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Space Quest - New Beginnings

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yeah I wanted to wait on apoalo to post again but I will get another post tomorrow either way

A New Home for Humanity (Sci-Fi RP)

im interested

would you have all characters start out as leaders of their own kind of tribe?

Sci fi questing adventure, small crew wanted.

Im interested in the captain or weapons guy

Greetings!

Hey Aaron welcome to the site! Looking forward to seeing you around =)

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I qq@Emma

Here is a link to another similar rp with many woman characters. I havent read it yet but maybe you can get some ideas from the female characters there :)

roleplayerguild.com/topics/99016-the-…

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Women can also help with the infirmary, there are bound to be some wounded. And gather the families in the keep like cersei did in the battle of the blackwater.

Tyrion is coming too so they need to set up the feast and make sure everything is presentable like when robert came to the north in the first episode.

The lady of the house is also running things now so she needs to deal with the daily things the lord is usually responsible for.

Yoy can also talk to hannibal about being with the forward camp if there isnt much opportunity to help the lady, if the lord would let his daughter so close.

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Lyonel Waxley

Lyonel Waxley

Appearence:

Lyonel is a tall young boy with a fit body from years of paging and squiring as a ward to his lord. He wears his knightly armor everywhere he goes trying his best stand tall as the other soldiers that often surround him, despite most often being the youngest most inexperienced person in the group.

Title/Position/Alias:
Lord Lyonel Waxley, Knight of the vale, second in line of succession to heir Wickenden and House Waxley.

Age:
16

Bio/Personality:

Lyonel was born a middle child to Edmund Waxley in the port town of wickenden. As a child he had always been unruly and spoilt. He often took his status as lord for granted and fought the other kids. Something that regularly got him way over his head in trouble. He was lucky to be supported by his older more reasonable brother, Edmund Waxley 2nd of his name. He adored and respected his older brother to the point where he was the only one that could ever reign him in when he was being abusive or otherwise misbehaving.

Eventually he grew so abusive that one fateful night, a little after his eighth name day, Lyonel mortally wounded one of his fathers wards.
A House Shett lordling from Gulltown sent to foster with his family. The altercation happened shortly after the Shett boy had bested him in archery practice. According to witnesses Lyonel allegedly stole two real swords from the armory later that night and prompted the boy to fight him to the death.

The outrage of the murder led his father to plead his advisors as to what he was to do with his problematic son. It was not until months later that a large shipment of candles on it's way to the northen nobility had been stolen by smugglers that his father found opportunity.
The shipment was stolen from a port in Snakewood so he would persuade House Lynderly to take Lyonel as their ward and forgo the repayment.
Both to strengthen their alliance and to bring a semblance of peace to his own household.

Upon arriving to Snakewood, Lyonel quickly found out that House Lynderly's town was not the same playground he had been used to back home.
He was not entirely welcome in the castle and his brother was not there to protect him anymore.

What followed were many years of hard lessons and beatings as both page and squire to Terrance Lynderly, the heir of House Lynderly. Even though he was a lord he was never accepted by the Lynderly's or the other lordlings at the castle but instead left mostly to socialize with the older guardsmen, cooks and men on the docks.
As time went by he would spend near all his time outside after he finished his duties. Learning the hard way that he could not disrespect the other kids at the docks without being on the receiving end of a painful and disgraceful beating, or prank the guardsmen without being tied to a flagpole overnight.

With the patience of his foster parents, coupled with his persistent dream of being a true knight, he found his place within the town. Lyonel learned to point his reckless behavior in the right direction. To fight for the weak instead of abusing them. He learned to take his training as an honorable knight of the Vale seriously and temper his insolent behavior against those he considered lesser than him.

During early adolescence when serving as a squire Lyonel accompanied a detachment of household guards on a patrol to investigate rumors of a shipwreck at the fingers.
They would come to find pirates gathering wood for their damaged ship, and planned to ambush them while foraging.
Lyonel proved himself worthy in the coming fight by slaying one of the combatants that gravely wounded his lord. Then afterwards taking a leading role in the battle by rallying the soldiers in his lords absence and organizing them against a counterattack that came from the beachhead.

A year later he would be rewarded by house Landerly and Knighted when he came of age at 16. Lyonel was still too bold and fearless for his own good but he fit in well with the guards and other hard men. It was not uncommon for him to overstep his bounds and be taught his place but now at least he would accept his defeats or wins honorably.

Having come of age and successfully gone through the trials of Knighthood Lyonel knew he needed to find his own place in the world. Although he had been of service to house Lynderly they still never truly wanted him, thinking he was more trouble than he was worth. The same went for his own family whom he had disgraced greatly earlier in life. He also knew that there was danger of vengeance from house Shett if he stayed in the Vale.

Being so disgraced made him Lord mostly just in name. However Lyonel with the help of his older brother managed to convince Lord Renault Lashton to take him under his protection while things cooled down in the Vale. House Lashton ruled over Ash Falls. A castle town far enough from the Vale to let him rebuild his reputation.

Thoughts on the current situation of the realm:
Ecstatic to prove himself as a fighter and make a name for himself Lyonel has high hopes of serving honorably in the coming war.

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Lyonel Waxley

Swords clashed in the courtyard as Lyonel swung vigorously at his opponent. ''You take that back you hear me?'' he yelled as he continued his assault on his sparring partner. A veteran guardsman about twice his age. The guard nimbly parried his attacks and kept on taunting him. ''I'm sorry m'lord did I insult you? Are you going to run to your father now or did he not want you either?''

Lyonel, now enraged pushed his assault even further. He tried to move in on one of the parries and strike at the mans head with the hilt of his sword. The veteran was too quick however and moved in simultaneously to headbutt Lyon to the ground.

A collective laughter filled the courtyard as Lyon opened his eyes facing the cloudless sky. A crowd had gathered when they saw a boy holding his ground against a veteran soldier. The man was bigger and obviously more skilled but unable to break the boys defense until he taunted him into making a mistake.

An outstretched hand appeared over Lyonel as his eyes gained focus. He reached for it to be pulled up by the veteran. The man patted him on the back and explained to him. ''If you had tried that in battle I would have skewered you, boy. If you're going to do something smart don't make it so obvious.''
Lyonel winced as he wiped blood from his forehead and thanked him. ''Thanks, but I saw you getting tired there old man, I almost had you! But a deal is a deal so I'm buying the ale tonight. Just be careful, before long that belly of yours will be too big to fit your armor. Then we'll see who has a harder time keeping his feet on the ground!''

Suddenly the crowd was interrupted as an hysterical peasant holding a bloody bag raced past them towards the keep. Everyone gawked for a second until they realized something was very wrong. The crowd dispersed in all directions and Lyonel raced after the peasant to run to his room and don his weapons and armor. He thought about going over to warn Cor. A ward whom he had befriended shortly after arriving to Ash Falls. They were both outsiders and had become intense sparring partners. Lyonel thought highly of him but he realized as he reached the keep that Cor would probably be busy squiring to his lord during such commotion.

Lyonel was only recently knighted and had no squire. Although he was not poor he didn't wish to push his family's support and request one. Upon arriving in his room he struggled to put on his plate armor, a gift from his family for when he came of age. He could curse his father all he wanted but he did provide him with some of the finest armor available to him. His favorite was the bright silver breastplate with the tabard to represent house Waxley. Three candles with red flames, within silver candle holders on a grey field bordered in black. The knights of the Vale were considered some of the finest in the land and Lyonel was proud to represent them in such fabulous armor.

He was only just about finished buckling his sword and shield when the bells started ringing the garrison to action. With a quick stop at the stables he mounted up with his lance and joined the other soldiers in formation. His heart pounded from excitement as he moved up front next to Cor and the other nobles. Finally after months it looked as if he might do some real fighting again. He smiled and nodded towards Cor who seemed just as excited as he was, even a bit nervous. He realized that Cor had yet to prove himself in battle and would be just as eager and unsure as he had been himself a year earlier.

Lyonel had already taken part in a few battles against mountain tribes and other lowlifes. One time even saving his lord by killing a man. He didn't know how to feel about that. He wasn't sad about it but not proud either. A shiver went up his spine when he recalled cutting his stomach open and watching him drop his weapon to keep his guts from spilling out. He would never forget the terrified cries turning into gasps for air when he split the mans neck in half. Lyonel shuddered and shook his head back into the current situation.

He held the reins tight and his heart beat even faster as he turned towards his friend. ''Hey Cor, I got your back no matter what happens alright?''

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My post will be ready tonight and its safe to assume lyon will join the other riders. 👌