Zapdos

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

@Saiyan if Zell doesn't suggest my team name idea now I'll be very disappointed :P

Escape from the Prison Mine

@Fetzen it is, yes! Feel free to submit a character sheet and I'll be happy to answer any questions you may have.

Escape from the Prison Mine

@ProxyInc we discussed the changes needed on Discord, so you're approved!

Escape from the Prison Mine

@Expendable yeah, the second option is much better, actually. As long as the noble isn't part of the ruling family, I see no narrative conflicts. Sorry you have to rework your CS, but there were a few major things that wouldn't be plausible given the setting.

Escape from the Prison Mine

To the people accepted, I'll PM you a link to the Discord! We have lots of great characters, I can only hope my roleplay lives up to them.

@ZapdosThere you go, bossman. Let me know if anything needs changing.

Titus Hart CS

In the dreary stone cell, the big brute known as Kruger recited his message while [NAME] Titus Hart scrawled the words in the form of a letter. The [AGE] 21 year old often provided his services as a scribe to other prisoners - an easy way to gain favour with the right men. Kruger had influence due to his time served and his effective ability to beat the living shit out of most who stood against him.

"And errr... just... I love you... n all that."

Titus looked up at the man, the usual dispassionate expression on his face. "Perhaps something a tad more endearing would be better?" Kruger's quizzical reaction only made him look dumber than usual. Titus elaborated, a performative tone reminiscant of the stage.

"My love for you defies the heights of mountains and the brights of stars,
Let it be your warmth until I have you in my arms."

Kruger's face lit up. "Ooh, that's fancy. She'll like that - put that."

Titus scrawled the last of the letter and signed it with Kruger's name. Then folded the paper in two. "I'll make sure the guard gets it."

[APPEARANCE] Standing up, his 6' 1" height had Titus at eye-level with the thug, although at 170lbs and no skills in combat, he wasn't even close to having the same kind of presence as Kruger. Nonetheless, he had something of an aura of his own. He kept himself well groomed - a blade for shaving, water to slick his hair and clean his face. Even his prison garmants seemed better-kept than most around him. And his fearless, piercing gaze never wavered. Even when he first arrived at Northern Redemption District and was intimidated and bullied to no end.

"What do I owe you, Titus?" Kruger asked after patting the younger man on the arm with a meaty hand.

"Nothing for now, I may come to you for a favour another time," was the reply. "Just continue to keep your goons in line, if you would be so kind."

Kruger nodded briskly. He turned to leave, but paused and turned back, deciding to finally ask what he'd been wondering for a while. "Your face don't fit in this place. Where'd you come from, eh?"

[BACKGROUND]Titus sat back down on the edge of the bed and crossed one leg over the other. "I was born to Penelope Hart and some horny nobleman. I grew up in Richmond - hardly rich, to be perfectly fair, but what small town is. Had a good childhood, a close relationship with my grandmother, a small band of friends. Left town when I was 16, went to the city to seek my fortune - and fortune I found. And enjoyed. Until it came to an end."

"How'd you end up here?"

"Failed heist on the Golden Sun's Treasury." Kruger's eyebrows shot up, impressed. It was always so weird to Titus to hear prisoners be impressed with grand failure. The bigger the failure, the worse your sentence, the more impressed people were. Stupid. "The city tax house. Was going swimmingly well until one of our team doomed us all by... well... a chain is only as strong as it's weakest link. The details are inconsequential now. We were arrested, sentenced and split up. I was sent here with a life sentence to serve."

"You must have some skills then, being in that kinda game, eh."

[CLASS AND SKILLS]"Me? I'm but a simple alchemist. I'm familiar with mixtures and compounds for healing, poisoning and other delights. But my main role on in our gang was on matters of explosives." Titus looked up at Kruger to gauge his reaction to this. Long had the prospect of escaping this prison mine been on his mind. Kruger may be another valuable ally in this endeavour (he'd already met other interesting characters who he'd marked as such.) Kruger didn't react in any particularly notable way - he was impressed and surprised, as to be expected. "Anyway," Titus moved on swiftly. "We will be late for supper, should we get moving?"

@Saiyan

Great work as always! Titus is accepted.

Mhin

Name: Mhin.
Age: Unknown (close to 20 – 22)

Appearance:


Personality:
All assassins need to be vicious and cruel…. Well, not this one. Mhin is the definition to wolf on sheep’s clothes. Seems cheerful and even a little naïve, with her big smiles and clear eyes, makes you want to protect her and keep her away from the cruel world. But in reality, she’s much sharper than most, with a temper of a goblin and a sailor’s mouth, her words are only as sharp as her blades and as harsh as stones. She would smile at you cutely while slashing your throat. Passion and courage with a dash of sarcasm is the perfect doze for trouble, and despite the fact that she did train being the “perfect assassin” she is still young, which tends to come with little to no patience; it is not that she goes through live looking for trouble or fights, but she doesn’t back down from a challenge nor a fight. Whether you’re a woman, men or troll, she’ll take you just to shut you up.

Using people and throwing them out is the things she had to learn in the company of the assassins, so she does that without a second thought, always expecting people to stab you in the back is actually the best way to preventing that from happening —at least, that’s what she believes—. Always keeping people at arm’s length, not looking for company or understanding, but peace and money.

But past the harsh exterior, you’ll find a lost girl that had to learn to punch back. Loyal to the ones she considers her peers; she’ll have your back whenever you need it. Lonely, who most of the time still sees the weakly street urchin she was when looking in the mirror —which is why she lashes out when provoked— exhausted to always having to prove a point.

Backstory:
The first memories she has of the world, are of a damp and humid alley. Shadows and hunger clung to her, just as the smell of rotten food did to her rags. Her feet always hurting from the harsh streets and her eyes hollow, voided of life. She used to ask her self why some people had so much while she had nothing, why would she be destined to a life of poverty and hunger when there were people fatter than the pigs at the butchery? Life wasn’t fair, so why should she just root with the rest of the orphans on the street? Those thoughts are what got her into stealing from the travelers who were camping in the forest near the village where she lived, becoming more cunning as time past, until one day she targeted a bigger fish than she thought.

The crow could’ve killed her without a thought, but she had impressed him not only by her being as silent as a breeze, but also because of the courage —or stupidity— she had on targeting someone like him. So, he offered her the chance of being part of the assassin’s group, and since the alternative was either that or die, the child accepted, the rest is history.

The last step to becoming a full-fledged talon of the Crows.
She had been in training and had already participated on a few missions her self —as most street urchins that caught the Crows’s interest— but there was only a few selected that got the chance to actually have a meaningful place amongst the assassin’s group, even fewer made it to a full Crow —the leaders and very top of it all—. The last mission was always a mystery, but she could never have expected it to be that hard; One moment she was dinning with the rest of the rookies and the next, she was being dragged to the very entrance of the prison mines, with only a small note hidden away on her undergarments that read: ”Good luck”.

Luck was not going to get her out of there. Luck was not what had gotten her to be taken by a crow when she was but a meekly little girl with big eyes and fast hands… no, luck was a bitch.
Class: Assassin.
Notable skills or abilities:
- Stealth, she’s as quiet as there is, merely a breeze of the wind or a trick of the eyes.
- Flexibility and good at climbing without support.
- Good with blades and throwing knives.
- Close ranged combat.
Anything else:
- She’s 5’3 which makes her great for small places and faster than the big guys.
- She’s terrified of any type of spiders.
- She suspects there is someone from the assassins guild in there with her, but knows she only must escape.

@Tora

Accepted! I'll probably PM you at some point regarding that mission to talk about any plans you may have.

@Zapdos - for your consideration.

Cailin

Name: Cailin

Age: 21

Appearance

A half-human dark elf, skin the color of bluish-gray ash, eyes bright as blood, hair like a moonbeam. Of course, she doesn't quite look as nice now as when she was captured. Her head is locked inside an iron helmet, all one can see is her red eyes and chapped lips. She's thinner now, wiry from the work in the mine, her nails torn and jagged, her hands rough from the mining labor.

One might mistake her for a child, as she's shorter than the others.

Personality: She's wary, preferring a corner at her back, sleeps in a corner, keeps to herself mostly, speaking as little as possible (her words echo in the helmet), slow to trust. Sounds tired (the seal of the Dead God does that to the magic-inclined), prone to sarcasm (and the occasional scream-fest, which most can barely hear but echoes for a while in her helmet.)

Backstory

The mage Zamyer, bearing some sort of grudge against the kingdom's rulers (taxes, code enforcement, labor relations), decided to take over the kingdom by producing his own crown prince. So on the prince's wedding night, he was bespelled by a dark elf enchantress, who delivered seven months later a crying half-human baby to the wizard.

"This.. is a girl," Zamyer scowled.
"Ah, I wasn't sure you knew the difference."
"But I wanted a boy!"
"The magic ensured a shorter pregnancy, not the sex of the child."
"But what am I to do with... this?" he demanded angrily, poking at Cailin.
"Not my problem. Pay me or regret it."

The girl was fobbed off on Mrs. Green, the housekeeper, who named her Cailin. She was raised in the tower, seeing people only at a distance when the sun went down. Eventually the wizard had his Man at Arms / army scout Briggs teach Cailin how to be a thief, in case she proved useless in his takeover bid.

His man, however, drank far too much one night in the town's tavern and told the towns people everything. Word soon reached the king, who dispatched riders to capture Zamyer and the half-princess. When the king and queen saw her, they realized Cailin had the family resemblance. They chopped off Zamyer's head for his part in the plot, but could not bring themselves to kill her. Instead, they locked her in an iron helmet to hide her face. To ensure she could not use magic, they impressed the seal of the Dead God into the helmet.

They then sent her to prison - but instead of a tower off the coast, the guards delivered Cailin to the mine instead - getting free beer and a bribe.

She's been a prisoner here for three or four years now. Or was it five?

Class: Rogue (thief)

Notable skills or abilities:
She can see in the dark, climb, swim (better without her helmet), pick locks, disable traps, fight with a short sword and dagger, throw a knife, shoot a bow, use a sling, and hide herself.

Anything else: Light-blindness. Guards cover her helmet on bright days to get her to the mine.
She's can't hear too well in the helmet.
Seal of the Dead God saps at the wearer's magic.
Dark elves are not the most trusted of people. They're only up at night.

@Expendable

I'm kinda confused, though I admit that could be from all the CSes I've been reading. Why is her magic sealed and how did a random mage make a dark elf baby from two humans? That could be an iffy thing due to some of stuff for the royals I have planned.

and done thought of complicating it and adding more info and data but i am the sort of guy who makes simple stuff and then let is grow complex as the story goes by.

Vígdís

Vígdís

Age: 19

physical description: Vígdís is 1.6 meeters tall and has a low weight, her body has rough skin tanned, burned with many marks of whips and her musclues are low. She is also more thin but more agile then her peers.

Personality: Vígdís is young while many would tell that in her age she would be rash and prone to stupid decisions. Something she does but unfrotunetly most of the time is the oposite raised under the whip and the blood hound she is quiet and timid and prone being scared easily.

While her world is one of darkness she dreams often and is curious and even ambitious especialy when dealing with her other gift of magic and sorcery a blessing by the gods according to her people something information she is limited to gain information but she stills seeks fervourishly. One thing she bottles up in her soul is extreme anger against her captors a hatred unable to be extinguished.

Backstory: Vígdís is considered one of the few who were born in slavery compared to captured, warriors, cultists, mercenaries, criminals and many others. She was born in shackles her tribe was raided and her mother was carryng her at the time. She soon was born in the mines and since infancy was grown in the darkness seeing little of the sun, moon and stars which were considered sacred by her people.

Growing up hearing tales from her mother and the few people that was from her culture allowed her to speak the language of the Úgraklenian clans and with it she also grew up discovering something else. Magic in her blood awoke what her people called the call of the ancients a power focused on life and what is called dead magic a extremely religious symbol for the Úgraklenian tribes which was imediatly locked behind a necklace with a gemstone blocking her powers causing a small riot that killed her mother and most of her tribe leaving her mostly alone.

Growing up in the mines she saw her new family as nothing more then just the few friends she made after the disaster and the last remaining members of her tribe before they got moved. With the whippings and beatings she soon grew to be quiet and silent to many but still very attentative and curious her powers still fuel her curiosity and her ambition some say. The guards especialy try to make sure she uses little of her powers since for then the gift as it is called is believed to be incredibly dangerous due to its potential.

As her adult age began she still works in the mines but dreams now of the futuer and leaving and returning to her homeland to where her family was before she was born here. To learn of her people and to learn more of her powers whatever the cost may take and whatever fate and destiny the gods of above tell her to do for it.

Class: Sorceress The powers of a sorcerer are of unknown origin and limit, controlers of a mystic energy called the Aether that lies within then. The usage is considered dangerous but powerfull capable of doing nearly all with enough training and mastery one can be powerfull. But at the same time one can grow sickly from its effect and according to some worse.

Notable skills or abilities:

Fire Magic: A very easy skill she managed to adquire early on especialy fueled by her anger. A power centered around the control, creation and usage of flames and fire albeit limited. Its growth has incresed recently thanks to her training attempts even if sparks the power is increesing.

Healing powers: Mostly focused on her own body the power can heal her body from wounds and stop bleeding she can also focus said power into others albeit it is limited thanks to her collar. Healing others is still quite weak compared to her incresed resilence but she still is increesing her abilities in that front.

Darken mage: A form of control of shadows that she uses for puppet shadow shows in free time for fun. At the same time it is also considered a more dangerous form of power since usage for her has prooven to cause her to be sick from overexposure compared to her others powers.

Agility: (not magic) While she may look week, thin and only usefull for her magic skills she is quite agile and dextrous.

Anything else: She wears a collar that restricts her powers and has a pendent around her wrist with the symbol of the moon,sun and stars mixed into one.

@DX3214

I'll have to send a PM regarding your CS so we can discuss it without cluttering this thread.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Adam rolled his eyes at James' jokes; that really wasn't his sense of humor. Still, it seemed like at least the resident teleporter laughed at them, so it wasn't a waste. Something to get their mind off of the recent tragedies, he supposed. The Druid did agree with the Cleric about moving forward though. Even if he got kicked off the team, the red-eyed man knew he would continue to do whatever was right. Then the battle leader asked everyone if they gained anything after the crystal shined purple. It was something to consider-

Or, it would have been, if MacKensie's arrival and Lillianna subsequent bursting into tears didn't distract the man. One more thing I failed at, he thought, she needs support right away and all I can do is awkwardly offer water. Adam picked up her staff, at least wanting to be able to be of some help to the woman. When she was done crying and ready to move, he would return it to her, along with offering to be there to talk if she wanted. That would be a good way of being supportive, yes. 

Unless she needed anything, Adam intended on walking in silence for the rest of the way to their destination. That is, he intended on walking in silence until he heard Zell's question.

"Do me a favour. Could you jump in that in that river over there and start drowning? Don't worry, I'll save you... I think... I just need a little motivation."

The Druid raised his eyebrows at this, quite restrained compared to what he was actually thinking. Is he an idiot? Looking at the river to see an old man with gray skin and pointy ears swimming in it, there seemed to be little risk of drowning, even if the man wanted to risk his life that way. The swordsman seemed to prudently change his mind before Adam could say no to his idea, instead asking how to activate his powers.

Ah, the teleportation. Yes, that was quite relevant. Adam took a moment to think about how to best answer the question, then spoke. "My ability is pretty straightforward. I think about what I want to happen in my head, and I apply…magical energy? For lack of a better phrase, to the place I want it to happen at. Then it happens. Take a look." The man pointed to a nearby windowsill; there was a small potted plant on it, one that looked almost dead. He used his magic on it, pretty effortlessly compared to what he had done in the Hillocks, and it returned to life, now looking like a silver and gold pinwheel if they had green vines to hold them. What an interesting plant. I'll have to look into other plants native to this world, the man thought.

Returning to the question at hand though, Adam resumed speaking. "Of course, there's a lot we don't know about magic here; our magics could work in completely different ways from each other. Maybe you have to be in the state of mind you were in when it happened, or maybe you can only teleport once a day, I don't know." The Druid shrugged his arms, as if to emphasize that last point. More cheerfully, he added "but look where we are! If you can't figure out how to teleport on your own, someone in the Adventurer's Guild probably knows how."

Escape from the Prison Mine

I'm just posting here in case I need to use this space later.

Escape from the Prison Mine

To everyone that was approved, I'll send you a link to my Discord server! I have used it for multiple RPs in the past, so there'll be old chats and such, but you can ignore those.

A big happy giant arrived! Like I said, very simple, but I do like to reveal more of the character in-game. Has plenty of room for development too since, you know, he's just a simple man.

The Bear

Name: Maxim Chevalier AKA "The Bear"
Age: 32

Appearance: He's a large man standing at 6 feet 8 inches tall and 400 pounds. Maxim looks pretty gruff with his long brown hair and full beard, and is also quite the hairy man, hence why he was nicknamed "The Bear" in his village. His body structure is pretty thick, and while he may appear burly, this man's fat hides strong muscles that would put most men to shame. His bright green eyes seem to almost shine with positive energy, even in the darkest of hours.

Personality: Maxim is a very simple man. Eat, work, drink and sleep was his routine from an early age as the son of a blacksmith. He's a man of duties with a good heart. While he's quite the simpleton and uneducated, he his hardworking and stubborn. These traits served him well to learn about the trades of a blacksmith and a builder. He may come across as naïve, as he sees the good in everything until proven otherwise.

Backstory: Maxim comes from a quaint little farming village. A quiet place with no noticeable trait that made it stand out from other places. The village provided tribute to the kingdom in forms of harvest and crafted goods. Our giant of a man was raised as the son of the village's blacksmith, and so was given the great responsibility of learning the trade to take over his father's duties when older.

There isn't much of notice to tell about Maxim's life. It was quiet, life was good.

Until a drought struck. It lasted the whole summer. The fields were barren, the livestock died from heatstroke. The village was destabilized. They couldn't pay their tribute that year. A few meager coins couldn't possibly pay off an entire village's debt. And so, some villagers were taken as slave for compensation. Maxim was one of them. He was sent off to the mine.

Class: Maxim is but a peasant. A very strong peasant.

Notable skills or abilities: While he has no knowledge of magic or fighting, Maxim is very, very strong. He's also gifted with great endurance and toughness. As the son of a blacksmith, the bear knows his way around tools and metals to do the job. He's also quite adept at being a lumberjack and a surprisingly good carpenter. You can rely on this big man to craft and build what you need, or take apart anything that requires brute strength or some tools.

Anything else: Please give this man a shield you'll get yourself a walking tank 😅

@Riffus Maximus

I like Maxim! One thing to note, when he escapes he might have to leave his fellow villagers behind just for plot mechanics, although that isn't set in stone. Is that something you would be okay with? You could change the CS to Maxim volunteering for the mines to spare his fellow villagers, if you want. In any case, your CS is approved!

There is my shot at the bard character.

Kristo Vosu

Name Kristo “Silver-Tongue” Vosu

Age 28



Physical Description Stands at 6’2 and weighs roughly 165 pounds. He’s a more athletic-leaning build but doesn’t do much to really tone it up except for keeping himself looking good and healthy.

Personality Kristo is someone that probably can talk his way out of anything if the other person is of average intelligence. His nickname “silver-tongue” comes from his charming demeanor and the way he deals with his words and situations. For some reason, he is usually great at distractions and getting out of situations.

Other than being charismatic, Kristo is somewhat of a goofy character that tends to have a welcoming and friendly personality. He loves telling jokes that most people would find dumb, maybe offensive, and most of the time get him punched.

For some reason, getting punched for his jokes is not enough and he will randomly state the obviousness of a situation.

Other than being somewhat of a charismatic dumbass, Kristo can barely tell the truth, especially to people he doesn’t trust. He has been called a pathological liar a few times in the past but he just claims it is for his own protection and maybe a slight hobby.

Warning, he can be very emotional and his mood can switch to whatever he needs at that very moment. Hes’ an actor, what can he say?

Backstory

“It all started on February~” looks down “Oh? We are starting around the prison mine? Not the birth of me. Okay. I see.”

Dramatically clears throat.

“Okay so this is how it went…

I was in a bar somewhere in Folgehallow? Furhowl? I cannot remember the town but does that really matter? I didn’t think so. There were these three guys across the bar talking about a poker game and oh my god. I would have to tell you the prettiest lady walked by and I completely got distracted. I mean so distracted that I had to walk up to her and say hi and she clearly hated me. I continued to shoot my shot.

Get to the point? Okay. Okay. Just settle down.

So after being backhanded by the woman and getting a drink poured on my head. I decided to walk over to the table that was speaking about the poker game. A big gambling event was happening that next Saturday and damn, it sounded good.

I ended up playing poker with the three gentlemen, amazing guys, but they figured out I was swindling them and you know? You know. You know… They were not happy about it. They were more or less pissed off you could say.

I could say a few more words about the tall skinny one but I will keep those to myself. Between you and me, a girl could punch harder than him. But don’t record that back to me.

So, after I got done swindling them and beat. I still got the majority of their money. I know. I know. I’m good at what I do but I was heading towards that gambling event like tomorrow was yesterday and yesterday was never going to happen.

I wasn’t going to arrive at the event location till the night before so I have three days ~ Oh? You just want me to skip to the event location and why I ended up in the prison mine. You are no fun, you know that? Anything I say will be used against me? Are you a guard or something? Wait! Stupid question. You are clearly a guard, you were the one that brought me here to the mine. Why am I answering these questions? You should already know, you and your friends arrested me.

Ow! Not so hard. I could have sat down by myself. Okay. Okay! I’ll continue at the event location just show a little patience. Gosh. You must have grown up in a barn or something.

Oh? You did. I mean. That’s wonderful! Good for you!

Oh, oh no. I wasn’t trying to offend your mother or father or family. It really is a good thing you grew up on a farm. Who needs the educa~ Okay. I’ll continue my story.

So, where was I? The girl at the bar was beautiful… That’s too far back? Okay. Okay.

I got to the gambling location and you know, I make an honest living most of the time and I didn’t realize these guys were real ballers, per se. In the middle of the poker game, I did a few tricks by then but I think one of them started catching on.
I ended up getting called out and I tried detesting the claims. They were not true one could say. I believe the real reason I ended up here is because two idiots tried grabbing me and I jumped onto the poker table, ruined everything, and got caught. After I got caught, you two idiots~ I MEAN GUARDS. You lovely, lovely guards. You realized I was wanted for a swindle back in… in… Shhhh. I think, what? Oh, yes. Ridges Gate. How could I forget that place, it made me rich.

Then you figured out my face was placed around a few other places too and now I am here and what are my charges? Se-Several years you say? God. That sounds too long. Can we figure out something? Maybe?

No! No. I’m not trying to bribe a guard at all! I have nothing you say? I do have things. You should visit my house down south in Portage. You would love the scenery. You probably would look great with a tan. Amazing even. Girls would love you. Strong muscles.

Oh? You have a wife. I- I mean, what a lucky girl. You, sir, are a very lucky man. I tried the commitment thing a few times and I can tell you, it-it is hard. It’s exhausting.

Oh? It’s time for me to switch to prison clothes? Okay. Let’s do this thing! I bet it is a party there. God these two suck…

I DIDN’T say anything! Nope. I’m just being…me? Myself. Pretty great, I have to be honest.

Okay. I will shut up now. I rather not be beat.

Okay. I’m shutting up. You don’t have to tell me again.

Sorry. I'll be quiet now.

Class Bard

Notable Skills and Abilities

A fantastic master musician that knows how to play several instruments. He would say the has a pretty decent singing voice as well which isn’t inaccurate.

Has a way with words to help him get out of most situations unharmed or be a distraction. He hates being a distraction for many reasons.

Is actually really good at his “magician tricks” when it comes to getting ahead of the game and earning more money at gambling games and the like. He is actually very talented at gambling games without the tricks.

He is great at networking. For some reason, he somehow knows everyone in some way shape or form. Most do not have good things to say about them but he has done a lot for others. Plus he always remembers those I.O.U.s

Kristo is actually an amazing cook and somehow is great at fishing and sailing as well. If you need a captain to captain the ship or row a simple rowboat, he is your man. He will get tired from the rowboat tho.
Fishing and sailing have given him amazing knot-tying skills and he will tell you all about it. He loves showing off the “undoable” knot to people.

He knows how to navigate on and off-land very well. He can get you from point A to point B without much issue, usually.

Also has been told he has a pretty face and a great smile. Kristo believes that counts as a great skill.

Anything else Kristo has very sensitive ears. He hates the sound of silverware scratching against a plate or bowl or whatever. He will tell you he hates it too. Plus the sound of someone biting the silverware, the noise of their teeth meeting the metal is torturous to him. He will whine about it.

@Zora

Approved, very amusing CS!

@Letter Bee you can still lurk, sure! I understand life being busy and wouldn't want you to have too much on your plate.

Color me super intrigued by this premise! Thought I would slide this in. I hope everything is alright within it. Tried to do something different. Let me know if I need to change anything or if it doesn't work. I'd understand. It's weird.

Mortika d'Arce

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_______________________________________________ "Our consciousness cannot grasp its own end, despite being fundamentally conscious of death's inevitability. To understand it, is to experience it. And to experience it is to be unable to speak of it." N A M E ⋮ Mortika MORT d'Arce A G E ⋮ 102 R A C E ⋮ Elf C L A S S ⋮ Necromancer A P P E A R A N C E ⋮ Mort appears to be in her mid to late twenties, though the graying of her naturally peach-colored skin may tell a story that she's older than she appears. She stands no taller than a human but is not lithe nor dainty. She has broad shoulders that extend to strong arms, a body that has seen hardships, fingers that were once clawed at the end but have been clipped--yet they still retain that feline grace, and the legs of an acrobat. It's evident that she's had to pull herself out of situations through the will of her body alone. Her hair is the color of a tidewater pool and just as glimmering. Though it may have lost its luster beneath the mines. Her irises are the hue of milky tea, not blending in with the bright sclera but counter to it. Her long ears are elven in nature and were once stamped with gold. Her nose is aquiline but reflects well on her sculpted face. A septum piercing at the end drips into her bow-shaped lips. Sharpened teeth are on the other end, cosmetic but still capable of doing damage if she bit into you. She walks with the confidence of a cat and the curiosity of a bear. There's no subtlety to her movements. They demand attention and get it. P H I L O S O P H Y ⋮ 1The ambiguous nature of the body may be formulated in a number of binary oppositions. The body is both the Same and the Other; both a subject and an object of practices and knowledge; it is both a tool and a raw material to be worked upon. The body appears to oscillate between presence and absence, most paradoxically in intense feelings — feelings as sensations and feelings as emotions. The body seems to be simultaneously the subject of highly articulated utterance and yet at perpetual risk of disappearing from our awareness.

P E R S O N A L I T Y P E R S O N A L I T Y Mort doesn't speak unless she is spoken to. Yet, she may take any passing comment as a formal address. She has a curt, sharp way of talking that doesn't do well to enamor her to anyone. She's quick to insult, and even quicker to laugh in most macabre situations. There's always something unsettling in the way that she acts. Yet, don't take that odd nature to be bravado. She's aware of lines, and she draws them in the still sands of her mind. She's gotten by in her life by pretending to follow the moral compass that everyone holds aloft as being even brighter than the sun. Only in the dredges of civility will she let loose the thoughts that bubble in her brain. She also has a tendency to talk to someone named Bertrand. It's hard to tell if he's a ghost, a figment of her imagination, or a tactic to unsettle those around her. She's creepy--yes--but you have to ask yourself how much of that is an act to be left alone. Also also really likes to rattle off about philosophy. B A C K S T O R Y B A C K S T O R Y Mort couldn't begin to tell you how other elves act. What their lands are like. What beliefs that her people subscribe to. What she knows is that she grew up in the cult of Messengers of the Black Sign. Born on a fortuitous day amidst a wellspring of a blight. Neither of her parents were elven, and as such, were not her blood and flesh. Yet, she did not belabor that fact. They cared for her and loved her like any would their child. She was held up as royalty within the small cult that had settled in the swamp town of Torniko. Torniko had sunk ten times over, and each time the cult had rebuilt the town on the wreckage of it. It was the Message's Will. It wanted them to be here. So, underneath it were catacombs that housed not only its previous denizens but its culture and knowledge as well. A wealth of information that Mort endured the perilous adventure to drink up in her youth. What did the Messengers of the Black Sign believe in? Well, they believed in the nature of the body, and the sheer confoundingness of its binary nature 1. The Black Sign was a map on how to form a bridge between the Same and the Other and create a being that is aware of both its body and its spirit at the same time. And what they discovered was the only way to achieve that, to achieve enlightenment, was to supplant the soul back into its body after it had departed. Like being born anew in the flesh that is familiar. The spirit has already perceived what it can without the body. So reunited with the body, it could perceive multitudes. That's how Mort came to know necromancy. And it's fair to say her entire ideology and the town's worship of such a belief was quite the black mark upon them. They were attacked in the middle of the night, the village burned as its denizens slept. Mort had been away in the catacombs, looking for an old manuscript she'd seen in her youth. When she emerged from the depths to all the death and carnage, something in her snapped. So, she summoned up her abilities and awoke the now-dead cultists to fight on her behalf. As revenge? Maybe. One couldn't say she was powerful, more than she had the numbers to create a distraction and flee the ruins of Torniko. Rumors would say that she killed them all and danced on their bones. The reality was that a few were scratched and scraped, but the only ones left dead were the villagers. So, Mort ran, and ran, and ran, and found companionship in new faces that she met. Slowly, she started to build back up the cult, becoming its matron--its princess. They hadn't done anything wrong, but probably holding service in the catacombs, speaking of raising corpses, and "fixing" the duality of their nature by dying didn't sit well with people. So, of course, she'd be caught, shackled, and thrown into the mines. Who was she hurting? No one, she thought. But some higher power probably took offense. They always did. So, here she was sent to rot. Ten years grinding away at gold, and quite content to defame it with her fingers. A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S NECROMANCY: The only magic that Mort can tap into. While the goal of the cult was to create lich-like creatures out of its members, she really can only bring up mindless denizens to do her will. The fresher the corpse, the harder it is to control. Animals are easy, and her preferred method if they are around for her to use. She can also sense the life force around her, allowing her to see enemies before they see her. Unless they have ways of masking it. SPEAK WITH THE DEAD: Part of her necromancy, Mort has the ability to speak with the spirits that are sans their bodies. She can't converse with ones that have moved on, ones that don't wish to speak to her, or those that she doesn't share a language with. While she can passively see ghosts that wish to be seen, it takes quite a bit of effort to actually speak with the ones that she's not established a previous report with. And even then, some spirits can hide from her, and make it so that she's not aware of their presence. ANATOMY & PHYSIOLOGY: It's not a medical version of this, per say, but it is knowledge of the body and how it functions. She could probably diagnose a broken bone, and tell you how to put it back into place. But she isn't going to tell you how to fight infection, staunch the bleeding, or deal with the pain. ARCANE KNOWLEDGE: Mort read a lot, and a lot of that reading was about magic. Again, she can't perform anything beyond her necromancy, but that doesn't mean she can't read magical symbols or mystical languages.

@psych0pomp

I like your CS! Religion and the government of this continent are very much intertwined, so any cults will definitely be crushed and crushed hard. I'd imagine living in a swamp would be a good way to stay "off the radar" until they weren't. I'm not sure if we need to PM about that in further detail, but if you have any questions, please let me know. I will say though that Mort should at least be relatable enough to make friends with the other PCs, for plot reasons and group cohesiveness. It's a brutal environment in the mine and everyone needs to have a plausible reason to trust everyone else in the group. That isn't enough to reject the CS though, just something I wanted to mention. You are approved!

@Tora should be fun! As I mentioned, I don't mind multiple people of the same class, so you can't really call dibs. I would just remember that you're not going to have any weapons right away.

@DX3214 when you are done with your CS, let me know and I can evaluate it properly.

Escape from the Prison Mine

@DX3214 if you have something in mind, post it here I suppose. If someone else has a really compelling concept for that class, it may be worth deferring to that, but I don't have a problem if two people are the same class. It would be boring if everyone was a mage or something, but I doubt that will happen.

Saiyan is thinking of an alchemist character, by the way, in case anyone else had that in mind.

Escape from the Prison Mine

I was very inspired today and wrote the OOC! It is located here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/190563-esc…

@Saiyan @BaileyBlue302 @Letter Bee @DX3214 @Tora @Zora @Riffus Maximus @Skwint

I'm looking forward to writing this RP!