the doorsteps of a small Iuduns church, called Eplon, belonging to the House of Paupers within the Dreisal district (known as the poorest area in the Lesser Kingdoms of Asgard.) Growing up within the Eplon Church, Hart was well taken care of, and more importantly was educated in the humanities, theology, and maths. A very rare and lucky person Hart was for such a privilege, given how poor Dreisal was. Not surprisingly, Bailey quickly gained a strong moral-compass rooted in egalitarianism because of his education and life in the Eplon Church, combined with the fact that the church was also a-part of the House of Paupers. Early on, around the age of 10, Hart was “gifted” the task of aiding book-keepers in handling inventory. For one reason or another - likely the fact that Hart developed a talent for logistical work over time - stayed at his post, promoted to higher positions over the course of his life.

The Eplon Church did all forms of humanitarian efforts in the Dreisal district, and were a part of a bigger series of different churches that were affiliated with the House of Paupers. By the age of 23, Bailey Hart had his work cut out for him, managing the vast inventory of supply used for feeding, clothing, and aiding the poor. Humanitarian charity was the normal ordeal for the Eplon Church, and Hart was very happy. Bailey felt that he was doing Mother’s work, and his good deeds have gained Bailey Hart good reputation among his co-workers and wider district among many others, especially the poor. What else could Hart ask for in life? Well, of course, this is not the end of the man’s story. This is merely the start of it. Later in life, Hart relocated to the Tyberian port city, more or less to aid the urban poor and to explore the world a bit more. While in Tyber, Hart got wind of alleged corruption from the House of Paupers but never did any heavy research into the subject, too busy to do so. Co-siding, a new political ideology was getting massive popularity among the workers and urban poor called Socialism. At first, Hart became a simple detractor of it. Too radical for him to fully adopt, but as Hart spent more and more time with the poor and average worker, he became more understanding on why it was so popular, and soon became a decent supporter for Socialism because its values and beliefs aligned well with his Iuduns faith.

Time went on and Hart became dissatisfied with the House, feeling that they were not really fixing any of the issues of poverty, and instead just provided short-term solutions. Not only that, Hart became sympathetic with the Tyberian cause, soon becoming quite the anti-imperialist and advocated for self-determination. Because of Hart’s association with politics and more so with a rising new radical ideology, Hart was forced out of the House of Paupers. Of course, Hart’s work is yet done. Hart started to stage peaceful protests against the occupation of Tyberia, along with advocating for workplace democracy, end to the wage system, free housing, and many more radical ideals for the time. Hart has, and still to this day, distaste for violence. Even when he joined the Iuduns Socialist Party (ISP), he was not keen to commit to a violent uprising. Hart was not as radicalized as some would think, but things might change his mind later down the line. Eitherway, Hart gained a senior position in the ISP as a-part of their logisticial division that manages inventory and transportation of goods. Never in his life would Hart think that he would be in politics, but that seems to be a falsehood. Hart soon became a public figure in advocating for Tyberian self-determination, Iuduns, and socialism all in one package. Hart never engulfed himself in any kind of violence, for he believes that it is below him to do so. He believes that a peaceful transfer of power can be done by non-violent means, and we’ll see how that turns out.

*Iuduns is a faith based on a woman, who’s name has been lost to time, instead is just called Mother. She is largely based on legend and myth as she is dated back some 20 centuries ago, and any detail on her is merely just guesswork with what text or lore there is. The basis of the faith is very egalitarian and sees power and wealth as absolute corrupting powers. Instead, a person can find true faith and spirit in the easing of pain of the suffering and aiding those less fortunate than you. If one stays true to that then one can ascend beyond and gain higher knowledge and understanding in the world from the acts of good.

Skills and Abilities: Legendary Theology - “Faith is the strongest tool and weapon in the arsenal of men and women. For when there is God on your side, there is nothing that you can’t do in pursuit of justice against evil. I have combed through almost every piece of text and lore in pursuit of unearthing the truth of Mother and the higher powers above. For I am the servant of Mother and her justice.”

Master Logistician - “My time in the Eplon Church and elsewhere has given me great talents in managing the transportation of goods and keeping stock of inventory, along with the proper protocols and procedures on how to properly handle issues and mistakes that might arise from the complex nature of moving bread from field to storage.”

Accomplished Politics - “For when the House of Paupers abandoned me, I felt betrayed. There, I understood that higher moral ideals did not appeal to them. I forged my own path, one infused with the faith of Mother and one with the ideals of a worker revolution.”

Equipment:
N/A

@Dog

Alright, so I'll start by saying this character is an improvement over the previous one. But it still has some of the same nagging issues that I had pointed last time.

- First off, while I like pacifist characters, I feel that, given the theme of this RP, it doesn't make much logical sense for him to be kicking off the second Tyberian Revolution with the others. The enemy is hostile, and historically the Revolutionaries have risen up with violence to cast out tyrants in their city. As a pacifist, there is little this character can influence on the major set pieces of the story which are the Resistance Operations that the player group will undertake. These operations are, more often than not, violent in their intent. Bearing that in mind, this character would once again be sidelined for the high points of the RP. Pacifists do have a place in this world, just not really for the particular subject matter of this specific RP.

- Having a logistician is also fine, though it once again is a role that would be better suited for an Ally/NPC. Given that there are some logistics in this RP, it does make sense to have a character with some knowledge on it. So that is a good thing in itself, but it does then step on the idea that the group should find ways to manage their resources by assuming authority over it. On that, resources and logistics should be compartmentalized and handled by the subject matter experts (i.e. manasmiths would know best what to do with mana crystals, gnomes would know best what to do with machinery, etc.). So taking agency as a logistician, when viewing it from that perspective, diminishes the role and might not offer a very wholesome experience for you. Additionally, it would also be a difficult thing to properly, and compellingly roleplay over a long term.

- I'm honestly not too much of a fan of the political aspect. While sure, it'd make sense that a time of innovation also sees the birth of more modern political structures, it really doesn't have much of a place in the narrative of this RP. It was would be overshadowed and quite frankly, cast aside by much larger problems (going to avoid spoilers but the stakes are higher than one might think). Plus there is an intended end for this RP, and I'm really going to drive home the focus on the resistance and their attempts to liberate the city so there isn't much room to squeeze in additional politics beyond what is already in my plans.

Much of this could be mitigated in a change of some finer details in his personality. Perhaps he hates violence but views it as necessary when his idea of faith is obstructed by another power (such as Asgard). It would make him more zealous, and thus a bit more extreme in his religious faith in the way you originally wanted, while also making him less of a paperweight on the Resistance Operations. To expand on that. Perhaps he views the Asgardian's worshipping of the Zephyr as heretical and blasphemous, and that they've forfeited their right to live in the eyes of the Mother, and so Bailey acts on his authority as a Holy Father to execute them. Maybe while he was a Pauper Knight, he spent some time in the Warrior Caste, or possibly even just trained in it, so he knows how to fight, or at the very least defend himself. For Bailey's socialist political views, a simple line of text can be put in his personality to reflect his political stance, but it admittedly wont play a very important part in the overall story.

I definitely don't hate the character, and I want to point out that there are some aspects that I do really like. I love the idea of a religious zealot. I like characters who have a biased view of the world and its organizations as it makes a more believable character. I also really like the idea of a scholar who has read every bit of text to try and uncover more truth about his goddess. These are all things that I as the GM and architect of the story can use to involve your character a lot more. So I would definitely encourage you to stick with this character, only to change certain aspects to better fit the theme.

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

@vancexentan I can pump one out this weekend!

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

Just bumping this thread to prove it still lives. For those still interested in joining, the cut off for character sheets is Friday. There is also a discord server for this where pretty much all of our communication is happening.

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

Ilya Scarborough

Ilya Scarborough

"A war can change with a single bullet."

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Name: Ilya Scarborough


Age: 94 in Human years


Race: Elf


Personality: Ilya is a quiet, reserved individual who usually speaks with a tired voice. This can come across as being rude to some but the matter of the fact is… he is just that tired. However, he is as reliable as they come and is an elf of their word. Out in the field, his silent nature conveys a steely determination to see his objective through, and cold calculations much like a machine. Ilya’s mind is always looking to find the most efficient, effective way to achieve his objective… being personal is neither efficient nor effective to him. However, if you can catch a quiet moment with him, then he may be more open to conversation.


Backstory: Ilya is a Tiberian, born and bred. His parents had both lived in the city for most of their lives, Ilya’s Mother being an accomplished Manasmith and his father a high-ranking officer in the Tiberian Military. During his childhood, Ilya’s father would take him on regular hunting trips in the elven woods. This would be the start of Ilya’s training in marksmanship and would become a major part of him throughout life. Even at an early age, Ilya displayed incredible talent when operating a rifle. While his Mother would’ve preferred an arguably safer life as a Manasmith, Ilya adored the life his father lead much more and would enlist in the Tiberian Military as soon as he was able to.

Ilya passed training with flying colors, showcasing exemplary skill in marksmanship, scouting and reconnaissance. This fast-tracked a young Ilya straight into sniper school where his talent was fine-tuned and polished into a truly terrifying skillset. It seemed like barely any time had passed, and already Ilya was being deployed with his sniper rifle in hand. For the first few years, Ilya was posted at the borders of Tyberia, being sure to safeguard the state from a slew of potential enemies and invaders. While there was not many conflicts, Ilya showed efficiency in taking down any threats that came under the scope of his rifle. This, as well as coupled with his quiet nature, earned him the nickname “The Wall’s Last Whisper.” However, he was simply referred to as “Whisper” to his allies. Very rarely was he deployed beyond the wall but his training afforded him the knowledge he needed to combat enemies in a variety of environments and weather. However nothing beat experience.

However, his duties were changed when the Lord Tyrant came into power thirty years ago. Ilya’s sniper was pointed inwards upon Tyberia’s people and he went from a watchful eye of the border guard to a mysterious assassin. At first, Ilya refused to co-operate but his father had retired from frontline duties due to injuries sustained on a secret mission, so his family made easy bargaining chips to the new regime. Reluctantly, Ilya swallowed his pride and further underwent training in CQC, Stealth and Assassinations. He learnt how to quickly take down unaware enemies, but his true talent always shined from afar with his sniper rifle. When the Tyberian Revolution began, Ilya was one of the first to join and used his intel to assist the first revolutionaries put Marcus Walden in power as well as using his new skills against the people who gave them to him in the first place.

Ilya was quick to get back to his post at the wall, and he was welcomed back but there were few that looked at him with different eyes. Those who knew what he did under the regime. Time passed on, and Ilya continued his duty as “The Whisper” until Asgard came. Prepared to fight off the invaders, his heart sank as the orders to surrender came down from command. Ilya gathered his belongings and was about to find his parents to flee Tyberia but they refused. Ilya’s parents, despite his Father’s injuries and Mother’s lack of combat experience, saw themselves to the protests and riots against Asgard’s occupation. They became the first to go.

Ilya mourned the death of his parents, swearing that he would not let Tyrants rule him again. He deserted the army and disappeared without a trace. Now, with rumours of a new revolution on the wind, the Whisper returns to the light so he may help the revolutionaries from the shadows.


Skills and Abilities:
Accomplished Sniper – Ilya has had many years with his sniper rifle and knows the inner workings of it like the back of his hand. He wields his rifle as if it was an extension of himself. He can take down targets up to 800 metres with ease, however he has one confirmed kill that broke 1000 metres. His patience and dedication means that he can commit to staying in a single spot for hours at a time, no matter what the elements are, so he can take the perfect shot.

Adept Scout – Ilya has great skill in remaining undetected while scoping out prospective battlefields or high value targets. Watching from afar, Ilya can recognise points of entries, number of hostiles, defences and vantage points he can utilise. He can sketch a map from memory and has learnt how to traverse over different environments so he can reach the spots he needs to so he may fulfil his duties.
Professional Assassin – Sometimes you must get up close and personal to achieve your objective. Ilya uses the element of surprise to perform physical takedowns and can do this in both a lethal and non-lethal fashion. However, if the fight becomes more head on then Ilya would begin to have troubles.

Journeyman Gunsmith – While his expertise is in bolt rifles, Ilya can use his basic training to perform maintenance on a variety of bolt type weaponry. He is not versed in fully automatic or mana type weaponry and he can not perform complex repairs or upgrades.

Novice Manasmith – Ilya only remembers his brief lessons his Mother taught him. This is mostly due to his Elven heritage that he has any sort attunement to Mana but it is very entry level.


Equipment:
Silent Rose – Ilya’s most treasured possession. Silent Rose is a Bolt Rifle with an effective range of 800m with a detachable 3.5x scope. It can fit five bullets into a fixed magazine that is loaded individually. It has been handled with the utmost care.
Thorn – Ilya’s combat knife which he always keeps on hand, even while sleeping. Also taken care of, it saw a lot of use in the Tyrant’s Reign.
Binocular goggles – Ilya’s scouting Binoculars. Usually hanging around his neck or on his head when deployed, it is his most effective tool when scoping out a target. It has variable zoom up to 10x and was created by the talented Winston Wicklowe.

@GingerBoi123

Very much like this character! Haven't had a sniper in any previous Yggdrasil RP before, so this will be fun to work with. Tiny, inconsequential nitpick that doesn't change the outcome, a few of your Tyberia's are spelt as 'Tiberia', while some others aren't. But I ain't no English teacher, just thought I'd point it out instead of dock you marks. :P

Ilya is APPROVED! Move him to the Character's tab!