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Keep posting those Sheets... please.
Keep posting those Sheets... please.
The Castle(Accepting Character Sheets for Chapter 7)
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Name: Chakra Amura
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Hair: Fiery red hair that tends to grow in every direction, almost like a lions mane.
Eyes: Brown
Appearance: Average height, but slightly underweight as he usually forgets to eat regularly. Tanned skin and a scar on his cheek that he's had since he was a child.
Clothes: A plain black shirt and black pants, with a white scarf always tied around his waist. Sturdy black boots.
Weapons/Equipment: A large battle axe, although he likes to carry around throwing daggers just in case.
Fighting Style: He prefers the "gung ho" method of charging straight into battle, which usually ends up costing him a few injuries.
Character Bio: Born in a cave near Castle City, his mother abandoned him at a young age, so he grew up with his father, who was also his trainer. They lived just outside Castle City, but as his father grew older they had to move into Castle City so he could be taken care of better.
Other Info: Chakra is normally very clumsy, but when his mind is focused he can be quite a good fighter. He is also quite friendly, but sometimes a bit arrogant.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Hair: Fiery red hair that tends to grow in every direction, almost like a lions mane.
Eyes: Brown
Appearance: Average height, but slightly underweight as he usually forgets to eat regularly. Tanned skin and a scar on his cheek that he's had since he was a child.
Clothes: A plain black shirt and black pants, with a white scarf always tied around his waist. Sturdy black boots.
Weapons/Equipment: A large battle axe, although he likes to carry around throwing daggers just in case.
Character Bio: Born in a cave near Castle City, his mother abandoned him at a young age, so he grew up with his father, who was also his trainer. They lived just outside Castle City, but as his father grew older they had to move into Castle City so he could be taken care of better.
Other Info: Chakra is normally very clumsy, but when his mind is focused he can be quite a good fighter. He is also quite friendly, but sometimes a bit arrogant.
Here's my attempt xD I wish it was better but my mind isn't very focused right now
Name: Avery Se Coheign
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Hair: Short, black, and combed back neatly.
Eyes: Green, calculating yet inviting.
Appearance: Mundane height of 5'8 slim figure. Rounded thoughtful face, slightly plump cheeks, eyes that stare almost blankly with occasional bouts of emotions and small nose.
Clothes: A dress white tunic cleaner than one should be, underneath a dark blue dyed pinstriped vest, a green silk tie tucked inside the vest, pleated black pants and simple boots. Occasionally wears a coat when the weather calls for it and often wearing a slightly wide brim hat. Despite the civilian clothing, the vest is laden with a chain mail weave, slightly padded leather on his forearms underneath the tunic and shins of the slacks, and the shoes are iron-toed.
Weapons/Equipment: For discreet endeavors, a set of brass knuckles, efficient in hand-to-hand combat. For more demanding situations, simple daggers, occasionally thrown and often made contact. Known to relieve enemies of their weapons to use against them.
Fighting Style: Simple, artful dodging, not above fighting dirty, more focused on gaining control of a situation than to end it. Uses environment to his advantage, say for example often pinning cloaks to hinder movement, or driving a steak knife into the hands of a would be attacker. Simple assortment of armor provides very light protection but would not stop the stroke of a sword or a thrust of a spear. Highly dependent on dodging and luck. Unnerves enemies with taunts.
Character Bio: The visual epitome of a civilian if there ever was one, Avery believes that your appearance shouldn't provoke an attack from an individual but to dissuade him long enough so you can hit him first. Born into a rich family which was driven to ruin by the death of his parents. An orphan at a young age in the city, becoming a street urchin was the most obvious, and stereotypical path Avery chose and eventually was adopted by an organized crime lord who taught him everything he knows to date and was a fine father figure, if you can overlook the occasional racketeering and murderous temper. However, the betrayal of his new found role model by his right-hand man left Avery with a lasting avoidance to long term alliances and distances himself from being too attached. After the event he detached himself from the group.
He moves on and away achieving his own home a living through being thief and a thug.
Avery is highly charismatic and extroverted. His outspoken attitude has gain him favor with both the working class and the upper crust. Allowing him to deal with both sides and cover his bases. Well versed with current events and politics.
Working for his own intentions and gains, he is more motivated by wealth than words and doesn't mind twisting an arm or two.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Hair: Short, black, and combed back neatly.
Eyes: Green, calculating yet inviting.
Appearance: Mundane height of 5'8 slim figure. Rounded thoughtful face, slightly plump cheeks, eyes that stare almost blankly with occasional bouts of emotions and small nose.
Clothes: A dress white tunic cleaner than one should be, underneath a dark blue dyed pinstriped vest, a green silk tie tucked inside the vest, pleated black pants and simple boots. Occasionally wears a coat when the weather calls for it and often wearing a slightly wide brim hat. Despite the civilian clothing, the vest is laden with a chain mail weave, slightly padded leather on his forearms underneath the tunic and shins of the slacks, and the shoes are iron-toed.
Weapons/Equipment: For discreet endeavors, a set of brass knuckles, efficient in hand-to-hand combat. For more demanding situations, simple daggers, occasionally thrown and often made contact. Known to relieve enemies of their weapons to use against them.
Fighting Style: Simple, artful dodging, not above fighting dirty, more focused on gaining control of a situation than to end it. Uses environment to his advantage, say for example often pinning cloaks to hinder movement, or driving a steak knife into the hands of a would be attacker. Simple assortment of armor provides very light protection but would not stop the stroke of a sword or a thrust of a spear. Highly dependent on dodging and luck. Unnerves enemies with taunts.
Character Bio: The visual epitome of a civilian if there ever was one, Avery believes that your appearance shouldn't provoke an attack from an individual but to dissuade him long enough so you can hit him first. Born into a rich family which was driven to ruin by the death of his parents. An orphan at a young age in the city, becoming a street urchin was the most obvious, and stereotypical path Avery chose and eventually was adopted by an organized crime lord who taught him everything he knows to date and was a fine father figure, if you can overlook the occasional racketeering and murderous temper. However, the betrayal of his new found role model by his right-hand man left Avery with a lasting avoidance to long term alliances and distances himself from being too attached. After the event he detached himself from the group.
He moves on and away achieving his own home a living through being thief and a thug.
Avery is highly charismatic and extroverted. His outspoken attitude has gain him favor with both the working class and the upper crust. Allowing him to deal with both sides and cover his bases. Well versed with current events and politics.
Working for his own intentions and gains, he is more motivated by wealth than words and doesn't mind twisting an arm or two.
Name: Chakra Amura
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Hair: Fiery red hair that tends to grow in every direction, almost like a lions mane.
Eyes: Brown
Appearance: Average height, but slightly underweight as he usually forgets to eat regularly. Tanned skin and a scar on his cheek that he's had since he was a child.
Clothes: A plain black shirt and black pants, with a white scarf always tied around his waist. Sturdy black boots.
Weapons/Equipment: A large battle axe, although he likes to carry around throwing daggers just in case.
Fighting Style: He prefers the "gung ho" method of charging straight into battle, which usually ends up costing him a few injuries.
Character Bio: Born in a cave near Castle City, his mother abandoned him at a young age, so he grew up with his father, who was also his trainer. They lived just outside Castle City, but as his father grew older they had to move into Castle City so he could be taken care of better.
Other Info: Chakra is normally very clumsy, but when his mind is focused he can be quite a good fighter. He is also quite friendly, but sometimes a bit arrogant.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Hair: Fiery red hair that tends to grow in every direction, almost like a lions mane.
Eyes: Brown
Appearance: Average height, but slightly underweight as he usually forgets to eat regularly. Tanned skin and a scar on his cheek that he's had since he was a child.
Clothes: A plain black shirt and black pants, with a white scarf always tied around his waist. Sturdy black boots.
Weapons/Equipment: A large battle axe, although he likes to carry around throwing daggers just in case.
Character Bio: Born in a cave near Castle City, his mother abandoned him at a young age, so he grew up with his father, who was also his trainer. They lived just outside Castle City, but as his father grew older they had to move into Castle City so he could be taken care of better.
Other Info: Chakra is normally very clumsy, but when his mind is focused he can be quite a good fighter. He is also quite friendly, but sometimes a bit arrogant.
Name: Raisen "The Shadow"
Age: 18
Hair: Brown draped over his shoulders
Eyes: Pale blue, a cold effect
Appearance: Roughly 5'11" he has a small muscular build from vigorous training, and hard labour. He has a scar crossing over one of his eyes which links together when he blinks.
Clothes: A black cloak over a thin leather armour that covers most of his torso, arms and legs, while still leaving enough to maneuver quite easily. a black hood that covers his eyes completes his outfit
Weapons: Two curved knifes on his belt, and a small rapier on his back scabbard.
Fighting Style: He moves gracefully in battle moving from one move to another like a dance practiced many times. His armour allows for great maneuverability allowing him to move quickly, and strike decisively.
Background
Age: 18
Hair: Brown draped over his shoulders
Eyes: Pale blue, a cold effect
Appearance: Roughly 5'11" he has a small muscular build from vigorous training, and hard labour. He has a scar crossing over one of his eyes which links together when he blinks.
Clothes: A black cloak over a thin leather armour that covers most of his torso, arms and legs, while still leaving enough to maneuver quite easily. a black hood that covers his eyes completes his outfit
Weapons: Two curved knifes on his belt, and a small rapier on his back scabbard.
Fighting Style: He moves gracefully in battle moving from one move to another like a dance practiced many times. His armour allows for great maneuverability allowing him to move quickly, and strike decisively.
Background
[HEADING=3]Blood on the Knife: The Origins of the Shadow[/HEADING]
By: Lost in the Void
He watched his mother in the next room; her moans had awoken him on this cold night. Someone was warm though, keeping close to his mother. He could have seen his father, on many nights such as this one; the trouble was distinguishing which one of the fuckers was his own father. He had never talked to the men who entered his home, nor would he. The moans grew quicker, and louder until all was silent, he looked further into the room to see his mother collapsed on the unfamiliar man, her breasts bulging across his naked chest. His heart filled with rage at the sight of this, and he ran to the sad excuse for a kitchen they had, grabbing a knife from the many open containers that scattered across the room. It was his favourite knife, his hunting knife from which he had obtained meat for his mother, and himself. Now it would cut another meat.
He returned to the doorway, listening for movement. He snuck a look and saw the man, now clothed, tugging on his boots. His heart skipped a beat, as the man's ensigma was one from The Castle that loomed over the slums in which he lived. He man turned away from his mother, leaving a few coins on the stand by the bed. The child had time to hide himself in the shadows, and the man left the room, his boots clicking quietly over the wooden floor. The boy waited, quietly following him biding his time. At 15, the boy was quiet as a mouse, learned from years of hunting, and stealing. The man sensed something and spun around seeing nothing in the dark. The boy hid under the table, as the man sniffed and went back to walking out the door.
The boy slipped out the door before it clicked shut, and continued to pursue the man. The time was now, and the boy struck the man on the back of the head sending him into unconsciousness. The boy drug the man to the nearest tree, and grabbing some rope, strung him up to the top of the lowest branch. The man began to awaken, so the boy promptly pulled down the man's trousers. The sudden chill caused the man to fully wake. He found he couldn't speak due to the gag in his mouth, but he saw the *****'s boy in front of him with a knife in his hand. The man's mind immediately deduced what was about to happen, and began to scream through the gag, thrashing as much as he could. The boy began to cut, and the thrashing grew more violent, as he tried to gain freedom from the pain. Finally the boy was done, and with a thump the severed flesh hit the ground. The man grew faint from the pain, and blood loss. His vision faded, and his last images of the world were the boy, his hands drenched in his blood grinning at him, and the man faded into the Abyss.
The next day the slums were in an uproar as a noble was found dead in the Slums. No one knew who the killer was, as the only clue was the vicious way in which he had been mutilated before he died. No one, but two people knew who had killed the noble; the boy, and his mother. She called him a bastard, and a useless, worthless sack of scum, and he left the house, he would not return to the life of resentment, and nights awake listening to his mother make the coin for the house. He first stole a black cloak and draped it over himself as he stole away into the furthest corners of the Slums. He came upon gangs, and began to work for them, doing various jobs; he killed debtors, and those who stood in the gang's way. After three years of the life of blood and gang servitude, he was approached by a noble to assassinate one of the key Knights of the Rose. This was his chance to make it big, to move out of the gang life, and move towards being a true assassin, and earning his title of "Shadow"
By: Lost in the Void
He watched his mother in the next room; her moans had awoken him on this cold night. Someone was warm though, keeping close to his mother. He could have seen his father, on many nights such as this one; the trouble was distinguishing which one of the fuckers was his own father. He had never talked to the men who entered his home, nor would he. The moans grew quicker, and louder until all was silent, he looked further into the room to see his mother collapsed on the unfamiliar man, her breasts bulging across his naked chest. His heart filled with rage at the sight of this, and he ran to the sad excuse for a kitchen they had, grabbing a knife from the many open containers that scattered across the room. It was his favourite knife, his hunting knife from which he had obtained meat for his mother, and himself. Now it would cut another meat.
He returned to the doorway, listening for movement. He snuck a look and saw the man, now clothed, tugging on his boots. His heart skipped a beat, as the man's ensigma was one from The Castle that loomed over the slums in which he lived. He man turned away from his mother, leaving a few coins on the stand by the bed. The child had time to hide himself in the shadows, and the man left the room, his boots clicking quietly over the wooden floor. The boy waited, quietly following him biding his time. At 15, the boy was quiet as a mouse, learned from years of hunting, and stealing. The man sensed something and spun around seeing nothing in the dark. The boy hid under the table, as the man sniffed and went back to walking out the door.
The boy slipped out the door before it clicked shut, and continued to pursue the man. The time was now, and the boy struck the man on the back of the head sending him into unconsciousness. The boy drug the man to the nearest tree, and grabbing some rope, strung him up to the top of the lowest branch. The man began to awaken, so the boy promptly pulled down the man's trousers. The sudden chill caused the man to fully wake. He found he couldn't speak due to the gag in his mouth, but he saw the *****'s boy in front of him with a knife in his hand. The man's mind immediately deduced what was about to happen, and began to scream through the gag, thrashing as much as he could. The boy began to cut, and the thrashing grew more violent, as he tried to gain freedom from the pain. Finally the boy was done, and with a thump the severed flesh hit the ground. The man grew faint from the pain, and blood loss. His vision faded, and his last images of the world were the boy, his hands drenched in his blood grinning at him, and the man faded into the Abyss.
The next day the slums were in an uproar as a noble was found dead in the Slums. No one knew who the killer was, as the only clue was the vicious way in which he had been mutilated before he died. No one, but two people knew who had killed the noble; the boy, and his mother. She called him a bastard, and a useless, worthless sack of scum, and he left the house, he would not return to the life of resentment, and nights awake listening to his mother make the coin for the house. He first stole a black cloak and draped it over himself as he stole away into the furthest corners of the Slums. He came upon gangs, and began to work for them, doing various jobs; he killed debtors, and those who stood in the gang's way. After three years of the life of blood and gang servitude, he was approached by a noble to assassinate one of the key Knights of the Rose. This was his chance to make it big, to move out of the gang life, and move towards being a true assassin, and earning his title of "Shadow"
Name: Jonathan Shannow
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Hair: A mane of brown hair that reaches halfway down his neck. For combat, Jon plaits it with silver wire to act as a makeshift coif
Eyes: Lazy, catlike green eyes
Appearance: Tall and lean, he moves with grace at all times
Clothes: Dark trousers, white shirt and dark coat. He often wears parts of his Harness (see equipment) with his casual clothes
Weapons/Equipment: Jon wears the the Great Harness, a type of armour unique to the Albans. It is designed to balance speed with defensive power, being made of several sections of plate armour, (hands, feet, shoulders and sections of the torso and legs), connected by cloth with layers steel thread sewn in. Unlike any other armour, the Harness is the weapon, with the metal on the hands and feet becoming high speed bludgeons
Fighting Style: As his armour is not designed to turn away more than a chance blow, Jon's main defence is merely not being where his enemy expects long enough for his to strike. He ducks and weaves, sometimes moving freely on four limbs.
Character Bio: Hailing from Alba, a small mountainous country that has long been cut off from the main world, many aspects of Jon's life differ wildly due to the unique customs that have evolved. He has a compulsive honour code, is highly courteous at all times, and never loses his cool.
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Hair: A mane of brown hair that reaches halfway down his neck. For combat, Jon plaits it with silver wire to act as a makeshift coif
Eyes: Lazy, catlike green eyes
Appearance: Tall and lean, he moves with grace at all times
Clothes: Dark trousers, white shirt and dark coat. He often wears parts of his Harness (see equipment) with his casual clothes
Weapons/Equipment: Jon wears the the Great Harness, a type of armour unique to the Albans. It is designed to balance speed with defensive power, being made of several sections of plate armour, (hands, feet, shoulders and sections of the torso and legs), connected by cloth with layers steel thread sewn in. Unlike any other armour, the Harness is the weapon, with the metal on the hands and feet becoming high speed bludgeons
Fighting Style: As his armour is not designed to turn away more than a chance blow, Jon's main defence is merely not being where his enemy expects long enough for his to strike. He ducks and weaves, sometimes moving freely on four limbs.
Character Bio: Hailing from Alba, a small mountainous country that has long been cut off from the main world, many aspects of Jon's life differ wildly due to the unique customs that have evolved. He has a compulsive honour code, is highly courteous at all times, and never loses his cool.
Name: Jedamethis or Jeds
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Appearance: shoulder length black hair, not tied up, brown eyes, black clothes. Short and tanned, not the strongest, but fast and agile
Weapons/Equipment: Whatever he can get his hands on, but prefers ranged weapons or knives
Not much armour, apart from gloves
Fighting style: Stealth, preferring to take his enemies unawares with an arrow or knife in their back.
Character Bio: Raised by a loving family, Jedamethis was happy, until the fateful day he discovered his parents were ruthless and vicious killers. Jeds ran away from home, and learned not to be seen, as he had to steal to survive. He doesn't like to see people die, so he attacks from behind.
Other Info: Jeds trusts no one, after his life being ruined by the fact that his parents weren't who he thought they were.
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Appearance: shoulder length black hair, not tied up, brown eyes, black clothes. Short and tanned, not the strongest, but fast and agile
Weapons/Equipment: Whatever he can get his hands on, but prefers ranged weapons or knives
Not much armour, apart from gloves
Fighting style: Stealth, preferring to take his enemies unawares with an arrow or knife in their back.
Character Bio: Raised by a loving family, Jedamethis was happy, until the fateful day he discovered his parents were ruthless and vicious killers. Jeds ran away from home, and learned not to be seen, as he had to steal to survive. He doesn't like to see people die, so he attacks from behind.
Other Info: Jeds trusts no one, after his life being ruined by the fact that his parents weren't who he thought they were.
Name:Kraymen O'Thule
Gender: Male
Age: 36, though older looking.
Hair: Dark brown hair, Shaved head, though normally slightly grown, with matching length facial beard.
Eyes
Color, etc.) Dark brown
Appearance: Kraymen average height.he has a slight athletic build. His face has several scars, the largest over his mouth, up to his eye.
Clothes: Lightly plated worn silver armor. The silver helmet has a Trojan like horse hair, colored dark green. He also has a ripped, also worn green cloak.
Weapons/EquipmentKraymen's main weapon is a medium length wooden spear, with a deadly sharp tip. Often used for cavalry fighting, it can also be thrown. A custom, perfectly balanced short sword is sheathed on his belt. In his left hand he carry's a dull silver shield, covered in nicks and dents. On the front is a decently painted, faded, dark green horse head.)
Fighting Style:Kraymen's people specialize in mounted combat, but must serve as infantrymen before they are accepted into the riders, so they are often well rounded. Kraymen personally will try to keep his foes at length with the spear, quick jabs and stabs to keep them off guard, and slowly weaken them. Sometimes, he will throw his spear at the hostile, and draw his sword. The shield is as much of an offensive weapon as his sword, using it to knock and bash, but also defecting the occasional blow.
Character Bio: Kraymen comes from a distant land, which revolved around horses. A once nomadic people, the culture admires and depends the animal. He joined the cavalry at age 20, and spent 10 years riding and fighting for the kingdom until his commander led the men on a brutal, bloody campaign across the open plains, conquering all of the small factions, trying to unite them, but often ended in slaughter. Kraymen deserted, and rode for months, rarely stopping, until he came to the large city.)
Gender: Male
Age: 36, though older looking.
Hair: Dark brown hair, Shaved head, though normally slightly grown, with matching length facial beard.
Eyes
Color, etc.) Dark brownAppearance: Kraymen average height.he has a slight athletic build. His face has several scars, the largest over his mouth, up to his eye.
Clothes: Lightly plated worn silver armor. The silver helmet has a Trojan like horse hair, colored dark green. He also has a ripped, also worn green cloak.
Weapons/Equipment
Kraymen's main weapon is a medium length wooden spear, with a deadly sharp tip. Often used for cavalry fighting, it can also be thrown. A custom, perfectly balanced short sword is sheathed on his belt. In his left hand he carry's a dull silver shield, covered in nicks and dents. On the front is a decently painted, faded, dark green horse head.)Fighting Style:Kraymen's people specialize in mounted combat, but must serve as infantrymen before they are accepted into the riders, so they are often well rounded. Kraymen personally will try to keep his foes at length with the spear, quick jabs and stabs to keep them off guard, and slowly weaken them. Sometimes, he will throw his spear at the hostile, and draw his sword. The shield is as much of an offensive weapon as his sword, using it to knock and bash, but also defecting the occasional blow.
Character Bio: Kraymen comes from a distant land, which revolved around horses. A once nomadic people, the culture admires and depends the animal. He joined the cavalry at age 20, and spent 10 years riding and fighting for the kingdom until his commander led the men on a brutal, bloody campaign across the open plains, conquering all of the small factions, trying to unite them, but often ended in slaughter. Kraymen deserted, and rode for months, rarely stopping, until he came to the large city.)
Name: Vladamir Vassago
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair: Vassago is bald. His natural hair color is jet black, a fact that you can only distinguish from his beard (a well kept beard that looks oddly regal) and eyebrows.
Eyes: Hazel. His eyes betray no emotion. Stoic.
Appearance: Vladamir Vassago is 5'11'' feet of long muscle and scars. He looks like an extremely toned 185 pound fighter, and this fact is only highlighted by the patchwork of scars lacing around his torso and arms. He has one scar over his Right eye that traces from the start of his scalp to his jaw.
Clothes: He wears leather grieves and a tight fitting armored tunic. His arms are bare except for leather bracers on his wrists. Around his neck is hung a silver pendant carved with the image of a raven.
Weapons/Equipment: Wears a dagger and five throwing knives at his belt, thou his main weapon is an axe and saber combo.
Fighting Style: Vladamir fights with a saber and axe, using the axe almost as a Main Gauche. His sword work is a mixture of royal fencing, calvary saber fighting, and "swashbuckling". That is to say that it uses the finesse of fencing, the hack and slash of calvary saber work, and the "acrobatics" of swashbuckling. Technically he stays true to the styles, but visually it appears as a berserkers dance. Using the axe in his left hand to act as defense, his offense comes from the saber in his right. It combines the perfect flow of shoulder strikes, and precision flicks of the wrist. It is a skill set honed in battle as well as swordsman's schools.
Character Bio: Vladamir was the first son of a well off merchant, so as a child he got to rub elbows with the highest of class. He stood out at a young age for his skill with fencing, and oddly enough poetry. He tried to fit in with the Regal upper class, but his adventurous and stoic nature was off putting (that and the noblemen looked down there noses at a merchant's son). Vladamir joined the Royal Cavalry, at fifteen, when war was brought to their land, and he fought hard to no avail as his kingdom fell and he was left a wandering warrior for higher. He took odd jobs as a mercenary and marine (sailor) to pay for his living and quench his taste for adventure and battle. At Twenty-Four, Vladamir's style of swordsmanship caught the eye of a Noble captain who then employed Vladamir as his own personal guard and his son's sword teacher. His new job brought him to the Castle. A "foreigner" in new lands some might call him, but others know the truth. He is a man with no true home and no true friends outside his sword.
Other Info: Vladamir carries a small bound journal of his travels and poetry, and has a pet Raven who he has trained like a messenger hawk. It's name is Hugin.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair: Vassago is bald. His natural hair color is jet black, a fact that you can only distinguish from his beard (a well kept beard that looks oddly regal) and eyebrows.
Eyes: Hazel. His eyes betray no emotion. Stoic.
Appearance: Vladamir Vassago is 5'11'' feet of long muscle and scars. He looks like an extremely toned 185 pound fighter, and this fact is only highlighted by the patchwork of scars lacing around his torso and arms. He has one scar over his Right eye that traces from the start of his scalp to his jaw.
Clothes: He wears leather grieves and a tight fitting armored tunic. His arms are bare except for leather bracers on his wrists. Around his neck is hung a silver pendant carved with the image of a raven.
Weapons/Equipment: Wears a dagger and five throwing knives at his belt, thou his main weapon is an axe and saber combo.
Fighting Style: Vladamir fights with a saber and axe, using the axe almost as a Main Gauche. His sword work is a mixture of royal fencing, calvary saber fighting, and "swashbuckling". That is to say that it uses the finesse of fencing, the hack and slash of calvary saber work, and the "acrobatics" of swashbuckling. Technically he stays true to the styles, but visually it appears as a berserkers dance. Using the axe in his left hand to act as defense, his offense comes from the saber in his right. It combines the perfect flow of shoulder strikes, and precision flicks of the wrist. It is a skill set honed in battle as well as swordsman's schools.
Character Bio: Vladamir was the first son of a well off merchant, so as a child he got to rub elbows with the highest of class. He stood out at a young age for his skill with fencing, and oddly enough poetry. He tried to fit in with the Regal upper class, but his adventurous and stoic nature was off putting (that and the noblemen looked down there noses at a merchant's son). Vladamir joined the Royal Cavalry, at fifteen, when war was brought to their land, and he fought hard to no avail as his kingdom fell and he was left a wandering warrior for higher. He took odd jobs as a mercenary and marine (sailor) to pay for his living and quench his taste for adventure and battle. At Twenty-Four, Vladamir's style of swordsmanship caught the eye of a Noble captain who then employed Vladamir as his own personal guard and his son's sword teacher. His new job brought him to the Castle. A "foreigner" in new lands some might call him, but others know the truth. He is a man with no true home and no true friends outside his sword.
Other Info: Vladamir carries a small bound journal of his travels and poetry, and has a pet Raven who he has trained like a messenger hawk. It's name is Hugin.
Name: Aldous Bevuridge
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair: Short, straight light brown hair.
Eyes: Pale green, slightly yellow. Alert, but not piercing.
Appearance: 6' tall, lean build, forgettable face. He has a slight beard, and a thin scar along the right side of his jaw.
Clothes: Wears a loose, brown hooded jacket over a short-sleeved black tunic. Under the tunic is a canvas vest with fine silver wire woven in; it is flexible and protects him from piercing weapons and weighs only slightly more than a leather vest. Dark brown straight pants held up with a belt. He has several pouches on his belt, as well as a backpack and leather boots.
Weapons/Equipment:He's collected several exotic weapons over his travels. His preference is small, close range weapons which can be dual wielded. He carries two each of punch daggers (on his belt), 14" wide bladed rings (under his pack), and butterfly swords (on either side of his ribs).
Fighting Style: He is has a magic gift, allowing him to move and react much faster than normal. With this, he uses wreckless close-combat maneuvers; making several strikes in only a few seconds and then retreating or moving around the target. His defensive skills are almost non-existant, consisting mainly of evasion tactics. His Bladed ring and Butterfly Sword allow for blocking light weapons, but are just as likely to get his hands cut and are useless against medium and heavy weapons. He generally avoids armoured targets, or only attacks from behind if he can see a weakness.
Character Bio: Aldous was placed into a workhouse at the age of 6. His family farm had been looted and burned, and his father was killed. His mother had no money and no land to raise him, so instead of giving him a certain life of poverty she put him into the workhouse system so he would have some chance of improving his life.
Until he was 14 he endured a life little better than that of a slave: poor living conditions, meager food, long work under abusive owners, and the death and crippling of other children - who were all deemed "expendable resources." After each day he was given a tiny bit of money for his work, which he saved up for all those years, instead of buying extra food or clothing as many others did.
Finally, he raised enough money to leave the workhouses and live on his own. He bought new clean clothes and his first good meal in years, and set out to find real purpose. In the first town he happened upon he saw a pair of punch daggers for sale. An idea for a new direction came to him and he bought the daggers, beginning his fascination with unique and unusual weaponry. He started on simple security, then moved up to some mercenary jobs. It was this way that he found his gift of speed, and developed his unique fighting style into a means to survive.
Other Info: Now 27, any memory of his mother is distant, and fading. Anywhere he goes he spends an hour or two looking around in case he could recognize her. It is very real possibility that she is already dead and gone, but he still seeks out some form of closure.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair: Short, straight light brown hair.
Eyes: Pale green, slightly yellow. Alert, but not piercing.
Appearance: 6' tall, lean build, forgettable face. He has a slight beard, and a thin scar along the right side of his jaw.
Clothes: Wears a loose, brown hooded jacket over a short-sleeved black tunic. Under the tunic is a canvas vest with fine silver wire woven in; it is flexible and protects him from piercing weapons and weighs only slightly more than a leather vest. Dark brown straight pants held up with a belt. He has several pouches on his belt, as well as a backpack and leather boots.
Weapons/Equipment:He's collected several exotic weapons over his travels. His preference is small, close range weapons which can be dual wielded. He carries two each of punch daggers (on his belt), 14" wide bladed rings (under his pack), and butterfly swords (on either side of his ribs).
He slips his fingers into the holes and holds it so it is pointed away from the thumb. IE: If he holds each hand with the thumb up and palms facing each other, the blades will be pointed to the ground. All outside edges are sharpened.
Character Bio: Aldous was placed into a workhouse at the age of 6. His family farm had been looted and burned, and his father was killed. His mother had no money and no land to raise him, so instead of giving him a certain life of poverty she put him into the workhouse system so he would have some chance of improving his life.
Until he was 14 he endured a life little better than that of a slave: poor living conditions, meager food, long work under abusive owners, and the death and crippling of other children - who were all deemed "expendable resources." After each day he was given a tiny bit of money for his work, which he saved up for all those years, instead of buying extra food or clothing as many others did.
Finally, he raised enough money to leave the workhouses and live on his own. He bought new clean clothes and his first good meal in years, and set out to find real purpose. In the first town he happened upon he saw a pair of punch daggers for sale. An idea for a new direction came to him and he bought the daggers, beginning his fascination with unique and unusual weaponry. He started on simple security, then moved up to some mercenary jobs. It was this way that he found his gift of speed, and developed his unique fighting style into a means to survive.
Other Info: Now 27, any memory of his mother is distant, and fading. Anywhere he goes he spends an hour or two looking around in case he could recognize her. It is very real possibility that she is already dead and gone, but he still seeks out some form of closure.
More will be added as we receive them. Thanks to those who sent in sheets.
I'll repost mine then
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Name: Jedamethis or Jeds
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Appearance: shoulder length black hair, not tied up, brown eyes, black clothes. Short and tanned, not the strongest, but fast and agile
Weapons/Equipment: Whatever he can get his hands on, but prefers ranged weapons or knives
Not much armour, apart from gloves
Fighting style: Stealth, preferring to take his enemies unawares with an arrow or knife in their back.
Character Bio: Raised by a loving family, Jedamethis was happy, until the fateful day he discovered his parents were ruthless and vicious killers. Jeds ran away from home, and learned not to be seen, as he had to steal to survive. He doesn't like to see people die, so he attacks from behind.
Other Info: Jeds trusts no one, after his life being ruined by the fact that his parents weren't who he thought they were.
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Appearance: shoulder length black hair, not tied up, brown eyes, black clothes. Short and tanned, not the strongest, but fast and agile
Weapons/Equipment: Whatever he can get his hands on, but prefers ranged weapons or knives
Not much armour, apart from gloves
Fighting style: Stealth, preferring to take his enemies unawares with an arrow or knife in their back.
Character Bio: Raised by a loving family, Jedamethis was happy, until the fateful day he discovered his parents were ruthless and vicious killers. Jeds ran away from home, and learned not to be seen, as he had to steal to survive. He doesn't like to see people die, so he attacks from behind.
Other Info: Jeds trusts no one, after his life being ruined by the fact that his parents weren't who he thought they were.
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Name: Jonathan Shannow
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Hair: A mane of brown hair that reaches halfway down his neck. For combat, Jon plaits it with silver wire to act as a makeshift coif
Eyes: Lazy, catlike green eyes
Appearance: Tall and lean, he moves with grace at all times
Clothes: Dark trousers, white shirt and dark coat. He often wears parts of his Harness (see equipment) with his casual clothes
Weapons/Equipment: Jon wears the the Great Harness, a type of armour unique to the Albans. It is designed to balance speed with defensive power, being made of several sections of plate armour, (hands, feet, shoulders and sections of the torso and legs), connected by cloth with layers steel thread sewn in. Unlike any other armour, the Harness is the weapon, with the metal on the hands and feet becoming high speed bludgeons
Fighting Style: As his armour is not designed to turn away more than a chance blow, Jon's main defence is merely not being where his enemy expects long enough for his to strike. He ducks and weaves, sometimes moving freely on four limbs.
Character Bio: Hailing from Alba, a small mountainous country that has long been cut off from the main world, many aspects of Jon's life differ wildly due to the unique customs that have evolved. He has a compulsive honour code, is highly courteous at all times, and never loses his cool.
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Hair: A mane of brown hair that reaches halfway down his neck. For combat, Jon plaits it with silver wire to act as a makeshift coif
Eyes: Lazy, catlike green eyes
Appearance: Tall and lean, he moves with grace at all times
Clothes: Dark trousers, white shirt and dark coat. He often wears parts of his Harness (see equipment) with his casual clothes
Weapons/Equipment: Jon wears the the Great Harness, a type of armour unique to the Albans. It is designed to balance speed with defensive power, being made of several sections of plate armour, (hands, feet, shoulders and sections of the torso and legs), connected by cloth with layers steel thread sewn in. Unlike any other armour, the Harness is the weapon, with the metal on the hands and feet becoming high speed bludgeons
Fighting Style: As his armour is not designed to turn away more than a chance blow, Jon's main defence is merely not being where his enemy expects long enough for his to strike. He ducks and weaves, sometimes moving freely on four limbs.
Character Bio: Hailing from Alba, a small mountainous country that has long been cut off from the main world, many aspects of Jon's life differ wildly due to the unique customs that have evolved. He has a compulsive honour code, is highly courteous at all times, and never loses his cool.
already posted, but I guess I should repost.
Name:Kraymen O'Thule
Gender: Male
Age: 36, though older looking.
Hair: Dark brown hair, Shaved head, though normally slightly grown, with matching length facial beard.
EyesColor, etc.) Dark brown
Appearance: Kraymen average height.he has a slight athletic build. His face has several scars, the largest over his mouth, up to his eye.
Clothes: Lightly plated worn silver armor. The silver helmet has a Trojan like horse hair, colored dark green. He also has a ripped, also worn green cloak.
Weapons/EquipmentKraymen's main weapon is a medium length wooden spear, with a deadly sharp tip. Often used for cavalry fighting, it can also be thrown. A custom, perfectly balanced short sword is sheathed on his belt. In his left hand he carry's a dull silver shield, covered in nicks and dents. On the front is a decently painted, faded, dark green horse head.)
Fighting Style:Kraymen's people specialize in mounted combat, but must serve as infantrymen before they are accepted into the riders, so they are often well rounded. Kraymen personally will try to keep his foes at length with the spear, quick jabs and stabs to keep them off guard, and slowly weaken them. Sometimes, he will throw his spear at the hostile, and draw his sword. The shield is as much of an offensive weapon as his sword, using it to knock and bash, but also defecting the occasional blow.
Character Bio: Kraymen comes from a distant land, which revolved around horses. A once nomadic people, the culture admires and depends the animal. He joined the cavalry at age 20, and spent 10 years riding and fighting for the kingdom until his commander led the men on a brutal, bloody campaign across the open plains, conquering all of the small factions, trying to unite them, but often ended in slaughter. Kraymen deserted, and rode for months, rarely stopping, until he came to the large city.)
Gender: Male
Age: 36, though older looking.
Hair: Dark brown hair, Shaved head, though normally slightly grown, with matching length facial beard.
Eyes
Color, etc.) Dark brownAppearance: Kraymen average height.he has a slight athletic build. His face has several scars, the largest over his mouth, up to his eye.
Clothes: Lightly plated worn silver armor. The silver helmet has a Trojan like horse hair, colored dark green. He also has a ripped, also worn green cloak.
Weapons/Equipment
Kraymen's main weapon is a medium length wooden spear, with a deadly sharp tip. Often used for cavalry fighting, it can also be thrown. A custom, perfectly balanced short sword is sheathed on his belt. In his left hand he carry's a dull silver shield, covered in nicks and dents. On the front is a decently painted, faded, dark green horse head.)Fighting Style:Kraymen's people specialize in mounted combat, but must serve as infantrymen before they are accepted into the riders, so they are often well rounded. Kraymen personally will try to keep his foes at length with the spear, quick jabs and stabs to keep them off guard, and slowly weaken them. Sometimes, he will throw his spear at the hostile, and draw his sword. The shield is as much of an offensive weapon as his sword, using it to knock and bash, but also defecting the occasional blow.
Character Bio: Kraymen comes from a distant land, which revolved around horses. A once nomadic people, the culture admires and depends the animal. He joined the cavalry at age 20, and spent 10 years riding and fighting for the kingdom until his commander led the men on a brutal, bloody campaign across the open plains, conquering all of the small factions, trying to unite them, but often ended in slaughter. Kraymen deserted, and rode for months, rarely stopping, until he came to the large city.)
Name: Vladamir Vassago
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair: Vassago is bald. His natural hair color is jet black, a fact that you can only distinguish from his beard (a well kept beard that looks oddly regal) and eyebrows.
Eyes: Hazel. His eyes betray no emotion. Stoic.
Appearance: Vladamir Vassago is 5'11'' feet of long muscle and scars. He looks like an extremely toned 185 pound fighter, and this fact is only highlighted by the patchwork of scars lacing around his torso and arms. He has one scar over his Right eye that traces from the start of his scalp to his jaw.
Clothes: He wears leather grieves and a tight fitting armored tunic. His arms are bare except for leather bracers on his wrists. Around his neck is hung a silver pendant carved with the image of a raven.
Weapons/Equipment: Wears a dagger and five throwing knives at his belt, thou his main weapon is an axe and saber combo.
Fighting Style: Vladamir fights with a saber and axe, using the axe almost as a Main Gauche. His sword work is a mixture of royal fencing, calvary saber fighting, and "swashbuckling". That is to say that it uses the finesse of fencing, the hack and slash of calvary saber work, and the "acrobatics" of swashbuckling. Technically he stays true to the styles, but visually it appears as a berserkers dance. Using the axe in his left hand to act as defense, his offense comes from the saber in his right. It combines the perfect flow of shoulder strikes, and precision flicks of the wrist. It is a skill set honed in battle as well as swordsman's schools.
Character Bio: Vladamir was the first son of a well off merchant, so as a child he got to rub elbows with the highest of class. He stood out at a young age for his skill with fencing, and oddly enough poetry. He tried to fit in with the Regal upper class, but his adventurous and stoic nature was off putting (that and the noblemen looked down there noses at a merchant's son). Vladamir joined the Royal Cavalry, at fifteen, when war was brought to their land, and he fought hard to no avail as his kingdom fell and he was left a wandering warrior for higher. He took odd jobs as a mercenary and marine (sailor) to pay for his living and quench his taste for adventure and battle. At Twenty-Four, Vladamir's style of swordsmanship caught the eye of a Noble captain who then employed Vladamir as his own personal guard and his son's sword teacher. His new job brought him to the Castle. A "foreigner" in new lands some might call him, but others know the truth. He is a man with no true home and no true friends outside his sword.
Other Info: Vladamir carries a small bound journal of his travels and poetry, and has a pet Raven who he has trained like a messenger hawk. It's name is Hugin.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair: Vassago is bald. His natural hair color is jet black, a fact that you can only distinguish from his beard (a well kept beard that looks oddly regal) and eyebrows.
Eyes: Hazel. His eyes betray no emotion. Stoic.
Appearance: Vladamir Vassago is 5'11'' feet of long muscle and scars. He looks like an extremely toned 185 pound fighter, and this fact is only highlighted by the patchwork of scars lacing around his torso and arms. He has one scar over his Right eye that traces from the start of his scalp to his jaw.
Clothes: He wears leather grieves and a tight fitting armored tunic. His arms are bare except for leather bracers on his wrists. Around his neck is hung a silver pendant carved with the image of a raven.
Weapons/Equipment: Wears a dagger and five throwing knives at his belt, thou his main weapon is an axe and saber combo.
Fighting Style: Vladamir fights with a saber and axe, using the axe almost as a Main Gauche. His sword work is a mixture of royal fencing, calvary saber fighting, and "swashbuckling". That is to say that it uses the finesse of fencing, the hack and slash of calvary saber work, and the "acrobatics" of swashbuckling. Technically he stays true to the styles, but visually it appears as a berserkers dance. Using the axe in his left hand to act as defense, his offense comes from the saber in his right. It combines the perfect flow of shoulder strikes, and precision flicks of the wrist. It is a skill set honed in battle as well as swordsman's schools.
Character Bio: Vladamir was the first son of a well off merchant, so as a child he got to rub elbows with the highest of class. He stood out at a young age for his skill with fencing, and oddly enough poetry. He tried to fit in with the Regal upper class, but his adventurous and stoic nature was off putting (that and the noblemen looked down there noses at a merchant's son). Vladamir joined the Royal Cavalry, at fifteen, when war was brought to their land, and he fought hard to no avail as his kingdom fell and he was left a wandering warrior for higher. He took odd jobs as a mercenary and marine (sailor) to pay for his living and quench his taste for adventure and battle. At Twenty-Four, Vladamir's style of swordsmanship caught the eye of a Noble captain who then employed Vladamir as his own personal guard and his son's sword teacher. His new job brought him to the Castle. A "foreigner" in new lands some might call him, but others know the truth. He is a man with no true home and no true friends outside his sword.
Other Info: Vladamir carries a small bound journal of his travels and poetry, and has a pet Raven who he has trained like a messenger hawk. It's name is Hugin.
Name: Aldous Bevuridge
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair: Short, straight light brown hair.
Eyes: Pale green, slightly yellow. Alert, but not piercing.
Appearance: 6' tall, lean build, forgettable face. He has a slight beard, and a thin scar along the right side of his jaw.
Clothes: Wears a loose, brown hooded jacket over a short-sleeved black tunic. Under the tunic is a canvas vest with fine silver wire woven in; it is flexible and protects him from piercing weapons and weighs only slightly more than a leather vest. Dark brown straight pants held up with a belt. He has several pouches on his belt, as well as a backpack and leather boots.
Weapons/Equipment:He's collected several exotic weapons over his travels. His preference is small, close range weapons which can be dual wielded. He carries two each of punch daggers (on his belt), 14" wide bladed rings (under his pack), and butterfly swords (on either side of his ribs).
Fighting Style: He is has a magic gift, allowing him to move and react much faster than normal. With this, he uses wreckless close-combat maneuvers; making several strikes in only a few seconds and then retreating or moving around the target. His defensive skills are almost non-existant, consisting mainly of evasion tactics. His Bladed ring and Butterfly Sword allow for blocking light weapons, but are just as likely to get his hands cut and are useless against medium and heavy weapons. He generally avoids armoured targets, or only attacks from behind if he can see a weakness.
Character Bio: Aldous was placed into a workhouse at the age of 6. His family farm had been looted and burned, and his father was killed. His mother had no money and no land to raise him, so instead of giving him a certain life of poverty she put him into the workhouse system so he would have some chance of improving his life.
Until he was 14 he endured a life little better than that of a slave: poor living conditions, meager food, long work under abusive owners, and the death and crippling of other children - who were all deemed "expendable resources." After each day he was given a tiny bit of money for his work, which he saved up for all those years, instead of buying extra food or clothing as many others did.
Finally, he raised enough money to leave the workhouses and live on his own. He bought new clean clothes and his first good meal in years, and set out to find real purpose. In the first town he happened upon he saw a pair of punch daggers for sale. An idea for a new direction came to him and he bought the daggers, beginning his fascination with unique and unusual weaponry. He started on simple security, then moved up to some mercenary jobs. It was this way that he found his gift of speed, and developed his unique fighting style into a means to survive.
Other Info: Now 27, any memory of his mother is distant, and fading. Anywhere he goes he spends an hour or two looking around in case he could recognize her. It is very real possibility that she is already dead and gone, but he still seeks out some form of closure.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair: Short, straight light brown hair.
Eyes: Pale green, slightly yellow. Alert, but not piercing.
Appearance: 6' tall, lean build, forgettable face. He has a slight beard, and a thin scar along the right side of his jaw.
Clothes: Wears a loose, brown hooded jacket over a short-sleeved black tunic. Under the tunic is a canvas vest with fine silver wire woven in; it is flexible and protects him from piercing weapons and weighs only slightly more than a leather vest. Dark brown straight pants held up with a belt. He has several pouches on his belt, as well as a backpack and leather boots.
Weapons/Equipment:He's collected several exotic weapons over his travels. His preference is small, close range weapons which can be dual wielded. He carries two each of punch daggers (on his belt), 14" wide bladed rings (under his pack), and butterfly swords (on either side of his ribs).
He slips his fingers into the holes and holds it so it is pointed away from the thumb. IE: If he holds each hand with the thumb up and palms facing each other, the blades will be pointed to the ground. All outside edges are sharpened.
Character Bio: Aldous was placed into a workhouse at the age of 6. His family farm had been looted and burned, and his father was killed. His mother had no money and no land to raise him, so instead of giving him a certain life of poverty she put him into the workhouse system so he would have some chance of improving his life.
Until he was 14 he endured a life little better than that of a slave: poor living conditions, meager food, long work under abusive owners, and the death and crippling of other children - who were all deemed "expendable resources." After each day he was given a tiny bit of money for his work, which he saved up for all those years, instead of buying extra food or clothing as many others did.
Finally, he raised enough money to leave the workhouses and live on his own. He bought new clean clothes and his first good meal in years, and set out to find real purpose. In the first town he happened upon he saw a pair of punch daggers for sale. An idea for a new direction came to him and he bought the daggers, beginning his fascination with unique and unusual weaponry. He started on simple security, then moved up to some mercenary jobs. It was this way that he found his gift of speed, and developed his unique fighting style into a means to survive.
Other Info: Now 27, any memory of his mother is distant, and fading. Anywhere he goes he spends an hour or two looking around in case he could recognize her. It is very real possibility that she is already dead and gone, but he still seeks out some form of closure.
If any of you would like, we might occasionally have someone who isn't one of the players to GM a chapter. If you would like to GM a chapter, please contact either myself or Shapsters with your idea, and we will try to get back to you with our response.
Congrats on those of you who made it to Chapter 2. To those of you who didn't, don't lose hope. There will be more Chapters ahead of us.
We've had some major things with our players happen, many of them are now no longer with us in the RP, either of their own accord, or the powers that be.
Thanks for your interest, and I look forward to see how you all play.
We've had some major things with our players happen, many of them are now no longer with us in the RP, either of their own accord, or the powers that be.
Name: Chakra Amura
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Hair: Fiery red hair that tends to grow in every direction, almost like a lions mane.
Eyes: Brown
Appearance: Average height, but slightly underweight as he usually forgets to eat regularly. Tanned skin and a scar on his cheek that he's had since he was a child.
Clothes: A plain black shirt and black pants, with a white scarf always tied around his waist. Sturdy black boots.
Weapons/Equipment: A large battle axe, although he likes to carry around throwing daggers just in case.
Fighting Style: He prefers the "gung ho" method of charging straight into battle, which usually ends up costing him a few injuries.
Character Bio: Born in a cave near Castle City, his mother abandoned him at a young age, so he grew up with his father, who was also his trainer. They lived just outside Castle City, but as his father grew older they had to move into Castle City so he could be taken care of better.
Other Info: Chakra is normally very clumsy, but when his mind is focused he can be quite a good fighter. He is also quite friendly, but sometimes a bit arrogant.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Hair: Fiery red hair that tends to grow in every direction, almost like a lions mane.
Eyes: Brown
Appearance: Average height, but slightly underweight as he usually forgets to eat regularly. Tanned skin and a scar on his cheek that he's had since he was a child.
Clothes: A plain black shirt and black pants, with a white scarf always tied around his waist. Sturdy black boots.
Weapons/Equipment: A large battle axe, although he likes to carry around throwing daggers just in case.
Character Bio: Born in a cave near Castle City, his mother abandoned him at a young age, so he grew up with his father, who was also his trainer. They lived just outside Castle City, but as his father grew older they had to move into Castle City so he could be taken care of better.
Other Info: Chakra is normally very clumsy, but when his mind is focused he can be quite a good fighter. He is also quite friendly, but sometimes a bit arrogant.
Name: Raisen "The Shadow"
Age: 18
Hair: Brown draped over his shoulders
Eyes: Pale blue, a cold effect
Appearance: Roughly 5'11" he has a small muscular build from vigorous training, and hard labour. He has a scar crossing over one of his eyes which links together when he blinks.
Clothes: A black cloak over a thin leather armour that covers most of his torso, arms and legs, while still leaving enough to maneuver quite easily. a black hood that covers his eyes completes his outfit
Weapons: Two curved knifes on his belt, and a small rapier on his back scabbard.
Fighting Style: He moves gracefully in battle moving from one move to another like a dance practiced many times. His armour allows for great maneuverability allowing him to move quickly, and strike decisively.
Background
Age: 18
Hair: Brown draped over his shoulders
Eyes: Pale blue, a cold effect
Appearance: Roughly 5'11" he has a small muscular build from vigorous training, and hard labour. He has a scar crossing over one of his eyes which links together when he blinks.
Clothes: A black cloak over a thin leather armour that covers most of his torso, arms and legs, while still leaving enough to maneuver quite easily. a black hood that covers his eyes completes his outfit
Weapons: Two curved knifes on his belt, and a small rapier on his back scabbard.
Fighting Style: He moves gracefully in battle moving from one move to another like a dance practiced many times. His armour allows for great maneuverability allowing him to move quickly, and strike decisively.
Background
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Name: Jonathan Shannow
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Hair: A mane of brown hair that reaches halfway down his neck. For combat, Jon plaits it with silver wire to act as a makeshift coif
Eyes: Lazy, catlike green eyes
Appearance: Tall and lean, he moves with grace at all times
Clothes: Dark trousers, white shirt and dark coat. He often wears parts of his Harness (see equipment) with his casual clothes
Weapons/Equipment: Jon wears the the Great Harness, a type of armour unique to the Albans. It is designed to balance speed with defensive power, being made of several sections of plate armour, (hands, feet, shoulders and sections of the torso and legs), connected by cloth with layers steel thread sewn in. Unlike any other armour, the Harness is the weapon, with the metal on the hands and feet becoming high speed bludgeons
Fighting Style: As his armour is not designed to turn away more than a chance blow, Jon's main defence is merely not being where his enemy expects long enough for his to strike. He ducks and weaves, sometimes moving freely on four limbs.
Character Bio: Hailing from Alba, a small mountainous country that has long been cut off from the main world, many aspects of Jon's life differ wildly due to the unique customs that have evolved. He has a compulsive honour code, is highly courteous at all times, and never loses his cool.
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Hair: A mane of brown hair that reaches halfway down his neck. For combat, Jon plaits it with silver wire to act as a makeshift coif
Eyes: Lazy, catlike green eyes
Appearance: Tall and lean, he moves with grace at all times
Clothes: Dark trousers, white shirt and dark coat. He often wears parts of his Harness (see equipment) with his casual clothes
Weapons/Equipment: Jon wears the the Great Harness, a type of armour unique to the Albans. It is designed to balance speed with defensive power, being made of several sections of plate armour, (hands, feet, shoulders and sections of the torso and legs), connected by cloth with layers steel thread sewn in. Unlike any other armour, the Harness is the weapon, with the metal on the hands and feet becoming high speed bludgeons
Fighting Style: As his armour is not designed to turn away more than a chance blow, Jon's main defence is merely not being where his enemy expects long enough for his to strike. He ducks and weaves, sometimes moving freely on four limbs.
Character Bio: Hailing from Alba, a small mountainous country that has long been cut off from the main world, many aspects of Jon's life differ wildly due to the unique customs that have evolved. He has a compulsive honour code, is highly courteous at all times, and never loses his cool.
Name: Vladamir Vassago
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair: Vassago is bald. His natural hair color is jet black, a fact that you can only distinguish from his beard (a well kept beard that looks oddly regal) and eyebrows.
Eyes: Hazel. His eyes betray no emotion. Stoic.
Appearance: Vladamir Vassago is 5'11'' feet of long muscle and scars. He looks like an extremely toned 185 pound fighter, and this fact is only highlighted by the patchwork of scars lacing around his torso and arms. He has one scar over his Right eye that traces from the start of his scalp to his jaw.
Clothes: He wears leather grieves and a tight fitting armored tunic. His arms are bare except for leather bracers on his wrists. Around his neck is hung a silver pendant carved with the image of a raven.
Weapons/Equipment: Wears a dagger and five throwing knives at his belt, thou his main weapon is an axe and saber combo.
Fighting Style: Vladamir fights with a saber and axe, using the axe almost as a Main Gauche. His sword work is a mixture of royal fencing, calvary saber fighting, and "swashbuckling". That is to say that it uses the finesse of fencing, the hack and slash of calvary saber work, and the "acrobatics" of swashbuckling. Technically he stays true to the styles, but visually it appears as a berserkers dance. Using the axe in his left hand to act as defense, his offense comes from the saber in his right. It combines the perfect flow of shoulder strikes, and precision flicks of the wrist. It is a skill set honed in battle as well as swordsman's schools.
Character Bio: Vladamir was the first son of a well off merchant, so as a child he got to rub elbows with the highest of class. He stood out at a young age for his skill with fencing, and oddly enough poetry. He tried to fit in with the Regal upper class, but his adventurous and stoic nature was off putting (that and the noblemen looked down there noses at a merchant's son). Vladamir joined the Royal Cavalry, at fifteen, when war was brought to their land, and he fought hard to no avail as his kingdom fell and he was left a wandering warrior for higher. He took odd jobs as a mercenary and marine (sailor) to pay for his living and quench his taste for adventure and battle. At Twenty-Four, Vladamir's style of swordsmanship caught the eye of a Noble captain who then employed Vladamir as his own personal guard and his son's sword teacher. His new job brought him to the Castle. A "foreigner" in new lands some might call him, but others know the truth. He is a man with no true home and no true friends outside his sword.
Other Info: Vladamir carries a small bound journal of his travels and poetry, and has a pet Raven who he has trained like a messenger hawk. It's name is Hugin.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Hair: Vassago is bald. His natural hair color is jet black, a fact that you can only distinguish from his beard (a well kept beard that looks oddly regal) and eyebrows.
Eyes: Hazel. His eyes betray no emotion. Stoic.
Appearance: Vladamir Vassago is 5'11'' feet of long muscle and scars. He looks like an extremely toned 185 pound fighter, and this fact is only highlighted by the patchwork of scars lacing around his torso and arms. He has one scar over his Right eye that traces from the start of his scalp to his jaw.
Clothes: He wears leather grieves and a tight fitting armored tunic. His arms are bare except for leather bracers on his wrists. Around his neck is hung a silver pendant carved with the image of a raven.
Weapons/Equipment: Wears a dagger and five throwing knives at his belt, thou his main weapon is an axe and saber combo.
Fighting Style: Vladamir fights with a saber and axe, using the axe almost as a Main Gauche. His sword work is a mixture of royal fencing, calvary saber fighting, and "swashbuckling". That is to say that it uses the finesse of fencing, the hack and slash of calvary saber work, and the "acrobatics" of swashbuckling. Technically he stays true to the styles, but visually it appears as a berserkers dance. Using the axe in his left hand to act as defense, his offense comes from the saber in his right. It combines the perfect flow of shoulder strikes, and precision flicks of the wrist. It is a skill set honed in battle as well as swordsman's schools.
Character Bio: Vladamir was the first son of a well off merchant, so as a child he got to rub elbows with the highest of class. He stood out at a young age for his skill with fencing, and oddly enough poetry. He tried to fit in with the Regal upper class, but his adventurous and stoic nature was off putting (that and the noblemen looked down there noses at a merchant's son). Vladamir joined the Royal Cavalry, at fifteen, when war was brought to their land, and he fought hard to no avail as his kingdom fell and he was left a wandering warrior for higher. He took odd jobs as a mercenary and marine (sailor) to pay for his living and quench his taste for adventure and battle. At Twenty-Four, Vladamir's style of swordsmanship caught the eye of a Noble captain who then employed Vladamir as his own personal guard and his son's sword teacher. His new job brought him to the Castle. A "foreigner" in new lands some might call him, but others know the truth. He is a man with no true home and no true friends outside his sword.
Other Info: Vladamir carries a small bound journal of his travels and poetry, and has a pet Raven who he has trained like a messenger hawk. It's name is Hugin.
Name: Aldous Bevuridge
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair: Short, straight light brown hair.
Eyes: Pale green, slightly yellow. Alert, but not piercing.
Appearance: 6' tall, lean build, forgettable face. He has a slight beard, and a thin scar along the right side of his jaw.
Clothes: Wears a loose, brown hooded jacket over a short-sleeved black tunic. Under the tunic is a canvas vest with fine silver wire woven in; it is flexible and protects him from piercing weapons and weighs only slightly more than a leather vest. Dark brown straight pants held up with a belt. He has several pouches on his belt, as well as a backpack and leather boots.
Weapons/Equipment:He's collected several exotic weapons over his travels. His preference is small, close range weapons which can be dual wielded. He carries two each of punch daggers (on his belt), 14" wide bladed rings (under his pack), and butterfly swords (on either side of his ribs).
Fighting Style: He is has a magic gift, allowing him to move and react much faster than normal. With this, he uses wreckless close-combat maneuvers; making several strikes in only a few seconds and then retreating or moving around the target. His defensive skills are almost non-existant, consisting mainly of evasion tactics. His Bladed ring and Butterfly Sword allow for blocking light weapons, but are just as likely to get his hands cut and are useless against medium and heavy weapons. He generally avoids armoured targets, or only attacks from behind if he can see a weakness.
Character Bio: Aldous was placed into a workhouse at the age of 6. His family farm had been looted and burned, and his father was killed. His mother had no money and no land to raise him, so instead of giving him a certain life of poverty she put him into the workhouse system so he would have some chance of improving his life.
Until he was 14 he endured a life little better than that of a slave: poor living conditions, meager food, long work under abusive owners, and the death and crippling of other children - who were all deemed "expendable resources." After each day he was given a tiny bit of money for his work, which he saved up for all those years, instead of buying extra food or clothing as many others did.
Finally, he raised enough money to leave the workhouses and live on his own. He bought new clean clothes and his first good meal in years, and set out to find real purpose. In the first town he happened upon he saw a pair of punch daggers for sale. An idea for a new direction came to him and he bought the daggers, beginning his fascination with unique and unusual weaponry. He started on simple security, then moved up to some mercenary jobs. It was this way that he found his gift of speed, and developed his unique fighting style into a means to survive.
Other Info: Now 27, any memory of his mother is distant, and fading. Anywhere he goes he spends an hour or two looking around in case he could recognize her. It is very real possibility that she is already dead and gone, but he still seeks out some form of closure.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Hair: Short, straight light brown hair.
Eyes: Pale green, slightly yellow. Alert, but not piercing.
Appearance: 6' tall, lean build, forgettable face. He has a slight beard, and a thin scar along the right side of his jaw.
Clothes: Wears a loose, brown hooded jacket over a short-sleeved black tunic. Under the tunic is a canvas vest with fine silver wire woven in; it is flexible and protects him from piercing weapons and weighs only slightly more than a leather vest. Dark brown straight pants held up with a belt. He has several pouches on his belt, as well as a backpack and leather boots.
Weapons/Equipment:He's collected several exotic weapons over his travels. His preference is small, close range weapons which can be dual wielded. He carries two each of punch daggers (on his belt), 14" wide bladed rings (under his pack), and butterfly swords (on either side of his ribs).
He slips his fingers into the holes and holds it so it is pointed away from the thumb. IE: If he holds each hand with the thumb up and palms facing each other, the blades will be pointed to the ground. All outside edges are sharpened.
Character Bio: Aldous was placed into a workhouse at the age of 6. His family farm had been looted and burned, and his father was killed. His mother had no money and no land to raise him, so instead of giving him a certain life of poverty she put him into the workhouse system so he would have some chance of improving his life.
Until he was 14 he endured a life little better than that of a slave: poor living conditions, meager food, long work under abusive owners, and the death and crippling of other children - who were all deemed "expendable resources." After each day he was given a tiny bit of money for his work, which he saved up for all those years, instead of buying extra food or clothing as many others did.
Finally, he raised enough money to leave the workhouses and live on his own. He bought new clean clothes and his first good meal in years, and set out to find real purpose. In the first town he happened upon he saw a pair of punch daggers for sale. An idea for a new direction came to him and he bought the daggers, beginning his fascination with unique and unusual weaponry. He started on simple security, then moved up to some mercenary jobs. It was this way that he found his gift of speed, and developed his unique fighting style into a means to survive.
Other Info: Now 27, any memory of his mother is distant, and fading. Anywhere he goes he spends an hour or two looking around in case he could recognize her. It is very real possibility that she is already dead and gone, but he still seeks out some form of closure.
Thanks for your interest, and I look forward to see how you all play.
I'll let you all know to start posting when we start up the next Chapter. We just have to finish up the last bit of the first.RareDevil said:
Hope theres still time for me:
Looking forward to it.
Edit: Whoops didn't see that part about chapter 2 starting. Someone alert me when 3 needs characters.
Edit2: Wait,now I'm confused more. Please just Pm me if I'm needed or not.
Name: Yoshimitsu Hazakura (Hazakura or Haza for short)
Gender:Male
Age: 27
Hair:Jet black and long,falling behind his shoulders freely. With 'M' shaped bangs
Eyes:Green-grey
Appearance: Hazakura is by no means and intemidating figure, he is rather slinky and only built in the legs. His skin is an Italian Olive-tan.He has Stone grey eyes with trimmed eyebrows. He is not of any noble look, but more of a scoundrel. He has a 't' shapped scar under his right eye.
Clothes: Hazakura's primary ware is a Brown monks robe, hood usually up. Underneath is leather padded,dark brown pants, with a simple,loose longsleeve (white) shirt.
Weapons/Equipment:Scimitars (two) A gladius, a dagger, and three throwing knifes.
Fighting Style:Hazakura Perfers his two scimitars, that have seen him through various...workings. His fighting style is based around killing the enemy quickly and effectiently. His Scimitars prove to be his main tool of killing, inpaling or slicing exposed areas.
Character Bio: Hazakura never likes to talk about his past, but he jokes around that he was raised by wolves. He grew up on the streets as a thief, he fell into the wrong crowd and became a smuggler and weapons dealer. This all turned around when he was hired by a noblemen to assassinate a member of the clergy. He was payed handsomely by said noble and never caught. He continued his career as an merc. assassin and spy.
Other Info: Hazakura's favorite drink is mead or Vodka, and he's usually friendly enough likes to talk or spar with others. But he holds grudges, betraying him would result in unsatisfactory consquences.
Gender:Male
Age: 27
Hair:Jet black and long,falling behind his shoulders freely. With 'M' shaped bangs
Eyes:Green-grey
Appearance: Hazakura is by no means and intemidating figure, he is rather slinky and only built in the legs. His skin is an Italian Olive-tan.He has Stone grey eyes with trimmed eyebrows. He is not of any noble look, but more of a scoundrel. He has a 't' shapped scar under his right eye.
Clothes: Hazakura's primary ware is a Brown monks robe, hood usually up. Underneath is leather padded,dark brown pants, with a simple,loose longsleeve (white) shirt.
Weapons/Equipment:Scimitars (two) A gladius, a dagger, and three throwing knifes.
Fighting Style:Hazakura Perfers his two scimitars, that have seen him through various...workings. His fighting style is based around killing the enemy quickly and effectiently. His Scimitars prove to be his main tool of killing, inpaling or slicing exposed areas.
Character Bio: Hazakura never likes to talk about his past, but he jokes around that he was raised by wolves. He grew up on the streets as a thief, he fell into the wrong crowd and became a smuggler and weapons dealer. This all turned around when he was hired by a noblemen to assassinate a member of the clergy. He was payed handsomely by said noble and never caught. He continued his career as an merc. assassin and spy.
Other Info: Hazakura's favorite drink is mead or Vodka, and he's usually friendly enough likes to talk or spar with others. But he holds grudges, betraying him would result in unsatisfactory consquences.
Looking forward to it.
Edit: Whoops didn't see that part about chapter 2 starting. Someone alert me when 3 needs characters.
Edit2: Wait,now I'm confused more. Please just Pm me if I'm needed or not.
No. We don't need you for this Chapter. You're welcome to try out when CH. 3 is approaching, though. Thanks for the interest.hazakura said:
You know what really sucks... I had to decline for this but non of my Rp's are moving at all T___T I wonder is it too late? :/Mookie_Magnus said:
Well, I had already picked you for this chapter... I might be able to let you back in...sky14kemea said:
Hrmm, depends if you've already started xD it was gonna be confusing enough for me >_>Mookie_Magnus said:
if you asked someone else I dont mind
I can always re-apply next chapter.
Really, we've just started. And not all of the characters have met yet. There's still time!sky14kemea said:Hrmm, depends if you've already started xD it was gonna be confusing enough for me >_>Mookie_Magnus said:
if you asked someone else I dont mind
Hrmmm, lemme check out the thread and see if I can get the gist of it xDMookie_Magnus said:Really, we've just started. And not all of the characters have met yet. There's still time!sky14kemea said:Hrmm, depends if you've already started xD it was gonna be confusing enough for me >_>Mookie_Magnus said:
if you asked someone else I dont mind
Edit! okay only miss like a page. and I'm guessing not everyone has posted yet? yeah I'd love to somehow join in xD
Hi There!
I would like to join if theres any spots left.
I would like to join if theres any spots left.
Name: Kira Eshticoft
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Hair: Hair Color is Black, Style is a Ponytail, No More Features
Eyes: Bright Green.
Appearance: She is an Average Bodied Woman.
Clothes: Corset, with a long sleved tunic ripped down the middle, Long Bottom Dress with a Pattern written in a unusual language.
Weapon/Equipment: Carries a LongBow and several Arrows, also has 2 short swords, Has a necklace (Significance given in bio).
Fighting Style: She uses Parkour moves like Jumps and Flips to dodge the blows of enemies.
Bio: When Kira was born she was not welcomed with open arms, instead was welcomed with open paws, Kira was raised with several Wolves, But as she grew she knew by instinct that she had to leave, eventually learning the english language, when Kira was found by the Wolves, the only thing of her parents was a Necklace in the Shape of a Hydra, this has one single letter ingraved into it, the letter R, she has no idea what this means and has spent her entire life looking for answers.
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Hair: Hair Color is Black, Style is a Ponytail, No More Features
Eyes: Bright Green.
Appearance: She is an Average Bodied Woman.
Clothes: Corset, with a long sleved tunic ripped down the middle, Long Bottom Dress with a Pattern written in a unusual language.
Weapon/Equipment: Carries a LongBow and several Arrows, also has 2 short swords, Has a necklace (Significance given in bio).
Fighting Style: She uses Parkour moves like Jumps and Flips to dodge the blows of enemies.
Bio: When Kira was born she was not welcomed with open arms, instead was welcomed with open paws, Kira was raised with several Wolves, But as she grew she knew by instinct that she had to leave, eventually learning the english language, when Kira was found by the Wolves, the only thing of her parents was a Necklace in the Shape of a Hydra, this has one single letter ingraved into it, the letter R, she has no idea what this means and has spent her entire life looking for answers.