Fantasy Rebirth of Camelot, The New Knights.

[Iskandar]

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Name:

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Class: (I.E. Knight, Spearman, Thief etc.)

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Rebirth of Camelot(Still Open)
Rebirth of Camelot, Tavern Stories.

 

[Doomyfish23]

WIP​

Name: Victoria Elisandre

Age: 28yrs

Gender: female

Social Status: commoner

Class: Witch

Combat Prowess: While shes no warrior Victoria in not afraid to draw her knife, usually she aims for the face or throat.

Skills:

Special Skill: Spells & Curses- Victoria is a witch and she is no stranger using chaos to her advantage. She launches fireballs, lightining bolts, and ice spears, all the while cursing her foes with supernatural diseases and curses of weakness and pain, her favorite curse is one that thins the blood so much that an enemy could bleed to death from a paper cut. Many will find her methods to be cruel or inhuman.

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[The Silent Z]

Taliesin Von'Rossum

Dossier
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Age:
29

Gender:
Male

Social Status:
Commoner

Class:
Warrior/Hunter

Seat:
12th

Skills:
Archery
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A child amongst villagers from a small, close knit, village -- Taliesin learned to hunt, fish and ride.. Becoming quick, efficient and skillful enough to nail his target with pinpoint accuracy.
Tracking
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Due to his upbringing he learned how to track by following his prey and hunting them like his life depended on it. In times during his childhood it was as they were not rich in his family nor was his village
Martial Combat
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Tragedy breeds hate, hate comes revenge.... Revenge is a powerful motivator for a young boy. He picked up a sword, picked fights and used his anger at the world to strengthen him, drive him to power of body and deadly of skill. Determined to live long enough to see a life's goal reach its end, while growing into a warrior of fist and sword.
Riding
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Years of riding horseback and a fair share of falls, time and getting on top again has taught him the nerve to learn trickery, ride side saddle and fight atop his steed.
Memory tricks
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Tragedy, fire, smell of death and rising smoke, horrors beyond ones visual experience has forced Taliesin to seal off some memories just to sleep at night-- though nightmares do not always cease. He has learned tricks to store memories in sections of his mind and recall them when needed. Allowing for greater memory then normal.

Equipment:
Cloth shirt in darkened blue, brown leathers with paldrons of iron and brown leather boots. A quiver full of arrows, a old longsword well kept, a refined and curved bow with carvings along the wood. Markings detailing each man he tracked and killed over years, men of his past. An almost obsession.......

Strengths:
Determination
Memory
Accuracy
Detailed tactical mind/Keen observer
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Weaknesses:
Prejudice toward high born
Loner tendencies
Anger/vengeance driven
Difficult/Stubborn

Backstory:
A small out of the way village called Lauren's spring... A peaceful homestead amongst the beauty of trees and nearby spring, a cascading fall off in the distance forming a pool of water that thins into a stream splitting between lines of tree. On the borders of this forest that be paradise to some, Lay Lauren's spring, a small hardly known settlement of farmers and hunters, believers and mothers with children on the rise. One such family who came far and settled home amongst such folk were the self given named "Von'Rossums" in tow with unborn child who come to be named after a late poet by the name of Taliesin.

The years went by in flashes of time as the child was born, grew and learned , raised by a village and knowing how to love, dream and be curious of that which lay beyond ones home. Ones experience in the day to day. Despite the loss of his father, Taliesin grew up strong and able.... Educated by many and skills amassing. He dreamed of castles of his own, grand stone built amongst the skyline above and trees around laying in the background. A cascade of water falling into pool and flowing into stream, sounding softly. A castle of his own, a castle for his village and fortune granted future he had foreseen within his sleeping and at peace mind.

But fairytales and dreams, knowing gods and beliefs were a drifting memeory of the past. A chilling future would await that child, a rich man of the generals mind escorted men across fields, stopping by Lauren's spring feigning injury, preying upon kindness, death derives from wickedness and will..... They a folk from and of Lauren's spring were not peaceful for long. The men stayed, overtaking a proud and peaceful village turning into a waste of filth and corruption left unchecked, unchallenged by the able and strong.

A young Taliesin saw his people victimized, abused, battered into submission via fear and force. When food ran low, facade of enjoyment and patience draining and showing, the corrupt leader saw no more entertainment and joy for his men thus he turned to greed, passion of lust and desire to watch something burn. He turned his men upon the village with deadly force, killing and torturing while women were raped and soon a village of homes torched, set to flame as people were trapped within-- A child forced to watch for his 'Disobedience' and objection to what was happening....... the child forever scarred by these events that would shape his life.

A young lad seeing what they did to his own mother while he was held firm and helpless to do something. Anything more then superiors of guard and leader had allowed. Taliesin was dropped into oblivion of sadness and anger, hate and venomous thought...... It shaped a young boy into a future warrior and tracker with sense for presence and nearly unmatched drive to achieve vengeance and exact his revenge, a family and villages justice through blade and trials. It was through trial and tribulation that he became the man of skill that he is now. Blackeyes, cuts and bruises were temporary but it form who he'd become.

A troubled man with hardly a known friend in the world, if any. Turned down his path by events long past, leaving behind a belief in gods and beginning a dislike for the men of high birth for what they brought down upon him because they believed themselves entitled and others allowing of their ways. What they brought down upon his people and long since burned village.

Appearances and scars hide a man of words, but manner and will have built the strong, determined warrior that stands now with the name, Taliesin.

Personality:
Taliesin named after a poet from ages ago, once was a innocent and curious child. But history changes a lad, each man has their own history and each is shaped by it. Taliesin a man of words and action has come to see the world with harsh truth through personal experience, he's turned his back on old beliefs in favor of what's real and before him, what he knows-- What he's experienced in life.

"Gods exist in tales... Told for righteousness and light of path. Fools turn to gods while power and will create men, men who take whatever the hell they want. Gods exist not in my eyes, turned from my path they have long ago when they forsakened a mother and village in each child's lifetime. Sins they say, I say excuse for the wicked. Cause for the righteous to allow and followers to watch as leaders prey."


The words of this man since his days shaping and history told to the open spaces, of homes and hay long burned. He's a pessimist or his words as a realist, a soul wanting to care and love but is more scarred and hardened then able to show such softer traits. Unable to understand the same happiness others share.

Likes:
Tales & Poetry
Forests
Freedom
Meat- Steaks, bacon tend to be his favorite
Wine


Dislikes:
Nobility
The Unknown
The Righteous blasphemy (His view: Religious talk)
Eggplant
Fog
Slavery

Talents:
Animal care-taking
Tracking
Hunting
Archery
Writing/Speaking

Other:
Bares no nickname since he does not believe in giving himself one and doesn't stay in one place long enough to hear what others might call him. He's a walker, a rider with a single path until a certain day when others recruit him to their cause and his mind accepts his fate that led him to the round table.
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[Cheesemick]

• Basics
• Combat
• Personality
• Backstory

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  Appearance:
  
  
  
  
  Name: Sir Bran "Black Arrow" Bendigeidfran
  
  Age: 21
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Social Status: Nobleman
  
  Class: Archer
  
  Place at the Round Table: 10th Seat
  
  
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  Combat Prowess: Bran has gone though knighthood training. He never had much skill with a sword but his true talent came with the bow. Winning second place in the Camelot Archery Competition with his famous raven father tipped arrows earned him the nickname Black Arrow. Their are very few who's arrow fly higher or price harder then the Black Arrows.
  
  Skills: Archery, jousting, horse riding, fencing, and fletching.
  
  Special skill: Raven magic. As Bran's choose, he can temporarily changed his body into likeness of a raven. Bran has found the best use of this power is to change his eyes into raven eyes turning them completely black gaining the increased field of vision, reach, and night vision of a raven for six sounds once a day. He can also change his fingernails into the black talons of a raven making as sharp as any blade, for one hour once a day.
  
  Equipment: A cape made of raven fathers. Black arrows fletched by Bran made with the feathers of ravens. Noblemen clothes. A raven mask.
  
  Strength: Bran is very good at playing a crowd, showing off comes natural to him. His raven eyes make him able to see in the dark. Bran is good at sewing and fletching.
  
  Weakness: Bran likes a challenge and can be easily tricked. Bran is very bad at swordplay and fencing being average at best. Bran is a bit of a rebel sometimes doing his own thing instead of listening to his tutors.
  
  
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  Personality: Sir Bran is a very rash hot headed knight. He once sunk out in the middle of the night while he was page to practice archery. He started a lot of fights when he was a kid over a insult about his hair. He loves playing the crowd making a show of everything he does, humbly boasting of his skills. Out of the seven Knight Virtues the ones he displays the most are courage and faith.
  
  Likes: Carrot soup (hes vegetarian), people who can challenge him, fancy clothes, anything dangerous and fun.
  
  Dislikes: Stubborn people, meat, waiting.
  
  Talents: Sewing, playing fiddle.
  
  Other:
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Deep in Camelot there is a ancient tower that has stood as long as the kingdom. Legend says if the raven kept in the tower should ever leave or be killed, that Camelot would fall. The tower is said to have the head of a ancient king buried under it, Bran the Blessed.
  
  Bran as a boy would often get fight and cause mischief all over Camelot, he dreamed of being a knight and going on adventures. Lucky for him his parents where nobles but they where very worried for him, that because of all of mischief a knight would never squire him. When he turned seven its traditional that the son of a noble becomes a page in the kings castle. Bran in the castle would steal wines and foods often, nothing to bad but he acted like he could do whatever he wanted. He was very good at being a page he helped dress the ladies of the castle also brought plates to tables with great efficiency. The boy just didn't have any manners no one could get though to him.
  
  When Bran turned fourteen it was time for him to squire to a knight. Sadly no knight would take him. They all saw his dedication, passion and efficiency but the boy was just to rash. One night Bran sunk outside to the archery gallery to try and shoot a bow. When he got there no guards where around strangely. There was also a bow just sitting there left by some knight or squire. He picked it up and started firing arrows. Surprisingly he had a natural talent for the bow, he didn't hit a bulls eye but not a single shot missed the target. Bran could hear slow clapping suddenly, he turned around worried someone had found him out. That's when he realized it was none other then Sir Gawain himself, he was the one practicing archery late at night leaving the bow here.
  
  Ever since that fateful day Sir Gawain took on Bran as his squire. A lot of the knights and pages couldn't believe it since there where clearly much better page's he could squire, but he choose Bran. He saw his potential to become a great knight. Sir Gawain never told Bran what he could and could not do because Bran respected Gawain always listening and obeying him. Bran already had many of the Knightly Virtues but Sir Gawain molded him into a best person he could of ever been.
  
  Sir Gawain told Bran he should participate in the Archery Competition since his fencing skills where worse then a drunkards. He told him would sign him up himself and that Bran could bring his family great honour if he won. Bran loved this idea, it was finally his chance so show the other knights his skills also that he was not wasting Sir Gawain's time. What happened would shock the entire kingdom. Bran was to fire three shots into a target scored on each one. His first two shoots barley making the target all the other knights and squires laughing at him and Sir Gawain. Just as a single raven flew over the sky shedding one feather. The very moment that raven shed its feather Bran's eye's iris, pupil and sclera turned as dark as the feather. The arrow flew catching the feather hitting the target dead in the center. The whole crowd went silent, they couldn't believe what they just saw. Then suddenly they went into a frenzied roar. Everyone congratulation Sir Gawain on doing a amazing job raising his squire.
  
  Bran had no idea what to think of his new power he because he didn't have to. Almost immanently after the contest the Raven Master of the Raven Tower approached Bran telling him he was the one. Bran the Blessed had chosen him to become the next Raven Master also that he would be now teaching Bran how to use the Raven Powers, he was twenty. Bran was knighted the next day, it was the end of his journey becoming a squire as he would now go under training from the Raven Master, he was knighted Sir Bran "Black Arrow" Bendigeidfran. The next year of training was hard work, working with the Raven Master to control his powers, he still haven't fully controlled them yet.
  
  Then tragedy struck.Sir Bran was away from the city when it happened. He had heard that the Raven Tower had fallen and that Sir Gawain had joined the dark side. He made his way to the ancient fort of amboglanna to find the truth. If Gawain had betrayed the crown he wanted to hear it from Sir Gawain himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Iskandar]

Name: Alexandria

Aliases: The Steel Wolf, Lightening Swordsman.

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Social Status: Commoner

Class: Knight/Swordsman

Seat: First

Combat Prowess: Labeled as one of the fastest swordsman in Briton as well as one of the best. When it comes to blades, she's one of the best. She is also extremely good at hand-to-hand combat. She is an excellent rider as well, known for winning back to back tourney's.

Skills:

• Swordsmanship
• Bartering
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Riding
• Leadership.

Special Skill: WIP

Equipment:

• Steel Plated Armor
• Steel Longsword
• Three Steel Daggers
• Hardened Leather Gloves with steel plates inside(used for hand to hand)
• Helmet shaped into a Wolf's head.

Strengths:

• Determination
• Leadership
• Agility
• Strength
• Endurance
• Tactical Awareness
• Listening/Offering Advice

Weaknesses:

• Outspoken
• Archery
• Stubborn
• Idealist
• Cute Things

Backstory: Alexandria was born in Camelot to a smith and a cook. Her mother being one of the various cooks that worked at the Palace, and her father being a well known Smith in Camelot. Due to both her parents having decent livings, Alexandria grew up with a tad more luxury than your normal commoner would. This gave Alexandria more freedom as she wasn't needed as much for her family to survive, but Alexandria didn't enjoy this thought and decided to apprentice under her father as a Smith as well as learn to cook from her mother.

At the age of fourteen, both of her parents died due to a plague. Alexandria was now an orphan, and eventually her house was taken and she was forced out onto the streets. A whole year passed as Alexandria tried to survive on the streets, though she made sure not to resort to crime in order to live. Even giving up any food she found to those in more need of it. One day though, she had met the legendary Galahad who was one of the members of King Arthur's Round Table.

Galahad was an extremely generous and righteous man. These strong morals he had led to him making Alexandria his squire and apprentice. He would teach her everything about being a Knight who would fight for justice and honor. Galahad even went as far as adopting Alexandria as his own child and took her in. Alexandria was now a noble by proxy, but found it difficult to fit into such a lifestyle. Luckily Galahad was not a pushover of a Mentor, and trained Alexandria hard. He would teacher her many things, from combat to etiquette to riding. His teachings and ideals were etched deep into Alexandria's mind and soul, as she believed she owed everything to Galahad.

It would take Five more years to pass until Alexandria became a full fledged Knight, which many Nobles and Knights disagreed with. Being a female was difficult in this time, especially one who had became a Knight, but this prejudice made Alexandria stronger and more motivated. Galahad was obviously proud that his squire was now a Knight, and pushed her to make a legend for herself as a Knight of Justice.

As the years passed, Alexandria's legend and fame grew. She was known as the Knight of Justice, fighting for what is right and always helping a person in need, no matter how small their problem was. Her morals never wavered and in fact they grew as Alexandria grew. She became known as the Lightening Swordsman for her quick and precise attacks that devastated her foes. On one certain mission, Alexandria was hunting a pack of werewolves that were terrorizing a village. She had caught up to the pack who were being corrupted by a Witch. The witch turned their skin to solid steel, making them nearly unkillable. After hours of fighting this pack of werewolves, Alexandria slayed them all, including the witch. She returned bloodied and bruised, but shared the story of her deed, earning the name of The Steel Wolf.

Now at the age of thirty, Alexandria was one of the most well known Knights in Camelot, even outshining a few of the Knights of the Round Table. It was Alexandria's goal to join the Round Table and serve under her King directly, but that day would not come. Camelot fell and King Arthur was slain. It was a brutal sight as Alexandria killed invader after invader, trying to defend her home, but the invaders continued to press until Alexandria could fight no more. Luckily she managed to escape with her mentor, Galahad, to the ancient fort; Camboglanna. Perhaps her dream would partially be fulfilled as Galahad sought to restore Camelot and The Knights of the Round Table.

Personality: Sir Alexandria is the model knight, and displays all the Knightly Virtues. She is an extremely caring person who wishes to aid all those in need, even those that look down on her. While extremely caring to anyone, she is especially so with her comrades and brothers in arms and treats any as equals. Due to her background as well, Alexandria is extremely calm and collected, with a knack for strategy. While she can be calm, she tends to like to joke around with those she calls friends leaning towards the realms of sarcasm and wit. Another thing that Alexandria would be described is is Idealistic. She has a strong sense of justice, and wishes to save everyone. She realizes this is impossible through experience, but those experiences just strengthened her ideals to be a hero of justice.

Likes:

• Justice
• Sparring/Training
• Joking
• Debating
• Helping
• Cooking
• Reading
• Theatre
• Fighting for a cause

Dislikes:

• Butterflies(All my characters hate butterflies)
• Evil
• Criminals
• Needless Violence
• Slavery
• Arrogance
• French People.
• Being seen as a woman, and not an equal of men.

Talents:

• Cooking
• Tea Making
• Smithing
• Acting
• Painting

Other: WIP

 

[_Exodus_]

Name:
David Thomas
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Social Status:
Commoner
Class:
Knight
Seat:
Second
Combat Prowess:
Labeled as the furious beast, David's style would be called vicious. He attacks relentlessly, never letting up 'till the duel is won.
Skills:
Stealth
Swordsmanship
Hand to hand combat
Special Skill:
Clumsy Sorcery
Equipment:
Sword
Armor
Steel plated gauntlets
Strengths:
Physical strength
Positive attitude
Willingness to get any job done
Swiftness
Leadership
Weaknesses:
Puts other's life before his own
Hot headed
Must be right
Backstory:
David was born into a farming family. His father was born and raised on a farm. His mother on the other hand, was a sorceress. She helped many people on her travels. She has also become a loyal subject to the king. When she had found David's father, she couldn't leave him. In all of her journey's, she had never met anyone like him. She decided to stay, eventually giving birth to David.
Everyday he would wake up and feed the animals. When he became of age, 14, he was sent off to train as a knight. Before he left, his mother gave him a sword with a blue gem in it's hilt. She said," As long as you protect the kingdom, the sword shall protect you." When he arrived, he was picked on. Everyone else was of a higher class, nobles, tailors, knights, while he was a farmer. Because of this disadvantage, he usually spent most of his time training. Years later he finished his training and became a Knight of the highest order. When he went to visit his mother, David found out she was dying. With her last breathe she enchanted his sword with the magic of her family. Now whenever David is up against a foe, his sword will glow a brilliant blue. His swings send light energy at the opponents. He fights with honor, or doesn't fight at all.

Legend says David executed 3,000 soldiers all by himself. They were marching towards his home land. When they nearest he castle, one man stood in their way. The soldier began to rush David, but he mowed them down with ease. Wave after wave of attacks David kept going. He was surrounded at one point. He used his sword to slice his victims in half. It goes onto say he went to the king who ordered the men to attack. He arrived shortly. David executed the king in the spot along with the son to make sure an attack never happened again.
Personality:
David is a man of honor. If something isn't honorable, he won't accept it. He is usually a kind person, unless you are his enemy, then all bets are off. David is an intelligent man, knowing many strategies and battle tactics. If the moment calls
for it, David will even crack a joke.

He is usually seen as a strong and devoted leader, taking on many challenges. He has a work hard attitude and will attain anything by doing so. He won't give up, even if it means his immensely demise. A victory is worth more than a defeat and slaughter of the many.
Likes:
A good story
Tales of Knights
Singing in local Taverns
Dislikes:
Rude people
Vulgar language
Dishonor of any kind
Talents:
Singing
Playing the bag pipes
Hunting
Cooking​

 

[Misuteeku]

Appearance(Any picture is fine) :

Name: Bentonville Gragos

Age:24

Gender: Female (Was a male)

Social Status: Commoner (Stripped from noble status)

Class: Apothecary

Combat Prowess: Bentonville doesn't have any combat experience which makes her worthless in a fight. All he can do is either support, or hide so he doesn't get in anyone's way.

Skills:
Poisoner
Medicine
Bargaining
Stealth

Special Ability:
Curse Of Alchemy. Bentonville has the ability to create any kind of object given that she has the right materials with her. As long as the materials have the same elements with the object in mind then it will be created. He, however can't create anything that doesn't have a solid shape, or organic material. All Bentonville needs to do is touch the materials with her left hand. The time it requires depends on how complex the object is. This curse also turns him to a girl. Allows him to perform an Magnum Opus.

Equipment:
A glove made out of animal fur. A bag containing all of her medical supplies, and poisons. A normal sized dagger, and knifes. Wears a black cloak.

Strengths:
Stealthy
Poison Expert
Medical Knowledge.

Weaknesses:
Terrible Stamina.
Sucks at close combat.
Socially inept.

Backstory:
Being a born as an noble Bentonville had no interest in being influential in Camelot. Instead he took interest in medicine. Isolating himself inside a room, Bentonville read all about the medicines. Days, weeks, and months passed by as he began to read all about medicines. His parents, and brother were often terrified about the time sent in the room, and well as the servants. His reputation within the household grew worse and worse as the days grew on, but he was ignorant to that.

He would never look away from the books, or experiments he would do whenever a servant came with his food, or to change his bed. His obsession with medicine grew tenfold as he used his experiments on the servants of the house. Some went well others not so much. This obsession caused a rift between him, and his partner when an experiment gone wrong happened to a servant girl that his brother was infatuated with. The amount of empathy, or emotion in voice was not present, even though he did feel sorry.

The final nail to the coffin of his exile was when he found out about alchemy. The power to create anything, and even resurrect the dead with a special stone. This sealed the deal as Bentonville finished the book. Following the instructions of the book he cursed himself gaining the power of alchemy. However there was a drawback. His body changed becoming a girl rather than a boy. Before he had a chance in making the special stone, he was immediately kicked out by his devastated parents, who were too loving to send him to death.

Betrayal was what he felt when his parents kicked him out. He did not feel anger towards, but only sadness in failing to be the son they wanted. He then traveled to a village infested with disease, and cured them of their sickness. In return they allowed him to stay, but grew to regret the decision when he locked himself inside his house. Test after test she started to learn the extents of her curse behind the villagers backs.

Personality:
Bentonville is social inept whenever conversing with. She means well, but she doesn't know what to say during a conversation making him prefer to be quiet. He doesn't understand jokes, and doesn't value fun because of his obsession of medicine. The one thing Bentonville doesn't like lastly is romance. This is because he's gender confused because of the curse he placed on himself.

His obsession with medicine, and alchemy is abnormal. He loves to spend hours on medicine, and priorities his medicine over himself. His obsession with alchemy is twice as much then his obsession with medicine. He'll practically do anything for information about alchemy whenever it is in his sights. He'll often laugh in joy whenever performing one of two.

Likes:
Medicine
Alchemy
Herbs
Alchemy
Flowers
Alchemy
Books
Medicine
Waking up from sleep
ALCHEMY

Dislikes:
Sleep
Wasting time
Talking
His gender identity.

Other:
The Magnum Opus in 'Curse Of Alchemy' refers to the creation of the philosopher stone. While it's main use is to create the philosopher stone it does have other functions. Also whenever Magnum Opus happens the user's appearance will greatly change.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Lucia Saeva
Appearance(Any picture is fine) :


Name:
Lucia Saeva

Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Social Status:
Noble among the fey, Slave to humans

Seat:
4th

Class:
Thief

Seat: (Seat they hold at The Round Table. First come, first serve)

Combat Prowess:
She has been in quite a good amount of fights due to her being a slave. she would often be put into a fighting ring as if she were nothing more than an animal.

Skills:
Hand-to-hand combat, stealth, can talk to animals, agility, Heightened sense of hearing, sight, and smell.

Special Skill:
Lucia is a Forest Changeling that has the ability to manipulate the earth around her (Imagine an Earth bender) but using it does put a strain on mind. Overuse can lead to overly intense migraines that can cripple her and there's also the chance of her losing control which is why she only uses it in strong short bursts if it's necessary.

Equipment:
She only carries a small pair of daggers that are an heirloom from her family. The blades are made out of a gem called Emyrite, the symbol/gem of the royal Saeva family, which contains its own magic that allows it to cut through some of the hardest materials known

Spoiler: Daggers

Strengths:
Agile, Heightened senses, heals quicker than the average human

Weaknesses:
Compassion for creatures, sensitive ears to the touch, does not comprehend some aspects of human culture

Backstory:
Lucia Saeva was placed in the care of humans when they swapped her in for their own child. Her birth mother was the one that dropped her off even though it was difficult for to let her baby girl go. As per tradition, Lucia was casted with a spell that would hide her furred pointed ears and slightly sharper canines. Everything seemed to go smoothly as Lucia grew up like a normal human that was loved by her 'parents.' Once she hit the age of 7, Lucia had been confronted by the nearby children that would constantly pick on her for her 'devil' eyes and the fact that she didn't resemble her raven haired parent's in the least. The situation turned physical which caused something to snap inside her, the spell had broken. Lucia howled out as her true changeling appearance was exposed and the children were frightened. The one closer to Lucia had is arm snapped easily which alerted nearby adults that rushed to the scene. The authorities had been called which soon resulted in Lucia being forced into a small cage.

After she was captured, it didn't take long for Lucia to be placed in an underground bidding hall full of other inhuman beings. Her life after that night would never be the same as she subjected to some of the worst torture that you could imagine. Once she turned 16, she had managed to escape her abusers for good and slowly integrate herself into the fey world which allowed her to live a more carefree life. Although her life had gotten better, Lucia had never forgotten how she had steal and fight for most of her life to survive.

Personality:
Lucia can be seen as quite naïve or blunt because she doesn't quite understand human customs or social cues even though she grew up among them. She's usually quite sweet until she's in battle, it takes her back to the old times when she had to fight to live another day.

Likes:
Animals, being in the wilderness, swimming, napping in high places, physical contact (it's reassuring and comforting)

Dislikes: Judgmental humans, discrimination, being in small spaces

Talents:
Singing, taming wild creatures, climbing, and can eat as much as she want without gaining weight

Other: Has an enchanted wolf companion named Zeref


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[BloodThunder27]

Character Complete

Appearance:

Spoiler

Name: Lillian
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Social Status: Noblewoman
Class: Ranger

Seat:

Combat Prowess: A gifted Archer, Lillian can hit her targets with little to no trouble. At least ninety percent of her enemies will hit the ground before they can get within three feet of her opn minimum.
Skills: Archery, Medicine, Throwing Weapons

Special Skill: Mystical Arrow Volley ~ Up to four times a day, she can make her arrows multiply upon firing them

Equipment: Cloak, Quiver that can hold up to sixty arrows, Longbow, Throwing Knives

Strengths: Athletic, Herbal Medicine, Accurate, Crystal Clear Eyesight, Excellent Stamina

Weaknesses: Pregnancy, Forest Terrain, Having a Heart

Backstory: As the Eldest Child to the King and Queen of Camelot, Lillian for the longest time, has been groomed to succeed her Parents in ascending to the Camelot Throne. Growing up, Lillian was Kind and Sympathetic towards everyone around her, Commoner or Noble, she still showed Compassion, even fighting for equal treatment between the Nobles and Commoners, a fight that has yet to be won. This often irritates her Family and other Nobles alike, because many Nobles think highly of themselves and tend to be very self-absorbed. As she got older, she became less and less harsh towards the Common Wealth, often fighting unjust punishments. Despite being high up in the Noble Hierarchy, she holds little 'real power', still overshadowed by her Mother, Father and Younger Brother. Currently, the Princess is expecting her first child. However, the paternity of the child has yet to be discovered.

Personality: Lillian is a Kind and Understanding young woman, taught by her Mother to be Sympathetic, Tender and Generous at a young age. She is not kind only to those that she holds dear, but to everyone else around her so long as they are the same to her. This results in others, Noble or otherwise, being able to get along with her easily. Overall, Lillian is a very Outgoing person, especially for a Princess. However, even with such a Gentle personality, Lillian can be unforgiving when crossed, whether its Physically, Mentally or Emotionally.

Likes: Tea Parties, Flower Gardens, Family Time, Cooking, Being Clean, Dresses
Dislikes: Snobbish Nobles, Alcohol, Fatty Meats, Rats
Talents: Cooking

Other:
-7 Months Pregnant
-Midwives have predicted a boy

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name: Sir Bryce Fletcher

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Social Class: Noble

Class: Knight

Seat: Seventh

Combat Prowess: As a trained knight, Bryce us skilled in all of the weapons used by one, from lances and bows to his personal favorite: the longsword. He is extremely skilled in it's use, and sees it as a symbol of justice of peace and order.

Skills:

• Sword Fighting
• Jousting
• Horse Riding
• Diplomacy
• Strategy

Special Skill: Bryce is anot extremely skilled sword fighter, almost superhumanly so, to the point that some say he's unbeatable, which isn't true, of course.

Equipment:

• Armor: Given to him as a gift upon his knighting, Bryce sees his armor as one of his most important item besides his sword.
• Longsword: His most prized possesion, he carries his sword everywhere. He's nicknamed it Lilli, after his childhood friend, Lillian.

Strengths:

• Sword fighting
• Jousting
• Diplomacy

Weaknesses:

• He gets angry and desperate when anyone threatens or hurts Lillian
• He places everyone else above himself, causing him to risk his life pointlessly

Backstory:
Born to the nobles of Camelot, Bryce was raised as a knight, being a faithful follower of King Arthur. He was always close to Lillian, and some suspect he's the father of her child, though that's up for debate, since Bryce is a gentleman. When the kingdom fell, Bruce was devastated, losing his parents to the war, and his brother, his hatred of Bryce rising to a boiling point after his betrothal to Adalie, joining Mordred's forces out of passion.

Personality(Option)

• Kind
• Loyal
• Gentlemanly
• Light-Hearted

Likes: (Optional)

• Reading
• Praying
• Telling Stories
• Being with Adalie

Dislikes: (Optional)

• Mordred
• Selfishness
• Anyone hurting or speaking ill of Adalie

Talents: (Optional)

Other: Bryce is related to King Pelinore, hence his skill on combat and loyalty to Camelot.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Appearance(Any picture is fine) :


Name: Adalie Augastine

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Social Status: Noble

Class: Bard(?)

Combat Prowess: None

Skills:

• Diplomacy
• Gardening
• Singing
• Lyre Playing

Special Skill: Coleen is the most beautiful singer in all the land, her music capable of stopping people dead in their tracks.

Equipment:

• Dress
• Cloak
• A dagger Bryce gave her for protection
• Her lyre

Strengths:

• Kind
• Soft-Spoken
• Loyal
• Calm
• Pacifist
• Unbelievably Good Singer
• Extremely Faithful to Bryce

Weaknesses:

• Pacifist
• Her love of Bryce
• Has little combat experience
• Is quite passive

Backstory:
Born to French nobles who pledged themselves to Camelot, Coleen is am ideal noblewoman, gentle, quiet and loyal. She was promised to Bryce Fletcher, and the two fell in love not too long afterwards. They are to be married in the fall, and the two are anxious to be married at last.
Personality(Option)
Adalie is a kind and gentle young woman, always helping those she can. She loves Bryce more than anyone, and it could be used against her. She's a very godly woman, praying every night for Bryce and the kingdom to be safe.

Likes: (Optional)

• Singing
• Playing the lyre
• Gardening
• Being with Bryce

Dislikes: (Optional)

• Violence
• The thought of losing Bryce
• The dark

Talents: (Optional)


Other: She is related to the late Sir Lancelot through marriage.

 

[NicoNicooNi]

The Shadowclad

Quill Gildheart

Basic Info

Personal

Equipment

Abilities

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Basic Information

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Age: ??? (He says 25, but he doesn't even know.)

Gender: Male

Social Status: (Former) ???, (Current) Commoner

Class: Assassin

Seat: 9th

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Personal

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Backstory:
Nobody knows for sure about Quill's origins, except for perhaps the old Knights, or maybe even King Arthur himself. But, when they went down along with the castle, any information that they knew was lost with their lives...

You might have seen Quill before. The higher your social status was, the likelier it was that you had seen him prowling about. If you had a keen enough eye, that is. Maybe you just thought he was a jester of some sort. Maybe you had mistaken him for a ghost. Maybe you thought your mind was playing tricks on you, that there was really nobody there. Perhaps you had seen him along inside a courtyard or weaving in and out of shadows. If you were close enough to the Knights or even Noble enough, you even knew of him. But all you could've known was this:

Quill was an assassin, and that was the end of it.

He carried out any task given to him. Bodyguarding, killing, spying, he's done it all. He had brought a line of death in his wake, and that was his life. A life of following a task, making sure it is finished completely. A life of death.
That life came crashing down with the castle, with the bodies of the men he valiantly lived his life for, and the fall of everything he represented and stood for. That life was all he had, and now he was forced to build one from step one. A nameless boy nobody had ever heard of, with a penchant for the arts long since forgotten...

It was all he had to start rebuilding his life.
The next was to take back the ruins of Camelot.

Personality:
Despite his previous life, and the general stereotype of assassins, Quill is a cheerful person. He may not pick up on all social cues and doesn't understand many concepts most people would find basic (like personal space), but he tries his best. He can talk on for a long time, akin to an excited child who's too young to know when to shut up. He's happy to learn anything about the world around him and to meet new people. It's as if everything is new to him, and it might just be. It's hard to believe this same person is the deadly assassin employed for the late castle, but at times he can suddenly get serious, and it's not so hard to believe anymore.

Strengths:

• Mask or not, he can blend in with an environment pretty well. Useful for sneaking around.
• He had a vast arsenal of poisons and herbs. The poison..speaks for itself, but he can use the herbs for a variety of uses.
• He can kill a before they realize they're dead, and scarcely make any sound.
• He's quite nimble, wearing little to any gear (and what he does have is light).

Weaknesses:

• He's not very good at direct fighting, having no experience in any type of it before.
• His strength, too, is below average.
• He lacks any social knowledge, and even regular things most people think everybody else knows.
• If you know how to, he can be very easily manipulated.
• Don't get him drunk.

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Equipment

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Equipment:

• In his sleeve, he hides a small stainless steel dagger. It's nothing compared to a sword, but the tiny blade is sharper than it may seem.
• He carries a variety of herbs and powders in his coat. The powders and many herbs are poisons for different occasions. However, the herbs are also for other purposes; healing, inducing sleep, or even energizing someone.
• His mask. Nobody knows it's origins, or how it hides the rest of his face in darkness. There seem to be no magical properties, but it's surely strange...
• He also keeps with him a map and a compass.

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Abilities

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Skills:

• Sleight of Hand
• Sneaking around
• Spying
• Gathering intel
• Extensive knowledge of poisons and general herbs

Special Skill: He can take the form of someone else. However, this requires both mask and his hand to be stained with the target's blood.

Combat Prowess: He's no good at upfront fighting or confrontations, and is actually rather weak in battles. His real strength lies within other, more secretive ways of fighting. He can sneak around, or blend in with his environment to surprise-attack someone. He can kill without a sound, and with one move. He can also poison someone if he has time to let it do its magic.

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[NicoNicooNi]

(For those who BBCode doesn't work):

Spoiler: Non-BBCode

Appearance:

Name: Quill Gildheart, The Shadowclad

Age: ??? (He says 25, but he himself is unsure.)

Gender: Male

Social Status: (Formerly) ???, (Currently) Commoner

Class: Assassin

Seat: The 9th

Combat Prowess: He's no good at upfront fighting or confrontations, and is actually rather weak in battles. His real strength lies within other, more secretive ways of fighting. He can sneak around, or blend in with his environment to surprise-attack someone. He can kill without a sound, and with one move. He can also poison someone if he has time to let it do its magic.

Skills:

• Sleight of Hand

• Sneaking around

• Spying

• Gathering intel

• Extensive knowledge of poisons and general herbs

Special Skill: He can take the form of someone else. However, this requires both mask and his hand to be stained with the target's blood.

Equipment:

• In his sleeve, he hides a small stainless steel dagger. It's nothing compared to a sword, but the tiny blade is sharper than it may seem.
• He carries a variety of herbs and powders in his coat. The powders and many herbs are poisons for different occasions. However, the herbs are also for other purposes; healing, inducing sleep, or even energizing someone.
• His mask. Nobody knows it's origins, or how it hides the rest of his face in darkness. There seem to be no magical properties, but it's surely strange...
• He also keeps with him a map and a compass.

Strengths:

• Mask or not, he can blend in with an environment pretty well. Useful for sneaking around.
• He had a vast arsenal of poisons and herbs. The poison..speaks for itself, but he can use the herbs for a variety of uses.
• He can kill a before they realize they're dead, and scarcely make any sound.
• He's quite nimble, wearing little to any gear (and what he does have is light).

Weaknesses:

• He's not very good at direct fighting, having no experience in any type of it before.
• His strength, too, is below average.
• He lacks any social knowledge, and even regular things most people think everybody else knows.
• If you know how to, he can be very easily manipulated.
• Don't get him drunk.

Backstory:
Nobody knows for sure about Quill's origins, except for perhaps the old Knights, or maybe even King Arthur himself. But, when they went down along with the castle, any information that they knew was lost with their lives...

You might have seen Quill before. The higher your social status was, the likelier it was that you had seen him prowling about. If you had a keen enough eye, that is. Maybe you just thought he was a jester of some sort. Maybe you had mistaken him for a ghost. Maybe you thought your mind was playing tricks on you, that there was really nobody there. Perhaps you had seen him along inside a courtyard or weaving in and out of shadows. If you were close enough to the Knights or even Noble enough, you even knew of him. But all you could've known was this:

Quill was an assassin, and that was the end of it.

He carried out any task given to him. Bodyguarding, killing, spying, he's done it all. He had brought a line of death in his wake, and that was his life. A life of following a task, making sure it is finished completely. A life of death.
That life came crashing down with the castle, with the bodies of the men he valiantly lived his life for, and the fall of everything he represented and stood for. That life was all he had, and now he was forced to build one from step one. A nameless boy nobody had ever heard of, with a penchant for the deadly arts long since forgotten...

It was all he had to start rebuilding his life.
The next was to take back the ruins of Camelot.

Personality:
Despite his previous life, and the general stereotype of assassins, Quill is a cheerful person. He may not pick up on all social cues and doesn't understand many concepts most people would find basic (like personal space), but he tries his best. He can talk on for a long time, akin to an excited child who's too young to know when to shut up. He's happy to learn anything about the world around him and to meet new people. It's as if everything is new to him, and it might just be. It's hard to believe this same person is the deadly assassin employed for the late castle, but at times he can suddenly get serious, and it's not so hard to believe anymore.