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[Iron]

Spoiler: Aldhelm

Name: Aldhelm the Cavalier
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Aldhelm is a rather attractive man, fair skinned, square jaw, perfect hair, broad shouldered, defined musculature, and standing at just above average height, A respectable but unintimidating height. Aldhelm looks like the kind of man that was born to become a knight from fairy tales, which is somewhat ruined by the fact that he could not afford full-plate after a falling out with the knight academy. He is stuck wearing all leather armour like it was full-plate covered in head-to-toe with the leather armour except for his head(He refused to wear a leather helmet). He seems to think that this helps him look more like a knight, but instead it makes him look like a man that desperately wishes he was wearing knight armour. He's often seen with riding a beautiful red stallion by the name of Percival which he obviously takes extremely good care of, and is quite the specimen. Percival is often seen wearing leather barding
Skills: Aldhelm is skilled at all the basic trades of being a knight he was one day away from being knighted after all. He was used to fighting in full-plate armour at the academy and it obviously shows as he moves in a rather clunky, and awkward way during fights. He has an average understanding of most of the basic subjects of schooling for the time except for poetry and literature which he is quite sufficient at, and can name quite a few verses from some of the greats. He's not good at more practical skills like cooking, hunting, cleaning, fishing, or anything that he deemed as squire duty, and is having quite a hard-time adjusting to not having servants or a squire to help him throughout the day.
Equipment: Leather Barding: Standard barding for a horse along with riding equipment and saddle bags.
The Blue Tempest: A Very regal looking longsword with some runes inscribed on finely tempered with a slight blue sheen to it it glistens ever so slightly while in light. It has a single finely cut blue jewel in the center of it's hilt, but the hilt other wise appears to be quite normal in contrast to the very expensive look of the blade... No one is quite sure why it's called Blue Tempest as it obviously has nothing to do with
A small wooden shield: A standard shield used to fend off blows in combat... It's not his main weapon so it doesn't get a cool name.
A couple rations.
A small hatchet
Flint and Tinder
A couple changes of rather worn, and seemingly constantly dirty clothes.
A lantern
Leather Armour
History: Aldhelm was born in the knight academy to two knights well known throughout the world, and obviously was destined to become a great knight even if he was a bit dense on more of the practical matters of life. He was top of his class, could defeat any of the other cavaliers(The knights in training) quite easily in most forms of battle, and his final exam was to get a very magical book to a mage deep in fantastical woods. He did this perfectly fine, solved the golem's riddles with ease, killed a lesser demon on the way, but not but a mile he suddenly became quite curious on what was actually in the book despite all his teachers telling him multiple times to not open up the book. He opened it up and a mage they had previously shut into the book had leaped into his brain, and manifested it's self as a voice in his head constantly doing. Needless to say the masters were quite angry at this... Extremely angry... Banishingly, exiling, stripping of all items he did not personally buy, refusing to get the mage out of his head, and back into the book, and sending him off to kill an evil god to become a knight, angry. He likely would have given up on this quest if it wasn't for the fact that he hated the mage(Grasnarg The Dominator of Zombies) with a dying passion.

Good character, starts out pretty plain and get a nice twist to it. Leather man it is, must be a fetish of some kind...
You're in.

 

[booksv3]

Spoiler: Jack

Name: Jack shadow

Race: Centaur

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Appearance: Standing at almost 7 feet and weighting just over 2000 pounds Jack is an average centaur in both category's. He has studded leather armor for both his human and horse body leaving only his head arms and legs free for a hit. On his right side laying flat along his side his scythe with a quick draw or tied down style for quickly fighting or if he has to move quickly. His hooves are shod with war shoes meaning he has two inch spikes on the sides of each hoove half way up them. Inside the saddle bags connected to the leather armor just behind his torso he has several pouches of herbs and another little pouch holding flint and steel. When not wearing his chest plate he has it tied to the armor on his horse back to free him up. On his left his sits a belt pouch with a pipe and a large amount of tobacco. He also has a brand of a sunburst on the back of his left shoulder.

Skills: Scythe usage, Centaur martial arts, survival, herbal knowledge

Equipment: Scythe, saddle bags, flint and steel, Leather horse armor, Leather chest plate, Side Scythe sheath, war horse shoes, dried herbs in pouches, Ornate ivory pipe and pipe tobacco

History: Jack was born into captivity with half a dozen other centaurs, all of which were torn from their family as soon as they were old enough to be taken from them without worry. Within the next month each of them had been branded with a sunburst on the back of their left shoulder and were thrust into combat training. They were each given a different weapon to train with and were even as novices thrown into fights with harder and harder things to make them get better quickly. Two of them died in the first week while the four rest including Jack were taken to the city. The slave holders had found a centaur who would teach them the basics of their race specific fighting but even that only lasted about a year before he was thrust into a fighting ring again and forced to fight over and over.

The first 10 years of his life was filled with almost continues fighting, one thing after another would be forced into the ring with him and his brothers and sisters and they did their best to survive. They did ok overall, though another two more of them died when they had been pushed into the ring with a owlbear and demon respectively. The next ten years were full of arms masters teaching the finer points of their weapons, as well as more centaurs teaching them how to use herbs to heal themselves as well as more advanced levels of their racial martial arts. Each time he was forced into the ring he would come out covered in blood and more often than not covered with wounds because it had been something as strong if not stronger.

When he was 21 he had a strong of easy fights, the handlers who had bought him and the only other surviving centaur from the group that had been sold had been sending him against things he dispatched easily. After a year of easy fights, 14 different fights which he didn't have to put to much effort into it, he was told he was about to have a very hard fight and the past year was to make sure he was in the best shape. Ignoring his handler and going back to smoking the only real comfort Jack had he sat there waiting. The very next day he was lead to a giant ring, surrounded by thousands of watchers, while on the other end of the ring the only other surviving centaur was also being led out. Within seconds they both know what it meant, they were going to have to fight and kill each other to survive.

That fight was indeed his hardest, lasting for hours before the other one made a mistake. Jack reacted without thinking, sinking his scythe into his brothers side and ripping it back out. As his brother fell and Jack heaved he found he would live, even as his brother lay dying on the dirt in the middle of the thundering applause. Leaning over and running his hand down the horse side of his brother Jack slowly stood back up and turned on the advancing guards. They assumed he was to tired to fight, but they were wrong. The last hours of the fight both him and his brother had been holding back knowing their handlers would assume they were to tired to fight back after, so when they marched on him he thundered into them shredding them with his already bloody scythe. Breaking through the line of handler guards and kicking down the gates of the ring he had spent most of his life he ran from the ring and the city itself. Running out of the cobblestone covered land to the tree filled one Jack didnt stop running for a long time. He get well away from any hint of people he lives his next handfull of hears living off the land and moving ever away from where he came from. Till he came on the outpost, someplace far enough away from where he had come from he felt he could rejoin the people, almost without worry.

Notes: Smokes a pipe, addicted to tobacco.

Because Centaur.

Comments please.

 

[Iron]

Spoiler: Jack

Name: Jack shadow

Race: Centaur

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Appearance: Standing at almost 7 feet and weighting just over 2000 pounds Jack is an average centaur in both category's. He has studded leather armor for both his human and horse body leaving only his head arms and legs free for a hit. On his right side laying flat along his side his scythe with a quick draw or tied down style for quickly fighting or if he has to move quickly. His hooves are shod with war shoes meaning he has two inch spikes on the sides of each hoove half way up them. Inside the saddle bags connected to the leather armor just behind his torso he has several pouches of herbs and another little pouch holding flint and steel. When not wearing his chest plate he has it tied to the armor on his horse back to free him up. On his left his sits a belt pouch with a pipe and a large amount of tobacco. He also has a brand of a sunburst on the back of his left shoulder.

Skills: Scythe usage, Centaur martial arts, survival, herbal knowledge

Equipment: Scythe, saddle bags, flint and steel, Leather horse armor, Leather chest plate, Side Scythe sheath, war horse shoes, dried herbs in pouches, Ornate ivory pipe and pipe tobacco

History: Jack was born into captivity with half a dozen other centaurs, all of which were torn from their family as soon as they were old enough to be taken from them without worry. Within the next month each of them had been branded with a sunburst on the back of their left shoulder and were thrust into combat training. They were each given a different weapon to train with and were even as novices thrown into fights with harder and harder things to make them get better quickly. Two of them died in the first week while the four rest including Jack were taken to the city. The slave holders had found a centaur who would teach them the basics of their race specific fighting but even that only lasted about a year before he was thrust into a fighting ring again and forced to fight over and over.

The first 10 years of his life was filled with almost continues fighting, one thing after another would be forced into the ring with him and his brothers and sisters and they did their best to survive. They did ok overall, though another two more of them died when they had been pushed into the ring with a owlbear and demon respectively. The next ten years were full of arms masters teaching the finer points of their weapons, as well as more centaurs teaching them how to use herbs to heal themselves as well as more advanced levels of their racial martial arts. Each time he was forced into the ring he would come out covered in blood and more often than not covered with wounds because it had been something as strong if not stronger.

When he was 21 he had a strong of easy fights, the handlers who had bought him and the only other surviving centaur from the group that had been sold had been sending him against things he dispatched easily. After a year of easy fights, 14 different fights which he didn't have to put to much effort into it, he was told he was about to have a very hard fight and the past year was to make sure he was in the best shape. Ignoring his handler and going back to smoking the only real comfort Jack had he sat there waiting. The very next day he was lead to a giant ring, surrounded by thousands of watchers, while on the other end of the ring the only other surviving centaur was also being led out. Within seconds they both know what it meant, they were going to have to fight and kill each other to survive.

That fight was indeed his hardest, lasting for hours before the other one made a mistake. Jack reacted without thinking, sinking his scythe into his brothers side and ripping it back out. As his brother fell and Jack heaved he found he would live, even as his brother lay dying on the dirt in the middle of the thundering applause. Leaning over and running his hand down the horse side of his brother Jack slowly stood back up and turned on the advancing guards. They assumed he was to tired to fight, but they were wrong. The last hours of the fight both him and his brother had been holding back knowing their handlers would assume they were to tired to fight back after, so when they marched on him he thundered into them shredding them with his already bloody scythe. Breaking through the line of handler guards and kicking down the gates of the ring he had spent most of his life he ran from the ring and the city itself. Running out of the cobblestone covered land to the tree filled one Jack didnt stop running for a long time. He get well away from any hint of people he lives his next handfull of hears living off the land and moving ever away from where he came from. Till he came on the outpost, someplace far enough away from where he had come from he felt he could rejoin the people, almost without worry.

Notes: Smokes a pipe, addicted to tobacco.

Because Centaur.

Comments please.

Done, accepted. I apologize for the long wait. I had issues to solve. We will discuss further details privately.

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Spoiler: Igor

Name: Interplanetary Geological Observation Rover SR-11

Race: Robot

Gender: won't insult your intelligence

Age: 86 (setting's years)

Appearance: like what you would expect from a space rover. Overall, the size of a shopping trolly, with four well suspended wheels, a single robotic arm (complete with dirt trowel), and a lens stalk which you could refer to as the 'head'.

Skills: collecting and analysing dirt.

Equipment:
- internal dirt incubator and analyser
- dirt trowel
- artificial fingers for more precise manipulation of dirt
- circular saw for cutting big, inaccessible lumps of dirt into smaller pieces
- high powered laser for cutting VERY big, inaccessible lumps of dirt into smaller pieces
- a lamp for seeing dirt when it's dark
- thermal vision for differentiating between warm and cold dirt
- jet thrusters for accessing dirt in hard to reach places
- solar panels to ensure as full a functioning career as possible
- interstellar communicator, for telling the folks back home about all the dirt he's found
- fully self aware artificial intelligence system which has an inbuilt fondness for dirt

History: Igor was created by beings from a far away solar system specifically to send to this planet, which has been identified as containing plenty of good, life sustaining dirt. His mission is to go there and analysise as much of it as he can before falling into inevitable disrepair and dying.
After hurtling through space for eighty-odd years, Igor has finally entered the planet's atmosphere, falling on a collision course to the area locals refer to as 'Outpost'...

 

[Iron]

Spoiler: Igor

Name: Interplanetary Geological Observation Rover SR-11

Race: Robot

Gender: won't insult your intelligence

Age: 86 (setting's years)

Appearance: like what you would expect from a space rover. Overall, the size of a shopping trolly, with four well suspended wheels, a single robotic arm (complete with dirt trowel), and a lens stalk which you could refer to as the 'head'.

Skills: collecting and analysing dirt.

Equipment:
- internal dirt incubator and analyser
- dirt trowel
- artificial fingers for more precise manipulation of dirt
- circular saw for cutting big, inaccessible lumps of dirt into smaller pieces
- high powered laser for cutting VERY big, inaccessible lumps of dirt into smaller pieces
- a lamp for seeing dirt when it's dark
- thermal vision for differentiating between warm and cold dirt
- jet thrusters for accessing dirt in hard to reach places
- solar panels to ensure as full a functioning career as possible
- interstellar communicator, for telling the folks back home about all the dirt he's found
- fully self aware artificial intelligence system which has an inbuilt fondness for dirt

History: Igor was created by beings from a far away solar system specifically to send to this planet, which has been identified as containing plenty of good, life sustaining dirt. His mission is to go there and analysise as much of it as he can before falling into inevitable disrepair and dying.
After hurtling through space for eighty-odd years, Igor has finally entered the planet's atmosphere, falling on a collision course to the area locals refer to as 'Outpost'...

This one can't work in a land of fantastical sword and sorcery. Sorry, mate. Out of the question.

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Spoiler: Igor

Name: Interplanetary Geological Observation Rover SR-11

Race: Robot

Gender: won't insult your intelligence

Age: 86 (setting's years)

Appearance: like what you would expect from a space rover. Overall, the size of a shopping trolly, with four well suspended wheels, a single robotic arm (complete with dirt trowel), and a lens stalk which you could refer to as the 'head'.

Skills: collecting and analysing dirt.

Equipment:
- internal dirt incubator and analyser
- dirt trowel
- artificial fingers for more precise manipulation of dirt
- circular saw for cutting big, inaccessible lumps of dirt into smaller pieces
- high powered laser for cutting VERY big, inaccessible lumps of dirt into smaller pieces
- a lamp for seeing dirt when it's dark
- thermal vision for differentiating between warm and cold dirt
- jet thrusters for accessing dirt in hard to reach places
- solar panels to ensure as full a functioning career as possible
- interstellar communicator, for telling the folks back home about all the dirt he's found
- fully self aware artificial intelligence system which has an inbuilt fondness for dirt

History: Igor was created by beings from a far away solar system specifically to send to this planet, which has been identified as containing plenty of good, life sustaining dirt. His mission is to go there and analysise as much of it as he can before falling into inevitable disrepair and dying.
After hurtling through space for eighty-odd years, Igor has finally entered the planet's atmosphere, falling on a collision course to the area locals refer to as 'Outpost'...

This one can't work in a land of fantastical sword and sorcery. Sorry, mate. Out of the question.

But that's the whole point! Igor came from space, which can be anything!

[small](Also I was joking just a little bit)[/small]