Honor Among Thieves - A Dishonored RP [Closed]

[Avayu]

That seems fine. Though, if the "best thief in Dunwall" wants to take this job, he would have to be quite desperate, wouldn't he?

Well he like to think he's the best thief in Dunwall. Weither or not he actually is, is up for debate.

Which just makes it more fun.

Spoiler: Collin

Name: Collin Finley

Age: 16 (though he tends to lie and say he's older)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall and lanky, though quite scrawny. He tends to wear oversized clothing, most of which belonged to his father though the rest is discarded rags or stolen items. His brown hair is short but messy, and he has little in the way of facial hair. He tends to look on edge, and sometimes idly mutters things to himself or scratches at his arm.

Personality: Quiet but hard working, Collin tends to keep to himself when possible, primarily out of a growing sense of paranoia, though also due to simply not wanting to bother others. He has opened up in the past around those he trusted, though recent events have made trusting more difficult. He is more easily frightened than angered, but tends to hide anger and scheme or imagine ways to get back at people. Recent events have left him especially distrusting of religion (mostly the overseers) and have made his sense of humor somewhat morbid.

Abilities: Growing up near the docks Collin learned the value of hard work early on, and is stronger than he looks. Aside from that he is quite good at operating boats and other bits of technology that he grew up around, and his father did teach him to shoot a pistol. He is an excellent swimmer, and has some talent as a pickpocket, though that is a skill he has only recently begun exploring. He also seems to have a strange affinity with animals most notably rats and other vermin, and has some skill at getting them to do what he wants, this skill is highly limited and he doesn't really understand it himself.

Equipment: He has a handful of coins, a pistol and some bullets, and a rune. These were all stolen or in the case of the rune "recovered" from the overseers when he escaped their capture.

Biography: Born to a whaler Collin never knew his mother, but while life on the docks was hard he found something of a family among the other whalers. They taught him to work, swim, shoot, swear, and other skills, but like many things it all came crashing down with the rat plague. His father died at sea not long before the plague hit, leaving Collin with little to remember him by aside from a whalebone rune he had found and left with Collin as a gift. While Collin initially found support among the other whalers the plague hit and with it came an atmosphere of mistrust and soon Collin found himself alone.

It was then that the rune began to whisper to him, before he had occasionally had strange dreams when he slept with it nearby, sometimes of a strange void that somehow reminded him of the sea, he found it oddly comforting as a reminder of his fathers work. The whispering was different though, it was insidious and it crept into his mind even in his waking hours. He began to mutter to himself, but the thought of discarding the rune never crossed his mind, it was a memento of his father after all. However it wasn't long before his behavior was reported, and then the overseers came.

Fortunately for him riots in the streets delayed his transport to the overseer headquarters, and he was thrown into a makeshift cell until the streets cleared up. He had given up hope, and was trying to sleep when the whispers woke him, the guard posted at his cell had fallen asleep himself, yet he couldn't quite reach the keys on the guards belt, just barely out of reach when an albino rat came along, picked up the keys in its teeth and nudged them to him. With the keys in hand he escaped his cell, stole what he could from the sleeping guard including his rune, and fled.

Reason for taking the job: Collin wants nothing more than to get away from the Overseers, who he is certain are still looking for him. Beyond that he knows that he needs money, and the money offered by this job, however shady it seems, was just too good to pass up.

Here it is, let me know if there are any problems.

Interesting. I feel kind of sorry for having you have to jump through so many loops, but it seems like it was worth it.

 

[wilcoblackflame]

Zelia Droite

I like it. Nice concept, nothing too outlandish, good motivation. Though I'll warn you that her appearance could still raise some eyebrows in the Laughing Hagfish or other, seedier places.

Also, I'd like to remind everyone that if you have questions or ideas for characters you aren't completely sure of, just send me a PM.

Of course, of course. But then that's half the fun. And granted she can always wear something else if needs must but it's going to be considerable harder to get around the issue of those glasses.

 

[IFS]

Interesting. I feel kind of sorry for having you have to jump through so many loops, but it seems like it was worth it.

Nah its fine, I'd rather have done so than have posted a char that wouldn't work.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Spoiler: Sir Gavin Tsorovik, a.k.a. The Outsider's Rival

Name: Sir Gavin Tsorovik

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: His very pale face is starting to wrinkle a bit, high cheekbones struggling to keep his gaunt cheeks above his nose. Speaking of his nose, its fairly large (not Cyrano de Bergerac material, but still fairly impressive), though it bears a large scar that seems to create a small canyon along its battered bridge. Due to an injury he suffered in battle against forces that threatened (and, with the aid of The Outsider, eventually destroyed) the noble family that he served. His physique is fairly brawny, and as such, he isn't likely to be climbing anything anytime soon. Whenever he goes into the field, as it were, he wears a large grey-brown cloak and hood that gives him the appearance of a predatory hawk, and which serves to conceal the set of medium-grade dark ruby red steel armor; the cloak is also where he stores all of his gear aside from his pistol and his sword.

Personality: He's a fairly... severe personality. While he usually is a welcome sight at the social gatherings he is frequently invited to (due to his social status, as well as his skill with the blade and pistol), he doesn't particularly enjoy them. Nonetheless, he tends to be a fairly magnetic person at any such gathering he deigns to attend. Probably equal parts his now long established reputation as the 'mysterious foreigner,' as much as his habit of regaling others in some of his more... uplifting war stories when someone has managed to slip some actual alcohol into his drink (which almost always happens, he doesn't really get mad about it anymore). He is reasonably skilled at schmoozing in crowds, but doesn't especially enjoy doing so. He isn't much of a sneak... preferring to prove his mettle in combat, but only to act in defense of... something. He lives by a strict code of ethics informed by his quasi-religious beliefs. For an idea of what his ethics and beliefs are... its similar to The Qun from Dragon Age, but there are some noticeable differences. (namely, lack of a caste system) A lot of his life has been governed by this code of his, and it, and his obligation to his former masters, is primarily what drives him now.

Abilities: He has a good degree of physical strength, hardly superhuman, but most people do not want to pick a fight with him... at least not with at least two of their buddies with them. He can be persuasive when he wants to be, but his code of ethics often makes him seem a bit... alien to others, which can be a bit off-putting if you have trouble understanding how his code works. He is next to useless when you need someone to crack a vault open, or well... stealth in general. However, he is an expertly trained melee and ranged fighter, versed in a variety of weapons (everything except the spear, the warhammer, crossbows, and of course, the Tall Boy exosuits), but is especially adept with his knife, pistol, and fists.

Equipment: Flintlock pistol with incendiary bullets. Red steel armor. Choking gas grenades. A scimitar that he sharpens and cleans every single day.

Biography: Sir Gavin is a native of Tyvia. His early childhood was fairly uneventful, until it was determined that he possessed unusual physical strength for his age (at the time, 10), and as such, he was recruited into the army as a child soldier. He was initially treated as little more than cannon fodder, but... as the campaign against Morley progressed and he continued to survive battle after battle... he started to move up in the ranks. And it looked like he would either die in battle at an old age, or that he'd personally see his homeland to victory. Then... he was captured by the enemy, tortured, and interrogated. Though he didn't reveal a single thing to his captors, his homeland lost the war, and when he was allowed to finally return to it, he, among other POWs, became a scapegoat for Tyvia's crushing defeat. After one particularly nasty mob forced him to flee his beloved home, he quickly found himself enslaved by those who had promised to get him safely out of the country. Then, one of Empress Kaldwell's vessels captured the ship he was trapped on, freed him, and Gavin pledged his service to the lord that had sent the ship that had saved him from slavery. Turned out to be a fairly minor Lord of a small, but wealthy district within Dunwall. Gavin later earned his knighthood when he took a bullet for the Empress's daughter during one of the earlier attempts on her mother's life. This recognition put him in a higher social standing than the Lord he had pledged to serve, so... technically, he could have chosen to leave Lord Casling's service... and was even expected to as far as Dunwall's upper class was concerned. However, his code had bound him to serving Lord Casling, and he would continue such service until the debt was repaid. Considering that Gavin had repeatedly saved the Lord's life on a number of occasions... and Gavin was still in service to the man for most of his adult life up to this point... it seems that whatever obligation Gavin felt he owed Casling, wasn't satisfied just by repaying the life debt.

More recently however, as part of the newly anointed Lord Reagent's political purges... sorry, "mass arresting of traitors," Lord Casling was one of the smallest Lords to be targeted. He and his entirely family were wiped out despite Gavin's best efforts to protect them, by The Outsider's former pet, Daud. Though his master is dead, the obligation to him remains, and so, Gavin is devoting all of his efforts towards finding a way to either draw The Outsider out from his dreamy lair, or to breach The Void itself, and storm the trickster's gates in person. One might think that Gavin's quarrel would be with The Lord Reagent or Duad... but as far as anyone taking more than a passing glance at the matter can tell... Gavin has no interest whatsoever in confronting either of them.

Reason for taking the job: Funding an underground scientific project to find a way to force entry into The Void.

 

[Avayu]

Spoiler: Sir Gavin Tsorovik, a.k.a. The Outsider's Rival

Name: Sir Gavin Tsorovik

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: His very pale face is starting to wrinkle a bit, high cheekbones struggling to keep his gaunt cheeks above his nose. Speaking of his nose, its fairly large (not Cyrano de Bergerac material, but still fairly impressive), though it bears a large scar that seems to create a small canyon along its battered bridge. Due to an injury he suffered in battle against forces that threatened (and, with the aid of The Outsider, eventually destroyed) the noble family that he served. His physique is fairly brawny, and as such, he isn't likely to be climbing anything anytime soon. Whenever he goes into the field, as it were, he wears a large grey-brown cloak and hood that gives him the appearance of a predatory hawk, and which serves to conceal the set of medium-grade dark ruby red steel armor; the cloak is also where he stores all of his gear aside from his pistol and his sword.

Personality: He's a fairly... severe personality. While he usually is a welcome sight at the social gatherings he is frequently invited to (due to his social status, as well as his skill with the blade and pistol), he doesn't particularly enjoy them. Nonetheless, he tends to be a fairly magnetic person at any such gathering he deigns to attend. Probably equal parts his now long established reputation as the 'mysterious foreigner,' as much as his habit of regaling others in some of his more... uplifting war stories when someone has managed to slip some actual alcohol into his drink (which almost always happens, he doesn't really get mad about it anymore). He is reasonably skilled at schmoozing in crowds, but doesn't especially enjoy doing so. He isn't much of a sneak... preferring to prove his mettle in combat, but only to act in defense of... something. He lives by a strict code of ethics informed by his quasi-religious beliefs. For an idea of what his ethics and beliefs are... its similar to The Qun from Dragon Age, but there are some noticeable differences. (namely, lack of a caste system) A lot of his life has been governed by this code of his, and it, and his obligation to his former masters, is primarily what drives him now.

Abilities: He has a good degree of physical strength, hardly superhuman, but most people do not want to pick a fight with him... at least not with at least two of their buddies with them. He can be persuasive when he wants to be, but his code of ethics often makes him seem a bit... alien to others, which can be a bit off-putting if you have trouble understanding how his code works. He is next to useless when you need someone to crack a vault open, or well... stealth in general. However, he is an expertly trained melee and ranged fighter, versed in a variety of weapons (everything except the spear, the warhammer, crossbows, and of course, the Tall Boy exosuits), but is especially adept with his knife, pistol, and fists.

Equipment: Flintlock pistol with incendiary bullets. Red steel armor. Choking gas grenades. A scimitar that he sharpens and cleans every single day.

Biography: Sir Gavin is a native of Tyvia. His early childhood was fairly uneventful, until it was determined that he possessed unusual physical strength for his age (at the time, 10), and as such, he was recruited into the army as a child soldier. He was initially treated as little more than cannon fodder, but... as the campaign against Morley progressed and he continued to survive battle after battle... he started to move up in the ranks. And it looked like he would either die in battle at an old age, or that he'd personally see his homeland to victory. Then... he was captured by the enemy, tortured, and interrogated. Though he didn't reveal a single thing to his captors, his homeland lost the war, and when he was allowed to finally return to it, he, among other POWs, became a scapegoat for Tyvia's crushing defeat. After one particularly nasty mob forced him to flee his beloved home, he quickly found himself enslaved by those who had promised to get him safely out of the country. Then, one of Empress Kaldwell's vessels captured the ship he was trapped on, freed him, and Gavin pledged his service to the lord that had sent the ship that had saved him from slavery. Turned out to be a fairly minor Lord of a small, but wealthy district within Dunwall. Gavin later earned his knighthood when he took a bullet for the Empress's daughter during one of the earlier attempts on her mother's life. This recognition put him in a higher social standing than the Lord he had pledged to serve, so... technically, he could have chosen to leave Lord Casling's service... and was even expected to as far as Dunwall's upper class was concerned. However, his code had bound him to serving Lord Casling, and he would continue such service until the debt was repaid. Considering that Gavin had repeatedly saved the Lord's life on a number of occasions... and Gavin was still in service to the man for most of his adult life up to this point... it seems that whatever obligation Gavin felt he owed Casling, wasn't satisfied just by repaying the life debt.

More recently however, as part of the newly anointed Lord Reagent's political purges... sorry, "mass arresting of traitors," Lord Casling was one of the smallest Lords to be targeted. He and his entirely family were wiped out despite Gavin's best efforts to protect them, by The Outsider's former pet, Daud. Though his master is dead, the obligation to him remains, and so, Gavin is devoting all of his efforts towards finding a way to either draw The Outsider out from his dreamy lair, or to breach The Void itself, and storm the trickster's gates in person. One might think that Gavin's quarrel would be with The Lord Reagent or Duad... but as far as anyone taking more than a passing glance at the matter can tell... Gavin has no interest whatsoever in confronting either of them.

Reason for taking the job: Funding an underground scientific project to find a way to force entry into The Void.

You know, that's a pretty cool concept, but I don't really think this character would work with the idea of this RP.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Spoiler: Sir Gavin Tsorovik, a.k.a. The Outsider's Rival

Name: Sir Gavin Tsorovik

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: His very pale face is starting to wrinkle a bit, high cheekbones struggling to keep his gaunt cheeks above his nose. Speaking of his nose, its fairly large (not Cyrano de Bergerac material, but still fairly impressive), though it bears a large scar that seems to create a small canyon along its battered bridge. Due to an injury he suffered in battle against forces that threatened (and, with the aid of The Outsider, eventually destroyed) the noble family that he served. His physique is fairly brawny, and as such, he isn't likely to be climbing anything anytime soon. Whenever he goes into the field, as it were, he wears a large grey-brown cloak and hood that gives him the appearance of a predatory hawk, and which serves to conceal the set of medium-grade dark ruby red steel armor; the cloak is also where he stores all of his gear aside from his pistol and his sword.

Personality: He's a fairly... severe personality. While he usually is a welcome sight at the social gatherings he is frequently invited to (due to his social status, as well as his skill with the blade and pistol), he doesn't particularly enjoy them. Nonetheless, he tends to be a fairly magnetic person at any such gathering he deigns to attend. Probably equal parts his now long established reputation as the 'mysterious foreigner,' as much as his habit of regaling others in some of his more... uplifting war stories when someone has managed to slip some actual alcohol into his drink (which almost always happens, he doesn't really get mad about it anymore). He is reasonably skilled at schmoozing in crowds, but doesn't especially enjoy doing so. He isn't much of a sneak... preferring to prove his mettle in combat, but only to act in defense of... something. He lives by a strict code of ethics informed by his quasi-religious beliefs. For an idea of what his ethics and beliefs are... its similar to The Qun from Dragon Age, but there are some noticeable differences. (namely, lack of a caste system) A lot of his life has been governed by this code of his, and it, and his obligation to his former masters, is primarily what drives him now.

Abilities: He has a good degree of physical strength, hardly superhuman, but most people do not want to pick a fight with him... at least not with at least two of their buddies with them. He can be persuasive when he wants to be, but his code of ethics often makes him seem a bit... alien to others, which can be a bit off-putting if you have trouble understanding how his code works. He is next to useless when you need someone to crack a vault open, or well... stealth in general. However, he is an expertly trained melee and ranged fighter, versed in a variety of weapons (everything except the spear, the warhammer, crossbows, and of course, the Tall Boy exosuits), but is especially adept with his knife, pistol, and fists.

Equipment: Flintlock pistol with incendiary bullets. Red steel armor. Choking gas grenades. A scimitar that he sharpens and cleans every single day.

Biography: Sir Gavin is a native of Tyvia. His early childhood was fairly uneventful, until it was determined that he possessed unusual physical strength for his age (at the time, 10), and as such, he was recruited into the army as a child soldier. He was initially treated as little more than cannon fodder, but... as the campaign against Morley progressed and he continued to survive battle after battle... he started to move up in the ranks. And it looked like he would either die in battle at an old age, or that he'd personally see his homeland to victory. Then... he was captured by the enemy, tortured, and interrogated. Though he didn't reveal a single thing to his captors, his homeland lost the war, and when he was allowed to finally return to it, he, among other POWs, became a scapegoat for Tyvia's crushing defeat. After one particularly nasty mob forced him to flee his beloved home, he quickly found himself enslaved by those who had promised to get him safely out of the country. Then, one of Empress Kaldwell's vessels captured the ship he was trapped on, freed him, and Gavin pledged his service to the lord that had sent the ship that had saved him from slavery. Turned out to be a fairly minor Lord of a small, but wealthy district within Dunwall. Gavin later earned his knighthood when he took a bullet for the Empress's daughter during one of the earlier attempts on her mother's life. This recognition put him in a higher social standing than the Lord he had pledged to serve, so... technically, he could have chosen to leave Lord Casling's service... and was even expected to as far as Dunwall's upper class was concerned. However, his code had bound him to serving Lord Casling, and he would continue such service until the debt was repaid. Considering that Gavin had repeatedly saved the Lord's life on a number of occasions... and Gavin was still in service to the man for most of his adult life up to this point... it seems that whatever obligation Gavin felt he owed Casling, wasn't satisfied just by repaying the life debt.

More recently however, as part of the newly anointed Lord Reagent's political purges... sorry, "mass arresting of traitors," Lord Casling was one of the smallest Lords to be targeted. He and his entirely family were wiped out despite Gavin's best efforts to protect them, by The Outsider's former pet, Daud. Though his master is dead, the obligation to him remains, and so, Gavin is devoting all of his efforts towards finding a way to either draw The Outsider out from his dreamy lair, or to breach The Void itself, and storm the trickster's gates in person. One might think that Gavin's quarrel would be with The Lord Reagent or Duad... but as far as anyone taking more than a passing glance at the matter can tell... Gavin has no interest whatsoever in confronting either of them.

Reason for taking the job: Funding an underground scientific project to find a way to force entry into The Void.

You know, that's a pretty cool concept, but I don't really think this character would work with the idea of this RP.

My thinking is: use him as a distraction. He gets the guards to chase him for a while, then the rest of the team can slip in. He'd be the muscle of the group.

 

[sage42]

Spoiler: Sir Gavin Tsorovik, a.k.a. The Outsider's Rival

Name: Sir Gavin Tsorovik

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: His very pale face is starting to wrinkle a bit, high cheekbones struggling to keep his gaunt cheeks above his nose. Speaking of his nose, its fairly large (not Cyrano de Bergerac material, but still fairly impressive), though it bears a large scar that seems to create a small canyon along its battered bridge. Due to an injury he suffered in battle against forces that threatened (and, with the aid of The Outsider, eventually destroyed) the noble family that he served. His physique is fairly brawny, and as such, he isn't likely to be climbing anything anytime soon. Whenever he goes into the field, as it were, he wears a large grey-brown cloak and hood that gives him the appearance of a predatory hawk, and which serves to conceal the set of medium-grade dark ruby red steel armor; the cloak is also where he stores all of his gear aside from his pistol and his sword.

Personality: He's a fairly... severe personality. While he usually is a welcome sight at the social gatherings he is frequently invited to (due to his social status, as well as his skill with the blade and pistol), he doesn't particularly enjoy them. Nonetheless, he tends to be a fairly magnetic person at any such gathering he deigns to attend. Probably equal parts his now long established reputation as the 'mysterious foreigner,' as much as his habit of regaling others in some of his more... uplifting war stories when someone has managed to slip some actual alcohol into his drink (which almost always happens, he doesn't really get mad about it anymore). He is reasonably skilled at schmoozing in crowds, but doesn't especially enjoy doing so. He isn't much of a sneak... preferring to prove his mettle in combat, but only to act in defense of... something. He lives by a strict code of ethics informed by his quasi-religious beliefs. For an idea of what his ethics and beliefs are... its similar to The Qun from Dragon Age, but there are some noticeable differences. (namely, lack of a caste system) A lot of his life has been governed by this code of his, and it, and his obligation to his former masters, is primarily what drives him now.

Abilities: He has a good degree of physical strength, hardly superhuman, but most people do not want to pick a fight with him... at least not with at least two of their buddies with them. He can be persuasive when he wants to be, but his code of ethics often makes him seem a bit... alien to others, which can be a bit off-putting if you have trouble understanding how his code works. He is next to useless when you need someone to crack a vault open, or well... stealth in general. However, he is an expertly trained melee and ranged fighter, versed in a variety of weapons (everything except the spear, the warhammer, crossbows, and of course, the Tall Boy exosuits), but is especially adept with his knife, pistol, and fists.

Equipment: Flintlock pistol with incendiary bullets. Red steel armor. Choking gas grenades. A scimitar that he sharpens and cleans every single day.

Biography: Sir Gavin is a native of Tyvia. His early childhood was fairly uneventful, until it was determined that he possessed unusual physical strength for his age (at the time, 10), and as such, he was recruited into the army as a child soldier. He was initially treated as little more than cannon fodder, but... as the campaign against Morley progressed and he continued to survive battle after battle... he started to move up in the ranks. And it looked like he would either die in battle at an old age, or that he'd personally see his homeland to victory. Then... he was captured by the enemy, tortured, and interrogated. Though he didn't reveal a single thing to his captors, his homeland lost the war, and when he was allowed to finally return to it, he, among other POWs, became a scapegoat for Tyvia's crushing defeat. After one particularly nasty mob forced him to flee his beloved home, he quickly found himself enslaved by those who had promised to get him safely out of the country. Then, one of Empress Kaldwell's vessels captured the ship he was trapped on, freed him, and Gavin pledged his service to the lord that had sent the ship that had saved him from slavery. Turned out to be a fairly minor Lord of a small, but wealthy district within Dunwall. Gavin later earned his knighthood when he took a bullet for the Empress's daughter during one of the earlier attempts on her mother's life. This recognition put him in a higher social standing than the Lord he had pledged to serve, so... technically, he could have chosen to leave Lord Casling's service... and was even expected to as far as Dunwall's upper class was concerned. However, his code had bound him to serving Lord Casling, and he would continue such service until the debt was repaid. Considering that Gavin had repeatedly saved the Lord's life on a number of occasions... and Gavin was still in service to the man for most of his adult life up to this point... it seems that whatever obligation Gavin felt he owed Casling, wasn't satisfied just by repaying the life debt.

More recently however, as part of the newly anointed Lord Reagent's political purges... sorry, "mass arresting of traitors," Lord Casling was one of the smallest Lords to be targeted. He and his entirely family were wiped out despite Gavin's best efforts to protect them, by The Outsider's former pet, Daud. Though his master is dead, the obligation to him remains, and so, Gavin is devoting all of his efforts towards finding a way to either draw The Outsider out from his dreamy lair, or to breach The Void itself, and storm the trickster's gates in person. One might think that Gavin's quarrel would be with The Lord Reagent or Duad... but as far as anyone taking more than a passing glance at the matter can tell... Gavin has no interest whatsoever in confronting either of them.

Reason for taking the job: Funding an underground scientific project to find a way to force entry into The Void.

You know, that's a pretty cool concept, but I don't really think this character would work with the idea of this RP.

My thinking is: use him as a distraction. He gets the guards to chase him for a while, then the rest of the team can slip in. He'd be the muscle of the group.

and every gang of thieves require the un-sneaky muscle! Of course I still have no say in the matter.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Spoiler: Sir Gavin Tsorovik, a.k.a. The Outsider's Rival

Name: Sir Gavin Tsorovik

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: His very pale face is starting to wrinkle a bit, high cheekbones struggling to keep his gaunt cheeks above his nose. Speaking of his nose, its fairly large (not Cyrano de Bergerac material, but still fairly impressive), though it bears a large scar that seems to create a small canyon along its battered bridge. Due to an injury he suffered in battle against forces that threatened (and, with the aid of The Outsider, eventually destroyed) the noble family that he served. His physique is fairly brawny, and as such, he isn't likely to be climbing anything anytime soon. Whenever he goes into the field, as it were, he wears a large grey-brown cloak and hood that gives him the appearance of a predatory hawk, and which serves to conceal the set of medium-grade dark ruby red steel armor; the cloak is also where he stores all of his gear aside from his pistol and his sword.

Personality: He's a fairly... severe personality. While he usually is a welcome sight at the social gatherings he is frequently invited to (due to his social status, as well as his skill with the blade and pistol), he doesn't particularly enjoy them. Nonetheless, he tends to be a fairly magnetic person at any such gathering he deigns to attend. Probably equal parts his now long established reputation as the 'mysterious foreigner,' as much as his habit of regaling others in some of his more... uplifting war stories when someone has managed to slip some actual alcohol into his drink (which almost always happens, he doesn't really get mad about it anymore). He is reasonably skilled at schmoozing in crowds, but doesn't especially enjoy doing so. He isn't much of a sneak... preferring to prove his mettle in combat, but only to act in defense of... something. He lives by a strict code of ethics informed by his quasi-religious beliefs. For an idea of what his ethics and beliefs are... its similar to The Qun from Dragon Age, but there are some noticeable differences. (namely, lack of a caste system) A lot of his life has been governed by this code of his, and it, and his obligation to his former masters, is primarily what drives him now.

Abilities: He has a good degree of physical strength, hardly superhuman, but most people do not want to pick a fight with him... at least not with at least two of their buddies with them. He can be persuasive when he wants to be, but his code of ethics often makes him seem a bit... alien to others, which can be a bit off-putting if you have trouble understanding how his code works. He is next to useless when you need someone to crack a vault open, or well... stealth in general. However, he is an expertly trained melee and ranged fighter, versed in a variety of weapons (everything except the spear, the warhammer, crossbows, and of course, the Tall Boy exosuits), but is especially adept with his knife, pistol, and fists.

Equipment: Flintlock pistol with incendiary bullets. Red steel armor. Choking gas grenades. A scimitar that he sharpens and cleans every single day.

Biography: Sir Gavin is a native of Tyvia. His early childhood was fairly uneventful, until it was determined that he possessed unusual physical strength for his age (at the time, 10), and as such, he was recruited into the army as a child soldier. He was initially treated as little more than cannon fodder, but... as the campaign against Morley progressed and he continued to survive battle after battle... he started to move up in the ranks. And it looked like he would either die in battle at an old age, or that he'd personally see his homeland to victory. Then... he was captured by the enemy, tortured, and interrogated. Though he didn't reveal a single thing to his captors, his homeland lost the war, and when he was allowed to finally return to it, he, among other POWs, became a scapegoat for Tyvia's crushing defeat. After one particularly nasty mob forced him to flee his beloved home, he quickly found himself enslaved by those who had promised to get him safely out of the country. Then, one of Empress Kaldwell's vessels captured the ship he was trapped on, freed him, and Gavin pledged his service to the lord that had sent the ship that had saved him from slavery. Turned out to be a fairly minor Lord of a small, but wealthy district within Dunwall. Gavin later earned his knighthood when he took a bullet for the Empress's daughter during one of the earlier attempts on her mother's life. This recognition put him in a higher social standing than the Lord he had pledged to serve, so... technically, he could have chosen to leave Lord Casling's service... and was even expected to as far as Dunwall's upper class was concerned. However, his code had bound him to serving Lord Casling, and he would continue such service until the debt was repaid. Considering that Gavin had repeatedly saved the Lord's life on a number of occasions... and Gavin was still in service to the man for most of his adult life up to this point... it seems that whatever obligation Gavin felt he owed Casling, wasn't satisfied just by repaying the life debt.

More recently however, as part of the newly anointed Lord Reagent's political purges... sorry, "mass arresting of traitors," Lord Casling was one of the smallest Lords to be targeted. He and his entirely family were wiped out despite Gavin's best efforts to protect them, by The Outsider's former pet, Daud. Though his master is dead, the obligation to him remains, and so, Gavin is devoting all of his efforts towards finding a way to either draw The Outsider out from his dreamy lair, or to breach The Void itself, and storm the trickster's gates in person. One might think that Gavin's quarrel would be with The Lord Reagent or Duad... but as far as anyone taking more than a passing glance at the matter can tell... Gavin has no interest whatsoever in confronting either of them.

Reason for taking the job: Funding an underground scientific project to find a way to force entry into The Void.

You know, that's a pretty cool concept, but I don't really think this character would work with the idea of this RP.

My thinking is: use him as a distraction. He gets the guards to chase him for a while, then the rest of the team can slip in. He'd be the muscle of the group.

and every gang of thieves require the un-sneaky muscle! Of course I still have no say in the matter.

Yes... and also... if the group ends up stuck in a fight with a bunch of guards? Well, they'll need him to help level the playing field... since assassins and thieves aren't exactly going to be that great in an open fight. (look at how hard it is to survive an open fight against the guards in the actual game... for both Corvo and Daud)

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Just wondering when closing date may be as I won't have time to write a sheet until this weekend?

 

[Avayu]

Spoiler: Sir Gavin Tsorovik, a.k.a. The Outsider's Rival

Name: Sir Gavin Tsorovik

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: His very pale face is starting to wrinkle a bit, high cheekbones struggling to keep his gaunt cheeks above his nose. Speaking of his nose, its fairly large (not Cyrano de Bergerac material, but still fairly impressive), though it bears a large scar that seems to create a small canyon along its battered bridge. Due to an injury he suffered in battle against forces that threatened (and, with the aid of The Outsider, eventually destroyed) the noble family that he served. His physique is fairly brawny, and as such, he isn't likely to be climbing anything anytime soon. Whenever he goes into the field, as it were, he wears a large grey-brown cloak and hood that gives him the appearance of a predatory hawk, and which serves to conceal the set of medium-grade dark ruby red steel armor; the cloak is also where he stores all of his gear aside from his pistol and his sword.

Personality: He's a fairly... severe personality. While he usually is a welcome sight at the social gatherings he is frequently invited to (due to his social status, as well as his skill with the blade and pistol), he doesn't particularly enjoy them. Nonetheless, he tends to be a fairly magnetic person at any such gathering he deigns to attend. Probably equal parts his now long established reputation as the 'mysterious foreigner,' as much as his habit of regaling others in some of his more... uplifting war stories when someone has managed to slip some actual alcohol into his drink (which almost always happens, he doesn't really get mad about it anymore). He is reasonably skilled at schmoozing in crowds, but doesn't especially enjoy doing so. He isn't much of a sneak... preferring to prove his mettle in combat, but only to act in defense of... something. He lives by a strict code of ethics informed by his quasi-religious beliefs. For an idea of what his ethics and beliefs are... its similar to The Qun from Dragon Age, but there are some noticeable differences. (namely, lack of a caste system) A lot of his life has been governed by this code of his, and it, and his obligation to his former masters, is primarily what drives him now.

Abilities: He has a good degree of physical strength, hardly superhuman, but most people do not want to pick a fight with him... at least not with at least two of their buddies with them. He can be persuasive when he wants to be, but his code of ethics often makes him seem a bit... alien to others, which can be a bit off-putting if you have trouble understanding how his code works. He is next to useless when you need someone to crack a vault open, or well... stealth in general. However, he is an expertly trained melee and ranged fighter, versed in a variety of weapons (everything except the spear, the warhammer, crossbows, and of course, the Tall Boy exosuits), but is especially adept with his knife, pistol, and fists.

Equipment: Flintlock pistol with incendiary bullets. Red steel armor. Choking gas grenades. A scimitar that he sharpens and cleans every single day.

Biography: Sir Gavin is a native of Tyvia. His early childhood was fairly uneventful, until it was determined that he possessed unusual physical strength for his age (at the time, 10), and as such, he was recruited into the army as a child soldier. He was initially treated as little more than cannon fodder, but... as the campaign against Morley progressed and he continued to survive battle after battle... he started to move up in the ranks. And it looked like he would either die in battle at an old age, or that he'd personally see his homeland to victory. Then... he was captured by the enemy, tortured, and interrogated. Though he didn't reveal a single thing to his captors, his homeland lost the war, and when he was allowed to finally return to it, he, among other POWs, became a scapegoat for Tyvia's crushing defeat. After one particularly nasty mob forced him to flee his beloved home, he quickly found himself enslaved by those who had promised to get him safely out of the country. Then, one of Empress Kaldwell's vessels captured the ship he was trapped on, freed him, and Gavin pledged his service to the lord that had sent the ship that had saved him from slavery. Turned out to be a fairly minor Lord of a small, but wealthy district within Dunwall. Gavin later earned his knighthood when he took a bullet for the Empress's daughter during one of the earlier attempts on her mother's life. This recognition put him in a higher social standing than the Lord he had pledged to serve, so... technically, he could have chosen to leave Lord Casling's service... and was even expected to as far as Dunwall's upper class was concerned. However, his code had bound him to serving Lord Casling, and he would continue such service until the debt was repaid. Considering that Gavin had repeatedly saved the Lord's life on a number of occasions... and Gavin was still in service to the man for most of his adult life up to this point... it seems that whatever obligation Gavin felt he owed Casling, wasn't satisfied just by repaying the life debt.

More recently however, as part of the newly anointed Lord Reagent's political purges... sorry, "mass arresting of traitors," Lord Casling was one of the smallest Lords to be targeted. He and his entirely family were wiped out despite Gavin's best efforts to protect them, by The Outsider's former pet, Daud. Though his master is dead, the obligation to him remains, and so, Gavin is devoting all of his efforts towards finding a way to either draw The Outsider out from his dreamy lair, or to breach The Void itself, and storm the trickster's gates in person. One might think that Gavin's quarrel would be with The Lord Reagent or Duad... but as far as anyone taking more than a passing glance at the matter can tell... Gavin has no interest whatsoever in confronting either of them.

Reason for taking the job: Funding an underground scientific project to find a way to force entry into The Void.

You know, that's a pretty cool concept, but I don't really think this character would work with the idea of this RP.

My thinking is: use him as a distraction. He gets the guards to chase him for a while, then the rest of the team can slip in. He'd be the muscle of the group.

and every gang of thieves require the un-sneaky muscle! Of course I still have no say in the matter.

Yes... and also... if the group ends up stuck in a fight with a bunch of guards? Well, they'll need him to help level the playing field... since assassins and thieves aren't exactly going to be that great in an open fight. (look at how hard it is to survive an open fight against the guards in the actual game... for both Corvo and Daud)

I'll consider it. Though I don't really plan to throw tallboys in against them. If those sneaky characters are fighting an open, fair fight, they've obviously done something wrong

Just wondering when closing date may be as I won't have time to write a sheet until this weekend?

I planned to choose the playing characters (I think I'll stick to four) tomorrow and then get the whole thing running friday or saturday. But if more people show interest or the given timeframe doesn't work for those who have already applied, I'll push it back a little bit.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Spoiler: Sir Gavin Tsorovik, a.k.a. The Outsider's Rival

Name: Sir Gavin Tsorovik

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: His very pale face is starting to wrinkle a bit, high cheekbones struggling to keep his gaunt cheeks above his nose. Speaking of his nose, its fairly large (not Cyrano de Bergerac material, but still fairly impressive), though it bears a large scar that seems to create a small canyon along its battered bridge. Due to an injury he suffered in battle against forces that threatened (and, with the aid of The Outsider, eventually destroyed) the noble family that he served. His physique is fairly brawny, and as such, he isn't likely to be climbing anything anytime soon. Whenever he goes into the field, as it were, he wears a large grey-brown cloak and hood that gives him the appearance of a predatory hawk, and which serves to conceal the set of medium-grade dark ruby red steel armor; the cloak is also where he stores all of his gear aside from his pistol and his sword.

Personality: He's a fairly... severe personality. While he usually is a welcome sight at the social gatherings he is frequently invited to (due to his social status, as well as his skill with the blade and pistol), he doesn't particularly enjoy them. Nonetheless, he tends to be a fairly magnetic person at any such gathering he deigns to attend. Probably equal parts his now long established reputation as the 'mysterious foreigner,' as much as his habit of regaling others in some of his more... uplifting war stories when someone has managed to slip some actual alcohol into his drink (which almost always happens, he doesn't really get mad about it anymore). He is reasonably skilled at schmoozing in crowds, but doesn't especially enjoy doing so. He isn't much of a sneak... preferring to prove his mettle in combat, but only to act in defense of... something. He lives by a strict code of ethics informed by his quasi-religious beliefs. For an idea of what his ethics and beliefs are... its similar to The Qun from Dragon Age, but there are some noticeable differences. (namely, lack of a caste system) A lot of his life has been governed by this code of his, and it, and his obligation to his former masters, is primarily what drives him now.

Abilities: He has a good degree of physical strength, hardly superhuman, but most people do not want to pick a fight with him... at least not with at least two of their buddies with them. He can be persuasive when he wants to be, but his code of ethics often makes him seem a bit... alien to others, which can be a bit off-putting if you have trouble understanding how his code works. He is next to useless when you need someone to crack a vault open, or well... stealth in general. However, he is an expertly trained melee and ranged fighter, versed in a variety of weapons (everything except the spear, the warhammer, crossbows, and of course, the Tall Boy exosuits), but is especially adept with his knife, pistol, and fists.

Equipment: Flintlock pistol with incendiary bullets. Red steel armor. Choking gas grenades. A scimitar that he sharpens and cleans every single day.

Biography: Sir Gavin is a native of Tyvia. His early childhood was fairly uneventful, until it was determined that he possessed unusual physical strength for his age (at the time, 10), and as such, he was recruited into the army as a child soldier. He was initially treated as little more than cannon fodder, but... as the campaign against Morley progressed and he continued to survive battle after battle... he started to move up in the ranks. And it looked like he would either die in battle at an old age, or that he'd personally see his homeland to victory. Then... he was captured by the enemy, tortured, and interrogated. Though he didn't reveal a single thing to his captors, his homeland lost the war, and when he was allowed to finally return to it, he, among other POWs, became a scapegoat for Tyvia's crushing defeat. After one particularly nasty mob forced him to flee his beloved home, he quickly found himself enslaved by those who had promised to get him safely out of the country. Then, one of Empress Kaldwell's vessels captured the ship he was trapped on, freed him, and Gavin pledged his service to the lord that had sent the ship that had saved him from slavery. Turned out to be a fairly minor Lord of a small, but wealthy district within Dunwall. Gavin later earned his knighthood when he took a bullet for the Empress's daughter during one of the earlier attempts on her mother's life. This recognition put him in a higher social standing than the Lord he had pledged to serve, so... technically, he could have chosen to leave Lord Casling's service... and was even expected to as far as Dunwall's upper class was concerned. However, his code had bound him to serving Lord Casling, and he would continue such service until the debt was repaid. Considering that Gavin had repeatedly saved the Lord's life on a number of occasions... and Gavin was still in service to the man for most of his adult life up to this point... it seems that whatever obligation Gavin felt he owed Casling, wasn't satisfied just by repaying the life debt.

More recently however, as part of the newly anointed Lord Reagent's political purges... sorry, "mass arresting of traitors," Lord Casling was one of the smallest Lords to be targeted. He and his entirely family were wiped out despite Gavin's best efforts to protect them, by The Outsider's former pet, Daud. Though his master is dead, the obligation to him remains, and so, Gavin is devoting all of his efforts towards finding a way to either draw The Outsider out from his dreamy lair, or to breach The Void itself, and storm the trickster's gates in person. One might think that Gavin's quarrel would be with The Lord Reagent or Duad... but as far as anyone taking more than a passing glance at the matter can tell... Gavin has no interest whatsoever in confronting either of them.

Reason for taking the job: Funding an underground scientific project to find a way to force entry into The Void.

You know, that's a pretty cool concept, but I don't really think this character would work with the idea of this RP.

My thinking is: use him as a distraction. He gets the guards to chase him for a while, then the rest of the team can slip in. He'd be the muscle of the group.

and every gang of thieves require the un-sneaky muscle! Of course I still have no say in the matter.

Yes... and also... if the group ends up stuck in a fight with a bunch of guards? Well, they'll need him to help level the playing field... since assassins and thieves aren't exactly going to be that great in an open fight. (look at how hard it is to survive an open fight against the guards in the actual game... for both Corvo and Daud)

I'll consider it. Though I don't really plan to throw tallboys in against them. If those sneaky characters are fighting an open, fair fight, they've obviously done something wrong

Just wondering when closing date may be as I won't have time to write a sheet until this weekend?

I planned to choose the playing characters (I think I'll stick to four) tomorrow and then get the whole thing running friday or saturday. But if more people show interest or the given timeframe doesn't work for those who have already applied, I'll push it back a little bit.

Also, my character has a bit of a reputation among the nobility already. They already accept him as someone to expect having around. Therefore, they are likely to invite him in... as well as any friends he wants to bring along. Even though he has made it clear to the nobles that he doesn't really like attending their festivities, they keep inviting him... probably out of some kind of racist curiosity ('the mysterious foreign knight', sort of thing)... and he can be fairly charming when he wants to be... so his function is more to keep the guards and nobles looking the other way while the rest of the team does the actual sneaking... then when they're ready, he meets up with them, bullshitting his way to the vault... or whatever it is.

If its absolutely necessary... I can add a bit to his bio where he learned to pick up some skill at stealth, but not a lot... I am trying to keep him balanced here.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Snip

Alright then. You've already got a fine batch of RPers and I wouldn't want to delay the game just for my sake, so I'll withdraw my interest.

 

[Avayu]

Also, my character has a bit of a reputation among the nobility already. They already accept him as someone to expect having around. Therefore, they are likely to invite him in... as well as any friends he wants to bring along. Even though he has made it clear to the nobles that he doesn't really like attending their festivities, they keep inviting him... probably out of some kind of racist curiosity ('the mysterious foreign knight', sort of thing)... and he can be fairly charming when he wants to be... so his function is more to keep the guards and nobles looking the other way while the rest of the team does the actual sneaking... then when they're ready, he meets up with them, bullshitting his way to the vault... or whatever it is.

If its absolutely necessary... I can add a bit to his bio where he learned to pick up some skill at stealth, but not a lot... I am trying to keep him balanced here.

That's all fine and quite a good idea. As I said, I'll consider it. There's no need to change anything, your character is fine, but I'll have to think about how he could fit into the story.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Also, my character has a bit of a reputation among the nobility already. They already accept him as someone to expect having around. Therefore, they are likely to invite him in... as well as any friends he wants to bring along. Even though he has made it clear to the nobles that he doesn't really like attending their festivities, they keep inviting him... probably out of some kind of racist curiosity ('the mysterious foreign knight', sort of thing)... and he can be fairly charming when he wants to be... so his function is more to keep the guards and nobles looking the other way while the rest of the team does the actual sneaking... then when they're ready, he meets up with them, bullshitting his way to the vault... or whatever it is.

If its absolutely necessary... I can add a bit to his bio where he learned to pick up some skill at stealth, but not a lot... I am trying to keep him balanced here.

That's all fine and quite a good idea. As I said, I'll consider it. There's no need to change anything, your character is fine, but I'll have to think about how he could fit into the story.

Sorry, didn't mean to bug you.

And fair enough.

 

[Avayu]

I dent out PMs to anyone I accepted, so we can start as soon as I get confirmation from everyone. Sorry for the little delay.

On the matter of time, as you may have noticed, I'm sitting in Germany. I'm also an university student. This means that I'll mainly be active during the European afternoon and evening. But I'm sure we'll find a way to make our timetables work out.

 

[sage42]

Yay~ Can't wait for this to start, and Yes I;m still in. No worries about the posting time Avayu, Here in the states that's when I have a decent amount of free time anyway.

 

[Avayu]

Just a quick question, would you guys like to have a user group for OOC discussion? I'm not sure it is needed with a group this small, but it certainly couldn't hurt.

Edit: Edited the list of accepted characters.
Edit2: I'm nearly done with my first post, but something has come up. I'll post it, but I won't be able to respond to anything you do until tomorrow. So please don't take the Laughing Hagfish apart while I'm away.

 

[Avayu]

[HEADING=2]Honor Among Thieves[/HEADING]​

[HEADING=3]A Dishonored RP[/HEADING]​

[hr]

The young man in the blue suit wrinkled his nose in disgust. The small back room to the right of the bar was cleaner than the main taproom, but that didn't mean much. Instead, this hole seemed to be dug too close to the groundwater, giving the whole room an additional smell of mould and death. A loud harrumph made him flinch. The owner of the Laughing Hagfish stood right behind him, his big figure imposing and his stance somewhere between annoyed and threatening, but he didn't lose a single word. Only when the young man fully stepped through the door case did he step back, closing the door heavily, still not speaking a single word.

Now alone, the man shrugged, but it was clear that he wasn't comfortable with this situation. His long and delicate face showed a nearly unnaturally pale colour and despite the low temperature in the room, a single bead of sweat stood on his brow. He took his seat on the far side of the table. This chair at least didn't smell as if anyone had died on it lately. Other than the table and the four chairs at it, there only was a small barrel in one of the corners of the room. He took off his hat and put it neatly on the table next to him, revealing a well groomed head of black hair. Then he started to go through his satchel, taking papers out of it and putting them in front of him as well, neatly and orderly. With time, his hands stopped shaking.

But he didn't stay undisturbed for long. A single knock on the door and in came one of the Laughing Hagfish's waitresses. The patrons called her Old Betty, but nobody was quite sure whether that was her real name. She wasn't even old, really, but she certainly looked the part. Sorrow had dug deep trenches into her face, her brown hair was stringy and falling out in patches. Her eyes had the dulled look of someone who drowned their despair in alcohol and she was only able to maintain her fake smile because she had had multiple stiff drinks since that morning.

"Can I get you anything, good Sir?" The last few rotten teeth in her mouth made her speaking barely comprehensible.

"Yes, I'd like a cup of coffee", the young man answered after an awkward moment of silence, "and maybe one of these little apricot tarts."

Betty looked at him as if he had asked her to kiss the Lord Regent's big toe. Another long moment of silence followed. Had Betty still known what embarrassment was, she might have felt it. Her opposite did, without question.

"On closer consideration, I don't need anything. But my guests will soon arrive. Would you be so kind to take their orders and put it on my tab?"

People rarely were that polite to Old Betty, which was why she just nodded and disappeared again, as quickly as she had come. And so, the young man in the blue suit went back to his papers, occasionally looking to the door for new arrivals.

 

[IFS]

Collin shuffled into the room, his looked somewhat grim but his eyes darting about the room betrayed his fear. He scratched nervously at his left arm as he approached the man. He patted at his clothes in a futile effort to make himself look presentable to his potential employer and straightened his posture in an effort to look older.

"E-excuse me sir, are you the one to talk to about the job?" he asked, his voice wavering momentarily before he finished composing himself.

The man sitting before him certainly looked like he had money, his suit was nice at least and he was clearly well taken care of given his appearance. Collin wondered what the job was, might be easier to rob the man and run for it... no he dismissed that thought, wasn't sure where it came from anyways, not like him, must just be his headache.

 

[Athol]

Earlier-The Flooded District
Silas lower himself carefully though a broken skylight and in to what was, at one time, a rather posh apartment. Not anymore though, between the damp, the rats and Outsider knows what else, it was now just another mouldy ruin...all be it one that may still have good stuff to knick.

Pulling his hood back for better hearing, Silas moved about searching for anything of value, while keeping a watchful ear out for weepers. After fifteen minutes of searching he?d only found few odds and ends, the best being a bottle of processed whale oil. He was about to call it a night when he spied something half hidden behind some rotting books on a shelf...a lock box!

The surprisingly cheap lock gave up in moments and Silas eagerly scooped up the contents, a small River Krust pearl, a vial of Remedy and a vial of Elixir. Topping up his flask with the Elixir, he finished it off before adding the rest to his takings. Tonight had been quite profitable.

Now
Silas pushed through the door of the Hagfish in good spirits. A few words with the barkeep pointed him towards the back room, and a potential way out of this dying city. Beer in hand he pushed his way through the door. A dandy, and a kid...well this seems like a great start. He thought idly as he sat. Seeing the other two chairs, he took a pull from his drink. Wonder who else we got coming to this?