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≺Character Creation≻
Hello and welcome to "SvG: Dungeon Quest". We're very pleased to hear that you have taken an interest in this specific roleplay and are looking forward to your character application. Remember that your character application sheet is giving the moderators a glimpse of your writing. Before I give you the character application sheet, I would like to explain how we will introduce your characters.
Since this roleplay is meant to keep everyone in one large group to provide an easier environment to interact with other characters and keep track of everything so that it goes according to plan, introduction posts will not be written randomly. We will just send a quick Private Message to you so that we may plan out a brief summary of how your character will join the group. After we do that, you are free to post your introduction post in the current roleplay thread (it will be marked with the prefix "Main") and join in the adventure.
Now, without further ado, here is the character application sheet. I have given you only one option this time; a code that includes tabs that you have to fill in. Feel free to play around and add things to the character application sheet but please keep it the same. It's easier for the moderators and I to read through the characters that way.
To keep the spacing of the character application code, please use "Paste as plain text" instead of "Paste" if it is possible. If you have any trouble with the coding, contact one of the moderators or Darth Pai for help. Also, when filling out the character application, please delete the default text Darth Pai wrote inside of each tab.
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[tab=Name]Insert character's name here. Feel free to expand and elaborate on the name. We'd love to learn more about your character. For those who can't think of a name, here's a tip; name generators. I use them all the time.[/tab]
[tab=Gender]Are you a male or a female? Perhaps your character is neither? Expand. Elaborate. Bring your character to life! If you can't decide gender, I suggest flipping a coin or rolling a die.[/tab]
[tab=Age]How old is your character? Please be reasonable here. None of the races are immortal. However, we will allow you to expand and create but just use your common sense.[/tab]
[tab=Race]From the races provided in the Foundation Lore, what race is your character? If you wish to create a custom race, please PM Darth Pai or one of the moderators so that we can discuss and work it into the lore.[/tab]
[tab=Appearance]Please insert your character's picture here. If you read the rules, you would be aware that we only want digital pictures so please no pictures of real people. If you're using a picture, feel free to add appearance notes. Descriptions are alright as well, just make sure it is clear and easy to understand.[/tab]
[tab=History]"So we don't have to write personality?" No, you don't. Instead, I would like to get to know your character through their history. One's history crafts who they are so do your absolute best here. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Have fun and remember that doing your best doesn't always mean you have to type up pages of history.[/tab]
[tab=Other]Anything else you would like to add that doesn't fit in any of the other sections?[/tab]
[/tabs]≺Accepted Characters≻
Here's a list of accepted characters for this roleplay.
@The Out Of World
- Aspero (derived from the Spanish term for rough or coarse)
- "Male, I think. Let me check....yup, male."
- "I don't know, adult-ish?"
- "....Demon? Maybe I'm just ugly."
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"I've got some pants, a gently used cloak and some talismans and shit. I always keep my hat on and my face wrapped; I'm not terribly pretty. Try to take my boots or gloves and I'll kick your teeth down your throat." - "I don't have much of a story to tell. The first thing I remember is waking up in the middle of some Gods-forsaken desert near Ethym, got snatched up by a gang of slavers (ripped one of the fetchers' throats out) and got sold to some mining company in Lawiel for a few years. As you can guess, I worked all day in a mine, and when the day ended, I was fed enough to keep me alive 'till sunrise. While I was in that miserable hole, I got in a lot of fights with the other laborers. A couple times I got hit on the head pretty damn hard. Once in a while, a nasty blow to the noggin would make me....remember things. Like how to read and write just as people do, and how I could speak a few words of that fancy islander language. I can also do math with angles and speed and shit lightning quick, but that's boring as all hell.
I didn't really escape from slavery; I just kind of lucked out. The mining crew found some ruin full of ancient crap after digging into an old pre-made tunnel. There were some artifacts and shit down there, talismans, totems, gold, you name it. The entire crew was sent down there to loot the ruins and give our spoils to the mine overseers in exchange for extra rations. Those greedy bastards didn't tell anyone that there was an underground ruin because they didn't want any archaeologists digging around and cutting into their profits. Fetchers.
Of course, there was a wonderful little twist to it all: the ruins were some kind of temple made by a cult that worshiped a false god, an idol that was unlike any of the old Deities. We broke into a sacrificial chamber and found the cult's greatest treasures: a record of its history carved into a series of pictures on the walls and a throne with the rotting skeleton of a huge inhuman...thing. The other workers said it must have been a demon. It seemed that the cult's 'god' had died of old age while trapped down there, or maybe it starved to death. We started pulling trinkets and shit out of a bunch of urns all over the chamber, and then all hell broke loose.
Phantoms, vengeful wraiths that stayed behind to protect their false god, poured out of the walls and screamed curses in archaic Common while ripping in to the workers' flesh with ephemeral spears and blades. I snatched up whatever the hell I could and hightailed it out of there, pushing any other slaves who got in my way to their doom. By the time I escaped back into the tunnels, the entire damn cavern was collapsing and filling up with water. Myself and only a handful of slaves survived the trip out of that hellhole, and we were all overjoyed by our newfound riches. I dropped most of the gold I had and started running for the wilderness. The rest that were still around fought each other to the death over that gold I left behind. I even saw the last of 'em bleeding to death while he laughed at how he had won it all.
After that...I just kind of wandered around in the wilderness. Nobody owned me anymore. I learned what Gaia had to teach me; how to hunt for food, skin animals, make shelter, search the undergrowth for poisonous plants, that kind of thing. I managed to get out of Lawiel by bribing some guards with what few gold nuggets I had left.
Now I'm looking around for dungeons and whatnot to make some money, maybe even make a name for myself. If that one king guy could get rich by being fast, all I got to do is be faster. I've been running around, following rumors of the easier-to-find dungeons, and in a sick twist of fate, the Gods have brought me back to Ethym where I should find some bigass White Tower full of loot. " - Attributes:
-Stubborn: will wait to get what he wants.
-Excellent Mathematician: can calculate forces and trajectories at high speeds without pen and paper.
-Grouchy: being a slave will do that to you.
-Heat and Humidity Resistant: Apparently adapted to some kind of subtropical climate before ending up in the desert. Dislikes cold weather.
-Afraid of Ghosts: you could even say he is deathly afraid of them.
Carries small objects, usually tiny metal balls, to fling around at magic-increased speeds. Has several knives and poisons on hand and is a skilled survivalist, taking what he needs to fight from nature's blessings.
@Darth Pai
- Roland Adair
- Male
- Twenty-one
- Human
- After coming face to face with one of the Twelve Beasts of Jezebel and barely escaping Phoebe's Labyrinth, Roland was cursed by a witchling which caused him to lose the ability to move or use his left arm. After being saved by the travelling doctor Lakshri Obsidias, a makeshift magical artifact that was similar to a dungeon seal was surgically implanted into Roland's left shoulder. The curse caused the skin on the arm to disintegrate and reveal the muscle underneath. A solid, bone-like material grew over the arm as a symptom of the curse.
Now, once you got passed the arm you would find that Roland is somewhat good looking. He stands at six feet, or 1.82m, and appears slightly older than he really is. The colour of his eyes are indeed natural - they help with getting with women. Some say they're an attractive effect that occurred when the antibiotics Dr. Obsidias gave him and the curse clashed. However, Roland inherited the colour of his eyes from his father, a general of the Laem Empire's army.
Roland has multiple scars that built up over the years, the larger ones seem to be from dungeon diving, coming into contact with monsters, or the neighbour's horse. The most noticeable ones are on his right cheek, upper left chest and shoulder, and on his lower back. The one on the lower back was because of the neighbour's horse. On the topic of skin, Roland's somewhat pale and doesn't necessarily burn easily but has the tendency to burn than tan. His hair used to be a darker brown but the sun bleached it a bit lighter since he was outside most of the time.
His clothing is rather lightweight and is not really something that would protect you from being stabbed in the gut. However, it allows him to move more freely, to dodge and deflect incoming attacks, and to quickly strip naked when in the company of a woman in a bedroom. Most would think that the large belts around his waist or hips are for show but they do have their use. They keep his shirt from flying up when he's jumping, you can loosely hide some items in there (like food into the movie theaters), and if anyone needs to amputate a limb of some sorts, you can use the belt as a tourniquet. - The surname Adair comes from a long line of distinguished gladiators in the Laem Empire of the western land Ileus. They have been confirmed to descend from Tyruth Adair, a famous historical figure in the Laem Empire. He was a strong military commander during the golden age of Laem’s growth and development and was rumoured to be the lover of the empress during that time. There are many other famous Adairs in Ileus’ history, especially when it comes to the renown Colosseum and the military.
There are many relatives of the Adair family since they have such good connections not only in Laem but in other lands as well. After all, they are a very powerful group that’s associated with either the military or the Colosseum. They have strong familial connections in almost every land however it’s somewhat difficult to tell if someone with the last name Adair is directly connected to the main branch in Laem since it’s such a common surname now. However, I can assure you that our Roland Adair is every bit connected to the main Adair familial branch. He did grow up in Laem for a good part of his life.
Roland’s father was a strong man, a military man who came to Arad as the third representative of the Laem Empire’s army. His name was Barbatos Adair, a man of the main family of Adairs. He came to Lawiel to help strengthen the trades and relationship between the Laem Empire and the Lawiel Kingdom. They didn’t want to end up like the Aijiei Empire and the Krassian Kingdom in the north, constantly fighting for power and territory. Barbatos was a very trustworthy man, he believed that a man is only as good as his word and put integrity very high in his morals.
Roland’s mother, however, she was what society deemed as immoral. She was a whore. A whore that worked mainly in Ethym but since the relationship between Lawiel and Ethym was so strong, she ended up meeting Barbatos. Her name was Vijai, no last name since her family had disowned her when she began to make her money as a woman of the night. Vijai was a paid whore, a prostitute, who worked in a brothel. The meeting between the two was purely coincidental since Vijai was just another whore. She wasn’t exactly the most beautiful or voluptuous woman there but she was there.
Barbatos and another representative of the Laem Empire were taken to Ethym after a long meeting between the king of Lawiel and the representatives to enjoy a night of delicious food, great wine, and beautiful women. Since there was a direct passage from Lawiel and Ethym, it didn’t take too long to get to the other kingdom. Barbatos was taken to a rather expensive brothel that was known for its great service all around. Barbatos never told Roland the name since he didn’t want the boy to be running over to Arad, in search of said brothel. However, Roland could guess the name since the brothel in Ethym still stands today. It was called the Red Ravine.
Of course, since they were in a brothel, the story was rather basic and not exactly the most romantic one. Barbatos was a rather strict man but under the pressure of both the escort and the other representative, he decided to call for one of the women to please him. And that woman was a woman by the name of Vijai. Barbatos had to admit that Vijai was indeed beautiful. She had long golden locks and the colour was so vibrant that it could be compared with the sun. Vijai’s eyes were a nice shade of brown, a dark brown that seemed to melt those that looked into her heavily framed eyes. She had a sort of smile that didn’t exactly shock you or make you freeze in place to stare at it longer but Barbatos enjoyed it.
And so, they did what usually happens in a brothel and never saw each other again after that. Barbatos found that he had almost fallen in love with the beautiful prostitute; he wasn’t the kind of man who often slept in the same bed as women. A week later after their encounter, Barbatos left Arad and returned to his own land, unaware of the fact that his first son was to be conceived nine months from then by a golden haired whore that he fell in love with for one night. Barbatos had yet to take a wife, having focused on developing his career in the military first before looking to start a family. Of course, it wasn’t difficult due to his family name and overall ability, but he still ended up (politely) rejecting any offers towards him.
Vijai, however, knew that something like this was all just a part of the job. She was prepared to get pregnant when she first took up the offer when she left her father’s house to live her own life. However, she couldn’t bring herself to hand over the child to the local orphanage. Very little prostitutes kept their children; they didn’t even know who the father was. But Vijai had a very good idea of who the father of her child was, but it wasn’t until the baby was born that she was absolutely sure. After all, he had his eyes, the eyes that were a deeper colour than her own golden hair.
It was August 21st when Vijai went into labour. It was just in the middle of the night when it happened. The child was very difficult to give birth to but there were no serious complications. Fourteen hours later, a healthy baby was placed into Vijai’s weak and tired arms. She stared down at the wailing boy and smiled ever so slightly. She was very fatigued and her eyelids were beginning to droop but Vijai could clearly see the similarities between the baby boy that she held in her arms and the handsome man from Laem that she serviced nine months prior to the birth of her first child.
Vijai named him Roland, if he had been a girl, she would have named the baby Joan. But Vijai was sure that her baby was going to do great things one day, his name would be written down in the history books. He was destined for fame and fortune. So, she named him Roland, which meant “famous land”. Little did she know that Roland would be famous one day, just not in the way that she initially meant. Even so, Vijai developed the motherly attachment to her son but who was she to raise a child with an occupation as her own? But, Vijai made do with what she had.
For four years she raised him, watching her son grow delighted Vijai, especially when he first opened his eyes. They were of a golden colour, the same as his father, and the hair that grew on his head was a dark brown. Not exactly the same pitch black as Barbatos but Vijai would often ruffle Roland’s hair when she came home after working in the brothel. By getting a loan from the bank, Vijai was able to buy a small little room in an inn to serve as a home. They didn’t need a big, fancy mansion, they were just a family of two. But Vijai knew that a brothel was not a proper place for a child to be raised. Although they had struggles, especially in the financial area, they were happy.
Although Roland looked so much like his father, due to the fact that he grew up with his mother, he was a very empathetic and patient child. Yes, he did throw tantrums once in awhile but he always had his reasons. When his mother was out working, he would explore the streets of Ethym and play with the other children. Roland often chatted with the brave warriors who dared to enter the White Tower, which was not too far from the kingdom. After awhile, he began to make it a game to see how many people would bring swords into the dungeon. Roland was young and unable to comprehend the fact that many, if not all, of the people that he spoke to died in the White Tower.
Sometimes Vijai would have to work nightshifts so she was unable to come home and cook dinner. Of course, the people in Roland’s neighbourhood were all generally friendly so their next door neighbour would invite Roland over for dinner when his mother was not available. They were a trustworthy folk, Vijai would always come home in the early morning to find that Roland was fast asleep with a belly full of food. Sometimes Vijai would find Roland awake with some sort of present for her, it was quite a nice surprise to have. But Vijai never expected to come home to a surprise as big as this one.
Dressed in his official Laem military clothing, Barbatos sat on a wooden chair and stared straight into the eyes of the boy before him. According to his sources, this four year old little boy was his illegitimate son. He could believe it. The boy had his exact same eyes and bone structure from when he was just a boy. His son had answered the door without hesitation, for a four year old, he was quite big. A little on the skinny side but Barbatos could see the Adair genes working in him. When Barbatos asked for the boy’s name, he got a simple answer.
“Roland.” So Vijai named him Roland? Barbatos nodded and introduced himself, holding out his large hand to the boy. Roland was a good, strong name. However, Barbatos would never think that Vijai would name her son such a westernized name when her own name was native to Ethym and the Goddess Desert. Just another question added to Barbatos long list of questions for Vijai. Seeing as it was getting rather dark, Barbatos took it upon himself to feed his son and get him into bed. A strong child needed nourishment and sleep to grow.
However, by the time Barbatos had come back from the local market with food, Roland was already scarfing down the food he had gotten from the neighbours. Barbatos watched as Roland washed the dishes and cleaned up the area all by himself, an eyebrow cocked up in amazement. He was only four and Vijai had taught him to be able to sustain himself. But he had thought too soon. Roland slipped on the wood floor and dropped the ceramic cup. It shattered the moment it hit the ground.
However, some way, somehow, Barbatos managed to calm the crying child and get him in bed. By the time it was ten at night, Roland was fast asleep, a puddle of drool was forming underneath his mouth. Barbatos sat in the chair next to Roland’s bed. He assumed that Vijai would often sit in this chair. He stared at his sleeping four year old son and frowned, holding his chin in his hand. When he heard the door click open and light footsteps echo through the apartment, Barbatos got up and leaned against the door frame, simply waiting for Vijai to notice him.
When she saw him, her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her breath got caught in her throat and she was unable to think properly for a few seconds. Taking a seat on one of the wooden chairs, Vijai released the breath that she would holding in and gestured for Barbatos to take a seat. They talked under their breath as if they were old friends who were catching up with the events that had happened to the other since the last time they had seen each other. But they mostly spoke about Roland and Barbatos’ request.
He knew that it was a selfish question to ask a mother but Barbatos was obligated to since Roland was indeed his first born, a direct member of the Adair family. When he asked Vijai, he tried to lay it down as gently as he possibly could. But what kind of woman would react kindly to a man she hadn’t seen for almost five years suddenly appearing in front of her, asking to take her son away to a foreign land. Surprisingly, Vijai was that kind of woman. She simply nodded in understanding and took another deep breath. Barbatos knew that she was unable to immediately come up with an answer to a question like that so he told her that he would give her a day to think and then would come back on the second morning.
Then, he left. Leaving Vijai to think in Ethym, Barbatos made his way to Raynworth and stayed there for two days before returning to Ethym on the second morning. Barbatos offered to bring Vijai along with them to Ileus, the ship was leaving that night and if they wanted to get to Raynworth on time, they would have to leave early in the morning. But, instead, Barbatos noticed that Roland was still asleep but his belongings were packed. It was only a small little knapsack, there weren’t things such as pots and pans in there but there was nothing that showed that Vijai was coming along. So, they had a conversation.
“... Tell him about me. Roland. He needs to know that he has a mother that loves him.” Vijai spoke softly, her breath airy and somewhat distant. Her voice was strong and it was obvious that there was no chance in her changing her mind. She knew that she would be out of place in a noble setting such as in the Adair family. But Roland was still young, he could adjust to it. She always knew that he was special. Roland and Barbatos left that morning, Barbatos didn’t dare to look back at Vijai since he knew that her expression held the same amount of expression as a rock.
But that’s what a child sees. An adult sees a full grown woman about to burst into tears. It seemed that Vijai had already explained the whole situation to Roland, she had told him that this man was his father who was working overseas. The four year old did his best not to cry, biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. It wasn’t until Barbatos had told him that it’s okay for a man to cry that Roland burst into tears and those tears would last the entire trip to Ileus. Barbatos sat on his bed in the ship, hunched over in his thinking pose, he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration as he thought back to the conversation he had with Vijai before he left with Roland.
“You’re not coming.” It was more of a question than a statement, but Barbatos’ voice fell flat near the end of the sentence.
Vijai shook her head and glanced back at the sleeping Roland. “No. I’m not suited for that kind of lifestyle...but Roland is. Raise him to be a good man, a righteous man.” The woman sighed and leaned back in her chair, it seemed that she was very tired and had stayed up all night thinking about her answer to the decision.
Barbatos didn’t know what else to do other than reassure the mother. “I plan to do that.”
She answered back with, “Good.”
And here's where I rush everything and give you a brief description and then say I'll come back to finish it properly but probably won't. So, Roland is taken to the Laem Empire by his father, his mother was left behind in Arad. He was raised there for a good portion of his life and learned how to read and write as well as swordplay. When he was twenty, he hopped on a ship without proper permission and sailed over to Arad and explored the land in hopes to dungeon diving and hitting jackpot if he was to defeat a dungeon. The first dungeon he came across was one in the enchanted forest to the south of Cadora; Phoebe's Labyrinth. It was then when he came face to face with a Beast of Jezebel, had his arm cursed by a witchling, saved by the miraculous doctor, and then spent the rest of his time, running around, screaming nonsense about the Twelve Beasts of Jezebel. - 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer!
Take one down and pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall!
Wait, Pai! I don't want to read the history!
That's alright, child, I have a solution for you. All you really need to know is that Roland has the last name Adair, which is a surname of a famous clan in the Laem Empire that's known for their strength, and that he's the idiot who's sprouting nonsense about the Twelve Beasts of Jezebel.
@.::ZaiKai::.
- Leonel "Leon" Osorio
- Leon is, without a doubt, male.
- Leon is nineteen years old, currently.
- Leon is a Human.
Leon, despite this picture, normally does not wear a cape, preferring a simple gray tunic with black trousers. He is only 5'6", a fact he is neither proud nor resentful towards.- In order to understand Leon, we must start with his parents. His parents, Emily Resen and Damien Osorio, met in Umirea. Neither of them, sadly, could see the second or third layers, meaning they could not use magic. After they got married, they decided to have a child, who was born as Leon. Due to the genetics involved in magic, Leon is not able to use it either. He tries to pretend otherwise, but he hates this fact.
Leon grew up in the mostly empty Umirea, his time spent learning. Every day, he would check how many days it would be until the next Festival of Hollow Point. He liked playing with the other children the adults would bring to the festival, and it was the only time he really got to socialize. When he was seven, he made friends with a kid who came to each festival named John. John was his only real friend, and Leon enjoyed the Festivals for this purpose.
His parents weren't the best ones. They messed up from time to time, but he still loved them. Sometimes he questioned why they stayed up north in Umirea, the emptiest kingdom. They answered it would be difficult to move a young baby such a far distance. Leon asked them why they wouldn't move now. They responded they were already fitting in, and it would be tiresome to move. But Leon wonders: Fitting in with who?
One year, when Leon was sixteen, there was a Festival John didn't come to. He was a bit worried, and then he spotted John's mother. Surely he was only sick, or something similar. He went to ask her, and she said John had ventured into a dungeon and not come out. Leon was devastated, and he never went to another festival after that.
Leon spent the next year in Umirea, but after that, he couldn't take it anymore. He moved further south, to Raynworth. He has been living there for the past two years as a fruit merchant, also taking sword instruction. Recently, the call went out to unlock the secrets of the dungeons, and he decided to accept. - Not really anything to put here. Nope. Nuh-Uh. Nada. Nein. Niet. Wait ... Niet? Is it niet or nyet? Ghhhh...
@strawberry jammm
- Trajan "Peony" Poena (Poena means "penalty" in Latin, and the Peony is known as the "king of flowers" in China. Trajan is the name of a great Roman emperor.)
- Female
- 61
- Giant
As a Giant, it need not be stated that Peony is extremely tall. Specifically, she is at least 30 feet tall, and weighs enough to fit her size, and more. (But no specifics, because it's impolite to ask a lady's weight.) She appears to be a very large 15 year old girl, and is considered young in terms of the Giants. Her typical attire is composed of a blue romper suit covered by armor and leather protective gear. Peony's body is covered with scars and old burns from her days as a gladiator, and she always carries around her war-hammer.
- Peony was born in a Giant family that lived with a clan of Giants in some of the secluded mountains of Ileus, far away from the extreme prejudice against Giants that permeated throughout the world. There, the clan lived in a valley that had great trees that have been growing from almost the creation of the world. The harsh mountain environment that loomed above the valley protected the Giant clan from invaders that would seek to harm them, and all was peaceful.
The clan had lived there for at least two centuries in tranquility, yet the clan was rather small. It had a population of only 37 giants, some of which had escaped from the murders of their own families. Every newborn Giant was taught how to fight from the age of 15, taught a special magical equation that would supposedly summon the war-hammer to its true owner, and given a chance to touch the clan treasure for luck. The clan treasure was a majestic war hammer of legendary make. A war-hammer that was 50 feet long and capable of shattering mountains in the right hands. Peony's best friend, a Giant by the name of Augustus, was the only Giant capable of lifting the hammer, a feat that even the adult Giants could not achieve. Augustus claimed that he could feel a "connection" with the war-hammer, something that had never been heard before among the Giant clan.
Peony's parents taught her how to fight from the early age of 8 years, and she blossomed into a talented fighter. She practiced alongside Augustus, who was 16 years old when she was 8. Her fighting abilities flourished under his and her parents' tutelage, and she achieved renown among the Giant clan for her talent. Augustus would place the war-hammer into her hands while he held it, allowing her a chance to psuedo-wield the war-hammer as well. They were closer than twins, and were practically inseparable.
However, such peace could not last long. Every golden hall must fall in time, and the lush valley was no exception.
A group of masked beings wielding powerful magic descended into the valley when Peony was 27 years old. Their touch dried up the very land and trees, and caused fire to rain from the skies. Only cracked soil and barren wasteland were left in the former verdant landscape's stead. When they discovered the Giants, they instantly demanded the Giants' surrender. The clan refused, and a brief battle ensued, with Augustus and Peony fighting as well.
The Giants lost. It was completely one-sided even with Augustus using the mighty war-hammer, and the majority of the clan was massacred. Only five remained of thirty-seven, and the invaders clamped stiff, giant manacles around the survivors. Augustus was allowed to keep the war-hammer, and the two were told that they would become gladiator-slaves in the Laem Empire because of their fighting prowess, displayed clearly in the short battle. The other three were doomed to suffer in Newwen, and Peony did not know what became of them there.
Upon their arrival, Augustus and Peony were thrust into constant battle. Losing would mean punishment or death, and Augustus swept through the other gladiators. Peony was not so lucky. She suffered occasional losses, and was punished with whips and magic. She steadily accumulated many, many scars that would stay with her for her entire life. These years continued until she was 39 years old.
Over the years before she became 39, Peony and Augustus had continuously plotted to escape from the Coliseum. They finally put their plan into action when Peony was 39 years old, but misfortune struck them like lightning. During their escape, they stumbled upon a patrol of guards whose shift had been changed because of injuries sustained by the previous watch, and the alarm was rung. More and more guards were sent to halt their escape, and though they defeated many, there were too many for the two fighters to defeat. Peony and Augustus were subdued after a long struggle, and were interrogated heavily.
Augustus took the brunt of the blame, and despite the obviousness of the lie that he "forced Peony to come with him", the wardens decided to humor him and sentenced him to death, by fighting until he died. He fought five hundred gladiators and wild beasts, and defeated every one before dying from blood loss. His war-hammer was lost, and was taken by one of the wardens as a trophy despite the obvious fact that nobody that was small like humans, elves, etc. could wield it properly. Peony, who was heavily punished for being "forced by Augustus to escape with him", was haunted by his death, and began losing more and more matches. She was eventually told that if she lost another match, then she would be allowed to die.
She was perfectly content with dying to join Augustus in the afterlife, but while she stood for the deathblow in what would be her final match, the war-hammer only Augustus could wield appeared in her mind. As the finishing blow soared towards her, Peony realized that she was too selfish to die to join Augustus in the afterlife, and regained her fighting spirit. Peony chanted the magical equation that, though she had previously forgotten the details, remembered clearly in the moment, and used the war-hammer to defeat her opponent. After her victory, she collapsed due to overextending her paltry sum of magi. From then on, she strove to never lose a match, and she would win constantly even by the smallest hair breadth.
As the years passed, she earned enough money in fights to bribe her way into being "transported" to Ethym in Arad under the pretense of being a slave that would be sold to a lord in Arad. Near Ethym, Peony heard rumors of a man who encountered on the of Twelve Beasts of Jezebel. Her curiosity peaked, she now seeks to join the dungeon-divers and find a new purpose in her life now that she is not a slave. - "Oh golly, I've never had to worry about being so exposed in a city... Just how am I supposed to fit in all those tiny houses? Is it common for Giants to be in Ethym? Oooh, what if I crush someone on accident...?"
Her primary weapon is the war-hammer, but she is proficient in wielding other weapons, as long as it is of her size. Because most weapons aren't her size, Peony usually sticks to fisticuffs when she is disarmed. Her other attributes include hunting, destroying things on accident, increased durability, and a fear of insects. Her fear is not enough to hinder her when she needs to get serious.
@Hanzax
- Halstein Ramic
- Male, surely one couldn't be mistaken?
- 20
- Dwarves, what else?
Weight - 75kg (165lb)
Height - 4'11 (1.49m)
Hair - As any true dwarf, a beard, although not yet lengthy with age it's still mandatory.
Color - Halstein's hair is dark red, his eyes are brown and his skin is a dark olive, tanned from the desert sun.
Although the Ramic lineage isn't one of riches, wealth and status it would not be strange to come across those who'd recognise the name. Because of their ideals the Ramic family is spread across the continent unhindered by eachother or those around them. The dwarves of said family had one simple principle in life, all were aloud to strive for any life they sought for. The only constraint was the obligation that children brang with them. A Ramic was to give their children the best shot at life without prohibiting their own choices. This meant preparing them for a world that had enough possibilities to scare even the most hardened of gamblers away.
Halstein was born the son of a travelling merchant in the desert trade-hub, Ethym. Being the son of a trader wasn't the most pleasant things one could strive for as a child. From the get go he had been thrown into the world of adults where earning a profit and showing ones worth was on the top of everyone's priority-list. Being dragged alongside his father, Freidrich, quickly taught him that nothing could be achieved without some form of instigation.
His father, being a dwarf himself, would naturally visit the bars, not only to dampen his throat from the blazing desert winds, but to gain knowledge that would otherwise slip away. Said news was easily absorbed by the young ears that were ever so curious about the world that Halstein had been born into. He quickly learnt the common tongue of those around him and found interest some of the more exotic things of the world, magic and its principles.
He had seen how easily the wind could move around the copious amounts of sand in the desert and how it'd batter ones skin. On the long journeys across the trade routes he'd spend his time trying to figure out how to mimic said wind. Having questioned all those around him about their knowledge and there own theories of how the wind worked he slowly reached his goal.
At the age of ten, after three uneventful years of painstaking trial and error, he managed to conjure up a means to mimic the breeze. It was all down to air-pressure, if one could move the atoms out of one spot then more would fill its space from another. The next three years were spent mastering and making the magic more efficient. Since air on earth is primarily nitrogen he'd only have to focus on said atom, moving the rest would be end up being to wasteful compared to the gains.
Freidrich knew far too well that his son would undoubtedly seek some alternative lifestyle than that of a never resting merchant, constantly pondering whether or not they next trade would be equally as bountiful. Therefore he decided to begin training Halstein at the age of thirteen, partly for his own sake but also for his own, as there were rumours brewing of a slowly increasing number of bandit attacks. To break the news Freidrich welcomed Halstein into the rows of the adults at the age of thirteen with his first taste of alcohol. Call it a bribe if you will but what interested Halstein more was the possibility of mastering yet another art, not to say the acknowledgement didn't tickle his fancy.
His father bought two shields and two wooden swords to begin their training. He was also put on a strict schedule that was to be carried out every day to build the muscle and reflexes needed to survive. Everyday he'd spar with his father whom had a surprising talent with the sword and nearly as adept with his shield. As they trained Halstein began forming up ways to apply his primitive wind magic to the martial arts.
By the age of eightteen his training had reached it's peak, his father could no longer improve his sons skills, only maintain them. Having fulfilled his obligation, Freidrich decided it was time for Halstein to leave the roost. They returned to Ethym and frequented the bar together once more. Freidrich slid the mug of ale across the bars worn wooden top, along with it came a weighty leather bag. His father took a sip of his own and said:
"Alright me lad, from today onwards I ain't gonna drag you on an old mans journey no longer. This'll be the last you see of me, I trust you'll fair fine out there. Whenever you have kids, make sure to treat them fairly."
The news was surprising but was to be expected, Freidrich had raised him to be prepared for nigh anything in the adult world. He been taken care of for eightteen years without any incentive besides kinship and love. It was now he'd return his fathers favour at let him live his life unbound by obligation once again.
"Thanks, I guess." Halstein smiled and gulped down a mean bit of ale and continued. "I'll be sure to make ye' proud. I've got the perfect thing to put my skills to use on." The rumours of bandits preying on caravans around Ethym was something that people had taken to heart. Surely they would be at least one trader who would secure his belongings by paying for an escort.
Finishing off his beverage he pocketed the leather bag and said he possibly final farewells to his father. Stepping out of the bar he headed for the nearest armour and weapons trader that he trusted to give a good deal. With the gifted money he was able to purchase a getup that would both be practical and effective. A thick breastplate, shield and a full set of leather to be worn underneath would provide ample protection for his vitals. He also picked out an axe, sword and a wide dagger to keep his chances in battle high. He bought a small swag that would serve him well in a lapse of jobs.
Halstein adorned his nearly bought gear and went looking for jobs. He could live for another week if things went bad having been set back four fifths of his payment from his purchases. Things however did not end with him starving in the dry desert without a nickel to his name. He landed a job alongside two other bodyguards. They were to protect a rather wealthy looking trader on his travels through the desert.
Needless to say things did not go as planned. Their payroll seemed a bit off from the very beginning, though it would be expected if the good were equally important. The two bodyguards accompanying him gave good insight on their lives. They had plenty of time to chat while sitting in the back of the caravan as it strolled through the harsh desert. Without much of a warning the caravan came to a sudden halt after a good five hours journey out of Ethym. The two bodyguards grabbed their weaponry and sprang out from caravan expecting bandits to soon arrive.
A quick snap was heard as they emerged from the caravan. Standing in front of him was the third bodyguard who had been put on watch and three ragged fools with grins from ear to ear as their rags for clothes were blowing in the wind. Motionless on the floor beside him was the second bodyguard who he had just been speaking to for the past hour. He had an arrow clean through his forehead and had fallen face first into the hot sand. The culprit of his first mates murder was non-other than his employer. They had most likely figured a dwarf could not put up as much of a fight and had left him for last.
A quick gust of wind wipped across his face and two of the bandits lept forward to begin their slaughter. Halstein gripped his shield firmly in his right hand as the first bandit swung down on him. As sword collided he lowered air pressure the right side of his shield, parrying the blade violently off. Without any mercy Halstein twisted his hips and sent his axes into the left side of the bandits torso, sending him to the ground. Having lost his axe inside the other bandits ribcage, he unseathed his sword as he spun around to meet the other bandit approaching him. Shifting the air pressure around his shield he quickly spun to the left to meet the bandits thrust and pushing it upwards and creating an opening for his strike into the bandits neck. Having dispatched two of the five traitors he was given a small break to let the situation sink in.
Halstein charged forward, heading straight for the bastard that had caused this. As he charged through the bandits he kicked as much sand as possible and sent it whirling towards the bodyguard and his mate as a distraction. Without slowing down he slammed into the lieing fool that had hired him and felled him, letting shield slip upwards and onto his cranium before apply his full bodyweight. The last two bandits rubbed the sand out of their eyes and dashed back towards the caravan and took off. Their leader most likely stood for paying them aswell and the only way they could secure their pay now was by taking it.
Looting the corpses of the bandits and what little his fellow bodyguard had on him he began his long treck back to Ethym. Halstein would of been far past exhaustion by the time he made it back to Ethym if it were not for him being climated to the harsh weather that the desert would frequantly throw at it's residents. He weapons and armor now stained with evidence of his experaince he stumbled into the first bar he met and ordered a meal and beverage before telling his story to those of the inn.
The next two years were then spent on fulfilling his role as a bodyguard. He certainly earned his keep with his employers as the the bandit attacks increased as he aged. His name quickly spread through Ethym as it would be here his bodyguarding was centered. Although mans lust for power and wealth was great it was not something he wished to base his proffession around if need be. He had heard many tales of The White Tower as of young and as he grew older. If he succesfully dungeon dove into the tower he'd surely return with a good headstart in life and begin a career more relaxed.
This brings us to the present. Halstein is looking for a way to The White Tower be it with friends or on his own. Having prepared his belongings with plenty of rations and lager he'd seek out the tower.
- (If my interpretation of magic is wrong please say so
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