Reign of Retribution [Character Creation]

[Delta]

@Flip Jester Boy Finlow Sartely is accepted! ...Try not to die, Scrub. 
@Paranoia Eha Mägi is accepted! Her Wilder magic is completely bad ass, and you added the perfect setbacks~! "Certain fee" is kinda freaking me out, but that is okay. Hope you have fun when the RP launches! So just sit tight until then, and I might quiz you in case you get rusty beforehand.

 

[Croissant]

Delta can you PM me an explanation on that wilder and binding mage stuff, I'm still having debates about my char

 

[Delta]

@Speedwagon Llanelli Rodriksson is accepted! The way you wrote the history was vivid and I could picture it clearly, and usually I don't like first person writing but this is easily one of my favorite Histories so far. Blythburgh is one smooth mofo. You are an excellent addition to Reign of Retribution, and I thank you tenfold for giving my RP a chance, Speed madam! * ^* 
To all my faithful Guildbrethren whom I am deeply honored to have on board~!


As much as it pains me to disappoint all of you, the launch date will be pushed back a day or two. ):


The updates I plan on adding will take me some time to write, as I want to make this as best as possible for all of you, and won't be done soon enough as I can only get on late at night. Alas, I will do all I can to make this up to you guys, and here's to the Reign of Retribution!!

 

[Don Valence]

• Basic Information
• Appearance
• History
• Weapons/Equipment
• Additional Information

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  Name: Cailet Ti'Fashar Saffren, the "Mistbinder".
  
  
  Age: 28 years.
  
  
  Gender: Female.
  
  
  Rank: Guild Maiden.
  
  
  Class: Mage.
  
  
  Location: Schnee Palast
  
  
  Guild: Schnee Maiden
  
  
  Personality: Sly as a fox and incredibly manipulative, Cailet enjoys spinning others around her fingers like twine. Taking the philosophy; "Only the strongest survive" to heart, Cailet is distrustful of most of her peers, and in all honesty, could care less about her duties as a Guild member. While she displays warmth and kindness, it is all a facade, for all she cares for is power and prestige, and the Guilds are a way to achieve that goal. One day, she plans on becoming Schnee Maiden's Master Arms-Maiden, but she has even greater ambitions . . . to one day rule over all of New Wehrheit as its Governor General. She will do whatever it takes to fulfill this dream . . . even lead others to their destruction if necessary.
  
  
  
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  Born as Cailet Ti'Fashar Saffren to the noble House of Saffren, she is the only child of the Guild Knight, Lord Chevasto "The Weaver" Saffren, who himself hails from a lineage of great Mages. Never having known her mother, Cailet was the pride of her father in every way. As a small child, she far succeeded those of her age in both cunning and raw potential; a potential she soon revealed as she made her way through adolescence. At first, the signs of magic were subtle, with weak apparitions or the occasional mirage in places around her, or the near-random bouts of confusion some of the servants would have after leaving her presence. When the pieces were put together as to what was occuring, it became quite clear that Cailet possessed 'the gift'. However, instead of sending Cailet to Flake Village in order to master her newfound powers, Chevasto took it upon himself to educate his daughter; after all, who better to train her than an accomplished Mage such as himself?
  
  
  Thus it was that Cailet was registered into the Guild as a Scrub at the age of twelve, and remained in Fendor with her father. Due to House Saffren's wealth, Cailet was afforded the best tutors available in the New Wehrheitian pseudo-capital; from geography to politics, magic to combat, she studied the most important subjects that a future leader was expected to learn. Indeed, that was Chevasto's dream, which later became his daughter's ambition, to place a Saffren on the 'throne' of Governor General. However, this would be no easy task. While Cailet excelled in her studies, she was not a very sociable person, and this severely impeded her progress . . . her father sought to change that. In order for her to grow used to the politicial environment, Chevasto took Cailet to as many of the meetings and Fendoran events as he could, hoping that his own charm and charisma would rub off on her. Over time, it did, but only when it came to speaking with other girls or women. With men other than her father, all she gave them was an expressionless stare and silence.
  
  
  It was not until Cailet was a Guild Page that her magic began to fully manifest, and Chevasto began the second stage of his preparations. Taking Cailet away from the comfort and softness of Fendoran life, her father placed her in the mountains to the west and left her there on her own for three weeks; this was a Saffren tradition for their future Mages, and was believed to create a superior breed of magicians. During this period, Cailet had to rely on her own abilities and knowledge to survive, learning how to hunt and craft primitive weaponry on her own. However, she did not have to use said weapons in order to protect herself against the beasts roaming the mountains . . . instead, she relied on her blooming power. One day, when her camp was attacked by a wandering Warg, Cailet ambushed the monster not with spear or arrow, but magic. Taking control of the beast's senses, Cailet manipulated its sight, hearing, touch, and smell to make it believe it was lit on fire. As the creature writhed from its own imaginary pain, Cailet used her make-shift knife to slit its throat. Never before had Cailet felt so much control . . . and power. Over the next few weeks, she would continue this trend, with each kill being more satisfying than the last.
  
  
  After her time in the mountains, Cailet had changed drastically. No longer was she the some what shy, book-absorbed young girl she had been; now, she became something stronger, smarter, better. With her change in demeanor came a change in her public personality, with her now being capable of communicating fully with both men and women of the Fendoran nobility and Guildspeople. Cailet was able to hide her own emotions easily from others, and even change their perceptions of her slightly with only the slightest, weakest twinge of magical manipulation. Indeed, popular approval of her rose to great heights; "What a charming young lady." or "A jewel amongst us." was what many would say, and such high social regard pathed the road for both herself and her father. Indeed, Chevasto had never been so proud before in his life . . . especially when he became Vice Governor General of the Guild of Fendor.
  
  
  With her training as a Page at an end, she was brought into the academy as a Cadet. At the age of eighteen, she was amongst the youngest Cadets there, and perhaps one of the most adept. Her skill in psychological magic astounded her teachers and peers, and the respect she received for it was exceptional. However, nothing prepared her for the day when the Wyrmslayer came. Geron Zanitas - the legendary Lancer Commander General who had slain the pseudo-deity, Venkalos the Judge - had visited the academy on a surprise visit in order to check on the Guild's future Knights and Maidens. Cailet knew that if she could attract the famous man's attention, and perhaps befriend him, he would become a valuable asset later on. However, with every attempt she made to have conversation with the intimidating Lancer, he shrugged her off each time. When the frustration finally overcame her, Cailet tried using her magic to force Begin to speak to her . . . this did not end well.
  
  
  When Cailet managed to find Geron alone in one of the academy's halls, she attempted her spell; the result certainly surprised her. Almost immediately after the spell was cast, Geron had moved with an intense burst of speed, binding her with his arms and putting her in a firm hold . . . he was immune to her magic. Never before had Cailet felt such an intense fear in her life, for she was bound as helpless as a rabbit in a wolf's jaws. Geron, growling, said one thing and one thin. only to her: "If you wish to be a manipulative brat, I'll treat you like one." It was then that Geron did well on his word, by bending her over his knee and beating her bottom relentlessly, as though she were a child who had been disrespectful to her parent. Afterwards, Geron left Cailet crying on the floor, her rear bruised and stinging; however, her tears came mainly from the humiliation, though not a single person had seen the event. It was then that she developed a respect for Geron, but along with it came darker, more malevolent feelings. This memory plagued her throughout her time as a Cadet, and still leaves an impression on her to this day.
  
  
  After graduating from the academy at the age of twenty-one, Cailet was required to choose a guild of her own, since she technically did not belong to any major Guild. Chevasto had plans for his daughter, and arranged for her to join the Schnee Maiden Guild. While greeted warmly by the generally-welcoming Guild, Cailet felt out of place; in Fendor, comraderie was more for each other's own personal gain, but here in Schnee Palast . . . they were companions not for wealth or power, but to watch one another's back and to feel like family. The sudden change was difficult for Cailet to adjust to, but adjust she did. Taking on Schnee Maiden values, Cailet managed to keep up appearances that she held a similar approach to life - although this could not be more from the truth - and began to fit in with the other guildspeople.
  
  
  Over the last eight years, Cailet has developed quite the reputation amongst the Schnee Maiden Guild as an influencial Mage, clever politician, and caretaker of the younger members of the Guild. Whenever discretion or stealth is necessary, Cailet is called in for her sensory and illusionary magic, but primarily for a spell she has titled as the 'Mask of Mirrors', which can make an individual or object appear, sound, smell, and feel completely different from what it truly was to those not under the spell's protections. Many scouting parties and reconnaissance teams have requested the powerful tool, and its use has led to many successful missions. Cailet has also been labelled an innovator of arcane arts and sciences, often taking her time to experiment with potions, enchantments, and other mystical enhancements for the use of Schnee Maiden. Now, the Saffren woman is among the most trusted of Schnee Maiden's Knights and Maidens, and offers her services to the current Master Arms-Knight. Little does anyone know, however, the true intentions Cailet possesses . . .
  
  
  "...Life is worthless without purpose. A pointless life is not a life at all, and must be extinguished; a person must always possess the desire to grow and expand across their horizons. After all, that is what makes us human . . . we want the impossible, and so we try to achieve the impossible. Once we have, we will finally be able to grasp divinity . . . when the time comes, of course." - Vice Governor General of the Guild of Fendor, Chevasto Amadae "The Weaver" Saffren.
  
  
  
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  - Masreif: An enchanted white leather glove with a sewn-in azure eye-mark that Cailet wears on her left hand, it acts both as an amplifier and a conduit for her psychological magic. When the glove is activated, the eye expands and radiates an aura. If a target looks into the eye, they will fall prey to Cailet's magic.
  
  
  - Orichalum: A magical gray ironwood staff with a crescent-shaped spire passed down from Saffren to Saffren for Generations, it previously owned by Chevasto and used during his days as a standard Guild Knight, but has now been given to Cailet for safeguarding. A family legend says that while the staff can serve as a magical focus, its true purpose is something else entirely; it is a key. A key to what, no one can say, but it was given to the Saffrens long ago to be protected until the time it must be used.
  
  
  - Saffren Gleamdagger: A specially-crafted obsidian dagger given to every Saffren when he or she becomes an adult, the blade is one foot long in length, one inch wide, and the hilt is curved for an easier grip and shaped from reinforced silver. At the crossguard lies a winged serpent eating its own tail; the crest of House Saffren that symbolizes longevity, cleverness, and ambition.
  
  
  - Tome of Mists: A powerful spellbook portaining to illusion-based magic, it lists a host of complicated incantations created by various other magicians and sorcerers over the years. From written runes to spoken words, the bearer of the Tome is able to draw upon a versatile collection of spells.
  
  
  - An Alchemical pouch containing ingredients for potions and salves.
  
  
  - A black leather pouch bearing the Saffren Crest containing coinage.
  
  
  - A set of poison-tipped slim throwing knives.
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  • Wearing expensive and elegant clothing.
  
  
  • Obtaining new jewelry and books.
  
  
  • Torturing beasts using her manipulative spells.
  
  
  • Teasing both men and women.
  
  
  • Prefers women over men.
  
  
  • Enjoys fine wines and spirits.
  
  
  • Well-cooked gourmet.
  
  
  • Sweet scents.
  
  
  • Almost all animals; preferably felines and reptiles.
  
  
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  • Those who disrespect her.
  
  
  • Poor cooking.
  
  
  • Hard alcohol.
  
  
  • Ragged-looking people.
  
  
  • Insects . . . do not get her started.
  
  
  • Deliberate ignorance (Interpret it as you will).
  
  
  • Horrid odors.
  
  
  

 

[ninbinz]

Nice one Len. Schnee looks like a cold one too. >.>

 

[Snek]

Oh lord, Valder is gonna have a freaking BLAST with Cailet.

 

[Delta]

@Don Valence Cailet Ti'Fashar Saffren is accepted! ...She scares me; and she scares Alden. We're both scared.

 

[ninbinz]

Now, now Delta, she's just expressing herself through manipulation and evil deeds, she just wants the world to know she's happy when everyone else is sad

 

[Don Valence]

Hehe, the Sins of the Father are what makes a person who they are . . . or at least in the case of Cailet and her own father, Chevasto.

 

[Azukai]

• General Information
• Appearance
• Personality/Biography
• Weapons/Magic
• Other

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  Name: Jayne Elygia, the "Bard of Life"
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  Rank: Guild Knight(Or Maiden at first glance)
  
  
  Class: Wilder
  
  
  Location: Schnee Palast
  
  
  Guild: Schnee Maiden
  
  
  
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  Jayne is a fairly tall individual (around six feet), who despite his appearance and name, is very much of the male gender. His overall appearance and normal attire is seen in the picture above along with one of his manifested Gangsang Beasts (*See magic).
  
  
  
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  Personality:
  
  
  Jayne has developed a unique personality over his twenty years of life. Labeled by some as shy, insane by others, extremely carefree by most, and brutally demonic by a mentally scarred few, Jayne is an enigma that walks the streets of Schnee. Overall, Jayne can be portrayed as very carefree and very out of place within the serious atmosphere that envelops the land. Combined with his feminine appearance, Jayne is often underestimated by his peers and higher ups; however unbeknownst to most, behind his innocence lies a small hint of insanity, an insanity that few have brought forth and remained mentally the same...
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Originating from Elfencrown, Jayne is the son of two of Elfen Streik's former Guild Knight( and Maiden), both of whom died with many others in the raid upon the Bog of Bereavement many years before. Orphaned at the age of three, Jayne was fostered by the Guild, who had been responsible for his parents death, until the age of eight where an incident shipped him off to the Arcane Academy. Jayne's childhood within the Guild was amongst many other children, who had been orphaned through similar situations to his own; however, unlike the other children who took keen interest in the teachings of the Guild, Jayne was highly introverted and focused only on imaginary friends whom he would converse with at all times. Ridiculed as a failure by the guild and bullied by the other children, Jayne grew only more introverted taking solace within the world of his imagination, until the age of eight when his imagination had developed to a point of manifestation within the world. Neglected by the Guild over the years, Jayne's magical talent had gone unnoticed until the screams were heard from the dwellings of the children, the illusionary beast had been manifested, and the mental damage had been done...
  
  
  Jayne, with his newly discovered talent of magic was immediately transferred to the Arcane Academy within Flake Village where he would soon begin his training as a mage. Recognized by the Guild and found within a new environment, opportunities to be accepted within society was once again presented to the young boy; however, as before, such luxuries slowly faded to grey as his introverted personality combined with his soon surfaced talent of a wilder made him once again shunned by his peers. As a home to magic, the Arcane Academy had taken possession of a lost magical device that had been designed by Jayne's father many years before, the SangHwalga. Many mages of the Academy had attempted to use the weapon, but none were able to utilize it beyond an amplifier of their magic. As part of his lineage, the SangHwalga was presented to Jayne upon his arrival to the Academy, where his talent as a wilder manifested much to the surprise of the Academy.
  
  
  Imagination is a child's strongest tool, that slowly fades as the child develops and begins to undertake a realistic approach to the world. In the case of Jayne however, imagination was his life, a magic that only grew stronger as he developed into his teenage years. Jayne, although shunned as a wilder by his peers, quickly became famous within the Academy for his magical talents. Had he been a charismatic individual with the intent to rise through the ranks, his fame would have spread throughout the guilds, however, branded as peculiar without a soldiers mentality, his fame soon faded to obscurity. It was around the age of sixteen, however, that his talents once again surfaced when he conjured his first corporeal illusion. With the intent of recruitment, a magical enthusiastic maiden from the Schnee Maidens quickly claimed Jayne, and within the same year, Jayne underwent his trials to become a member of the Guild.
  
  
  The next four years of Jayne's life went by in an accelerated blur, as he was quickly assumed a position doubling for both the Recon and Holy corps of the Schnee Maidens, due to his magical diversity. Although known in name only for one of the fastest advancements to the position of Guild Knight, Jayne remained obscure amongst his peers, and to this day remains often ridiculed for appearing frail and feminine, even with SangHwalga on his back. Although in this present time, Jayne's social ability had developed far past his introverted years, the obscurity is still preferred, as he lives out a carefree life, only responding to the calls of the Guild in emergencies.
  
  
  
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  SangHwalga: SangHwalga is a four foot long flute inherited from Jayne's long deceased parents. Carved by his late father from wood that was once believed to have been possessed by a deity, SangHwalga holds a large amount of innate magical power unable to be fully utilized by any other than Jayne himself. Like most tools of mages, SangHwalga is capable of amplifying the user's focus in magic, whether it be offensive or defensive; however, in Jayne's unique case as a wilder, SangHwalga's full chord is unlocked for a wide range of spells.
  
  
  SangHwalga's Chords: By definition, Jayne is a wilder, capable of utilizing spells that would fall under a wide range of the Arcane Academy's categories. In battle, he could be considered a control mage with a strong affinity for illusion. SangHwalga allows Jayne to use three chords each with their unique spells and uses.
  
  
  Gangsang Chord "Rebirth Chord": The Gangsang chord consists of Jayne's most utilized spells, and is considered his main affinity. This chord holds no use in battle and is considered a unique conjuration magic even if it is illusionary at its core. Through Gangsang, Jayne is capable of infinitely animating his wooden carvings into corporeal manifestations of their form complete with unique personalities and emotions that stem from his limitless imagination. In simplest terms, these conjurations are tangible illusions that have taken the physical form of Jayne's "imaginary friends." The Gangsang chord produces notes that is similar to normal music that a flute could produce. This chord is often used in social settings as entertainment, with his manifested Gangsang beasts dancing to his songs.
  
  
  Hondon Chord "Chaos Chord": The Hondon chord is Jayne's unique offensive magic that is very similar to the Gangsang chord and also his weakest. Like the previous magic, the Hondon chord manifests corporeal entities, which unlike the passive friends of the Gangsang, hold no emotion and choose only to destroy that what Jayne wishes. The Hondon manifestations often resemble the various beasts that Jayne has seen roaming the land. Unlike the infinite existance that the Gangsang manifestations hold, the Hondon beasts can only be summoned as long as their chord has been played within a reasonable duration of time( few seconds). In addition, Jayne only capable of summoning three Hondon beast at this time. The Hondon chord consists of shrill high pitched notes that can be heard in a large radius around him, allowing his Hondon beast to apprehend opponents considerable distance away.
  
  
  Jeo Chord "Control Chord": The Jeo chord is what defines Jayne as a control, support mage in the eyes of the guild. The Jeo chords include many control effects such as mesmerizations, afflications, and bindings, and that limit the motion of enemies, giving his party the upper hand in battle. The Jeo chords produces the softest notes and can only affect those hearing them within a relatively small radius compared to the Hondon chord. In large battles, this requires Jayne to be in the heat of battle, relying on the protection of his guild members as he plays his chords.
  
  
  Chord Magic Strengths: In duels or small confrontations, Jayne is an difficult opponent to successfully defeat. Having mastered songs that incorporate both Hondon and Jeo chords, Jayne is capable of utilizing his control magic to immobilizes opponents while his manifestations make quick work of the captured foes or slow them down as he flees.
  
  
  Chord Magic Weaknesses: Jayne's magic highly limits his motion due to the unwieldy size and weight of SangHwalga. In addition, the manifestations of the Hondon chord and the control magic of the Jeo chord requires the appropriate chords to be continually played. These requirements make him highly susceptible to ranged and melee attacks in group confrontations, and often leaves him in the hands of his fellow guild member's protection.
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  • Wood Carving: Jayne is often seen carving wooden replicas of various companion beasts from his imagination. These totems can be given life through his Gangsang Chord, and accompany him on his trips.
    
  • People with broad imaginations
    
  • Sweet things
    
  • Cute things
    
  • Playing music
    
  
  
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  • People who are overly serious or lack imagination.
    
  • Bitter things
    
  • Fighting pointless battles
    
  
  
  

 

[EliCarter]

IMPORTANT REIGN OF RETRIBUTION ANNOUNCEMENT:





Delta, our fair leader has fallen victim to parental computer restriction. Fear not, for he will be able to continue and hopefully begin RoR on Sunday, he will write down everything he needs to and get that sorted out. Here were his exact words to me,


"Son of a (cute name for his purncess inserted here.)!!! Hey Elleh, I need you to go on RoR and let everyone know I'm grounded from my computer until Sunday to get caught up with school for this week (am behind). But let everyone know I'll have written down everything I needed to update, and that the Official Reign of Retribution will commence bright and early Sunday morning (: If you could do this for me, I'd greatly appreciate it, lad."





Yeah, so read that so there's no interpretation excuses. Alright, that's it. Until next time.

 

[ninbinz]

I shall await his return with vigilant enthusiasm

 

[X64]

Lorelei Von Faye


"Who will tend to the fallen, if not I?"

Age:


20


Rank:


Guild Quartermaster


Class:


Priest


Location:


The Royal Port City of Fendor


Guild:


Holy Corps


"Oh, hello. Have you come to receive healing?"





Lorelei, at first meeting, may seem reserved and even distant. As he is constantly immersed in his work, he tends to constantly assume that anyone who takes a moment to speak with him needs some sort of treatment. If they don't, then he usually ignores them for more urgent matters. This makes him seem rude, but for Lorelei the passage of time means life or death to some of his patients.


Standing at a mere 4'11, Lorelei is uncommonly short for his age. This, coupled with his thin build, tends to make him look as if he's malnourished even though he's not. His green hair, oddly enough, is natural. No one really knows why, although many speculate this it is a mutation that occurred due to the Strike of Ragnarok. After all, what is one's hair color in comparison to the entire island's geographical changes?


"I see. I will answer your inquiry, but make it quick."


If one were able to get Lorelei to speak with them, they would find that he is an exceedingly intelligent individual. That is, as long as they were talking about healing magic. When it comes to everything else, Lorelei is probably as knowledgeable about it as a bush baby.


To Lorelei, healing is not only his bread and butter but an entire lifestyle. He has never bothered to study anything else, not even the beasts that inhabit the world. (That is, unless they somehow relate to his healing studies.) While healing is his only skill, he is an expert at it. Some have gone so far as to dub him 'Saint Faye', although the term is a bit contradictory considering that he's not religious.


"Why must we become beasts, to slay beasts? Is there no better way?"


Lorelei may be kind and warm, but he has a secret that would get him killed if he ever spoke of it. He doesn't show it, but he believes that if people were somehow able to communicate with the deities that they would be able to come to some sort of understanding. If people and beast were able to come together and live in harmony...who knows? In this way, Lorelei's naive nature knows no bounds.


The seed of this thought was planted when he met a man who had 'bargained' with Kalameet, the One-Eyed Dragon of Calamity. The man was Lorelei's patient, as he had lost a limb in the process. Since Lorelei had an excellent bedside manner, the man told him all about how the deity actually spoke with him, even if it was only to hear the man beg for his life. Although the man made it very clear that the deity was a sadistic and merciless creature, Lorelei couldn't help but think, 'If one deity can speak with us, then why not the rest of them?'


From then on, Lorelei would occasionally put out an anonymous request for various members to communicate with the deity, although to no avail.


"We are the lifeblood that makes sure the strong keep running strong. Always."


Like most young mages growing up in Flake Village, Lorelei was snatched up at a young age and taken to the Arcane Academy the instant it was found out that he had magical capabilities. It was soon blatantly obvious that he could only do healing magic, but oh, could he do it. He quickly surpassed other students his age, even being able to perform basic healing on several people at a time before he became the youngest Fledgling Mage at the age of eight.


From then on, he joined the Holy Corps, using his abilities wherever he was needed. After twelve years of hard work, dedication, and gratuitous amounts of studying and practice, he is one of the newest Guild Quartermaster. He is currently unmatched in his healing abilities (Except by the Master Arms-Knight), which make him a valuable asset to humanity despite his incredible lack of fighting prowess.


He has not risen any further in rank because even though he is somewhat of a prodigy in his field, it's the only thing he's really good at. He can defend himself about as well as a wet sponge, much less kill anything. Because of this, many see him as useless. That is, until they're within an inch of their life. Nothing like a healing mage to patch things up, eh?


Weapons/Equipment:


None. (besides obv clothing, monies, and such)


Other:


Lorelei may only be a priest, but his expertise in healing magic make him valuable to any mission, great or small. He is also capable of making difficult decisions; that is, if he were asked to point between two people and decide who lives and who dies, he would do it without hesitation.


He has little to no fighting skills whatsoever, which means he would probably be dead meat in a one-on-one fight.




​

 

[Croissant]

Well took a REALLY long time to come up with an idea but my character is done, I edited him in on page 1

 

[Delta]

• Alden Lochbuster
• Master Arms-Knights

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  Age: 19
  
  
  Rank: Guild Page
  
  
  Class: Quick Twin Blade/Magic fighter
  
  
  Location: Schnee Palast
  
  
  Guild: Schnee Maiden
  
  
  Personality: Alden is a very optimistic person, having confidence in himself and especially in his friends. The lad has never in his wildest dreams even fathomed backing down from a challenge, or putting his friends at risk for even the smallest gain. If he sees his friends or Guildbrethren doing something right, Alden will not hesitate to be the first one to praise and admire a good dead; if an ally is to make a mistake, Alden will ask how he can be of assistance instead of simply acknowledging the error and expecting the culprit to fix it themselves. Despite this bright mindset, Alden is still plagued very badly by the disappearance of his father, Paladin Commander General Baynard Lochbuster. If his father is mentioned, it is not uncommon for Alden to space out and poignantly ponder on the word "Dad".
  
  
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  History:
  
  
  Alden Theodore Lochbuster was born as the manifestation of the replete and sound love of Annaleise Kunze and Baynard Lochbuster, two admired and cherished villagers of Schnee Palast. The couple was showered with ornate bouquets of beautiful flowers from the neighboring regions; and Schnee Palast was in a temporary state of immense merriment. Alden would never know, nor even begin to think that such a cold and unforgiving city had at one point cried out in jubilant excitement for him; instead what he grew up in was the blame for Annaleise's death. For the longest time, he would not know living with just his father was anything different, Baynard had made sure of this. Unfortunately, Baynard could not silence each and every neighboring child that whispered harshly to his child accusations that were not true in the slightest. When Alden realized the significance of him growing up in a home with no mother, his father explained that she passed away giving birth to him. "She gave her life to you, son. Your mother's passing was no accident; she gave her heart and soul to you so that her beloved child may grow up to the be brightest star, much like she was."
  
  
  These words carried on with Alden until he reached the age of 9. It was a day like any other spent inside the Lochbuster family's cozy cottage that Alden scribbled little pictures on spare parcel when his page flapped indignantly from the sudden gust of cold wind. Alden's head jerked up to see where the page had flown off to, and his eyes followed its papery dance into the gauntlet-gloved hand of his father, Baynard Lochbuster, who was a tall silhouette standing in the doorway, decked-out in his simple, yet overwhelmingly regal attire that he wore when going into battle. Baynard turned his head slightly to look at the drawing, which spread a smile across his shadowed face as he folded the picture and gently slid it into his breast pocket. Without facing his son, Baynard Lochbuster disappeared into the snow flurry, leaving words for Alden that would linger in the child's heart forever. "Shine like the bright star your mother and I know you can be, Alden. When you do this, your heart will light the path that will lead you to me. Times will be hard, and there are forces out there that will try to conquer you, but do not stray from the path of righteousness and all will go well. You can achieve the greatest; after all, you are my son."
  
  
  Shortly afterwards, Alden was moved into the Schnee Cathedral, a beautiful structure that loomed over Schnee Palast. Now that the village viewed him as an utter abomination for killing his mother and driving off his father, there was no reason for him to leave his new-found residence, so he continued to grow up under the tender guidance of the priests that occupied the cathedral. Around this time, however, Alden did the seemingly impossible; he had made his first friend. The girl was a pipsqueak named Rynn Brauchvich, and the two grew to be the closest of friends. She often mentioned joining the local Guild, Schnee Maiden, and she explained to Alden that it was a place for warriors who made names for themselves by defending the people from horrible monsters. Baynard's words flashed in his mind, and he knew that joining the Guild would allow him to shine like his father was counting on him to. Alden ran home that night to beg the priests to teach him how to fight. After he gave his reasoning, they revealed to Alden that ontop of healing and volunteering for the village city, the priests were secretly battle-hardened warriors, and that it would be their honor to train him.
  
  
  He was taught both swordsmanship and magic, although his progress of swinging a blade left his magical abilities in the dust. Due to the vast space of the cathedral and everything being made of stone, the place as a whole was used for battle-training. The priests were experts in what they taught Alden, but one occasion surprised even them. During a standard one-on-one sparring/training session, 14 year old Alden was instructed by Father Stahl- who the boy bonded with the most during his residency- to walk over to the weapons rack and pick a weapon of his choice to spar with. It was not surprising that Alden armed himself with a wooden sword, but Stahl was in confusion when his pupil picked up and gave the second sword a few test-swings, all the while holding onto the first weapon.
  
  
  "What are you doing, child?" Father Stahl asked the boy, amusement hinted in his voice.
  
  
  "Well, Grampa Stahl, I figured; if a sword is one hundred, why not add one hundred to get two hundred? Two hundred is always better than one hundred, right?"
  
  
  The priest merely chuckled and raised his own mace, leaving the fast-learning boy to judge his own idea. Despite Alden not being the brightest fellow around, what the lad lacked in book-smarts he made up for tenfold in logic and ability. When Alden proved to the Battle Priest that he could learn to wield two swords, which was never before seen in Schnee Palast, Father Stahl reckoned he would grow up to be a fine Guildmember. When he was ready to be moved into Schnee Maiden after having finished Scrub duty, Father Stahl ushered Alden to a secret corridor the boy never knew existed. Stahl rummaged through dust-caked boxes before he held in front of Alden a surprisingly-clean red outfit, a glove that had a oval-shaped sphere attached to it, and two swords; a dark red one and an equally dull blue sword, both resembled unlit lanterns waiting to burn brightly once again.
  
  
  "When I was in my thirties, a certain Baynard Lochbuster- who was then your age- taught me how to wield a weapon when all I could previously do was use healing magic." This confession bewildered Alden, and he felt his jaw begin to drop. Not only did his father teach the man who could efficiently use every weapon Alden had volunteered Stahl to use in their training sessions, but he did it when he was 14! Grampa Stahl continued speaking, and Alden's attention snapped back to the elderly man. "These are two of the swords your father used in combat. Before he vanished, he left me these blades to give to his son only when the youngin proved to be heading down the right path. Although I couldn't teach you much, and you have so much more to learn at the Guild; Alden Theodore Lochbuster, I feel that in joining Schnee Maiden, you are heading down this road your father destined you to travel. Take these swords in their empty states now, and learn their secrets as well as their names, to use them as tools of justice to help guide you down the path set before you." This statement confused Alden. Sword with names? What was so special about them that they had unknown names? How would he go about finding their names and secrets? How wou- The boy shut himself up, knowing Grampa Stahl would just tell him to seek his own answers. Alden bowed gratefully and rushed to embrace the aged priest before running back upstairs to promise everyone he would visit soon. With the sword and words of his father, along with the guidance and wisdom of the Cathedral Priests, Alden made his way across and down the extremely large village city to reach the gargantuan oak doors of Schnee Maiden; not as a place of proving (for about a second), but as a home.
  
  
  Weapons/Equipment:
  
  
  Alden fights with two swords that seem to shine when he faces a tough opponent. They never leave his possession, and he refuses to stop fighting with them until he learns their secrets that no one could answer for him.
  
  
  Other:
  
  
  -Alden absolutely cannot refuse a challenge, no matter how strong the opponent. He does, however, refuse to attack an unarmed person or someone who poses no will to fight other than to simply battle.
  
  
  -What he lacks in sheer damage output he makes up for in speed and determination, telling himself that a fast two hundred is equal to a normal four hundred.
  
  
  -Very rarely does he use the magic taught to him, and he only seems to remember what he did learn in times of desperation. Alden can be quoted saying "Most magic really pisses me off. Hiding and ambushing an unknowing enemy is cowardly."
  
  
  -Alden isn't a big fan of women, as he finds them to be complicated and dangerous creatures. The exception is his bestfriend Rynn, though he worries about her tomboy-self as she slowly starts to side with the overwhelmingly terrifying and beautiful Cailet, whom he recognizes as the most dangerous of the lady-folk.
  
  
  
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  Schnee Maiden- Tybalt the Gallant
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Tybalt lives up to his name, as he never turns down a needing hand both in his Guild and Schnee Palast. He is able to cut down large foes with his massive broadsword, Peak Blade, and a special technique that allows a slash from Peak to turn into a powerful booming wave that can cut through monsters and mountains alike.
  
  
  "Now receive the devastation of my friend, Peak Blade!"
  
  
  Elfen Streik- Althalos Finster
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  One of the more seclusive and rarely-spoken Master Arms-Knights, Althalos is said to have mastered the entire Illusion school of magic. On top of that, it is rumored he has adopted the darkness so well, he can use it to kill off foes in ways no one can bring to words or begin to fathom. He is also the fastest of the Masters, and is probably the third or fourth fastest human in all of New Wahrheit.
  
  
  "..."
  
  
  Thal'Blades- Throat Slasher
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A simple enough name for a simple enough man. If you disrespect or speak out to Slasher, he will live up to his name and end you. He doesn't use any sort of tricks or gimmicks to kill monsters; he simply beats or stabs them to death, which in battle makes him look like more of a monster than the creature receiving his cruel wrath.
  
  
  "The blood of my foes is a well-earned bath for me."
  
  
  Galleon Guild- Bonnie Kunze/ Bonnie Bazooka (Twin sister of the Fendor Governor General)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Named after the devastating cannons on her ship, The Rainmaker, Bonnie Bazooka is a beautiful force to be reckoned with. Being the older twin sister of the Governor General, Bonnie is feared by both her bloodline and her immense power, be it at sea or on land. Bonnie Bazooka can either lash you with her Rune Cutlass that explodes with every swing, Fate Swab, or with her sharp sailor tongue. Picking a fight with Bonnie Bazooka is probably one of the worst fates one could be doomed with.
  
  
  "That's MISS Bonnie Bazooka to you, addlepate!"
  
  
  Governor General- Seraphina Kunze
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Despite being the youngest Governor General in history when she was appointed at age 15, Seraphina was, and is, without a doubt the most powerful human to have ever been born. Although she is 26, the Governor General hasn't aged physically (or mentally) one bit since she first joined. She is extremely childish, often coming up with cutesy and embarrassing nicknames for all that she meets. But she composes herself very adult-like when it comes to Guild business. She bases her judgments off of love and justice, and this surprisingly turns out well, although her Vice Governor is usually left to do all paperwork and handle "boring work stuff". Her bright attitude unsettles the other Master Arms-Knights, and even Throat Slasher once said "That cute smile of hers is by far the deadliest thing I've ever seen.". No one dares speak against her for fear of facing her Judgment Magic, although she would never in a million Generations do harm to her beloved Guildmembers. Anyone who has ever witnessed Seraphina's Judgment Magic is either a dead monster, or a human who refuses to describe its overwhelming force.
  
  
  "Goodness and love will always win! I promise to keep my Guildmembers safe with the same love they protect one another with."
  
  
  Jade Drills- Doctor Excavation
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The self-proclaimed Doctor is a walking war path of Jade Drill technology. He was once brutally swarmed by minecrawlers, and what remained of him was gruesomely disfigured, though he was able to be saved by his Guildmembers by having his lost limbs replaced with Jade mechanisms. He and his Guild also provides the other Guilds with certain technology, though not everyone but Jadetown or Platin villagers know the full extent of their creations. The Doctor tweaks with these man-made limbs of his depending on what he's doing at that time; such as attaching a large cannon (a modified version of a Rainmaker cannon, which he also made) to his arm when it is time to go on tunnel-clearings. Doctor Excavation is a genius craftsman, keeping his men well-armed and making metal statuettes for Seraphina when its time for the annual Major Guild Gathering.
  
  
  "I build and defend a city for my people with the recycled hopes of those that came before me."
  
  
  

 
I WILL HAVE THE RP LAUNCHED TOMORROW





Too damn tired tonight, it's almost 4 AM. Thank you so much to sticking around, and I promise you I will do my best to deliver an RP worthy of all the amazing people that have signed up.

 

[Heartsteal]

Name: Anja Dagmar


Age: 26


Rank: Second Quartermaster, currently Errant.


Class: Craftswoman


Location: Platin


Guild: Jade Drills' minor guild.


Personality: Immature, and often childish, it seems as though Anja has matured very little, if at all, since her already early entry to the Jade Drills. While her outward personality may seem somewhat counterproductive, with tools in her hands, Anja is practically a different person altogether, the person that really earned her position as second quartermaster.

Spoiler

Anja is of relatively average physique, just over five and a half feet tall with an athletic build, though the only exercise that she gets is from forge work. Plenty of work, but not laborious enough to build much muscle.
History: Anja was born underground, deep in Platin, grew up there, and has spent the majority of her adult life there. While in her childhood she'd wanted nothing to do with the guilds, when she discovered her talents at working metals, at crafting weapons and armour, as well as virtually any other tool or device that the guilds used, she began having second thoughts. Soon, by the time she was thirteen, Anja was nearly always smithing something, if she wasn't working the tools, she was drawing designs, and if she weren't doing either of those, she was sleeping, usually with complex schematics dancing about in her head.


Obviously Anja wasn't the only one considering her entry to the Jade Drills, her mother also considered it, and had actually arranged a meeting with one of the recruiters, unbeknownst to the potential recruit. Lukas, the girl's father, had once been a member of the guild himself, though he'd never returned from one of the many journeys he'd been compelled to go on, and while she was hesitant to send her little girl to the same fate, Irma knew that at least as a crafter, she would never need to see real danger beyond initiation.


Anja's entry to the guild happened at an unprecedented early age of fourteen. The girl had unbridled talent in the crafts, and on multiple occasions outshone the work of her trainers. It was no wonder, with her talents, that Anja had become lead crafter in her class, and graduated early, moving on to become a real guilder at not even sixteen. By twenty, not only had Anja accomplished more than many Drills do in their entire lifetime, she'd done so with candour. Every blade was sturdy, but maintained an unparalleled edge, every hauberk made efficient use of materials, and had masterfully designed curvature to prevent direct injury. Beyond the simple crafts that were expected of an apprentice, even a journeyman, she designed several cannons which improved upon what was already used to defend Jadetown, though they were destroyed as the information was too dangerous.


The design that made Anja's name famous though, for those few that cared, was what she called the Gaunt-lock. A simple design really, simply a series of minor mechanisms in the armour to lock a joint, such as the hand to prevent being disarmed.


Now, at twenty-six, nearly twenty years ahead of her time, Anja has been promoted to Second Quartermaster in Platin, second armoursmith, and fourth weaponsmith in the world. The only problem with Anja's appointment to this position, is that despite her ingenuity, she simply does not have the experience that comes with time, and must travel outside of the city for the first time, to truly learn what it is that she crafts, and why it is that she crafts them. A crafter needs to see their products in action, to see the way that dynamic events may affect their construction. A minor flaw in the workshop may prove the difference between life and death for someone that the Quartermaster will never meet, so before she is truly appointed to her new office, Anja must travel alongside normal guilders, and see her crafts in action.


Weapons/Equipment: Anja carries a side sword of her own design, though there is nothing particularly special about it over her normal works. The same goes for her armour, which is only of a lighter variety as she lacks the conditioning to take advantage of heavy armour or shields.


All is more or less depicted as above, beneath the platemail, is a suit of ringmail sandwiched between two layers of leather.


Strengths: Anja is a world-class craftswoman, hence her newly appointed title. Not only is she remarkably talented with the manual labour involved with crafting guild tools, she is also a brilliant inventor, often mocking up dozens of new schematics in a day.


Weaknesses: While she may carry a sword, and wear armour, Anja has no skills with either, and tries to avoid fighting in the first place, as she's dreadfully awful at it. Besides the blatant lack of combat experience, Anja lacks experience with the outside world, and has actually never even been in a single room or space with more than thirty people at any one time. Not only has she had relatively little interaction with other people, Anja has never left the city of Platin, and as such, never seen unfiltered sunlight, or felt a natural breeze. Obviously with such a lack of experience, Anja has never seen a monster either, even anything as harmless as a spore creep.

 

[Delta]

@heartsteal22 Anja Dagmar is accepted!! Yet another awesome character, my friend! Just know that if Anja is looking to possibly being ranked to Sub-Befehl, she will be in competition with the quartermasters of the Major Guild as well! Glad to see you're still on board!!

 

[Snek]

Just curious, Delta, but didn't you say the RP was gonna be up yesterday?


Or did you post it and I missed the link or something -.-

 

[Don Valence]

[QUOTE="The Villain King]Just curious, Delta, but didn't you say the RP was gonna be up yesterday?
Or did you post it and I missed the link or something -.-

[/QUOTE]
The RP is located in the new RP system. Look there.

 

[Snek]

Of course...I'll be right there!

 

[Delta]

I posted my application in page 1.. Im a bit confused on ranks if your on Holy corps if there the same as before or not but yeah. I posted it a few days ago there
Edit: Also im on Tapatalk so idk if i can ooc comment @Delta

Ranks work for the same, the only difference joining a Corps does is that you'll be in a Squadron geared towards what that particular Corps does and how they operate. :3

 

[Delta]

@Cressy Everything looks good, though I would change your rank to either Advanced Keim or Paladin Knight, the latter being a step higher than the former.

 

[Delta]

So does this mean Im accepted? Ill delete this post and other spammy posts after the answer (~*.*)~

Yes it does, my friend. xD

 

[Croissant]

Yes it does, my friend. xD

*happiness levels have overloaded*

 

[Micheal Embers]

Name:

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Alesander Moreno


Age:


31


Rank:


First Mate


Class:


Fencer / Duelist


Location:


Royal Port City of Fendor


Guild:


Galleon Guild


Personality:


Alesander is not what most people would call a shining beacon of humanity by any means. He's made himself a reputation of always being angry, drunk or both with little to no middle ground to be found. He seems mad at everything and anything, so much so that it isn't a stretch to say he hates the world and the people in it - including himself - and he has no problem telling people exactly what's on his mind. He avoids contacts with strangers as much as possible, only associating with the absolutely necessary and the rare person he actually likes to be around. These few people see an all new side to the man, one that's calm if not a bit short tempered, sharp witted and somewhat wise but questioning of why hope is so strong in this day and age and without a doubt bitter with his own life. Once sobriety is all but gone, he's a very grim man, preferring to be alone more so than usual. Often time he'll just sit there and stare at the floor as he puts down a few pints. Anyone who irritates him at this point is in for a rude awakening. If he's ill tempered when sober, he's goddamn mad when he's drunk with little of his skill dulled and all his rage focused on his target.


Appearance:





History:


Look a few years into the past and the name Moreno use to hold some weight in Fendor. One of the nobles houses, they were well known for filling your lamps with oil and putting plentiful and cheap meat on your plates. Yes, the Moreno owned the best whaling ships in the city. The other cities had their animal husbandry and lumber milling but whale was where the money was really at and everyone knew it. They lived like kings and the plentiful supplies of oil, fat and food brought plenty of business.


Born to Brenson and Jennete Moreno, Alesander was born on a midday in spring, blessing his loving parents with a healthy baby boy. His upbringing was typical of his status: he was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, food being plentiful and delicious, his education coming from the best local scholars and anything he wanted at his call and beckon. By the time he'd turned into a young boy he was spoiled rotten, getting anything he desired and growing bored with it the moment he got his hands on it.


After a while he realized that he was getting bored. He had what normal folks could only dream of but he wanted things outside of his own reach and among all his aspirations, adventure was the greatest. One day when he was twelve he asked his father for a fencing instructor and within the week one of the best tutors arrived. Neither this man nor his father expected more than a single lesson to go by, especially when the young man found the very basics to be difficult. Suffice to say, they were surprised when he insisted on more lessons. And then more. And then more.


Fencing become Alesander's great passion. He was able to match his teacher after a good year of training and found himself beating him a few months later. Without so much as a second thought the old tutor was fired and a new one was hired. The first lesson went so badly for the man that he actually left the house crying without even his starting payment. Very few who were invited to the home stayed more than a single lesson and those who did helped the young fighter adapt, learn what they had and beat them before sending them off. By age sixteen he'd given up on teachers and found professionals to fight, sparring now replacing practice. By age seventeen he'd challenged over a dozen other noblemen to duels to first blood in defense of his honor and had won all of them.


Apparently satisfied, Alesander took a break from fighting and went back to simply enjoying his position. He began learning how to run the whaling operations the family had set up and he began indulging in the finer and more forbidden pleasures that were available to a man of his age and position. Of course he always kept his edge sharp, never wanting to get out of practice and still having fun bouts from time to time. Few could deny that the young man could fight. The few times he lost over the years, he came back with even more determination and found himself the victor eventually no matter what.


Then the Strike of Ragnarok occurred. While the city of Fendor still stood by the end, few can ignore that the Strike cause plenty of damage and more than enough casualties. Among them were Alesander's parents, all the ships they owned and their home. Left with little to nothing, what savings he did have on hand didn't last long. It didn't take much time before he found himself without a job, without money and without much hope. Even if Wahrheit had survived, the world ended for Alesander Moreno.


With his limited business knowledge being next to useless, all he had to fall back on was his swordsmanship. While the few lives he'd taken over the years had been in duels of honor which were few and far between, the desperate Alesander found it surprisingly easy to take a life as he became a monster hunter, especially with his anger directed towards the beasts that he now blames for everything. He'd go up and down the beaches or down the roads into the city and every now and then he'd come back with a couple of dead beasts and a handful of bounties to profit from. It wasn't long until he got into drinking. Medical attention that he could afford rarely gave pain killers and even he wasn't able to avoid every hit from the inhuman monsters. What started as a way of coping with pain became a way of coping with life. With barely enough money to keep above homeless stature, his work became all he could manage to do when he wasn't drinking.


One day a position on a ship leaving port caught his attention and he jumped on it without much thought. The idea of getting away from land and making a bigger wage seemed like a dream come true. Up until he realized he'd signed up on a pirate ship, a crucial detail he had all but ignored. Left with a next to worthless position and quickly finding life on the sea to be living hell due to his crew mates and the next to non existent alcohol rations he got, things were bad for Alesander. Depressed and expecting the worse anyways, he slipped out of his work on the lower deck when they were in dock and drank himself silly from the ship's own stock before passing out right next to the barrel he'd been swigging from.


When Alesander woke up, the fact he was alive at all was a surprise. He'd expected to have been found and dumped overboard long before now. Going up on deck, he was surprised to find out that there'd been a mutiny lead by a strange woman he'd never seen the likes of before. Hung over and afraid that he'd instantly thrown in with the old captain's lot, he drew his blade and in turn half a dozen other men did. With a raging headache and the temperament of a wounded wolf being pushed into a corner, he disarmed and injured all of them before going for the one who'd taken over the ship. She managed to disarm him with a smile and the strangest words he'd ever heard.


"Well. Guess that makes you first mate."





Since then, Alesander has found himself in the strange company of Miss Pandora Belleville, the craziest pirate that ever did live. With a better position and a better ( if not more confusing ) captain on hand, he's found that life on see isn't as terrible as it could be. He does his best to try and make sense of his captain's bizarre orders and mysterious agenda as well as make sure the ship is safe, going as far to teach the men swordsmanship personally though none of them have reached him level yet. Holding a strange sense of respect for the strange captain, rarely has he thought of leaving the ship nor has he questioned any order he's understood.


Weapons/Equipment:


Liance - The first real sword he ever owned, this rapier is well used but still elegant in design with a high detailed guard, fresh leather grip and a blade that's sharpened to perfection.


Seam - A tool worthy of any real duelist, this parrying dagger appears to be a twin of it's brother weapon as it's overall design, material and detail mirror that Liance.


Maria - The newest tool in his arsenal, this very plain and standard blunderbuss pistol that Alesander keeps on hand in case things get messy. While he prefers a clean fight, this weapon is his ace in the hole for a quick and dirty kill or hit depending on the situation.


Other:


Alesander's skill with a sword is unquestionable, even when drunk. He's been known to get into his share of bar fights but when push comes to shove he's been shown to fight with just as much skill and triple the blood boiling rage while he's scarcely able to form sentences. Admittedly most of his opponents are just as drunk as he is and it's untested whether or not this holds water versus a sober enemy.


While no soul has heard it from him directly, anyone who's around him can put together that he has a fear of failure. He puts all his effort into everything he does and anytime a mistake falls upon him he takes it out worse on himself than anyone else who'd bother to try doing. Anything goes wrong on his watch and he'll avoid eye contact or anything that's not an order for days.

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