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*strokes imaginary beard thoughtfully*Jarsteen said:
I think some pretty hefty editing may be necessary. I like the concept, but it doesn't really fit. First of all, all of the soldiers are supposed to be, well, soldiers, part of Rinus' unit, having served together for many years and formed a special bond. Secondly i'm not sure how well the "Inuit" background fits into this setting.
Sorry, but as it is, no go.
Yea, it's fine. Short-bows and mini-bows existed throughout time and are feasibleShapsters said:
Here is my Villager.
Name: Chris Shepard
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Being an apprentice blacksmith, Chris has a muscular figure but not the large one of a career soldier. He often practices with the weapons he makes out of simple enjoyment of wielding a freshly crafted blade, this is also the reason behind the large scar across his left calf. Not very remarkable with his normal height and plain brown hair, what makes him stand out is his very dark blue eyes, bordering grey in color. He is handsome in most respects and has often been the envy of many girls of Highburn, and even some traveling merchants' daughters. His heart however has never been set on a specific woman as of yet.
Equipment: Chris lives in a small house above the Highburn smithy. His only notable belongings are a ring and a sword with the same unknown crest etched into them. All Chris knows about them is that they have been passed down to him from his father and that they are in some way special, which is why he's always kept them.
Personality: Chris isn't the most talkative of people but he is a very good orator. He has always been able to take the lead in certain situations and people rely on his advice often. He seems very wise for his young age, often to the surprise of those who talk to him and get to know him.
Backstory: Living in Highburn since the age of 6, Chris knows very little about his origins. Never having met his real mother, he was raised by his father and several of his father's ever changing mistresses. His father barely raised him however, preferring to frequent the local tavern ale and wenches. Chris was mostly tutored by Evan Gurney, the town blacksmith and there he learned at a young age to work steel and other metals. When Chris asked his father one day about where they came from, the man met him with only a blank look and muttered the word "Hell". He never inquired about it again. Chris's father died only 2 years ago, his body was found face down in the river, drowned. The townspeople found it unlikely that he was murdered as the man had a build that could have once been a soldier's and could have easily handled himself. Chris is now under the wing of Evan the blacksmith.
Name: Chris Shepard
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Being an apprentice blacksmith, Chris has a muscular figure but not the large one of a career soldier. He often practices with the weapons he makes out of simple enjoyment of wielding a freshly crafted blade, this is also the reason behind the large scar across his left calf. Not very remarkable with his normal height and plain brown hair, what makes him stand out is his very dark blue eyes, bordering grey in color. He is handsome in most respects and has often been the envy of many girls of Highburn, and even some traveling merchants' daughters. His heart however has never been set on a specific woman as of yet.
Equipment: Chris lives in a small house above the Highburn smithy. His only notable belongings are a ring and a sword with the same unknown crest etched into them. All Chris knows about them is that they have been passed down to him from his father and that they are in some way special, which is why he's always kept them.
Personality: Chris isn't the most talkative of people but he is a very good orator. He has always been able to take the lead in certain situations and people rely on his advice often. He seems very wise for his young age, often to the surprise of those who talk to him and get to know him.
Backstory: Living in Highburn since the age of 6, Chris knows very little about his origins. Never having met his real mother, he was raised by his father and several of his father's ever changing mistresses. His father barely raised him however, preferring to frequent the local tavern ale and wenches. Chris was mostly tutored by Evan Gurney, the town blacksmith and there he learned at a young age to work steel and other metals. When Chris asked his father one day about where they came from, the man met him with only a blank look and muttered the word "Hell". He never inquired about it again. Chris's father died only 2 years ago, his body was found face down in the river, drowned. The townspeople found it unlikely that he was murdered as the man had a build that could have once been a soldier's and could have easily handled himself. Chris is now under the wing of Evan the blacksmith.
Name: Samuel Rhine
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Appearance: A gruff, angry looking soldier. He is shorter than most and a bit on the heavy side but as it turns out a majority of his 'fat' is actually muscle or so he claims. His skin is dark and rough from both the weather and injuries he has sustained over the course of his military career. Countless faded scars cover his body and face, criss-crossing like a road map, all of different shapes and sizes. Due to his sudden balding, Samuel shaved his head but for some reason refuses to shave his scruffy, uneven facial hair somehow never growing out enough to become a full beard. His eyes are the color of darkened metal, dull and unflinching like the weather he travels and the armor he wears.
Equipment: Samuel prefers the heavy iron plate armor. While it looks like the same as most other standard issue Heavy armor on the outside, Samuel has added a layer of soft padding on the inside, increasing both the insulation of warmth and reducing the vibrations the armor makes when it is struck. This reduces cracks in the armor and makes it a tad bit stronger than most other heavy armor. The padding, however, reduces mobility when swinging a weapon. Padding is in all pieces of armor except for his helmet.
Samuels weapon of choice is a large warhammer that he always carries with him. It is flat on both ends and made of a mixture of metals to keep the hammer from breaking. It is best used with two hands although Samuel can use it to block attacks with only one hand. It is primarily a crushing weapon, used to smash its foes to pieces in a few hits and in Samuel's hands it is a force to be reckoned with.
The shield, however, is worthless in Samuel's opinion. He mostly leaves it strapped to his back, considering it an extra layer of protection against any sneaky enemies. It has a curved, smooth surface and is very light. Commonly used to deflect projectile weapons, offers little protection from an actual weapon.
Other equipment on him includes a golden necklace with a 'C' on the end, a leather pouch with some food and water, a animal skin traveling cloak and a hunting knife in his boot.
Personality: Stubborn and old, Samuel is looking forward to his retirement and just wants to get this final job over with so he can retire in peace. This leads him to be greatly impatient with others. He has a softer side for most of the younger soldiers and is often reminded of himself in his younger days. Tries to lead by example but lacks any real leadership like qualities. Not that this bothers him, he has always enjoyed the thrill of the front-lines and braving the impossible.
Seeing as how he has no social attachments besides his younger brother and the soldiers whom he travels with, Samuel considers himself one of the most expandable of the group, willing to sacrifice himself for the others.
He has a surprising fondness for fishing and hopes to build a small hut near a lake where he will fish and be at peace for the rest of his days.
Backstory: As a young lad Samuel enjoyed fishing with his father. Afterwards, his mother would cook what they caught and they'd all eat along with his younger brother and older sister. His father was a soldier and regularly called away to fight while his mother took care of himself and his siblings. His sister ran away on her 20th birthday and was never seen again. He was 16 at the time and his brother was 14. This created a strong sense of distrust in them regarding females, except for motherly figures whom they saw more as protectors.
Eventually, Samuel grew out of his distrust for females when he sighed up for the military at the age of 18 and met Cassandra. Both of the were very distrustful of the opposite gender, leading to many fights and arguments between the two of them. During an after hours duel to prove who was the strongest, Samuel ended up kissing Cassandra, leading them to fall in love with eachother. There secret affair lasted for five years before they were split up into different units and Samuel never saw Cassandra again but before she left, they exchanged necklaces, a remembrance of the time they had.
Samuel later found out that Cassandra's unit disappeared in the mountains, all of them presumed dead. His bother had started work in his village as a serving boy and bartender, his dislike for women still evident whenever Samuel would visit. His mother ended up dying from a rare sickness and his father was killed in battle by wild beasts. Samuel continued his military career and never remarried nor ever saw or was with another women since Cassandra.
Extra: He is known to stare at the necklace for long periods of time and gets incredibly angry at those who interrupt his thoughts. Hates his brother.
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Appearance: A gruff, angry looking soldier. He is shorter than most and a bit on the heavy side but as it turns out a majority of his 'fat' is actually muscle or so he claims. His skin is dark and rough from both the weather and injuries he has sustained over the course of his military career. Countless faded scars cover his body and face, criss-crossing like a road map, all of different shapes and sizes. Due to his sudden balding, Samuel shaved his head but for some reason refuses to shave his scruffy, uneven facial hair somehow never growing out enough to become a full beard. His eyes are the color of darkened metal, dull and unflinching like the weather he travels and the armor he wears.
Equipment: Samuel prefers the heavy iron plate armor. While it looks like the same as most other standard issue Heavy armor on the outside, Samuel has added a layer of soft padding on the inside, increasing both the insulation of warmth and reducing the vibrations the armor makes when it is struck. This reduces cracks in the armor and makes it a tad bit stronger than most other heavy armor. The padding, however, reduces mobility when swinging a weapon. Padding is in all pieces of armor except for his helmet.
Samuels weapon of choice is a large warhammer that he always carries with him. It is flat on both ends and made of a mixture of metals to keep the hammer from breaking. It is best used with two hands although Samuel can use it to block attacks with only one hand. It is primarily a crushing weapon, used to smash its foes to pieces in a few hits and in Samuel's hands it is a force to be reckoned with.
The shield, however, is worthless in Samuel's opinion. He mostly leaves it strapped to his back, considering it an extra layer of protection against any sneaky enemies. It has a curved, smooth surface and is very light. Commonly used to deflect projectile weapons, offers little protection from an actual weapon.
Other equipment on him includes a golden necklace with a 'C' on the end, a leather pouch with some food and water, a animal skin traveling cloak and a hunting knife in his boot.
Personality: Stubborn and old, Samuel is looking forward to his retirement and just wants to get this final job over with so he can retire in peace. This leads him to be greatly impatient with others. He has a softer side for most of the younger soldiers and is often reminded of himself in his younger days. Tries to lead by example but lacks any real leadership like qualities. Not that this bothers him, he has always enjoyed the thrill of the front-lines and braving the impossible.
Seeing as how he has no social attachments besides his younger brother and the soldiers whom he travels with, Samuel considers himself one of the most expandable of the group, willing to sacrifice himself for the others.
He has a surprising fondness for fishing and hopes to build a small hut near a lake where he will fish and be at peace for the rest of his days.
Backstory: As a young lad Samuel enjoyed fishing with his father. Afterwards, his mother would cook what they caught and they'd all eat along with his younger brother and older sister. His father was a soldier and regularly called away to fight while his mother took care of himself and his siblings. His sister ran away on her 20th birthday and was never seen again. He was 16 at the time and his brother was 14. This created a strong sense of distrust in them regarding females, except for motherly figures whom they saw more as protectors.
Eventually, Samuel grew out of his distrust for females when he sighed up for the military at the age of 18 and met Cassandra. Both of the were very distrustful of the opposite gender, leading to many fights and arguments between the two of them. During an after hours duel to prove who was the strongest, Samuel ended up kissing Cassandra, leading them to fall in love with eachother. There secret affair lasted for five years before they were split up into different units and Samuel never saw Cassandra again but before she left, they exchanged necklaces, a remembrance of the time they had.
Samuel later found out that Cassandra's unit disappeared in the mountains, all of them presumed dead. His bother had started work in his village as a serving boy and bartender, his dislike for women still evident whenever Samuel would visit. His mother ended up dying from a rare sickness and his father was killed in battle by wild beasts. Samuel continued his military career and never remarried nor ever saw or was with another women since Cassandra.
Extra: He is known to stare at the necklace for long periods of time and gets incredibly angry at those who interrupt his thoughts. Hates his brother.
Alrighty, here we go
Name: Dwiller Mahagony
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aprox 5'6, small bushy beard around the mouth only, followed by some very dark brown, ear-length hair. His face is scruffy with stubble, but not chubby. He weighs around 90kg's without armor. His left eye is grey, for he is blind on it; cause of his first battle.
Equipment: Light armor. He denies wearing the standard helmet, for viewing with one eye is hard as it is. He fancies quick and delicate moves and is fast with his fingers, so a shortsword stationed on his back is his primary weaponry, along with the standard protocal iron shield. However, his shield is engraved with rough but cutting edges, making it a ideal limb-severing instrument. He's quite capable of shooting from a longbow, but he doesn't carry one.
Extra clothing he wears on non-combat occasion is a scruffy woolen hat and a fur cloak.
Personality: Intimidating at view, but quite friendly once in conversation. He cares to let his opinions show and often feels like everyone's uncle. He's not cocky yet witty, but he carries a type of style to his speech. Dwiller is quick to suggest solutions to problems and usually has the quickest solution at hand.
Backstory: Born to a farm life, his father was a village guard and his mother stayed home, taking care of the tiny ranch they lived on. They didn't have any lifestock, but sold herbs and food supplies at the village market. Dwiller practiced his bow skill on the trees around the farm establishment, but fancied practicing quick and decisive moves to Practice Dummies he had made from hay and wood and stationed in the garden.
His father never liked Dwiller training, but his mother had some knifing skills of her own, and often taught him some moves when daddy wasn't around.
His father retired after his mother died, and Dwiller joined the army.
Extra: Hates spiders and snow.
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aprox 5'6, small bushy beard around the mouth only, followed by some very dark brown, ear-length hair. His face is scruffy with stubble, but not chubby. He weighs around 90kg's without armor. His left eye is grey, for he is blind on it; cause of his first battle.
Equipment: Light armor. He denies wearing the standard helmet, for viewing with one eye is hard as it is. He fancies quick and delicate moves and is fast with his fingers, so a shortsword stationed on his back is his primary weaponry, along with the standard protocal iron shield. However, his shield is engraved with rough but cutting edges, making it a ideal limb-severing instrument. He's quite capable of shooting from a longbow, but he doesn't carry one.
Extra clothing he wears on non-combat occasion is a scruffy woolen hat and a fur cloak.
Personality: Intimidating at view, but quite friendly once in conversation. He cares to let his opinions show and often feels like everyone's uncle. He's not cocky yet witty, but he carries a type of style to his speech. Dwiller is quick to suggest solutions to problems and usually has the quickest solution at hand.
Backstory: Born to a farm life, his father was a village guard and his mother stayed home, taking care of the tiny ranch they lived on. They didn't have any lifestock, but sold herbs and food supplies at the village market. Dwiller practiced his bow skill on the trees around the farm establishment, but fancied practicing quick and decisive moves to Practice Dummies he had made from hay and wood and stationed in the garden.
His father never liked Dwiller training, but his mother had some knifing skills of her own, and often taught him some moves when daddy wasn't around.
His father retired after his mother died, and Dwiller joined the army.
Extra: Hates spiders and snow.
I will put down the Villager character sheet below here:
Name: Isabella Grindstone
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: 4'8, weighs aprox 82kg's and has jet black shoulder-length hair. Green eyes and an okay pretty girl face but a bit roughed out. She wears a white woolen blouse (think pirate) over ragged white linen clothing set. Knee-high brown hyde boots and a belt made from grey wolf pelts. Has a dirty grey and aged coat, made from several wolves.
Equipment: Keychain with a dozen of keys, an iron dagger in a skin sheathe and a satchel holding a sowing kit and pieces of linen.
Personality: Very friendly, likes to talk to everyone and greets everyone on sight kind of type. Loves to help wounded people and is very religous. Almost always smiling, but she's capable of expressing her feelings much better than anyone, and isn't afraid to let people know how she feels.
Backstory: Daughter of a Noble from the Eastern Empire, Isabella traveled to Highburn when she was five years of age. Her father stopped in Highburn over the winter, on his way to Bydell for diplomatic importance. During his winter stay, he grew fatally ill and Isabella was forced to live in Highburn for a while. After several tries from the locals to send word to the East regarding Isabella and her father, they recieved no response, so a man named Quinn took Isabella under his wing and cared for her like a step-father.
Quinn worked in the dungeon in Highburn. It was very remote and quiet most of the time. No locals ever got locked up, it was there only for stragglers and thieving travelers.
When Isabella was in the teen's she'd often work in the dungeon, cleaning up and giving the prisoners food, on the rare cases anyone was in there. Her step-mother was the town's doctor, and showed Isabella a few tricks.
All in all, she's currently the town's Caretaker. Called upon if someone is causing trouble or if anyone is injured, and she will see to it the problem get's fixed by authority or herself.
Extra: Strongly believes in Drion and Svor, and often refrences them in her sentances and prayers.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: 4'8, weighs aprox 82kg's and has jet black shoulder-length hair. Green eyes and an okay pretty girl face but a bit roughed out. She wears a white woolen blouse (think pirate) over ragged white linen clothing set. Knee-high brown hyde boots and a belt made from grey wolf pelts. Has a dirty grey and aged coat, made from several wolves.
Equipment: Keychain with a dozen of keys, an iron dagger in a skin sheathe and a satchel holding a sowing kit and pieces of linen.
Personality: Very friendly, likes to talk to everyone and greets everyone on sight kind of type. Loves to help wounded people and is very religous. Almost always smiling, but she's capable of expressing her feelings much better than anyone, and isn't afraid to let people know how she feels.
Backstory: Daughter of a Noble from the Eastern Empire, Isabella traveled to Highburn when she was five years of age. Her father stopped in Highburn over the winter, on his way to Bydell for diplomatic importance. During his winter stay, he grew fatally ill and Isabella was forced to live in Highburn for a while. After several tries from the locals to send word to the East regarding Isabella and her father, they recieved no response, so a man named Quinn took Isabella under his wing and cared for her like a step-father.
Quinn worked in the dungeon in Highburn. It was very remote and quiet most of the time. No locals ever got locked up, it was there only for stragglers and thieving travelers.
When Isabella was in the teen's she'd often work in the dungeon, cleaning up and giving the prisoners food, on the rare cases anyone was in there. Her step-mother was the town's doctor, and showed Isabella a few tricks.
All in all, she's currently the town's Caretaker. Called upon if someone is causing trouble or if anyone is injured, and she will see to it the problem get's fixed by authority or herself.
Extra: Strongly believes in Drion and Svor, and often refrences them in her sentances and prayers.
So, any changes? Any failures? Please point them out, this looks like a great RP, I'd hate to miss it
EDIT: OMG I just read xxcloud417xx's Villager just now, what are the chances of me creating a female blacksmith? Huh, this would be interesting....
EDITED the personality.
EDITED the shield.
EDITED AGAIN: Now it was the Villager, I didn't want three smiths in the village, and it needed a type of doctor type anyway. Hope you like it!
The soldier's personality needs to be more detailed. Other than that it's good.Jav3lin said:Name: Dwiller Mahagony
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: Aprox 5'6, small bushy beard around the mouth only, followed by some very dark brown, ear-length hair. His face is scruffy with stubble, but not chubby. He weighs around 90kg's without armor. His left eye is grey, for he is blind on it; caused by his first battle.
Equipment: Light armor. He denies wearing the standard helmet, for viewing with one eye is hard as it is. He fancies quick and delicate moves and is fast with his fingers, so two daggers stationed on his back are his primary weaponry. He's quite capable of shooting from a longbow, but he doesn't carry one.
Personality: Intimidating at view, but quite friendly once in conversation. He cares to let his opinions show and often feels like everyone's uncle. He's not cocky yet witty, but he carries a type of style to his speech.
Backstory: Born to a farm life, his father was a village guard and his mother stayed home, taking care of the tiny ranch they lived on. They didn't have any lifestock, but sold herbs and food supplies at the village market. Dwiller practiced his bow skill on the trees around the farm establishment, but fancied practicing quick and decisive moves to Practice Dummies he had made from hay and wood and stationed in the garden.
His father never liked Dwiller training, but his mother had some knifing skills of her own, and often taught him some moves when daddy wasn't around.
His father retired after his mother died, and Dwiller joined the army.
Extra: Hates spiders and snow.
I will put down the Villager character sheet below here:
Name: Isabella Grindstone
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: 4'8, weighs aprox 82kg's and has jet black shoulder-length hair. Green eyes and an okay pretty girl face. A bit roughed out though, for her job requires it. She wears white and dirty clothes under a dark green and incredibly dirty apron. The green is visibly fading into black.
Equipment: Smithing hammer.
Personality: Daddy's little girl, since she has no mother to speak of. Isabella's mother left two months after she was born, and her father, too much of a sucker for babies, kept her. Being on the road much has brought some interesting traits, as well as a funny way to speak. Sort of a dublin/italian accent has evolved. Likes tough jobs like smithing weapons and carrying weight, doesn't hang around men that often, but is far from being a virgin.
Backstory: Isabella and her father have been traveling the roads, roaming the towns with their little carriage for some years now.
Ever since Isabella was five years old, she's been on the road, traveling, selling, entertaining, you name it. Highburn has been their "home" for almost a year now, since it brings in so much business. They usually sleep in their carriage, which has a cloth roof, but on cold nights they like to stay at the Inn. They are fairly respected amongst the guards and some of the villagers, so their cart is never looted, except for the random occurs that strangers enter town and find it un-manned.
All in all, she's good with a hammer and can craft the most efficient weapons and repair almost any type of armor, given the right instruments and a forge & anvil ofcourse. Her father has a deal with the local blacksmith to use his forge and anvil, in trade for 30% of their good's profit. It's a reasonable treaty, and life is looking up for Isabella at the moment.
However, one small problem; Her father has caught some sort of a pest, and has been fairly ill for the past three months. That is one of the reasons why they stay in Highburn, traveling more will most likely cause the illness to rise. Her father is still capable of working and all, but Isabella still fears for his health every day, and prays every night, that he either find health or to see a grandson before his time is over.
So, any changes? Any failures? Please point them out, this looks like a great RP, I'd hate to miss it
EDIT: OMG I just read xxcloud417xx's Villager just now, what are the chances of me creating a female blacksmith? Huh, this would be interesting....
@everyone: Just to let you know, I will NOT be judging based on the villagers, only the soldiers. So if there's one sheet that you spend time perfecting, make it the soldier.
Actually I created a Blacksmith character way back. (though I just messaged it to Yorg and didn't post it in thread. (Yeah, may not have been the smartest way.)Jav3lin said:
EDIT: Could you confirm this, Yorg, so I don't come off as too much of a douche. Unless I already has. Shit!
Posting sheet:
Name: Barak
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Appearance:Rather short, but incredibly muscular, giving a slightly silly image. Looking at him further is likely to give an opposite opinion, though. A large portion of his face is covered with thick black facial hair. His eyes are dark and serious. His hair is as long as his beard, and it's hard to tell where one stops and the other one starts.
Equipment: Smith's hammer, apron.
Personality: Barak is a man of few words, communicating as much with grunts, as with words. He generally tends to avoid most people, however, although his job sometimes make it difficult. Although he is very calm and controlled many people secretly fear him, and he has a lot of respect in the village.
Backstory: Barak and his parents arrived in Highburn many years ago, fleeing from the Eastern lands. They settled, but they were always outside of the community somewhat. His parents never learned the language very well, and Barak was teased by the other children for his accent and odd looks. This lead to him spending a lot of time at his father's side, mastering the arts of a blacksmith. When Barak's father froze to death after being caught in a blizzard while hunting, Barak took over the family business. He has been supplying the villagers with everything metal ever since. He gets his raw material from the village's ore mining.
Note:In recent years he has accepted an apprentice, named Noel.
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Appearance:Rather short, but incredibly muscular, giving a slightly silly image. Looking at him further is likely to give an opposite opinion, though. A large portion of his face is covered with thick black facial hair. His eyes are dark and serious. His hair is as long as his beard, and it's hard to tell where one stops and the other one starts.
Equipment: Smith's hammer, apron.
Personality: Barak is a man of few words, communicating as much with grunts, as with words. He generally tends to avoid most people, however, although his job sometimes make it difficult. Although he is very calm and controlled many people secretly fear him, and he has a lot of respect in the village.
Backstory: Barak and his parents arrived in Highburn many years ago, fleeing from the Eastern lands. They settled, but they were always outside of the community somewhat. His parents never learned the language very well, and Barak was teased by the other children for his accent and odd looks. This lead to him spending a lot of time at his father's side, mastering the arts of a blacksmith. When Barak's father froze to death after being caught in a blizzard while hunting, Barak took over the family business. He has been supplying the villagers with everything metal ever since. He gets his raw material from the village's ore mining.
Note:In recent years he has accepted an apprentice, named Noel.
I just edited my original sheet post on page 1, post #16.
Everyone else was doing it. Peer pressure made me do it. By the way Yorgi, it is exactly the same as the one I messaged you. So no need to cross reference the two.
Also, when will we hear about the lucky few who will make it in? Because I have been anxious all weekend, hoping that I'll make it in. It would be quite the honor to be allowed in with all of this awesome talent.
Everyone else was doing it. Peer pressure made me do it. By the way Yorgi, it is exactly the same as the one I messaged you. So no need to cross reference the two.
Also, when will we hear about the lucky few who will make it in? Because I have been anxious all weekend, hoping that I'll make it in. It would be quite the honor to be allowed in with all of this awesome talent.
If you need me to edit the Blacksmith's name on my sheet to fit yours I can do so.The Hairminator said:
That was the original plan, yes. Since the villager sheets aren't being judged, I would have rather had them not in the thread. I wasn't clear on that though, so it's my fault.Nukey said:
I have this feeling that some judging will need to be done on the villager sheets in order to keep things from overlapping and creating holes in the story...Yorgmiester said:
The piecing together of the different character's backstories is going to happen after the characters have been chosen based on their quality and the skills and reliability of the players controlling them (not based on whether they fit with other characters). That's why you shouldn't be worrying about stories fitting together yet.xxcloud417xx said:
You said he "joined a ragtag group of men" when he arrived in the village, who I assumed to be our unit. He's supposed to be a soldier. Also, he can't have lived in Highburn for ten years if he's been off fighting battles with the unit. They've just recently been assigned to defend the town, most of them have never lived here before.Jarsteen said:
A guess the main problem I had with the Inuit thing wasn't the background as much as the fact that he's still an Inuit warrior. If he had been in the Imperial Army for ten years, he would have become an Imperial Soldier, using their gear, speaking their language, adjusting to their customs. That's the problem. I mentioned at the beginning that they weren't going to be a "ragtag group of warriors" or a special ops team or a band of mercenaries, they were going to be soldiers. And a soldier Inuuk is not.
So I added SOME to the personality, but there's not really that much more I can add really. I'm building my character completely off my Dragon Age character except for the name
Anyway, be sure that I will developed some personality once I get into the game, you've seen me in action, judge as you wish.
EDIT: Also, if my character is required to carry a shield, I can oblige by wielding a shield on my back over the daggers.
Anyway, be sure that I will developed some personality once I get into the game, you've seen me in action, judge as you wish.
EDIT: Also, if my character is required to carry a shield, I can oblige by wielding a shield on my back over the daggers.
Name: Dekres 'Dek' Uyran
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing at 5 foot 7, and with a slim build, Dek is by no means a large man. He is starting to go grey, prematurely, due to 'the nature of the job' as he says, all of his hair, bar the greying temples, is a dirty brown colour, untameable and short clinging to his scalp. His eyes are a strange affair, the right one being a light brown/hazel colour with the other being an, almost white, light blue. A thin scar winds it's way from his left temple to right cheek, crossing over his nose on it's way down, missing both eyes.
Equipment: Favouring a pike as his primary weapon has marked Dek as a different fighter, the odd choice has influenced his shield as well, reducing it to a circular wrist mounted ordeal as opposed to a full shield, used for blocking the occasional enemy that works close to his body. Armour wise, he favours a light armour, preferring the flexibility it grants him in combat, deeming heavy armour as too constricting to use a pike properly. Several nicks and cuts in the chest and shoulder plates remind him of how lucky he has been so far in life.
Personality: In battle, Dek is very cynical, failing to see the point of the bloodshed unless he is trying to protect those who need it. He often verses his views on those who glorify violence, preferring to settle himself through a debate than a duel. Outside of battle, he is a very closed off person, building walls through sarcasm to prevent himself being truly found.
When someone overcomes those walls however, they can see how truly flawed a man he is, loyal to the point of fanaticism to those he cares for, and vindictive to those who betray him. Dekres seems to be permanently grinning, adding to the level of sarcasm he omits, but the grin is normally forced, trying to bury and deny all other emotion that creep to the surface.
Occasionally these emotions break free, during these times, Dek is very unstable, often prone to unprovoked, heartless violence, on both a physical and verbal level, allowing all of his hatred and sorrow be dropped onto others.
Backstory: Raised in a small house, his father being an abusive drunk, taught Dekres one thing - people are normally scum - this idea was reinforced on the eve of his tenth birthday, the day his father and mother left, albeit in different ways. A drunken rage from his father ended his mothers life, over an argument of something trivial, the resulting noise attracted a mob. The mob summarily became a lynch mob, dragging his father away.
This was the beginning of the descent to the now Dekres, the gradual building of the wall from other people. His refusal to be like his father led him into two things - the army so he would not be a weak, poor man, and the refusal to ever drink, lest he become the thing he hates.
Extra: Dekres is often seen playing with a coin, the design of which is unique, the origin unknown to all but him.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing at 5 foot 7, and with a slim build, Dek is by no means a large man. He is starting to go grey, prematurely, due to 'the nature of the job' as he says, all of his hair, bar the greying temples, is a dirty brown colour, untameable and short clinging to his scalp. His eyes are a strange affair, the right one being a light brown/hazel colour with the other being an, almost white, light blue. A thin scar winds it's way from his left temple to right cheek, crossing over his nose on it's way down, missing both eyes.
Equipment: Favouring a pike as his primary weapon has marked Dek as a different fighter, the odd choice has influenced his shield as well, reducing it to a circular wrist mounted ordeal as opposed to a full shield, used for blocking the occasional enemy that works close to his body. Armour wise, he favours a light armour, preferring the flexibility it grants him in combat, deeming heavy armour as too constricting to use a pike properly. Several nicks and cuts in the chest and shoulder plates remind him of how lucky he has been so far in life.
Personality: In battle, Dek is very cynical, failing to see the point of the bloodshed unless he is trying to protect those who need it. He often verses his views on those who glorify violence, preferring to settle himself through a debate than a duel. Outside of battle, he is a very closed off person, building walls through sarcasm to prevent himself being truly found.
When someone overcomes those walls however, they can see how truly flawed a man he is, loyal to the point of fanaticism to those he cares for, and vindictive to those who betray him. Dekres seems to be permanently grinning, adding to the level of sarcasm he omits, but the grin is normally forced, trying to bury and deny all other emotion that creep to the surface.
Occasionally these emotions break free, during these times, Dek is very unstable, often prone to unprovoked, heartless violence, on both a physical and verbal level, allowing all of his hatred and sorrow be dropped onto others.
Backstory: Raised in a small house, his father being an abusive drunk, taught Dekres one thing - people are normally scum - this idea was reinforced on the eve of his tenth birthday, the day his father and mother left, albeit in different ways. A drunken rage from his father ended his mothers life, over an argument of something trivial, the resulting noise attracted a mob. The mob summarily became a lynch mob, dragging his father away.
This was the beginning of the descent to the now Dekres, the gradual building of the wall from other people. His refusal to be like his father led him into two things - the army so he would not be a weak, poor man, and the refusal to ever drink, lest he become the thing he hates.
Extra: Dekres is often seen playing with a coin, the design of which is unique, the origin unknown to all but him.
I say maybe we should wait for more people. I'm in no hurry, and I'd hate to see this get destroyed by impatience.