Fantasy Lichbane: Character Sheets

[DemetrioMachete]

I fixed up the writing like you asked

Oh. Yes that is much better. Accepted. Now I shall truly get to work on the beginning.

 

[Midnightchan123]

Oh. Yes that is much better. Accepted. Now I shall truly get to work on the beginning.

Dont forget to check Xena's post

 

[DemetrioMachete]

I

Dont forget to check Xena's post

Already did. She was accepted. We went over it in PM.

 

[AbsurdNerd]

I've got what I call the pronoun problem, it seems I can't go one sentence without using a pronoun or proper noun. How do you people type normally without the use of names or "she" in every sentence? I tried using a semicolon to substitute using another sentence but... my grammar (and writing) sucks.

 

[DemetrioMachete]

I've got what I call the pronoun problem, it seems I can't go one sentence without using a pronoun or proper noun. How do you people type normally without the use of names or "she" in every sentence? I tried using a semicolon to substitute using another sentence but... my grammar (and writing) sucks.

You will get better with practice.

 

[Decay]

I've got what I call the pronoun problem, it seems I can't go one sentence without using a pronoun or proper noun. How do you people type normally without the use of names or "she" in every sentence? I tried using a semicolon to substitute using another sentence but... my grammar (and writing) sucks.

Use her name more. also since you are talking from the point of view of one person, try to focus less on her specific actions and more on her reactions and observing the setting. Try starting sentences with words other than pronouns and avoid the common use of the old formula "pronoun-action-result". Instead show your readers what’s happening rather than telling them.

AbsurdNerd

 

[AbsurdNerd]

I love how everyone is addressing my hokey "sexy kobold" shit. I'm still laughing from DemetrioMachete 's post

 

[Xena]

AHAHAHAHHA SAME

sorry about my reply being so short btw, my head is spinning like crazy

 

[AbsurdNerd]

My replies are always short. Like it or not. 2-3 paragraphs max.

 

[Mortal Recoil]

Hopefully it's not too late for this.

Character Sheet: Serys Clairdall

• Basic Information
• Description
• History

• 
  
  
  
  Name: Serys Clairdall
  
  Age: 23
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: Human
  
  Class: Sorcerer
  
• 
  Physique: Thin as a wisp and as pale as a ghost, Serys is far from physically imposing. Her black hair stands out in sharp contrast to her complexion, and her steel-blue eyes are so piercing you can almost feel her sullen gaze prickle at your skin. Her skin (with the exception of her roughened hands) is unmarred by the toils of life, suggesting her privileged background.
  
  Skills and Abilities:
  
  • Hexes: Due to her constantly fluctuating mental and emotional state, Serys can cast hexes with varying degrees of potency. Most are generally quite weak, but occasionally she can conjure spells of immense power, intentionally or not.
  • Stealth: After relocating to Dumstaden, Serys developed an affinity for exploring the city's deepest, and often most dangerous recesses. Her slight frame allows her the ability to move unseen and unheard amongst the shadows, granting her safe passage away from ruffians and other undesirables.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Mental instability: Traumatic events have unfortunately led to the decline of Serys' own sanity. Her actions are unpredictable and her ability to reason is lacking, leaving her vulnerable to her own unfiltered whims.
  
  Equipment:
  
  • An oak staff
  • A leather pouch, containing an assortment of random objects that were likely picked off the ground
  • A water skein
• 
  Those who have seen Serys Clairdall - perhaps skulking about in the shadows, or mumbling incessantly to herself - would have some difficulty believing that only a few years back she once was the picture of normalcy. In fact, she was a member of one of the most powerful families of magic wielders known to Vanlig, and a promising sorceress in her own right.
  
  She was born the youngest of three girls to parents who made sure to remind them everyday whose blood ran through their veins. Fortunately, Serys had a natural aptitude for magic, making her the favourite - but her sisters were not so lucky. They were raised differently. They were not invited to events or galas, made to stay in their rooms while guests visited, were not paraded around like Serys was. They grew bitter, jealous.
  
  Meanwhile, her parents noticed that their youngest child had the potential for hex magic, arguably one of the rarest and most dangerous schools of magic there is. They had to keep their experimentation on the down-low, as others of their ilk would deem their actions unethical, but they gently influenced Serys' focus on connecting her mind and soul to the pull of her heart's own sensitivities.
  
  Unknown to them, Serys' elder siblings had taken to bullying the girl, both physically and mentally. Her declining emotional state, combined with her delve into hex magic, eventually caused ruin of cataclysmic proportions, leading to the casualties of both sisters.
  
  The guilt and anguish broke Serys' mind, and despite her parents' efforts to help, it was clear she would never be quite the same again. Instead, they had the girl sent to Dumstaden and swept everything under the rug, hoping to mitigate the damage their reputation would suffer.
  

 

[AbsurdNerd]

Absolutely Impeccable demetrio. I suspect we were both writing our posts at the same time.

 

[that1aj]

Hi

So, I basically died from school

I was just wondering if the IC was posted yet, and if it is, can someone mention me in a post with the link

DemetrioMachete

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Lichbane: an Underdog's Epic

that1aj

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Hopefully it's not too late for this.

Character Sheet: Serys Clairdall

• Basic Information
• Description
• History

• 
  
  
  
  Name: Serys Clairdall
  
  Age: 23
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: Human
  
  Class: Sorcerer
  
• 
  Physique: Thin as a wisp and as pale as a ghost, Serys is far from physically imposing. Her black hair stands out in sharp contrast to her complexion, and her steel-blue eyes are so piercing you can almost feel her sullen gaze prickle at your skin. Her skin (with the exception of her roughened hands) is unmarred by the toils of life, suggesting her privileged background.
  
  Skills and Abilities:
  
  • Hexes: Due to her constantly fluctuating mental and emotional state, Serys can cast hexes with varying degrees of potency. Most are generally quite weak, but occasionally she can conjure spells of immense power, intentionally or not.
  • Stealth: After relocating to Dumstaden, Serys developed an affinity for exploring the city's deepest, and often most dangerous recesses. Her slight frame allows her the ability to move unseen and unheard amongst the shadows, granting her safe passage away from ruffians and other undesirables.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Mental instability: Traumatic events have unfortunately led to the decline of Serys' own sanity. Her actions are unpredictable and her ability to reason is lacking, leaving her vulnerable to her own unfiltered whims.
  
  Equipment:
  
  • An oak staff
  • A leather pouch, containing an assortment of random objects that were likely picked off the ground
  • A water skein
• 
  Those who have seen Serys Clairdall - perhaps skulking about in the shadows, or mumbling incessantly to herself - would have some difficulty believing that only a few years back she once was the picture of normalcy. In fact, she was a member of one of the most powerful families of magic wielders known to Vanlig, and a promising sorceress in her own right.
  
  She was born the youngest of three girls to parents who made sure to remind them everyday whose blood ran through their veins. Fortunately, Serys had a natural aptitude for magic, making her the favourite - but her sisters were not so lucky. They were raised differently. They were not invited to events or galas, made to stay in their rooms while guests visited, were not paraded around like Serys was. They grew bitter, jealous.
  
  Meanwhile, her parents noticed that their youngest child had the potential for hex magic, arguably one of the rarest and most dangerous schools of magic there is. They had to keep their experimentation on the down-low, as others of their ilk would deem their actions unethical, but they gently influenced Serys' focus on connecting her mind and soul to the pull of her heart's own sensitivities.
  
  Unknown to them, Serys' elder siblings had taken to bullying the girl, both physically and mentally. Her declining emotional state, combined with her delve into hex magic, eventually caused ruin of cataclysmic proportions, leading to the casualties of both sisters.
  
  The guilt and anguish broke Serys' mind, and despite her parents' efforts to help, it was clear she would never be quite the same again. Instead, they had the girl sent to Dumstaden and swept everything under the rug, hoping to mitigate the damage their reputation would suffer.
  

This looks okay so far. All we need now is your writing prompt.

 

[Inheritance]

Name: Arentir Valtara

Race: Human

Age: 25

Physique: Very well built when not in robes. He is 6'3, and has a very powerful glare when his mask is off.

Class: Zealot, Inquisitor, Cleric
He has gifts of healing to a certain degree, though what he is really gifted in is using his God's might to destroy all who opposes him. His staff allows him to channel more energy into every one of his strikes, as he primarily uses magic to fight. However, if it comes to close combat, the staff can polymorph into a large warhammer that he uses to dominate in physical combat.

Equipment:

• Staff of Asha-channels holy zealous energy, resists magic, turns into warhammer
• Gold and Silver Holy Symbols of Asha
• Holy robes of his order, as well as belt pouches that store alchemy ingredients and small bits of food.
• Amulet of Ducain-Magic resistance, slow regeneration for minor wounds.

Bio: Arentir was not always a zealous servant of Ashan. Sure he had always been one of the church, growing up under a clergyman, but he was never one to turn away from his old faith. His childhood was easy, he got whatever he wanted when he asked, and could do whatever he wanted so long as it didn't deface the church. That is of course, if he learned his role within the church. His father desperately wanted him to follow in his footsteps, even though he was never supposed to have children in the first place. Looked upon as an accident and an unwanted abomination by everyone in the church, Arentir grew up a very lonely and quiet boy.

His school life was no better, as his fellow students also loathed him and tormented him for who he was. Being placed in a very high end religious school, Arentir's education was quite extraordinary, but it was once again very lonely and painful for him. Arentir was welcomed nowhere, as even his teachers hated him, and he was offered no sanctuary for the young man, and with all corners of his life being hot, he was forced to hide within himself, and the seeds of insanity were planted.

While his mind was tormented on all sides, he dove deep within himself to find out who he really was. He tried to run to the comfort of the Gods, yet the ones he constantly learned about didn't seem to care, and he could never hear there voice. On one night, after being bullied and painfully beaten by a gang of students, he turned away from the Gods, believing they had abandoned them, and spent the night cursing them. Of course, they didn't take to highly of this, and his agony was tripled when the only person who kept him sane, his father, was killed in a tragic "accident". Though young Arentir suspected murder, there was nothing he could do, and the seeds of insanity bloomed. He was thrown into an orphanage, yet still continued to go to the school as a tribute to his father's memory. Every night, Arentir would curse the Gods again for his sorrow, and fall asleep crying in agony as the Gods lashed out at him. One such night, he was awakened by a voice, which led him from his bed, to the church, where the hypnotic voice uncovered a staff. Upon gripping it, thousands of voices, spilling knowledge into his head, devoured his mind. They surrounded him, they barbed his young soul...and they supported him. Any sane man would understand the curse Arentir was falling under, but with his broken mind, all he could think was whatever being was doing this, supported him, and believed in him. His white robes turned a crimson red, and a new mask surrounded his face. Power unlike Arentir had ever known now surged through him, and he was given his quest.

His old quiet, reserved self was gone. Now, he shouted out his new God's name, and tried to convert all he saw by charming them with mind altering magic from his new Goddess, Asha. Of course, nobody else took very kindly to this, and he was swiftly thrown into the town, being deemed unfit to live with others. Though Arentir's insanity does not make him horribly socially awkward (he actually has lots of raw charisma), it causes him to believe things he shouldn't, as well as go to any lengths to fulfill what he believes his goddess wants of him.

Leitmotif:





Writing Prompt:
None would expect Valtara to have any success where he was, especially being so deep into his insanity, however that simply isn't the case. He has adjusted quite well to his new home, and his craftiness and well educated mind enabled him to get on people's good side rather quickly, and he was able to live a rather comfortable life here. However, he still has plans about leaving to try and further his goddesses' glory. How he plans to do this is still unknown, but he continues on this path anyway, insane as it may be.

He hasn't made any close friends, though he often spouts about his Goddess, and is often trying to convert people. Being well educated, he has the skills and knowledge to convince people to listen, and even better at getting them to see his point of view. If people don't like him doing this, he hasn't noticed, and if they have told him to stop, he considers them non believers, and will eventually be punished when Asha releases her power to destroy the non believers. Once again, his insanity causes him to try and read omens everywhere, and even if they are things he really shouldn't follow, he still looks for the signs he believes his God is trying to give him.

The Eternal Moon Curse was one of such signs that he almost thought to be of Asha. While that thought hasn't completely left his head, he is extremely curious of what the curse has come to do, and what it means. He constantly tries to connect it with Asha, desperately wanting for the time of the purge to come, but his eyes are still open to a more obvious sign. Until then, he wishes to figure out exactly what it means, and who is causing it, as if it isn't Asha, they must be purged.

He had always found undead fascinating, and while Asha never forbade the use of necromancy, Arentir never pursued the dark craft, prefering more obvious magic that would show his devotion to his master. He has also used the omen to convince others that Asha is the only way to get through such a horrible curse, but that has had little sucess with such an outlandish attempt. Still, he is undaunted and continues to use the Omen as a sign of Asha, or a sign that Asha is calling upon him to do something.

The King's warning to not go after the four knights hardly reached his ears. He didn't fear the warning, and often considered following them himself. If anyone had an idea what the Omen was about, it was the King. Still, he was no fool, and knew the dangers of the deeper parts of the city, and wouldn't go in without a small group...though, publicly, he wouldn't admit any hesitation. Of course if he saw a sign he believed to be from Asha he'd be going anyway, despite the warnings and obvious dangers.

DemetrioMachete

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Inheritance I like. You're good to go.

 

[Inheritance]

Inheritance I like. You're good to go.

Do you care where I start? There a good place for me to begin or does it really matter?

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Do you care where I start? There a good place for me to begin or does it really matter?

Honestly I don't care where you start. But if you want my advice, maybe start off near the entrance to the deeper parts of the ruins, since you spoke about following the four knights, but hesitated without a group.

 

[Malice Queen]

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  The armor she once wore with pride.​
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  A close look at the hideous disease that is eating away at her flesh and bone.​
• 

  
  From a time when the disease was less disfiguring.​

Basics

Name
Meryth Alesani

Race
Human

Age
35

Height
5'7"

Weight
138 lbs

Hair Color
Blonde

Eye Color
Blue Grey​

Equipment

• Longsword

• Tattered hooded cloak

• Rucksack containing:

• Bandages
• Waterskin (Half Full)
• Stale loaf of bread
• Small pouch with 7 gold​

• King's army badge (pinned to cloak)

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• Physique

  
  The woman stands at five feet and seven inches and weighing around one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds. Her most notable feature is the infection that has engulfed the entirety of her right arm. The Rot, as most call it, has spiraled its way up her neck and has spread across the left half of her face. Her figure is slim yet despite the disgusting disease that had disfigured her, she has the appearance of a soldier. The former-soldier keeps her right arm wrapped up with several layers of bandages.
• Class

  
  Meryth was a soldier, a woman of sword and shield who dedicated her life to the king's army. She has prowess with a blade and has great endurance due to the long marches and rigorous training. Unfortunately, her dominant hand is infected with The Rot leaving her nearly useless with a blade in her right hand. Since then she has attempted to train her left to be her dominant, but the results have been...significantly less than desired.
  
  Magic is not in her set of skills.
• Backstory

  
  Meryth was once a soldier for the king's army, with 15 years of tireless service. Though she rose through the ranks quickly, she never dreamed of being on the sidelines of a fight; the army was her home, her family. The famous knights were her role models ever since she was a girl and the King was the closest she would ever have to a father – no matter how unlikely it was to meet him.
  
  Following orders without question, the young soldier would be met with a challenge that would forever change her life. An order to annihilate a village would cause Meryth to question her orders, which she ultimately disobeyed. This cost her the lives of her men as well as her position and ultimately her life as the disease known as "The Rot" was contracted here. A topic not often discussed unless pressed.
  
  Though Meryth was able to quite literally keep the disease under wraps, her superiors took notice and discharged her from the army and sent to Dumstaden shortly after.
• The Disease

  The Rot is a painful disease, the flesh slowly necrotizing over time to cause maximum suffering to those who have it. There is no known cure for the disease and the modes of transmission are unknown, though it does not appear that the disease in infectious – not that does not stop people from shunning or chasing those suffering from the disease.
• Writing Prompt

  A mass squirms underneath a layer of cloth on the stone floor, groans of discomfort and pain coming from the covered figure. The cloak falls as the woman struggles to sit up, skin glistening with sweat as she pants heavily. Her bandaged right arm was oozing with a dark pus-like fluid, the greyish ooze dripping from her fingertips. A burning sensation pulsates through her arm, causing her to clench her jaw while a muffled cry forces its way out of her lungs. Every muscle in her body was tensed up, trembling as the pain seemed to last for an eternity. The pain would subside and the fit ceased, Meryth would hastily dig through her rucksack and produce her water skin. She drank from the sack until the last drop splashed onto her tongue. With an exhausted sigh, she would wipe the corner of her mouth before rising shakily to her feet.
  
  The ruins were eerie at night, even with lanterns lighting the winding streets. Howls of the mentally broken echoing through the stone corridors before falling silent for a lengthy amount of time. Sickly masses curled up in every alley trying to stay warm to survive. This was the fate of those who the king saw as useless and weak - to be thrown away like garbage and forgotten. Meryth walks the streets, worming her way through them until she came to a break in the building-lined streets. Before her was a small stream that poured from a large cracked moss-covered stone. Water skin in hand, the warrior would fill the skin.
  
  The sun begins to shine through the holes scattered across Dumstaden's holey cavern ceiling. A ray of light would shine on Meryth's face, eyes closing for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the sun on her skin. For a moment, a rare smile would tug at the corner of her lips, but, it would quickly fade however. What was once warm sunlight had suddenly grown cold, her eyes open to muted-colors and dim lights. A chilling wind swept through the town, a hoarse sounding laughter accompanying it. Dread filled the ex-soldier. What was this presence? What did this mean?
  
  All sense of time faded away in the coming weeks, color still drained from the town of Dumstaden as an eternal night fell upon the town. There had been whispers of the king’s knights arriving in Dumstaden. Ironic that her former-role models would visit a downtrodden cesspool such as Dumstaden. Of course, their arrival did pique her interest and so she searched for them, followed the breadcrumb trail of rumors that swirled about them. Meryth soon found a trail of the four knights near an area of the ruins that no one dared enter.
  
  ((It's a bit shorter than your requirement but I hope it's adequate for you.))
• Leitmotif

  
  

 

[AbsurdNerd]

(I'll post soon)

 

[DemetrioMachete]

• Picture 1
• Picture 2
• Picture 3

• 
  
  

  
  The armor she once wore with pride.​
• 
  
  

  
  A close look at the hideous disease that is eating away at her flesh and bone.​
• 
  
  

  
  From a time when the disease was less disfiguring.​

Basics

Name
Meryth Alesani

Race
Human

Age
35

Height
5'7"

Weight
138 lbs

Hair Color
Blonde

Eye Color
Blue Grey​

Equipment

• Longsword

• Tattered hooded cloak

• Rucksack containing:

• Bandages
• Waterskin (Half Full)
• Stale loaf of bread
• Small pouch with 7 gold​

• King's army badge (pinned to cloak)

• • • •
• • • •
• • • •
• • • •
• • • •

• Physique

  
  The woman stands at five feet and seven inches and weighing around one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds. Her most notable feature is the infection that has engulfed the entirety of her right arm. The Rot, as most call it, has spiraled its way up her neck and has spread across the left half of her face. Her figure is slim yet despite the disgusting disease that had disfigured her, she has the appearance of a soldier. The former-soldier keeps her right arm wrapped up with several layers of bandages.
• Class

  
  Meryth was a soldier, a woman of sword and shield who dedicated her life to the king's army. She has prowess with a blade and has great endurance due to the long marches and rigorous training. Unfortunately, her dominant hand is infected with The Rot leaving her nearly useless with a blade in her right hand. Since then she has attempted to train her left to be her dominant, but the results have been...significantly less than desired.
  
  Magic is not in her set of skills.
• Backstory

  
  Meryth was once a soldier for the king's army, with 15 years of tireless service. Though she rose through the ranks quickly, she never dreamed of being on the sidelines of a fight; the army was her home, her family. The famous knights were her role models ever since she was a girl and the King was the closest she would ever have to a father – no matter how unlikely it was to meet him.
  
  Following orders without question, the young soldier would be met with a challenge that would forever change her life. An order to annihilate a village would cause Meryth to question her orders, which she ultimately disobeyed. This cost her the lives of her men as well as her position and ultimately her life as the disease known as "The Rot" was contracted here. A topic not often discussed unless pressed.
  
  Though Meryth was able to quite literally keep the disease under wraps, her superiors took notice and discharged her from the army and sent to Dumstaden shortly after.
• The Disease

  The Rot is a painful disease, the flesh slowly necrotizing over time to cause maximum suffering to those who have it. There is no known cure for the disease and the modes of transmission are unknown, though it does not appear that the disease in infectious – not that does not stop people from shunning or chasing those suffering from the disease.
• Leitmotif

  
  

DemetrioMachete Please let me know if I need to add, take away, or change anything!

This is fine. Well written. All you need now is a writing prompt.

 

[Malice Queen]

This is fine. Well written. All you need now is a writing prompt.

Oh. Yeah. Forgot about that. I'll work on one after class. Sorry. I'll edit it into the profile afterwards. Sorry.

 

[Malice Queen]

DemetrioMachete All done!

 

[DemetrioMachete]

DemetrioMachete All done!

Accepted! You may make your first post if you so desire.