I just want to get this concept out of my head. I've noticed there aren't many Medieval RP's still going, so I'm going to take the liberty of trying to save their kind! 
A Fine Glass of Freedom!
The year is 1549, ships have come and gone and I barely remember the taste of wine or the feel of silk. I used to be a sailor, I used to sail across the seas, know every flag and I sure as hell knew my way around women, but now I've been locked up for years, and it's been months without proper food or water. This is what I fear might be the end.
It used to be that this bastion held the worst of the world's scum. People from all over the world came here with their baddest people. Nowadays under the rule of King Serpion, prisoners may no longer be executed. He thinks we do not deserve a swift death, but a long and one filled with agony and pain. This bastion was built on an island, far from the eastern coast. There's small guard boats, guard towers and two ports, along with seven bastions scattered to the west and east. There are three forts, and if you count all of them, they can spot and open fire on all the bastions. They are equipped with the finest of long-range cannons and weapons. The king doesn't like us escaping, and frankly? No-one ever has.
Once though, we came close. We managed to finally create a key out of old molding made of bricks from the wall and soap we managed to find by mare luck while walking from one of the interrogation rooms. After weeks, we finally managed to break free from this bastion, only to meet the fort's cannon fire. One of my best friends since coming here died that day. The next night, most of the others died from injury. There are a few who survived, they are even still being held here in this bastion.
From my window I can usually spot the port, but I doubt I will any longer. You see, after trying to escape, the island's commander, Fraudrick has been trying to get a signed contract for my death. He thinks I was behind the whole escape and he thinks I might try it again. And I fear his contract may pull through in the coming weeks. There is a messenger on his way today I believe.
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This RP will take place where something mysterious has happened to his island. Everyone on the island seem to fall down and die instantly, except for the inn-mates. Their cells click open and they are embraced with freedom. But can they find out what caused all this? Can they perhaps even liberate this kingdom from this dreadful king? Can they even escape this island without falling pray to the mighty beasts that may lie ahead? Or will they simply succumb into darkness, take sides with the king, or perhaps simply split up for a short time of pillaging and looting?
One thing is for sure, in a world where magic was never thought to be real, and miracles were sought out only in fairy-tales, who knows what magic will bring, and will it be good or evil?
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A Fine Glass of Freedom!
The year is 1549, ships have come and gone and I barely remember the taste of wine or the feel of silk. I used to be a sailor, I used to sail across the seas, know every flag and I sure as hell knew my way around women, but now I've been locked up for years, and it's been months without proper food or water. This is what I fear might be the end.
It used to be that this bastion held the worst of the world's scum. People from all over the world came here with their baddest people. Nowadays under the rule of King Serpion, prisoners may no longer be executed. He thinks we do not deserve a swift death, but a long and one filled with agony and pain. This bastion was built on an island, far from the eastern coast. There's small guard boats, guard towers and two ports, along with seven bastions scattered to the west and east. There are three forts, and if you count all of them, they can spot and open fire on all the bastions. They are equipped with the finest of long-range cannons and weapons. The king doesn't like us escaping, and frankly? No-one ever has.
Once though, we came close. We managed to finally create a key out of old molding made of bricks from the wall and soap we managed to find by mare luck while walking from one of the interrogation rooms. After weeks, we finally managed to break free from this bastion, only to meet the fort's cannon fire. One of my best friends since coming here died that day. The next night, most of the others died from injury. There are a few who survived, they are even still being held here in this bastion.
From my window I can usually spot the port, but I doubt I will any longer. You see, after trying to escape, the island's commander, Fraudrick has been trying to get a signed contract for my death. He thinks I was behind the whole escape and he thinks I might try it again. And I fear his contract may pull through in the coming weeks. There is a messenger on his way today I believe.
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This RP will take place where something mysterious has happened to his island. Everyone on the island seem to fall down and die instantly, except for the inn-mates. Their cells click open and they are embraced with freedom. But can they find out what caused all this? Can they perhaps even liberate this kingdom from this dreadful king? Can they even escape this island without falling pray to the mighty beasts that may lie ahead? Or will they simply succumb into darkness, take sides with the king, or perhaps simply split up for a short time of pillaging and looting?
One thing is for sure, in a world where magic was never thought to be real, and miracles were sought out only in fairy-tales, who knows what magic will bring, and will it be good or evil?
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Name: (S.E)
Age: (18-60)
Gender: (Male / Female)
Traits: (Thievery, murder, fraud, deception, combat, stealth - you can choose 1-3 traits and make up your own)
Cause of actions: (Why are you locked up? What crime did you commit? - It has to be big, really big)
My most desire: (What is the first thing you want to do if you ever got out of there?)
Appearance: (Face, body and current clothing, along with hair and facial hair, tattoos and piercings)
Bio: (Who were you? Did you work somewhere? You can make up towns and villages all you like. Did you have a family? Or were you a simple beggar who stepped over the line and tried to steal from the king?)
Age: (18-60)
Gender: (Male / Female)
Traits: (Thievery, murder, fraud, deception, combat, stealth - you can choose 1-3 traits and make up your own)
Cause of actions: (Why are you locked up? What crime did you commit? - It has to be big, really big)
My most desire: (What is the first thing you want to do if you ever got out of there?)
Appearance: (Face, body and current clothing, along with hair and facial hair, tattoos and piercings)
Bio: (Who were you? Did you work somewhere? You can make up towns and villages all you like. Did you have a family? Or were you a simple beggar who stepped over the line and tried to steal from the king?)
Name: Charlie Sprouts.
Age: 41.
Gender: Male.
Traits: Deception and Combat.
Cause of actions: Charlie tried to murder the king's advicor in his sleep. He was caught before he could finish the act.
My most desire: To sail the seas once more.
Appearance: Stands at 5'3 weighs 98kgs. He wears ragged old brown boots, ragged clothes and scratched up pants. Wears a bronze earring in his chin from his old days of sailing. His hair used to be nicely shaved and layd backwards, and a nicely trimmed goatee. But now there's just a bushy beard and a full head of hair.
Bio: Charlie grew up a rich farm boy, his parents owned a vineyard and earned a lot of money, the kind of people that had slaves do everything for them. But because of exactly this, he found himself wanting to do something by himself, let his fate not be foretold by advicors, or his goodwill be forsaken with wealth and slaves. He wanted to change something in this world. So he took sailing, he was quite a natural. Men even said it was in his blood. His great great grandfather used to hunt great white whales off the west coast.
But after discovering the new king tried to force money and large taxes out of his parents, and failing, he murdered his father and raped his mother. He returned home, with only anger in his heart. He went to seek out the king, but when he learned he was locked away safely in a closed and guarded castle, he tried to go for the second best, kill his advicor. After he failed this, he was set upon the death sentence. He was merely 29 of age when he was thrown into the castle's dungeon. And five years later, he was shipped onto the island. There he has remained since, every week being tortured for what he did, and every week mourning the death of his parents.
Age: 41.
Gender: Male.
Traits: Deception and Combat.
Cause of actions: Charlie tried to murder the king's advicor in his sleep. He was caught before he could finish the act.
My most desire: To sail the seas once more.
Appearance: Stands at 5'3 weighs 98kgs. He wears ragged old brown boots, ragged clothes and scratched up pants. Wears a bronze earring in his chin from his old days of sailing. His hair used to be nicely shaved and layd backwards, and a nicely trimmed goatee. But now there's just a bushy beard and a full head of hair.
Bio: Charlie grew up a rich farm boy, his parents owned a vineyard and earned a lot of money, the kind of people that had slaves do everything for them. But because of exactly this, he found himself wanting to do something by himself, let his fate not be foretold by advicors, or his goodwill be forsaken with wealth and slaves. He wanted to change something in this world. So he took sailing, he was quite a natural. Men even said it was in his blood. His great great grandfather used to hunt great white whales off the west coast.
But after discovering the new king tried to force money and large taxes out of his parents, and failing, he murdered his father and raped his mother. He returned home, with only anger in his heart. He went to seek out the king, but when he learned he was locked away safely in a closed and guarded castle, he tried to go for the second best, kill his advicor. After he failed this, he was set upon the death sentence. He was merely 29 of age when he was thrown into the castle's dungeon. And five years later, he was shipped onto the island. There he has remained since, every week being tortured for what he did, and every week mourning the death of his parents.
1. No trenchcoating, spamming, GMing, and please no Munchkins...
2. My words are law, but I'm not without mercy
3. Please interact with other characters, if they spit in your face, you have something in your face, don't just ignore people's comments.
4.If you have a problem, request or a proposition, please leave me or whoever you want to request / propose an idea to / report a problem to, a PM.
5. Try and have fun, and please don't leave without word.
2. My words are law, but I'm not without mercy
3. Please interact with other characters, if they spit in your face, you have something in your face, don't just ignore people's comments.
4.If you have a problem, request or a proposition, please leave me or whoever you want to request / propose an idea to / report a problem to, a PM.
5. Try and have fun, and please don't leave without word.
I will mark "-Deserter" to those who have not posted in a while or have sent me a PM / posted an OOC about them leaving
Name: Jonathon Cromwell
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Traits: People skills (persuasion/coercion), apparent omniscience (he could talk to anyone about anything, and if you tell anyone your secret, you might as well have told Jon), iron morals (this guys has a code and sticks to it)
Cause of actions: Jon did not commit a 'real' crime, he is a political prisoner, who has been brought down by his rivals, who had him accused of treason, fraud, theft and heresy
My most desire: Power and influence of anyone and everyone. He needn't be king, but being a king's advisor would suit fine...
Appearance: Jon is not tall, slim or hansom, rather, he is about 5'9" and built like a brick, with a face that, kindly put, isn't his best feature, and when one is honest, looks like the face of a murderer. However, the man himself is capable of immense friendliness and warmth, and when he does so all traces of the criminal fade away. However, when he chooses to, he can remind you of that felon, and put someone in great fear of their safety.
At the beginning, he is wearing heavy boots, a dark jacket, heavy boots and unremarkable trousers
Bio: Jon was a son of a merchant who proved himself to have a good head for figures, and was taken into the household of a minister. There, he overheard many a conversation, and thus learnt the skills of law and politics. in time he showed impressive skill there as well, and quickly earned a place as the ministers right hand man, running his businesses and dealing with lords, all the while building his knowledge and contacts. he became a friend of many, but an enemy of more.
When intrigue and rivalry became his masters death, Jon surprised many people by surviving, and even becoming a powerful political player in his own right. However, in time his rivals caught up with him, and he was accused of heresy, high treason, fraud against the state and theft from the king's own estates. Again he surprised people, avoiding an almost certain death penalty and instead receiving only life imprisonment.
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Traits: People skills (persuasion/coercion), apparent omniscience (he could talk to anyone about anything, and if you tell anyone your secret, you might as well have told Jon), iron morals (this guys has a code and sticks to it)
Cause of actions: Jon did not commit a 'real' crime, he is a political prisoner, who has been brought down by his rivals, who had him accused of treason, fraud, theft and heresy
My most desire: Power and influence of anyone and everyone. He needn't be king, but being a king's advisor would suit fine...
Appearance: Jon is not tall, slim or hansom, rather, he is about 5'9" and built like a brick, with a face that, kindly put, isn't his best feature, and when one is honest, looks like the face of a murderer. However, the man himself is capable of immense friendliness and warmth, and when he does so all traces of the criminal fade away. However, when he chooses to, he can remind you of that felon, and put someone in great fear of their safety.
At the beginning, he is wearing heavy boots, a dark jacket, heavy boots and unremarkable trousers
Bio: Jon was a son of a merchant who proved himself to have a good head for figures, and was taken into the household of a minister. There, he overheard many a conversation, and thus learnt the skills of law and politics. in time he showed impressive skill there as well, and quickly earned a place as the ministers right hand man, running his businesses and dealing with lords, all the while building his knowledge and contacts. he became a friend of many, but an enemy of more.
When intrigue and rivalry became his masters death, Jon surprised many people by surviving, and even becoming a powerful political player in his own right. However, in time his rivals caught up with him, and he was accused of heresy, high treason, fraud against the state and theft from the king's own estates. Again he surprised people, avoiding an almost certain death penalty and instead receiving only life imprisonment.
Name: Dagnerious
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Traits: Survival, cunning, combat
Cause of actions: Got into a fight with a Noble Mans son and killed him in a dual
My most desire: Power, money.
Bio: He worked hard all his life. Grew up on his fathers farm working day and night. Had very little education. His brother taught him how to fight. His brother dreamed of becoming a knight. Dagnereous dreamed that he would become rich without much work. When he grew old enough he left how and joined a group of crypt robbers. He quickly grew infamous for his will to kill and steal for money. However, he has been largely unsuccessful. He worked as a guard for whoever wanted to hire him. He despises the upperclasses, because he never had the opportunity to join them. He became even more spiteful when his brother died fighting for them in wars.
One day while on duty, the man whom he was working for made him angry. They dueled and Dagnerious killed him. The Noble man arrested Dagnerious and had him sent away.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Traits: Survival, cunning, combat
Cause of actions: Got into a fight with a Noble Mans son and killed him in a dual
My most desire: Power, money.
Bio: He worked hard all his life. Grew up on his fathers farm working day and night. Had very little education. His brother taught him how to fight. His brother dreamed of becoming a knight. Dagnereous dreamed that he would become rich without much work. When he grew old enough he left how and joined a group of crypt robbers. He quickly grew infamous for his will to kill and steal for money. However, he has been largely unsuccessful. He worked as a guard for whoever wanted to hire him. He despises the upperclasses, because he never had the opportunity to join them. He became even more spiteful when his brother died fighting for them in wars.
One day while on duty, the man whom he was working for made him angry. They dueled and Dagnerious killed him. The Noble man arrested Dagnerious and had him sent away.
Name: Leopold 'Twitch' Bedath
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Traits: Thievery, deception and stealth.
Cause of actions: 24 cases of theft, along with a failed escape attempt from a much smaller prison.
My most desire: To get back to helping those in need.
Appearance: Leopold is an attractive young man even though he is incredibly weak. In size he measures in at 5'2 and barely over 100 pounds, much smaller then most. His skin could be called semi-tan and blemish free, however one scar goes down his back as a result of being beaten by a guard. Still he remains attractive, but nothing too special. His eyes are a clear blue, and his hair is meduim length and blonde.
Bio: Leopold was born the only son of a wealthy aristocratic couple living near the coast. He was the more moral correct of his family, even if he was the dumbest member. he was taken to plays and the theater, but the only thing that interested him was the tales of freelance adventurers. He would hear about those who went to help others in need, he loved every word of it. By the age of six he would be going on his own adventures throughout town, typical child's play.
His fascination took over by thirteen, when he asked his parents to let him go out on his own. They quickly disagreed, however Leopold was not one to take no for an answer. One year later he left, sneaking out of his home leaving only a note explaining why behind. He was of on his own now, miles away from his upperclass life style. Now he had the chance to what was right, the only problem was he was too weak to do any fighting. To make up for this weakness he decided to the next best thing, stealing to aid the poor despite how cliche he thought it was.
By the age of seventeen he had stolen millions of coins and disrupted them among the poorer population, making life far easier for the lower class. Eventually the authorities received a notification about his whereabouts and arrested him, he went down without a fight. He was transported to a small prison which he tried to escape, Leopold failed. After the guards realized his potential they transported him to the offshore prison, which they refereed to as "Hell". Once he arrived he was teased for his jumpy personality, given the nickname "Twicth"
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Traits: Thievery, deception and stealth.
Cause of actions: 24 cases of theft, along with a failed escape attempt from a much smaller prison.
My most desire: To get back to helping those in need.
Appearance: Leopold is an attractive young man even though he is incredibly weak. In size he measures in at 5'2 and barely over 100 pounds, much smaller then most. His skin could be called semi-tan and blemish free, however one scar goes down his back as a result of being beaten by a guard. Still he remains attractive, but nothing too special. His eyes are a clear blue, and his hair is meduim length and blonde.
Bio: Leopold was born the only son of a wealthy aristocratic couple living near the coast. He was the more moral correct of his family, even if he was the dumbest member. he was taken to plays and the theater, but the only thing that interested him was the tales of freelance adventurers. He would hear about those who went to help others in need, he loved every word of it. By the age of six he would be going on his own adventures throughout town, typical child's play.
His fascination took over by thirteen, when he asked his parents to let him go out on his own. They quickly disagreed, however Leopold was not one to take no for an answer. One year later he left, sneaking out of his home leaving only a note explaining why behind. He was of on his own now, miles away from his upperclass life style. Now he had the chance to what was right, the only problem was he was too weak to do any fighting. To make up for this weakness he decided to the next best thing, stealing to aid the poor despite how cliche he thought it was.
By the age of seventeen he had stolen millions of coins and disrupted them among the poorer population, making life far easier for the lower class. Eventually the authorities received a notification about his whereabouts and arrested him, he went down without a fight. He was transported to a small prison which he tried to escape, Leopold failed. After the guards realized his potential they transported him to the offshore prison, which they refereed to as "Hell". Once he arrived he was teased for his jumpy personality, given the nickname "Twicth"
Name: Ristone Clearwater
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Traits: Clever, Deceptive, Persuasive
Cause of Actions: Treason.
My Most Desire: Powerful influence in the kingdom.
Appearance: Ristone is a man who seems to have wisdom beyond his years. He always has a serious expression on his face and has gray balding hair to match a long gray beard. He has crystal blue eyes that are as sharp as hawk's eyes and usually dresses in loose fitting clothes. Before imprisonment he would keep a knife with him at all time and is likely to continue this habit when he gets out.
Bio: No one knows or is alive to tell of Ristone's childhood. He was adviser to the father of Prince Serpion and persuaded Serpion's elder brother to poison their father (Ristone wanted this because it was much easier to influence the elder brother than his father). After two months of the elder brother ruling, a servant, who knew of Ristone's betrayal, informed Serpion of what conspired. Serpion being the jealous type and ever loyal to his father was infuriated. He killed his brother that night and when he became king, he ordered that Ristone be put in a cell for the rest of his days.
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Traits: Clever, Deceptive, Persuasive
Cause of Actions: Treason.
My Most Desire: Powerful influence in the kingdom.
Appearance: Ristone is a man who seems to have wisdom beyond his years. He always has a serious expression on his face and has gray balding hair to match a long gray beard. He has crystal blue eyes that are as sharp as hawk's eyes and usually dresses in loose fitting clothes. Before imprisonment he would keep a knife with him at all time and is likely to continue this habit when he gets out.
Bio: No one knows or is alive to tell of Ristone's childhood. He was adviser to the father of Prince Serpion and persuaded Serpion's elder brother to poison their father (Ristone wanted this because it was much easier to influence the elder brother than his father). After two months of the elder brother ruling, a servant, who knew of Ristone's betrayal, informed Serpion of what conspired. Serpion being the jealous type and ever loyal to his father was infuriated. He killed his brother that night and when he became king, he ordered that Ristone be put in a cell for the rest of his days.
Name: Niles McAlester
Age:34
Gender: male
traits: engineering, Science, Acting
Cause of actions: treason
Appearance:Normal height, Caucasian, long brown hair, circular specs (think harry potter
My most desire: A new order/death of the king/success
Bio: Niles has lived his life like anyone one else would until that day. The day where through his small repair shop window he saw one of the kings royal guards conspiring with a well known criminal. when he went to tell the king of the curious things he saw that day, the king said that it was merely his imagination but he shall look into it. The next day two men break into his shop and assault him physically giving him a broken arm. While the thugs walked away from his beaten body one of the thugs walk away from his body one says to him "it was probably your imagination". He joined a group of rebels after his arm healed and would make weapons for them for three years until they were beaten in a fight with the royal guards and where taken to this dreadful prison.
Age:34
Gender: male
traits: engineering, Science, Acting
Cause of actions: treason
Appearance:Normal height, Caucasian, long brown hair, circular specs (think harry potter
My most desire: A new order/death of the king/success
Bio: Niles has lived his life like anyone one else would until that day. The day where through his small repair shop window he saw one of the kings royal guards conspiring with a well known criminal. when he went to tell the king of the curious things he saw that day, the king said that it was merely his imagination but he shall look into it. The next day two men break into his shop and assault him physically giving him a broken arm. While the thugs walked away from his beaten body one of the thugs walk away from his body one says to him "it was probably your imagination". He joined a group of rebels after his arm healed and would make weapons for them for three years until they were beaten in a fight with the royal guards and where taken to this dreadful prison.
Name: Aymen O'thule
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Age: 34
Gender: Male
Traits: Combat, Rage and Strength
Cause of actions: Captured warrior from a Northern Land (think Norse/Vikings), after his band was ambushed by the Kings Forces as they rushed the shoreline of a small village, the Kings men waited in the houses and woods in Ambush. Aymen and his brothers were the last of his group alive, barricaded in a cabin, slashing down soldier after soldier who entered in after him, bodies and limbs stacked at the door, and blood so thick the soldiers would slip. He eventually exhausted himself, the last man standing, his brothers slain around him, he fainted, was stripped of his weapons and armor, and thrown into the stockades.
My most desire: Aymen's desire is simple, to live and die by the sword. He has an extreme case of Blood lust, and cares for little else, until now. With his Brothers dead by the hands of the king, he channels his lust for battle towards Revenge.
Appearance: Aymen stands 6"5 and weighs roughly 220 pounds, most of which is muscle. His skin is pale and covered with scars, most noticeably the one from his upper lip across his face, up to his forehead. Aymen eyes are a cold blue which have obviously seen too much in one life time. As for clothes, he arrived to this horrid place wearing his armor, which is chain covered with fur. He now wears a single drab cloth, ripped and torn, wrapped around his waist, down to his knees. His head is shaved, though it has grown back slightly in the recent months of being stuck in prison. He has a black, short, black beard which is twisted and tied in two tails at the chin.
Bio: Aymen comes from the frozen, ridged lands of distant Northfond. Where the average temperature in winter is in the negatives. He grew up training with his brothers to be a Warrior, and it was apparent at a young age he had a very, very bad temper. Driven by his love of combat, and his lust for blood he quickly rose in the ranks of his Clans army, and when the tribes were finally united, he was a well known soldier to his people, but this does not mean he was well liked. The Elders disapproved of his ways, never taking prisoners, disobeying orders, leading charges before command, and never allowing his men to retreat. Fed up, they sent him away on a raiding party, hoping he would be killed in combat. They were wrong, the band of raiders successfully pillaged and plundered town after town on the coast before they returned home with riches and tales of honor. Outraged, the Elders exiled the raiders. Saying they had "lost their ways with material objects and whores" The raiders returned to the shore lines, now a banner less raiding party until they were Ambushed. Aymen is an intimidating man, and often wins his battles before they begin. Inflicting fear into his enemies as he lets loose his war cry, a frenzy of hacking and slashing will follow. When backed into a corner, and odds against him, he will black out, going into a blind rage and slaughtering anyone, or anything around him. His greatest strength is also his worst downfall, as he is often deep in enemy lines, exhausted easily, and exposed on all flanks.
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Age: 34
Gender: Male
Traits: Combat, Rage and Strength
Cause of actions: Captured warrior from a Northern Land (think Norse/Vikings), after his band was ambushed by the Kings Forces as they rushed the shoreline of a small village, the Kings men waited in the houses and woods in Ambush. Aymen and his brothers were the last of his group alive, barricaded in a cabin, slashing down soldier after soldier who entered in after him, bodies and limbs stacked at the door, and blood so thick the soldiers would slip. He eventually exhausted himself, the last man standing, his brothers slain around him, he fainted, was stripped of his weapons and armor, and thrown into the stockades.
My most desire: Aymen's desire is simple, to live and die by the sword. He has an extreme case of Blood lust, and cares for little else, until now. With his Brothers dead by the hands of the king, he channels his lust for battle towards Revenge.
Appearance: Aymen stands 6"5 and weighs roughly 220 pounds, most of which is muscle. His skin is pale and covered with scars, most noticeably the one from his upper lip across his face, up to his forehead. Aymen eyes are a cold blue which have obviously seen too much in one life time. As for clothes, he arrived to this horrid place wearing his armor, which is chain covered with fur. He now wears a single drab cloth, ripped and torn, wrapped around his waist, down to his knees. His head is shaved, though it has grown back slightly in the recent months of being stuck in prison. He has a black, short, black beard which is twisted and tied in two tails at the chin.
Bio: Aymen comes from the frozen, ridged lands of distant Northfond. Where the average temperature in winter is in the negatives. He grew up training with his brothers to be a Warrior, and it was apparent at a young age he had a very, very bad temper. Driven by his love of combat, and his lust for blood he quickly rose in the ranks of his Clans army, and when the tribes were finally united, he was a well known soldier to his people, but this does not mean he was well liked. The Elders disapproved of his ways, never taking prisoners, disobeying orders, leading charges before command, and never allowing his men to retreat. Fed up, they sent him away on a raiding party, hoping he would be killed in combat. They were wrong, the band of raiders successfully pillaged and plundered town after town on the coast before they returned home with riches and tales of honor. Outraged, the Elders exiled the raiders. Saying they had "lost their ways with material objects and whores" The raiders returned to the shore lines, now a banner less raiding party until they were Ambushed. Aymen is an intimidating man, and often wins his battles before they begin. Inflicting fear into his enemies as he lets loose his war cry, a frenzy of hacking and slashing will follow. When backed into a corner, and odds against him, he will black out, going into a blind rage and slaughtering anyone, or anything around him. His greatest strength is also his worst downfall, as he is often deep in enemy lines, exhausted easily, and exposed on all flanks.
Name: Alexander Scott
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Traits: Observant, Stealth, Sings
Cause of actions: Caught attempting to kill the king.
My most desire: Kill the King
Appearance: Has shoulder length black hair that goes over his blue eyes. He dresses in black raggedy clothes, but not poor looking. On his back he has a tattoo of a knife on his right shoulder blade. Other than the tattoo he is very average looking and easy to fit in a crowd.
Bio: Alexander Scott is a man who blends in with the crowd. He is not strong but fast. His weapons of choice are two blade, one pointed forward for stabbing and the other pointed back for blocking and slicing. However, people rarely see him with the blades out. In fact people rarely would expect to think he is an assassin let alone take him seriously. He went around as a bard singing sailor songs, folk songs, and other songs of old. People were more likely to spit in his face and laugh, and he'd let them, in fact he would encourage it. He enjoyed others laughter and would only spill blood if he needed to, or if he was paid.
Someone hired him to kill the king and bring back his crown. He took it as a rule not to kill anyone of to high nobility or standing, however the offer was too great. In the end he was caught, easily. It was almost as if they were expecting it. Now he is filled with one main desire, kill the King, he doesn't even want payment for it anymore.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Traits: Observant, Stealth, Sings
Cause of actions: Caught attempting to kill the king.
My most desire: Kill the King
Appearance: Has shoulder length black hair that goes over his blue eyes. He dresses in black raggedy clothes, but not poor looking. On his back he has a tattoo of a knife on his right shoulder blade. Other than the tattoo he is very average looking and easy to fit in a crowd.
Bio: Alexander Scott is a man who blends in with the crowd. He is not strong but fast. His weapons of choice are two blade, one pointed forward for stabbing and the other pointed back for blocking and slicing. However, people rarely see him with the blades out. In fact people rarely would expect to think he is an assassin let alone take him seriously. He went around as a bard singing sailor songs, folk songs, and other songs of old. People were more likely to spit in his face and laugh, and he'd let them, in fact he would encourage it. He enjoyed others laughter and would only spill blood if he needed to, or if he was paid.
Someone hired him to kill the king and bring back his crown. He took it as a rule not to kill anyone of to high nobility or standing, however the offer was too great. In the end he was caught, easily. It was almost as if they were expecting it. Now he is filled with one main desire, kill the King, he doesn't even want payment for it anymore.
Name: Denya Zanzicosta
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Traits: Thievery, deceit, fraud, He is a master con man, good actor, quick with his hands, quick thinking and a mastermind planner.
Cause of actions:Generally just does what he does to hack off powerful men. Upset the upper class, despite that fact that he has become a member of it through the money accumulated. Gives money to poor in robin hood like tradition.
My most desire: First, make sure his son is safe. Then who knows, keep stealing.
Appearance: Denya is slender with some muscle still on him from his youth. He has an older complexion, and sharp green eyes. His grey hair still grows thick, but he keeps it very short. His face is clean shaven.
Bio: He has been in the business of theft since he was a small boy from a poor family in Seville, Spain. At first he was just a pick pocket, but eventually he joined a group of other thieves and started doing bigger con like theft jobs. He has stolen things all over Europe. As time passed and memeber of the group came and went, he eventually became the unofficial leader.He had a son illegitimately, whom he eventually taught the art of theft, but didnt stick around for muc more of his life. Some might say that he doesnt care about his son, but he views it as "tough love" and is waiting for the son to do a job big enough to let him join the group.
He is a master mind of theft and deceit and has broken out of a few jails as well. He even got out of the bastion and off the island once before. But security is tighter nowadays and they are especially carefull around Denya. And since his second lock up, he has been watching and waiting for his chance.
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Traits: Thievery, deceit, fraud, He is a master con man, good actor, quick with his hands, quick thinking and a mastermind planner.
Cause of actions:Generally just does what he does to hack off powerful men. Upset the upper class, despite that fact that he has become a member of it through the money accumulated. Gives money to poor in robin hood like tradition.
My most desire: First, make sure his son is safe. Then who knows, keep stealing.
Appearance: Denya is slender with some muscle still on him from his youth. He has an older complexion, and sharp green eyes. His grey hair still grows thick, but he keeps it very short. His face is clean shaven.
Bio: He has been in the business of theft since he was a small boy from a poor family in Seville, Spain. At first he was just a pick pocket, but eventually he joined a group of other thieves and started doing bigger con like theft jobs. He has stolen things all over Europe. As time passed and memeber of the group came and went, he eventually became the unofficial leader.He had a son illegitimately, whom he eventually taught the art of theft, but didnt stick around for muc more of his life. Some might say that he doesnt care about his son, but he views it as "tough love" and is waiting for the son to do a job big enough to let him join the group.
He is a master mind of theft and deceit and has broken out of a few jails as well. He even got out of the bastion and off the island once before. But security is tighter nowadays and they are especially carefull around Denya. And since his second lock up, he has been watching and waiting for his chance.
