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Well I am excited for whenever the thread starts. I would add more to my sheet but in my opinion it is the best sheet I have ever made so I am hard pressed to find things to add to it. I looked at Otlina Tel, she is very similar to Aryana and I am hoping that if I get in there might be a bit of a beauties clash, a cat fight even 
Ohhh, that's who you are! Now I remember.Jav3lin said:
*says nothing else, leaving you nervous*
Added to OP under NPC's: Griger Lucas
It seems I have reached the character limit in the OP. Thus any further additions, including the Common Religion, will be added to this post, Post 127, and referred to in the OP.
The most common religion in the Empire is a belief in The Syn'Eir, an ancient race of gods who inhabit Ol, the place people go when they die. According to this religion, Ol has five different realms, each ruled by a different god or group of gods. These realms are as follows;
There are many other gods as well. Paryn, the god of war and conflict, Shio, goddess of the wind and changing of events, Onbor, the god of horses, ships, and the sea, and Beyel, the trickster god of magic, to name a few. There is also Zmeshko, goddess of fidelity and of birth, who binds people together in love, and Vfraar, the terrible beast-god of death, who's task it is to ferry those who have died across to Ol.
Realm of Stars. Where those who have become wise through studying the gods and drawing closer to understanding them go when they die, and look down upon the earth and those still alive to guide them as they were guided. Drion, god of the Many Tongues, and Svor, god of Enlightenment, are the ones who rule this realm.
Realm of Rivers. Where farmers, laborers, servants, and the poor go when they die. The Realm of Rivers is a place of quiet and rest. Leath, goddess of Calm, rules this realm.
Realm of The Hall. Where warriors and soldiers go when they die in battle. It is a place of feasting, and drinking, and dancing, and music. Each warrior has his own table, and gathered around that table are all those whom his death gave life. Frebal, god of Joy, rules this realm.
Realm of The Shore. Where sailors and explorers go when they die, all those who dared venture beyond the edges of the world. Here secrets are revealed and treasure is found, and the souls of the adventurous are contented. Cerr, god of Fulfillment and Wealth, rules this realm.
Realm of the Sun. Where the wicked and evil go when they die. Here they all burn forever, fueling the light that warms the world, in repayment for their sins. No gods rule this realm.
Realm of Rivers. Where farmers, laborers, servants, and the poor go when they die. The Realm of Rivers is a place of quiet and rest. Leath, goddess of Calm, rules this realm.
Realm of The Hall. Where warriors and soldiers go when they die in battle. It is a place of feasting, and drinking, and dancing, and music. Each warrior has his own table, and gathered around that table are all those whom his death gave life. Frebal, god of Joy, rules this realm.
Realm of The Shore. Where sailors and explorers go when they die, all those who dared venture beyond the edges of the world. Here secrets are revealed and treasure is found, and the souls of the adventurous are contented. Cerr, god of Fulfillment and Wealth, rules this realm.
Realm of the Sun. Where the wicked and evil go when they die. Here they all burn forever, fueling the light that warms the world, in repayment for their sins. No gods rule this realm.
There are many other gods as well. Paryn, the god of war and conflict, Shio, goddess of the wind and changing of events, Onbor, the god of horses, ships, and the sea, and Beyel, the trickster god of magic, to name a few. There is also Zmeshko, goddess of fidelity and of birth, who binds people together in love, and Vfraar, the terrible beast-god of death, who's task it is to ferry those who have died across to Ol.
Name: Ravius Non
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ravius is a fairly nondescript man, with short brown hair and dull green-blue eyes that don't seem to say much about him. He has a large nose and a long chin that is often decorated with a fine layer of stubble. His body is thin and athletic, his legs long and strong like a runner's. A large scar runs across his torso, from his left shoulder to just above his right hip.
Equipment: Ravius wears light armor and winter cloak, preferring a fur hood and collar to the leather helm. His main weapon is a longbow, which he can use with surprising accuracy from long range. Besides this he has a small leather shield and a long dagger.
Personality: Ravius is a quiet man, not talking much but rather letting his demeanor and attitude do the communicating. He is also a sad man, so much so that some might call him depressed. Those who know him better can tell that he isn't depressed so much as simply unhappy. It's evident that he doesn't like being a soldier, and that he's carrying around a lot of bad feelings.
Backstory: He hasn't told anyone much about his past, but from what he has spoken of ,it is evident that Ravius once led a life of crime, which is what ended up landing him in the army. He has also mentioned a woman, but has never specified what his relationship with her was. It is apparent that she is dead now, and that he harbors some kind of remorse about the matter. Whatever the case, the crime that earned him his spot in the military is officially listed as "counts of arson and assault of a public officer".
Extra: Ravius is not good with children, seeming to have a peculiar aversion to them. He is also afraid of tight spaces.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ravius is a fairly nondescript man, with short brown hair and dull green-blue eyes that don't seem to say much about him. He has a large nose and a long chin that is often decorated with a fine layer of stubble. His body is thin and athletic, his legs long and strong like a runner's. A large scar runs across his torso, from his left shoulder to just above his right hip.
Equipment: Ravius wears light armor and winter cloak, preferring a fur hood and collar to the leather helm. His main weapon is a longbow, which he can use with surprising accuracy from long range. Besides this he has a small leather shield and a long dagger.
Personality: Ravius is a quiet man, not talking much but rather letting his demeanor and attitude do the communicating. He is also a sad man, so much so that some might call him depressed. Those who know him better can tell that he isn't depressed so much as simply unhappy. It's evident that he doesn't like being a soldier, and that he's carrying around a lot of bad feelings.
Backstory: He hasn't told anyone much about his past, but from what he has spoken of ,it is evident that Ravius once led a life of crime, which is what ended up landing him in the army. He has also mentioned a woman, but has never specified what his relationship with her was. It is apparent that she is dead now, and that he harbors some kind of remorse about the matter. Whatever the case, the crime that earned him his spot in the military is officially listed as "counts of arson and assault of a public officer".
Extra: Ravius is not good with children, seeming to have a peculiar aversion to them. He is also afraid of tight spaces.
Name: Lera Ester
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lera is a plain-looking girl. She's not ugly, but she's not particularly attractive either. She has tan skin and auburn hair that reaches about halfway down her back, close-set eyes and large, dimpled cheeks, giving her a rather cheery appearance most of the time. Her eyes are blue.
Equipment: Lera's main weapon is a bow; she also carries a longsword and a small hunting dagger, and of course a small leather shield. She wears light armor and carries basic survival tools.
Personality: Lera is a generally happy woman, cheering people up when she can and crying with them when they need it. She wouldn't have been in the army had she a choice, but at least she isn't up in the front lines getting covered in gore. She has always loved nature and the wilderness, and so being a scout suits her well. When she must fight, she does it form a distance.
Backstory: Lera was a farmer's child, like many of the soldiers, and grew up working. However, after their animals and crops were decimated one fateful winter by cold and disease, they were forced to move into a local town and work as servants or handymen. Her father eventually took up hunting, once the family had their feet on the ground once more, and she often went with him, enjoying the thrill of the chase, the suspense of the ambush, and the majesty of nature.
Lera joined the army when she was eighteen, out of necessity. Her family hit on hard times, and didn't have the money to support all six children. Since she was the oldest, she volunteered to leave, and so she did, enlisting with the troops in hopes of one day coming back to her family with the money earned by her service.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lera is a plain-looking girl. She's not ugly, but she's not particularly attractive either. She has tan skin and auburn hair that reaches about halfway down her back, close-set eyes and large, dimpled cheeks, giving her a rather cheery appearance most of the time. Her eyes are blue.
Equipment: Lera's main weapon is a bow; she also carries a longsword and a small hunting dagger, and of course a small leather shield. She wears light armor and carries basic survival tools.
Personality: Lera is a generally happy woman, cheering people up when she can and crying with them when they need it. She wouldn't have been in the army had she a choice, but at least she isn't up in the front lines getting covered in gore. She has always loved nature and the wilderness, and so being a scout suits her well. When she must fight, she does it form a distance.
Backstory: Lera was a farmer's child, like many of the soldiers, and grew up working. However, after their animals and crops were decimated one fateful winter by cold and disease, they were forced to move into a local town and work as servants or handymen. Her father eventually took up hunting, once the family had their feet on the ground once more, and she often went with him, enjoying the thrill of the chase, the suspense of the ambush, and the majesty of nature.
Lera joined the army when she was eighteen, out of necessity. Her family hit on hard times, and didn't have the money to support all six children. Since she was the oldest, she volunteered to leave, and so she did, enlisting with the troops in hopes of one day coming back to her family with the money earned by her service.
Added my Backstory to my character sheet, this is where my villager sheet will be placed tomorrow
Holy Backstory, Batman! Consider your chances increased by 42 cans of awesomesauce.Lost In The Void said:
Added to Post 127: Lera Ester
That should be the last of the NPC's.
I am going to make a heavy duty change to my background due to LITV's kick ass BS. That is, after I go and see Kick Ass. Don't pick people till I make my change!
I will make an edit here, or new post, to let you know that it is done.
I will make an edit here, or new post, to let you know that it is done.
I am beginning to make the selection, as it is turning out to be a very hard process that will require much thought.
Threewords hasn't posted his sheet yet, until then I can't really make a decision in good conscience. So until Threewords posts his sheet, edits can still be made. After that, it shall all be closed. Expect my decision tonight, provided Threeowrds has his sheet made by then.
Threewords hasn't posted his sheet yet, until then I can't really make a decision in good conscience. So until Threewords posts his sheet, edits can still be made. After that, it shall all be closed. Expect my decision tonight, provided Threeowrds has his sheet made by then.
Jeez, when you said we would be intertwining the histories, I thought it was an excuse to not be a long-winded, show stealer. [small]Josh[/small].
I'm a little worried about my chances now, but it seems too late to make changes. I may still try though, but I don't really want to add more per se.
I'm a little worried about my chances now, but it seems too late to make changes. I may still try though, but I don't really want to add more per se.
I JUST made a major change to my backstory. So please look over it before making your decision.Yorgmiester said:
The moment of truth has come. After a lot of thought, head scratching, thread reading, hair pulling, and teeth gnashing, I have painfully whittled the selected group to eight, the limit I set for myself. Before I reveal the chosen, I just want to say that it was a very hard process, and in the end it came down to the simple flip of a coin. I won't tell you which two were part of that fateful thumb flick, just know it happened. That's how difficult it was.
*sighs*
*cracks neck*
*secures protective headgear*
*clears throat*
To those of you who did not make the final cut, I send my deepest regrets. I know several of you put a great deal of effort into your sheets, and i'm very sorry that you didn't make it into the RP. Hopefully your time creating such excellent characters will be at the very least a valuable learning experience. I hope we can still be friends, and that you won't poison my next glass of wine.
To those who did make the final cut, congratulations! I would now like to direct you to the Atulon's Pass usergroup, located here, which you will all receive an invite to shortly. Since I will be extremely busy tomorrow, the RP will begin Sunday. Tomorrow will be used to work out the roles each soldier will play in the unit and any important details of the histories they have together. All such discussion should take place inside the usergroup, as I want OOC posting in this thread kept to a minimum from here on out.
*sighs*
*cracks neck*
*secures protective headgear*
*clears throat*
The Chosen.
Lost in the Void
Nukey
The Hairminator
Quad08
Sporky111
Shapsters
TheSentinel
...and Threewords, should he choose to submit a suitable sheet before we start. If not, he's out of luck, and I'll have one less character to write a death scene for.
Lost in the Void
Nukey
The Hairminator
Quad08
Sporky111
Shapsters
TheSentinel
...and Threewords, should he choose to submit a suitable sheet before we start. If not, he's out of luck, and I'll have one less character to write a death scene for.
To those of you who did not make the final cut, I send my deepest regrets. I know several of you put a great deal of effort into your sheets, and i'm very sorry that you didn't make it into the RP. Hopefully your time creating such excellent characters will be at the very least a valuable learning experience. I hope we can still be friends, and that you won't poison my next glass of wine.
To those who did make the final cut, congratulations! I would now like to direct you to the Atulon's Pass usergroup, located here, which you will all receive an invite to shortly. Since I will be extremely busy tomorrow, the RP will begin Sunday. Tomorrow will be used to work out the roles each soldier will play in the unit and any important details of the histories they have together. All such discussion should take place inside the usergroup, as I want OOC posting in this thread kept to a minimum from here on out.
Crap, there goes a week of work gone to waste. Oh well.
It was me that was the flipped coin right? RIGHT!?! If my luck were to hold out, that is the case.
It was me that was the flipped coin right? RIGHT!?! If my luck were to hold out, that is the case.
Name: William Idaho
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: William is halfway through his ascension to manhood, as such he is almost six foot tall, though yet to fully flesh out, yet unlike most boys of his stage, he is graceful and smooth in his movements, for which he has his training as a hunter to thank. His face has the look of a man to it's angles, though he is yet to shave more than once a week, and he still wears his ginger-brown hair down to his neck. his eyes are grey blue and watchful, taking in everything around him with a quiet observance that speaks of his great potential in his profession, and his mouth, though not overused, is wide and sensuous, often gifted with a smile.
As befits a hunter, he wears simple, dark clothes which are more for practicality than show; they allow his to move silently when he needs to, and are surprisingly comfortable, though look shabby and old to those who judge merely by look
Equipment: Being a young man, William has few possessions of his own; but those he does have he treasures closely; a hunting knife, his clothes, a few bone pendants he carved himself, several dozen arrows, also homemade, a quiver to hold up to two dozen, and above all his bow; a beautiful creation bought form a traveling trader with a years worth of saved furs; it is excellent and he feels it brings him luck. He also has a small kit for the making of arrows, containing a small knife, a reel of twine, a needle, fifty of so arrow heads and a pouch of fletching feathers. He must find more shafts himself, and should his other supplies run out, he is able to replace all but the needle and knife (assuming he lives that long)
Personality: William is a quiet boy, given to periods of introspection, and possessing of the rare ability to sit still for hours without hint of boredom nor weariness; such talents have made him a skilled hunter, and his master has high hopes for him
However, for all his power4s of silence, he is by no means bad company, for he is well versed both in the art of light conversation and the deeper silences that come only between friends; he understands well the function of both of noise and quiet
Backstory: Born and raised in Highburn, William is a child of the mountains through and through. Both his parents are alive, though his mother is not well; she miscarried when pregnant with a younger sibling for William, and has never been the same since. Her depression also affected his father, who was sometimes driven to drink by his wife's depression, and though he tried to avoid it, it drove William to avoid the house when he could. Instead, he took to exploring the mountains, and more than once ran into the hunter Dervish, who he made friends with. Dervish offered to teach him how to live in the mountains, to stalk an animal in total silence and bring it down without a sound, and when William showed great promise wen to Dervish went to the boy's parents and asked to take him as a apprentice; this they accepted, for his father knew at heart what troubled the boy and was further glad to set him on a course for a worthwhile profession.
The move cost little in terms of emotion, for William only moved in with Dervish and his wife on the other side of the village, but he began learning his craft in earnest, and withing three years was a skilled hunter indeed. Only six months ago, Dervish bought his the beautiful bow which he treasures.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: William is halfway through his ascension to manhood, as such he is almost six foot tall, though yet to fully flesh out, yet unlike most boys of his stage, he is graceful and smooth in his movements, for which he has his training as a hunter to thank. His face has the look of a man to it's angles, though he is yet to shave more than once a week, and he still wears his ginger-brown hair down to his neck. his eyes are grey blue and watchful, taking in everything around him with a quiet observance that speaks of his great potential in his profession, and his mouth, though not overused, is wide and sensuous, often gifted with a smile.
As befits a hunter, he wears simple, dark clothes which are more for practicality than show; they allow his to move silently when he needs to, and are surprisingly comfortable, though look shabby and old to those who judge merely by look
Equipment: Being a young man, William has few possessions of his own; but those he does have he treasures closely; a hunting knife, his clothes, a few bone pendants he carved himself, several dozen arrows, also homemade, a quiver to hold up to two dozen, and above all his bow; a beautiful creation bought form a traveling trader with a years worth of saved furs; it is excellent and he feels it brings him luck. He also has a small kit for the making of arrows, containing a small knife, a reel of twine, a needle, fifty of so arrow heads and a pouch of fletching feathers. He must find more shafts himself, and should his other supplies run out, he is able to replace all but the needle and knife (assuming he lives that long)
Personality: William is a quiet boy, given to periods of introspection, and possessing of the rare ability to sit still for hours without hint of boredom nor weariness; such talents have made him a skilled hunter, and his master has high hopes for him
However, for all his power4s of silence, he is by no means bad company, for he is well versed both in the art of light conversation and the deeper silences that come only between friends; he understands well the function of both of noise and quiet
Backstory: Born and raised in Highburn, William is a child of the mountains through and through. Both his parents are alive, though his mother is not well; she miscarried when pregnant with a younger sibling for William, and has never been the same since. Her depression also affected his father, who was sometimes driven to drink by his wife's depression, and though he tried to avoid it, it drove William to avoid the house when he could. Instead, he took to exploring the mountains, and more than once ran into the hunter Dervish, who he made friends with. Dervish offered to teach him how to live in the mountains, to stalk an animal in total silence and bring it down without a sound, and when William showed great promise wen to Dervish went to the boy's parents and asked to take him as a apprentice; this they accepted, for his father knew at heart what troubled the boy and was further glad to set him on a course for a worthwhile profession.
The move cost little in terms of emotion, for William only moved in with Dervish and his wife on the other side of the village, but he began learning his craft in earnest, and withing three years was a skilled hunter indeed. Only six months ago, Dervish bought his the beautiful bow which he treasures.