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Akita: went for walk etc.
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Selectivegolem
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Got it, thanks.
Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
First page here? Cause I am afraid that I am unable to find it on said first page. Perhaps I am simply blind. I find that the reason for my lack of progress sadly most often correlates to my terrible observation skills. Forgive me if it is.
Also does thou have room for one more? I have just gotten back on RPN from a significantly large period of absence and am eager to get back in the game.
If there is room still, may I ask a question? When you said 1800's style of living do you mean that primitive versions of firearms are available?
Or are we simply sticking to the sword, shield and power of high torque ballistic crossbows?
On another question, are there relics from 300 years ago to be found for the enterprising explorer or band of renegades and mercenaries to find? My apologies but I simply find it hard to believe that given the nature of todays world that all traces of society would be wiped out. Of course the world could have been simply, pardon the french, fucked up beyond all recognition.
Also does thou have room for one more? I have just gotten back on RPN from a significantly large period of absence and am eager to get back in the game.
If there is room still, may I ask a question? When you said 1800's style of living do you mean that primitive versions of firearms are available?
Or are we simply sticking to the sword, shield and power of high torque ballistic crossbows?
On another question, are there relics from 300 years ago to be found for the enterprising explorer or band of renegades and mercenaries to find? My apologies but I simply find it hard to believe that given the nature of todays world that all traces of society would be wiped out. Of course the world could have been simply, pardon the french, fucked up beyond all recognition.
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Okay, so Veno won't have my character's dragon set up until tomorrow. I'll go ahead and wait until then to post on the RP thread.
Selectivegolem
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@Jarkov Malachai Yes we still have room and ill ad the link here on this page I just need to get it. But yea the weapons are swords, bows/crossbows, shields, and catapults. Nothing with gun powder yet.
There are the occasional group of mercenaries, I'd almost go as far as saying the people of Kuna are mercenaries. Most of us are trying to find any surviving relics and technologies. Rebuilding what was destroyed in the war including buildings, plants, and animal population.
Okay, see you then.
There are the occasional group of mercenaries, I'd almost go as far as saying the people of Kuna are mercenaries. Most of us are trying to find any surviving relics and technologies. Rebuilding what was destroyed in the war including buildings, plants, and animal population.
Okay, see you then.
Selectivegolem
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Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
I see I see, then may I ask another question?
Whats the ratio of player characters? Dragons to humans? I'd like to even out whatever sides on the lesser edge and as the question up above might have revealed if Humanity needs a wee bit more representation Ill probably be a foreign mercenary group. Unless something else strikes me as more useful to the overall group.
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As of the whole community there's about .5 dragons per human. Kuna has 500 people, Meridian has 1,000 people, and Boise has 2,500 people. As of what people are rping there are two Humans in Boise and Kuna, and like three in Meridian. With at least one dragon for each city. I know there's a lot of hunters..
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Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
So we definitely need more of the wee humans to balance things out eh? Seems pretty standard then. No one ever wants to be mankind when there are dragons about of which will most likely eat thine souls. At least thats been my experience. Always ready to be proven wrong.
Selectivegolem
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Haha yea, there's actually more humans than I expected there to be. xD Hopefully we don't get overrun with dragons.
Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
Baaaah I have a plan to combat said scenario.
Oh, speaking of dragons. The Dragons, are they sentient or just dumb beasts of burden and in case of the three Big ones, beasts or widespread death, destruction and mayhem?
Oh, speaking of dragons. The Dragons, are they sentient or just dumb beasts of burden and in case of the three Big ones, beasts or widespread death, destruction and mayhem?
Selectivegolem
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The only "dumb" dragon are the Drakes they're like horses in intelligence and use so they don't talk at all while the others are sentient.
Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
Niiiiiice, thank the lord. Had to ask because the whole dragon tamers thing had me confused.
Taming means domestication and whilst I suppose dragons are not inherently domesticated and are creatures or wrath and fire is also conveys that they were little more than animals themselves. Something to think about. I will get a CS up by tomorrow. Late as of right now So i shall go to bed. Good Night everyone.
Taming means domestication and whilst I suppose dragons are not inherently domesticated and are creatures or wrath and fire is also conveys that they were little more than animals themselves. Something to think about. I will get a CS up by tomorrow. Late as of right now So i shall go to bed. Good Night everyone.
Selectivegolem
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Lol think of the bond between dragon and human to be like Eragon without a physical mark.
Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
Oh really? Sweet! That makes what I plan on doing even more glorious... and by glorious I mean on the opposite of good spectrum.
Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
Waaait.... where in the dark gods of fire are we supposed to post our CS's? Here? Man the setup of RPN has changed so much I've no clue whats going on.
StriderBro
Previously StriderClaus
She said earlier just to post it in the actual RP, but here should work too
Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
Right, didnt catch it. Many thanks.
StriderBro
Previously StriderClaus
-finger guns- no problemo. Can't wait to rp
Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
huzzah I have done it!
Prepare for text wall! Because I hate finding pictures!
Name: Mikhail Arcturus.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Personality: Mikhail Arcturus is a seemingly carefree, happy, oblivious and erratic man of whose smiling face and apparent cluelessness hide a much darker side to the mans soul of which he has struggled to bury down in the darkest parts of his psyche for almost 10 years.
The man on the outside is almost always clueless to what is going on unless it involves combat and has almost no social skills whatsoever. He is a very inquisitive soul and has a pension for tinkering, fascinated by the old world and the secrets it left behind in the great Calamity Event.
Job: Mikhail Arcturus is one of the Commanding Officers of a small group of veteran Mercenaries of whom call themselves the Iron Wolves who specialize in killing… large game. There is around 40 to 50 men in said company.
Tribe: Mikhail Arcturus is a foreigner who landed with his company on the eastern shore from across the ocean and with his men, forged a path across the land once known as America to the Mountains where their company now embarks upon various jobs for the 3 tribes there.
Dragon Tamer: No, Mikhail is in the business of skinning the beasts.
Relationship: Pretty sure Mikhail has none and if asked about it the whole idea is completely and utterly foreign to him.
Family: A tale for Mikhail himself to tell.
Appearance: Mikhail Arcturus is an intimidating man to behold. Standing a little under seven feet tall combined with a heavily muscled physique, tends to dissuade the occasional traveler from pursuing a conversation. Mikhail wears large custom made leather lamilar boots with a steel shin guard which covers everything up to his knees. The ex-soldier lovingly calls them his ‘shit kickers deluxe’. His pants are a multi layered thick fabric which has been heavily proofed (reinforced, thickened, hardened, etc). For upper garments he wears a simple roughspun cloth tunic under a large, thick, dark blue fur lined sleeveless overcoat made of the same material his pants are, which lays over a broad, deep chest. The coat is bound with heavy stitching and covered in a sort of fireproof outer layer. It is held shut with many metal latches, straps and buckles that go over the chest region which contain small plates of lead interwoven within the many layered overcoat. A multitude of bandoliers, pockets, and pouches line the upper portion of the overcoat and some even down on the tongues of the garment, filled with everything from the days money pouch to highly volatile bottles of Greek Fyre. Mikhails arms can be easily described as small tree trunks, speaking of long hard days without rest or pause in working either a forge, or a warhammer. His hands and palms are rough and calloused, hands which have had more experience with a blade than a scythe or some farmers tool, the hands of a soldier. His head has a mop of long lustrous black hair which sticks up everywhere rather haphazardly as if he was just struck by lightning save for a single warrior braid which drapes down over one of his eyes. Mikhails face is rough and weathered beyond what a man of his years should be, like a weathered tree trunk by the sea. His strong chin and sharp cheekbones couple with that weathered look give him a rugged roguish look that is not uncomely. His nose which was once angled and sleek now lays crooked and bent, evidence of it having been broken and set more than once. But the most pronounced feature of Mikhails face is his grin, a wild, crazed, shit-eating grin which is infectious as it is unsettling. Combined with those bright silver eyes of his, those eyes that once you look past the brilliant light have a haunted, hunted look about them, you just know something is about to go down.
Name: Kyridian Arcturus
Moniker: The Steel Wall of the North
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: Kyridian Arcturus is a very… cold… individual. To put it mildly. The ex-soldier is filled with a sort of icy rage which seemingly pours from the man in droves. His general disdain for every other living creature that crosses his path is palpable and clearly visible in Kyridians eyes. Unless proven otherwise in a trial by fire or steel you are weak and unworthy of even a passing glance in the Breakers mind.
He is not a man to suffer fools lightly and the Steel Wall of the North makes it so clear in triplicate. Cold he may be but he takes his command, second in charge to the Iron Wolves, very seriously and is highly capable in leading men in the day to day routines and keeping order which is so very an important task to a group of privatized mercenaries such as the Iron Wolves. He leaves the battle tactics and strategy up to Mikhail.
Small in stature the man may be, but hidden depths to his island there are. The only living being that can bring the Steel Wall out of his so called shell is his Bond-Brother Mikhail. The two’s arguments over the smallest of things are quite legendary, almost as much as the two brothers stubbornness.
Job: Kyridian Arcturus is second in command of the Iron Wolves. His position is to maintain order and the day to day proceedings of the Mercenary Company and does so admirably. When combat begins, he can almost always be found on the front lines in the vanguard where he earned his title The Steel Wall of the North.
Tribe: Kyridian is a foreigner same as Mikhail and most of the Iron Wolves.
Dragon Tamer?: No… Kyridian hates dragons and takes an especially sadistic glee in knocking them out of the sky and watching them plummet to their deaths.
Relationship: The Steel Wall does not have a high opinion of love… or emotion in general.
Family: Closest thing he has to it is his Bond-Brother Mikhail. What happened to the two is their story to tell.
Appearance: Kyridian is much shorter than his Bond-Brother, at 5’8 and a very slight build he wouldn’t look to be much of a threat except for the simple fact that he wears more armor than should be godly possible or even reasonable by any stretch of the imagination. The armor in question at one point in time might have been shiny and new silver steel, clean and smooth from the foundries in which it was forged but the years of use and warfare have left their mark upon this metal skin. It is blackened and pock marked from scratches, acid burns, and fire scorch marks. In his right hand, gripped in a black gauntlet is a massive tower shield, as beaten and worn as his armor. It lays easily almost a head taller than the man and is thick enough to turn aside the hardest of blows. Two violet eyes burning with an unholy light peer from the angled slits in the helmet. His face, the few times he has been seen without the helmet is angled and very refined. More predatory than something human with slicked back silver hair and darker skin and unlike Mikhail whose skin is a pockmark of scars and wounds, there is not a single scratch upon Kyridians face. Not one.
Name: Koen Raad
Age: 18 or 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Personality: Koen Raad is another conundrum amongst the Iron Legion, the tall, muscled lad has never said a single word in any ones presence ever. He is a very silent individual with a big heart for the things he is passionate about if you could figure out what those things actually were. (Hint: He likes Painting) He handles himself with a calm, collected and patient approach towards everything but isn’t above pushing ahead if the situation calls for it. Bend like the willow when the wind roars, but stand strong under pressure like the finest of steels.
Job: Koen Raads position is technically a foot soldier amongst the Iron Legion (another name for the Iron Wolves) but he does a multitude of jobs from fixing equipment. Running errands, tending the horses and come combat time. Serves in the vanguard of the fight.
Tribe: Koen Raad was picked up by the Iron Wolves here some 14 years ago but as to what tribe he is from is very hard to tell. It might be Kuna from his unspeaking personality or other. Apparently the two Breakers, Mikhail and Kyridian found the boy as a child in a dragons nest alongside its hatchlings. After murdering the dam they simply took the boy with them.
Dragon Tamer: Remains to be seen. Honestly, if someone wants to be an egg this kid finds or a dragon they fight, kidnaps the young Blacksmith or something along those lines for some plot building. I am all for it.
Eggs: not at the moment no.
Relationships: He likes his hammer a weeeeee bit too much but other than that no.
Family: other than the dead dragon damn who raised him for 4 years? Nope, his family is the Iron wolves of the Legion.
Appearance: Koen Raad is a 6ft 3in tall human appearing male with a Medium build and a serious muscle Structure which comes as his training as a blacksmith. Long hours pounding away at hot unyielding metal has given this lad a very good form. From top to bottom, Koen Raad has brown shaggy hair with a rather annoying cow lick at the back right hand side of his head that thankfully is not often seen due to the black close cropped beanie with strange symbol on the front that he always wears. His hair pushed down and out by the beanie creates a sort of curtain so that his deep ocean blue eyes, the color of the coldest waters in the arctic, are rarely seen from the layer of hair in front of them. His face is well defined and has a rugged sort of look about it with a strong chin and a small scar on the left hand side where he cut himself when he was young with an axe but an all-around good looking young lad.
Broad shoulders and chest are covered by a ash gray sleeveless trench coat which instead of buttons has metallic latches and straps with a high collar that hides Koen Raads neck and some of his lower chin and jaw to the extent that the only visible flesh of Koens head is the eyes and the bridge of his nose when coupled with the beanie. A Steel pauldron in the shape of a wolfs head adorns his right shoulder and a black long sleeved silk shirt lays under the coat and upon which a single silver medallion bounces upon Koen Raads chest, a stark contrast to the material around it.
Prepare for text wall! Because I hate finding pictures!
Name: Mikhail Arcturus.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Personality: Mikhail Arcturus is a seemingly carefree, happy, oblivious and erratic man of whose smiling face and apparent cluelessness hide a much darker side to the mans soul of which he has struggled to bury down in the darkest parts of his psyche for almost 10 years.
The man on the outside is almost always clueless to what is going on unless it involves combat and has almost no social skills whatsoever. He is a very inquisitive soul and has a pension for tinkering, fascinated by the old world and the secrets it left behind in the great Calamity Event.
Job: Mikhail Arcturus is one of the Commanding Officers of a small group of veteran Mercenaries of whom call themselves the Iron Wolves who specialize in killing… large game. There is around 40 to 50 men in said company.
Tribe: Mikhail Arcturus is a foreigner who landed with his company on the eastern shore from across the ocean and with his men, forged a path across the land once known as America to the Mountains where their company now embarks upon various jobs for the 3 tribes there.
Dragon Tamer: No, Mikhail is in the business of skinning the beasts.
Relationship: Pretty sure Mikhail has none and if asked about it the whole idea is completely and utterly foreign to him.
Family: A tale for Mikhail himself to tell.
Appearance: Mikhail Arcturus is an intimidating man to behold. Standing a little under seven feet tall combined with a heavily muscled physique, tends to dissuade the occasional traveler from pursuing a conversation. Mikhail wears large custom made leather lamilar boots with a steel shin guard which covers everything up to his knees. The ex-soldier lovingly calls them his ‘shit kickers deluxe’. His pants are a multi layered thick fabric which has been heavily proofed (reinforced, thickened, hardened, etc). For upper garments he wears a simple roughspun cloth tunic under a large, thick, dark blue fur lined sleeveless overcoat made of the same material his pants are, which lays over a broad, deep chest. The coat is bound with heavy stitching and covered in a sort of fireproof outer layer. It is held shut with many metal latches, straps and buckles that go over the chest region which contain small plates of lead interwoven within the many layered overcoat. A multitude of bandoliers, pockets, and pouches line the upper portion of the overcoat and some even down on the tongues of the garment, filled with everything from the days money pouch to highly volatile bottles of Greek Fyre. Mikhails arms can be easily described as small tree trunks, speaking of long hard days without rest or pause in working either a forge, or a warhammer. His hands and palms are rough and calloused, hands which have had more experience with a blade than a scythe or some farmers tool, the hands of a soldier. His head has a mop of long lustrous black hair which sticks up everywhere rather haphazardly as if he was just struck by lightning save for a single warrior braid which drapes down over one of his eyes. Mikhails face is rough and weathered beyond what a man of his years should be, like a weathered tree trunk by the sea. His strong chin and sharp cheekbones couple with that weathered look give him a rugged roguish look that is not uncomely. His nose which was once angled and sleek now lays crooked and bent, evidence of it having been broken and set more than once. But the most pronounced feature of Mikhails face is his grin, a wild, crazed, shit-eating grin which is infectious as it is unsettling. Combined with those bright silver eyes of his, those eyes that once you look past the brilliant light have a haunted, hunted look about them, you just know something is about to go down.
Name: Kyridian Arcturus
Moniker: The Steel Wall of the North
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Personality: Kyridian Arcturus is a very… cold… individual. To put it mildly. The ex-soldier is filled with a sort of icy rage which seemingly pours from the man in droves. His general disdain for every other living creature that crosses his path is palpable and clearly visible in Kyridians eyes. Unless proven otherwise in a trial by fire or steel you are weak and unworthy of even a passing glance in the Breakers mind.
He is not a man to suffer fools lightly and the Steel Wall of the North makes it so clear in triplicate. Cold he may be but he takes his command, second in charge to the Iron Wolves, very seriously and is highly capable in leading men in the day to day routines and keeping order which is so very an important task to a group of privatized mercenaries such as the Iron Wolves. He leaves the battle tactics and strategy up to Mikhail.
Small in stature the man may be, but hidden depths to his island there are. The only living being that can bring the Steel Wall out of his so called shell is his Bond-Brother Mikhail. The two’s arguments over the smallest of things are quite legendary, almost as much as the two brothers stubbornness.
Job: Kyridian Arcturus is second in command of the Iron Wolves. His position is to maintain order and the day to day proceedings of the Mercenary Company and does so admirably. When combat begins, he can almost always be found on the front lines in the vanguard where he earned his title The Steel Wall of the North.
Tribe: Kyridian is a foreigner same as Mikhail and most of the Iron Wolves.
Dragon Tamer?: No… Kyridian hates dragons and takes an especially sadistic glee in knocking them out of the sky and watching them plummet to their deaths.
Relationship: The Steel Wall does not have a high opinion of love… or emotion in general.
Family: Closest thing he has to it is his Bond-Brother Mikhail. What happened to the two is their story to tell.
Appearance: Kyridian is much shorter than his Bond-Brother, at 5’8 and a very slight build he wouldn’t look to be much of a threat except for the simple fact that he wears more armor than should be godly possible or even reasonable by any stretch of the imagination. The armor in question at one point in time might have been shiny and new silver steel, clean and smooth from the foundries in which it was forged but the years of use and warfare have left their mark upon this metal skin. It is blackened and pock marked from scratches, acid burns, and fire scorch marks. In his right hand, gripped in a black gauntlet is a massive tower shield, as beaten and worn as his armor. It lays easily almost a head taller than the man and is thick enough to turn aside the hardest of blows. Two violet eyes burning with an unholy light peer from the angled slits in the helmet. His face, the few times he has been seen without the helmet is angled and very refined. More predatory than something human with slicked back silver hair and darker skin and unlike Mikhail whose skin is a pockmark of scars and wounds, there is not a single scratch upon Kyridians face. Not one.
Name: Koen Raad
Age: 18 or 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Personality: Koen Raad is another conundrum amongst the Iron Legion, the tall, muscled lad has never said a single word in any ones presence ever. He is a very silent individual with a big heart for the things he is passionate about if you could figure out what those things actually were. (Hint: He likes Painting) He handles himself with a calm, collected and patient approach towards everything but isn’t above pushing ahead if the situation calls for it. Bend like the willow when the wind roars, but stand strong under pressure like the finest of steels.
Job: Koen Raads position is technically a foot soldier amongst the Iron Legion (another name for the Iron Wolves) but he does a multitude of jobs from fixing equipment. Running errands, tending the horses and come combat time. Serves in the vanguard of the fight.
Tribe: Koen Raad was picked up by the Iron Wolves here some 14 years ago but as to what tribe he is from is very hard to tell. It might be Kuna from his unspeaking personality or other. Apparently the two Breakers, Mikhail and Kyridian found the boy as a child in a dragons nest alongside its hatchlings. After murdering the dam they simply took the boy with them.
Dragon Tamer: Remains to be seen. Honestly, if someone wants to be an egg this kid finds or a dragon they fight, kidnaps the young Blacksmith or something along those lines for some plot building. I am all for it.
Eggs: not at the moment no.
Relationships: He likes his hammer a weeeeee bit too much but other than that no.
Family: other than the dead dragon damn who raised him for 4 years? Nope, his family is the Iron wolves of the Legion.
Appearance: Koen Raad is a 6ft 3in tall human appearing male with a Medium build and a serious muscle Structure which comes as his training as a blacksmith. Long hours pounding away at hot unyielding metal has given this lad a very good form. From top to bottom, Koen Raad has brown shaggy hair with a rather annoying cow lick at the back right hand side of his head that thankfully is not often seen due to the black close cropped beanie with strange symbol on the front that he always wears. His hair pushed down and out by the beanie creates a sort of curtain so that his deep ocean blue eyes, the color of the coldest waters in the arctic, are rarely seen from the layer of hair in front of them. His face is well defined and has a rugged sort of look about it with a strong chin and a small scar on the left hand side where he cut himself when he was young with an axe but an all-around good looking young lad.
Broad shoulders and chest are covered by a ash gray sleeveless trench coat which instead of buttons has metallic latches and straps with a high collar that hides Koen Raads neck and some of his lower chin and jaw to the extent that the only visible flesh of Koens head is the eyes and the bridge of his nose when coupled with the beanie. A Steel pauldron in the shape of a wolfs head adorns his right shoulder and a black long sleeved silk shirt lays under the coat and upon which a single silver medallion bounces upon Koen Raads chest, a stark contrast to the material around it.
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Selectivegolem
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@Jarkov Malachai
Haha very nice. I'm not sure why but the appearance part is all black but for a snipit in the middle.. oh lolz they're just black. xD I have night mode on
Haha very nice. I'm not sure why but the appearance part is all black but for a snipit in the middle.. oh lolz they're just black. xD I have night mode on
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Jarkov Malachai
A simple Traveler, consumed by Wanderlust.
Oh, whew cause I was sitting here staring at my computer trying to figure out just what was going on. Thank the Maker.
So then, am I good to go?
So then, am I good to go?
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Selectivegolem
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Haha twas just my lack of intelligence.
Lol you can post on the actual forum whenever. I will try to post this evening but I have little munchkins to watch and so I may have to wait.. 
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