Zombiedude101

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

Is there a deadline for character sheets?

@silvermist1116

It would be good to have them within the next few days if not a week.

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

Artur

_______________________________ NAME: Artur AGE: 37 RACE: Human PRONOUNS: He/Him HOMETOWN: Dakora HEIGHT: 5'10 WEIGHT: 185lbs _______________________________

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Who are you?
Who are you?

GOAL
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"Swords and spears. Then, a crown."

Artur's goals are ambitious, though not unheard of - he seeks to reclaim that which he rightfully believes to be his.

PERSONALITY
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"I am my own man."

Artur is a hard-nosed man, shaped by the experiences dealt upon him in life. Exile, war and betrayal - that and more have left him with a certain determination to seek out his true ambition, even if that means getting his hands bloody and cutting through anyone and anything that stands in his way. That said, he's far from cold - an early life among pirates and mercenaries has given him a somewhat flexible view of the world, leaving him far less prejudiced (and certainly rough around the edges) than his claim to nobility would suggest, open to working with anyone who will further his gains regardless of their station - and he can respect others who share a similarly self-reliant philosophy.

As a necessity, he can be sociable - even glib, though keeping an even disposition. Yet, although Artur is not particularly inclined towards cruelty for its own sake, he is a man who burns with a cold fury when sufficiently provoked - enough to spark a streak of wroth and cruelty towards those he perceives to have wronged him, and he's one with a habit for trying to assert control of a situation rather than leaving himself in someone else's hands. Maybe it's pride - the idea of being self-reliant being better than the alternative. Whether it's good to forever be this stubborn - or headstrong, is another matter ultimately, he's a man as any other - perhaps with a man's appetites, why else would he have fathered a bastard of his own? He's just that little bit wise enough to keep them in check.

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Why are you?
Why are you?

Artur was born halfway into nobility, one of the greater lineages of the remaining world, though his father was a weak man. Events conspired against him and, still a boy, he was forced into exile by the murderous daggers of court intrigue where he learned things that a sheltered life amongst nobility would've precluded. Forced to make his own way or starve, Artur lived among pirates and the free companies of the Shattered Isles, steadily carving out a life for himself - but he never forgot his roots, nor did he relinquish any hope of reclaiming what he believed was his by birthright.

Travelling across both the archipelago and the mainland, Artur established a name for himself among the mercenary companies, steadily rising to become a captain in his own right with experience both in the field of battle and administrating an army as the Kaimerian Uprising raged on and the various city-states sought protection from the encroaching threat. He fathered a bastard of his own, though unlike his own forebears he did not abandon the boy - instead bringing him along for seasoning, to see the world and to one day take the place his father intended, for he was a man of ambition and would not be contented with life as a captain forever.

Artur pooled coin, spoke with other captains and, eventually, struck out to form a free company of his own, dubbing them the Bastardborn - a nod to the status which he openly wore as a title. For a time, they prospered and his true goal seemed more achievable than it had ever been before, year by year. Yet again, however, events conspired against him; a contract gone poorly and several greedy opportunists among the ranks led to a betrayal from the men among the ranks. Wounded and left for dead on the shores of New Kaimeria, he was left in the hands of a passing raiding boat who thought to take him as a captive as it moved westwards.

Luckily for Artur, he knew the Isles well enough to recognise an opportunity to escape - diving overboard and swimming for the shore. A few hard months saw him travel downriver towards Exusia, a journey in which he was able to strip whatever he could from the bodies of unfortunate travellers, enough to make his own way - for his ambitious habits stirred. First, he would reclaim the Bastardborn - with interest. To do this, he would need coin and support from the right powers. He would have his swords and spears. Then, a crown.

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What else is there?
What else is there?

Artur has sired a child of his own, a boy of almost thirteen years - derided as a bastard's bastard by some. As far as he's aware, the boy is still with the Bastardborn, unaware that the old man is still alive. Artur is fond of him, though to say he's been a loving or doting parent would be embellishment at best.

Crisis of the Confederacy [Sci-Fi Warlords in a crumbling state]

<Snipped quote by Zombiedude101>

This idea can work but I should warn you that if you are playing in the Sol System, you will be under the thumb of the Confederate Guard and you won't have like any autonomy to do anything unless you want an orbital bombardment. You're basically cut off from everyone else besides NPCs.

Also just as a reminder that the Sol system has been pretty thoroughly developed and colonized. The "newest" colonies are all in the western regions.

@ClocktowerEchos

I meant that the Euro-Persian interests were originally situated on Mars and the Jovian system but fuelled the terraforming and colonisation of another world. I was more inclined to query whether they'd have any loose ties to their old holdings in the home system.

Crisis of the Confederacy [Sci-Fi Warlords in a crumbling state]

@Zombiedude101That's pretty much the gist of it, what remains of the confederacy is guarding Sol like a fortress.

@Sigma

Got an idea I'm considering recycling involving Euro-Persian interests and billionaire entrepreneur types from Mars and Jupiter founding a colony, hence why I was asking. Original concept had those holdings still in place on the Jovian moons.

Crisis of the Confederacy [Sci-Fi Warlords in a crumbling state]

@DX3214 Your accepted, move it to the CS.

@Taeryn You too as well once you get a little blurb about background in.

@Zombiedude101 The rest of the Sol System is shocked but operational; the entire system is on lock down by a force of Confederate military.

@ClocktowerEchos

So there's a centralised power overseeing the entirety of Sol?

Crisis of the Confederacy [Sci-Fi Warlords in a crumbling state]

What sort of shape is the rest of the Solar System in? Ie colonies/habitats on Mars, the Jovian moons etc.

Vivid Recollections Season 2: Into The False Light [COMPLETE]

Meanwhile, me right now:

Vivid Recollections Season 2: Into The False Light [COMPLETE]

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Grand Ridge Academy
@Atrophy@Ruler Inc

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Recollections again. Nate had slipped into consciousness at the far side of the bed, almost tipping over in a startled daze, haphazardly flapping his upside arm until his weight brought him back onto his back and away from hitting the ground.

While the thought occurred to him, he fumbled for his phone until he found it set on the nightstand and depressed the lock button until the light from his screen illuminated the darkened interior of the dorm room, accompanied by the thrum of its vibration against the wooden surface. After a moment's pause, he drew his weight forward until he was sat up and checked, continously for several minutes. No service. Even the time seemed off - it was reading as 04:48AM, even though he could see faint cracks of light spilling through the curtains. No service meant no internet, no messages, no missed calls. He couldn't check and find out if Quent or Viv had tried to get through to him.

Frustrated, Nate huffed and nearly threw the device away, but common sense returned to him after a couple of seconds and he felt somewhat comfortable at having woken in a real bed as opposed to in a hospital, even though it still wasn't his own.

With everything apparently deserted, even the streets immediately outside lacking the occasional traffic they'd had before, he'd questioned whether it was even safe to go out alone if the Glutton and their corrupted were looking for them, knowing he'd be sent to its own, personal hell to be tortured beyond existence. He didn't know what to expect. This whole situation, the Glutton, the Godforce, everything that had been running through his head, repeated over and over, he didn't want to expose them to it if they were still here. It was snowing, so.... what did that mean? Either the weather was becoming fucked up from the Glutton's influence, or their hospital stay had been longer than they thought. Neither would bode well, so Nate just hoped they got out, or at least took a vacation from town. Maybe thought wrong that he'd skipped the academy, run away to Bellevue and gone looking for him there. Somewhere that wasn't here.

And so, noticing Billy had no qualms with borrowing one of the spare dorm rooms, Nate had done the same. Breaking and entering, minus the breaking - because all he'd really had to do was seep through the door and unlock it from the inside. Nate didn't exactly have a spare change of clothes, nor did he feel like he could borrow anyone else's, but he did have access to the shower. That much, he was grateful for after he'd had a chance to really wake up. A spare towel had been left behind, which saved him the embarrassment of using the bedsheets to dry himself off. He spent a good ten, maybe fifteen minutes just enjoying the flow of heated water before finally stepping out and redressing.

He was probably up a little later than the others, but it didn't matter. Nate made his way to the lobby, then watched as they talked abstractions, secrets, drinks and dues to the dead...

At least, until Britney bared all.

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"Yeah, your brother's really got a point about the weirdos in cloaks not looking out for us." Nate could already picture the death glare he was going to get before he'd even said it, but he didn't care at this point - he shifted his gaze towards Britney, then added, "Guess I wouldn't be wrong if I said I got the vibe that these illuminescence assholes blackmailed your family into joining them, right?"

After letting it hang for a few seconds, he followed on towards the real question he intended, "I mean, they wanted you to get close to John Reid to waste him, yeah? Is that the problem you're talking about, since we're all a bunch of 'awakened' working together? All those juicy powers, makes sense they'd want to take them from us for their own."

Vivid Recollections Season 2: Into The False Light [COMPLETE]

-SNIP THIS WAS NOT MEANT TO BE POSTED UNTIL I FINISHED-

Vivid Recollections Season 2: Into The False Light [COMPLETE]

In as long as you are.