Reign of Retribution [Character Creation]

[Riddle78]

Name: "Hawkeye" Morrison Higgs


Age: 28


Guild & Rank: Keim of the Elfen Streik


Vocation: Greatbowman


Skills


-Marksmanship. Morrison Higgs is known as the Hawkeye among his peers,who are the finest marksmen in all the land. He has been said to skewer two Bloodflies on a single arrow,and shatter a Bone Moss host at the same time.


-Greatbowmanship. A greatbow is the prize pig of bows. They are by a great margin larger than the person using it,making them incredibly difficult to aim,but giving them peerless draw power. They are the ultimate expression of a marksman's skill,patience,and strength.


-Fletching. A greatbow is a very unique weapon. Few people learn to use them,and fewer still bothered to keep using them. As such,few people know how to make a proper arrow for a greatbow. Higgs is one of those few people,and he takes great pride in his work.


-Modified Stick-Fighting. Higgs knows that his greatbow is worthless up close. As such,he's learned to use his four-foot arrows as lethal melee weapons.


-Pugilist. He didn't exactly study the art of fist-to-face,but his size and strength make his punches feel like a blow from Kalameet,and he knows how to drive a man,or beast,to the ground and break every joint in their body.


Gear


-Leather vambraces. These bracers protect the inside surface of Morrison's forearms from his bowstring. He has similar elbow protection.


-Greatbow. What defines Morrison Higgs. A nine foot bow,it generally has to be left outside. At present,it's a normal recurve,but he plans to take it to the Jade Drills to get a compound made.


-Reinforced Quiver. Made of a hollowed out log of ironwood,and banded with iron for good measure,this thing is probably a weapon in it's own right. However,it's home is on Morrison's arrows.


-Great Arrows. Four feet long,they resemble javelins more than arrows. For the most part,they're barbed broadheads,with the heads clocking in at about half a foot long. He has bodkin arrows as well,but he only packs them if he's anticipating armoured prey.


-Logic and Reason. His left and right arms. His hooks pack enough force to put the common man to sleep with one swing at the jaw.


-Hook and chain. For when he needs to climb somewhere.


-"Armour". A hodge-podge suit of armour made from the bones and tanned leather of his kills,this macabre outfit provides protection only from the elements,and most abrasion.


Location: Jadetown terminal of the tram line.

Spoiler

Stands seven feet tall,and weighs 280 pounds of muscle. Just ditch the helmet.

And there's his ugly mug!


Personality: To describe his personality is to describe a flask and it's contents. Outwardly,he is an understated and obliging man,almost seeming like a doormat. However,like any human being,he can only take so much before he boils over. However,when he does boil over,woe is you,for his fury has been known to topple some buildings in Elfencrown. Less explosive outbursts include hoisting grown men by the throat,and asking them to rephrase what they just said in an even voice that implies a violent death if ignored. Thankfully,however,it generally takes quite a bit to push him to this point.


Background: The Titanic Treetops. In these wild lands are home to many people,but are some of the most wild and unsafe lands in the world,where an unassuming vine can break your neck and eat you alive. Morrison Higgs was born and raised here,in the paranoid reaches of Elfencrown.


In Elfencrown,he was an oddity. Surrounded by slender men and women,Morrison is a giant among men. However,despite his great size,he still found himself gravitating towards the use of a bow. His aptitude fir the weapon quickly drew the attention of the Elfen Streik leadership,and they snatched him up into their ranks.


His training was grueling and intense,just like all other guilders,but for him,it was particularly difficult. He didn't know magic,nor did he have the aptitude for it. He couldn't swing a sword to save his life,and while he could handle knives well enough,he commented that they were far too short for his liking. When given polearms,he initially tried to fire them from his bow,before proclaiming that they were too clumsy to wield in melee.


Eventually,the instructors passed him a greatbow,made specifically for him,and they were blown away by how he was able to use the weapon. He fired arrows quickly,and his shots were generally quite accurate. When he graduated from the academy,he was hailed as the most promising marksman to grace it's halls.


From then on,he led an illustrious career as a hunter of beasts for the Elfen Streik,shooting targets and putting them down when his peers simply couldn't. However,every now and then,Elfencrown would be shaken to it's support pylons by one of his fits of rage,when they forget that the gentle giant among them is a force of nature when provoked.


Today,after an outburst that actually leveled one of the more popular watering holes in Elfencrown,Morrison was assigned an escort duty contract in the Canyons of Eternal Stone,and he saw it as an opportunity to get one of those fancy compound bows that people keep telling him to get.

 

[Delta]

@Kasai Kodakuna "The Raven" Dākofaia is accepted! Sheena appearance for the win~! 
@Riddle78 "Hawkeye" Morrison Higgs is accepted! Yet another great character, my friend!

 

[Dino]

Name: Gaxif Yertor


Age: 39


Rank: Advanced Keim


Class: Sniper (Marksman. I.E Stealthy guy with a bow, just bad at thinking of names)


Location:


Elfencrown


Guild: Elfen Streik, Recon Corps.


Personality: Gaxif could be known as the humorous one from his family, the one to play tricks on his younger and older siblings. Serious when he needs to be, but when he isn't out on missions he's a fairly laid back guy. He's a fairly persuasive or at least likes to thing he is towards the person average person. He isn't one to get excited, it is a rare occasion for anyone to see him "hyped up" as he normally approaches things very calm and tries to keep a "cool head"


Appearance:

Minus the weird magic on the end of the bow.


History: Born in Elfencrown with an older brother and sister, both 5 years older than himself. It was only 2 years later that his younger brother was born and another year after that his youngest brother. So being in the middle Gaxif didn't really have much responsibility around the house or helping their mother whilst their Father was out with his corp. At a young age Gaxif didn't really understand much about Elfenstreik or its corps.


This is what Gaxif liked to think bonded him with his father, he was always eager to learn more about what his father did and where he went, His father would tell him stories about slaying creatures of like of bloodflies and all other assortments of beasts. By the age of 14 his Father started to teach him how to wield and fire a bow. Gaxif wasn't the best at aiming his shots but over time he would learn and train himself to become more proficient in the way of archery.


By the age of 18, Gaxif and taught himself how to wield a knife as well as throw them with decent accuracy. Although he never used it as a throwing weapon as he always needed something to use if anything got to close for his bow to be able to deal with and handle. He seemed to really be the only out of his siblings interested in following in their Fathers footsteps.


By 21 he was a Guild scrub in Eflenstreik, given his own armor from the armory, although he kept his own bow he'd flected less than a year back and his dagger. He was a scrub for to years with the Recon corp. Scouting out Bloodfly hives and tracking packs of Sus Scofa Saliendo packs and on rare occasion clearing out these hives and in the winter sometimes helped to scavenge for food.


2 years later and he was promoted to to Guild Cadet, and started to go on my physically and mentally challenging "Outings". He was now scouting much more dangerous beasts out of the Titanic Tree tops that were posing threats to travellers coming and going. Mainly on the road from Schnee Palast dealing with Crocuta Titanius even though it is only one of these beasts on their own they're deadly enough to kill a man unprepared or even prepared. The size of the horse they could intimidate any man when it is charging at them.


4 years later and Gaxif had became a Guild keim and well known to a lot of the Recon corp now, although there was fewer than there were at the beginning of Gaxif's "Career". It was too often one of them had fallen to make the simplest of mistake or the whole of their group underestimating the challenge they would be facing. One too many times he had seen the friends around him getting torn to shreds by hellish beasts or shot through the heart by bandits.


Another 2 years later and Gaxif was 29, Still a keim and would be for the next 8 years, He advanced his skills and became one of the greatest track finders in the Recon corp. He could start to distinguish what animals excrement belonged to which animal. His mother passed away this year and his father would pass away in the next to come dying at age 58 and 62.


He also remembered a man in the Elfenstreik tearing down a tavern in Elfencrown, he didn't know him but heard the man went by the name of Higgs and seemed to have quite the temper, Gaxif certainly would never want to get on the bad side of him.


8 years later Gaxif now being 37 years of age had risen to the rank of advanced Keim he'd also started to become proficient in the use of Javelins and had his on specially forged one, the point dipped in poison to weaken his foe before firing a volley of arrows upon them. Now living on his own and away on his own in what you could call a solitude where as Gaxif just classified it as loneliness. He'd always enjoyed his Dad's company and now he was gone there was just a sort of blank emptiness somewhere inside of him trying to scream at him to forget about him so that he would never have to feel this loneliness.


Now 39 Gaxif is currently in Elfencrown and awaiting his next mission with his Squadron from the Recon Corp. It would probably come within the next few days as he hadn't received any for quite some time but instead just going to the occasional tavern or going to the market place. Or just sitting on his own reminiscing about when he was younger.


Weapons/Equipment:


Weapons:


His personal bow he fletched almost over 10 years ago.


Steel dagger.


Poison tipped Javelin.


Armor:


His armor is comprised of complete leather, Going from a leather hood to leather boots and gloves to make him all the more agile because he is not weighed down by leather where as with the likes of much heavier armor such as steel he would be.


Other:


Take's a cool mind set into every engagement of his pre-planning how and when he will attack.


Has no "friends" as it will, all he has are his fellow corps members, he has no one he is social with and in result is rather lonely.


(After 5 billions years of writing, it is done.)

 

[Kagerou]

Touche. It seemed appropriate.

 

[ninbinz]

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• Stuff:

• Name: Layla Deluna
  
  
  Age: 27
  
  
  Rank: Sub Befehl
  
  
  Class:
  
  
  Ranger
  
  
  Sub Class:
  
  
  Administrative Expert
  
  
  Location:
  
  
  Titanic Tree Tops, Elfencrown
  
  
  Guild:
  
  
  Elfenstreik
  
  
  
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  She might be young, pretty and petite but Layla is no push over. Wise beyond her age and smarter than most, she is not cunning or conniving but she has foresight that borders on clairvoyance and there are few things that can catch her off guard or for that matter; unprepared. She is a stout believer in duty and does her utmost to perform to the best of her abilities. She expects the best from herself in any situation. Because of her small stature and gender, many people tend to underestimate her. Few posses the same strength of will, clear focus and objectivity that make her a killer unlike any other. Most people take thrill in the hunt or pleasure in death but Layla has killed simply out of necessity and duty, no matter how cute or what it has done, she will kill any monster with impunity and without emotion. She has a fondness for flowers few know this about her though.
• 
• 
  
  
  The people of Titanic Tree Tops have long hidden themselves beneath the shadows of the trees that provide them with life. They have hidden their names in the wind that rustles the trees, they have hidden their faces beneath the broad leaves. Even their lives are hidden; deep within the earth beneath tangled roots, but most of all they have hidden the spear that is their intent, this they have hidden within plain sight, beneath soft spoken words and subtle actions. In this region outsiders are blind but those who know the wind, the leaves, the earth, the words and the actions, to them; all becomes clear. Born within beneath their giant bows was Layla Deluna, first child of Hunter Vareth the Spear and Vinna Ahwela the Wood Singer.
  
  
  Hunter Vareth was a hunter of legend, Slayer of the Khlystian Wasp King and Herald of Cure. During The Time of Plague when people were falling ill to an unknown disease, at first they had thought it poison come from the frozen snakes of Schnee Palast; some sort of villainous plot to cull them and make them week. However, their people had been suffering of the same illness contracted through touch of traders and merchants and spreading quickly. Neither Medical Knowledge nor Magical could help them, all seemed lost until a mage discovered through use of clairvoyance that their salvation lay in the poison of the Khlystian Wasp King's Stinger. For months, one hunter after another went in search of the Wasp King. Some returned unable to find him others didn't even make it back. Finally the guild became so desperate they had to start sending in Guild Pages and Guild Scrubs. Among the first to volunteer was Vareth Deluna.
  
  
  Unsure where to begin, Vareth was stumped already, had it not been for his own father's advice to see the Fortuneteller he might never have even left the town. The Fortuneteller told him the way to the Wasp King's Hive; "Over Cold River, past Black Stone Drop and into The Wild Forest. Follow the buzzing sound and eventually he will find you." The Fortuneteller explained, an air of mystery about him. With his path laid out before him, Vareth set out into the Titanic Treetops. His journey was quick, not three days long, first came Cold River, aptly name for it's ice cold waters, it was also named for bringing ice cold death to those unwary enough to try crossing it without a bridge. Unfortunately the bridge was three miles up river, two far out of his way, people were dying, a three day journey was too long already. He forded the river as best he could, though h was swept from his feet three times and almost drowned the last. Beyond Blackstone Drop he walked, there were myths about that hole in the ground and he would have walked the long way through Narrow Pass if it weren't so urgent just to avoid the place.
  
  
  Vareth arrived in The Wild Forest, he put behind him the dark foreboding he received when walking near Blackstone Drop. After an hour jumping from giant limb to another Vareth could finally hear the buzzing he was told about. He followed the buzzing but the closer he got, the louder the noise became. By the time he got close enough to see one of the hives, the buzzing was so loud he could feel the vibrations rattling his jaw, shaking every bone in his body. He saw dark shadows cover whole swathes of earth, when he looked up he found his quarry staring down at him. There he was, the Khlystian Wasp King, hovering overhead, Vareth felt like it was emanating pure animosity towards him. The battle that ensued was a quick one, the Khlystian Wasp King descended upon Vareth, it whipped at him with its tail, the thing's stinger was practically dripping with venom. Again and again it struck unrelentingly, Vareth barely managed to keep his balance let alone fight off the speedy strikes of his flying, armoured foe.
  
  
  Jab after jab, the Wasp King hovered menacingly, it's stinger destroyed branch after branch with its powerful tail. Finally Vareth had an idea and lead the Wasp King closer to the trunk of an Irontree. Again and again the Wasp King attacked, relentlessly. It swooped from above and tried to throw him from the branches to his death from below but Vareth was nimble, agile and skilled despite his rank Vareth was already a hunter. Finally, Vareth knew it was time to make his final stand, his plan laid out before him and the Khlystian Wasp King acted accordingly. Once or twice the young warrior managed to fend of Wasp Kings attacks but they were getting faster and faster, he could barely dodge left or right with so little room. His plan however had worked, he had galled the monster into a head on charge. The Wasp King charged at full speed, its stinger held aloft for the perfect strike. Vareth waited until the very last minute before he jumped out of the way. He fell several meters, cracked a rib or two and broke an arm but the young warrior's plan held true, the Wasp King was both dazed and stuck to the trunk of the Iron Tree, its silver sap leaking from the wound and covering the King's tail. Vareth made his way up and with his good hand he took his spear and jabbed it into his foe's eye killing it.
  
  
  Vinna Ahwela, The Wood Singer. She was known for her ability to craft weapons and armour from the iron wood and its sap, she was also known for her interest and skill with machinery, she was an ingenious inventor. Unfortunately she like so many others had fallen ill to the mysterious disease, it was in fact the reason she had met Vareth in the first place. Like a hero of fables he came crashing into her home, he and others were administering the cure necessary to save those infected by the plague. Runners had already been sent to The Blizzard Peak Expanses. Unfortunately, unlike the others Vinna didn't quite take to the medicine very well. She got sicker and sicker every day but every Vareth was with her, tending to her.
  
  
  Their love blossomed like the blooms of an Irontree, silver, ethereal, beautiful. As a token of his love, Vareth bequeathed to Vinna the trophy of his battle against the Khlystian Wasp King; its stinger, coated in Irontree sap. Vinna took the gift and as a project she began working on it, shaping it for a future use. Not two years later they had wed, Vinna was with child and Vareth had just been appointed Guild Knight. Their luck was the talk of the town, the pair of them made a handsome couple. 9 months later Layla was born, her skin dark as bark and smooth as silk, she was beauty even as an infant. In commemoration Vinna crafted her daughter a spear, she named it Nuada; after a long dead prince who once spent his entire life in protection of his love.
  
  
  When Layla turned six, tragedy struck, her mother while making a trip to The Wold Forest was killed along with her escort; Vareth. Reports placed them both at Black Stone Drop, which is where their tracks were said to have lead and ended. Layla was taken in by the guild, her father's deeds would ensure her survival but she became one of the youngest people to ever gain membership to Elfenstreik. Her rise to the top was meteoric, she was 22 by the time she'd made Guild Maiden and only recently appointed to Sub Befehl after her predecessor had retired. Many of her missions remain classified, reported verbally forgotten immediately.
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  Weapons/Equipment:
  
  
  Nuada:
  
  
  A spear engineered by her mother, it is retractable, it is also compatible with poisons or liquid magics that give it extra effects.
  
  
  Grappling Hook.
  
  
  Climbing gear.
  
  
  Irontree vambraces and shin guards.
  
  
  Vial of poison.
  
  
  Other:
  
  
  (Primarily quirks that set your character apart. Flaws/Strengths. Weaknesses/Phobias. Y'know, stuff like that)

 

[Delta]

@ninbinz Layla Deluna is accepted! Nin I can't express to you how much I love your ability to write, my friend. Thank you.

 

[ninbinz]

-blushes profusely- Now now, my ego is engorged enough as it is.

 

[Sabrina]

Name: Reine/ Death Blossom


Age: 27


Rank: Advanced Keim


Class: Weapon-master


Location: Indefinite


Guild: Schnee Maiden


Personality:


Reine is a very soft-spoken and reticent individual, with a heavy emphasis on individual. Very rarely does Reine ask for the assistance of others for help on a mission, and it should be an omen of horrible things to come if the Death Blossom comes a-knocking. However, she will never turn down a helping hand or a raised sword, be it for mere company or a friendly battle. Reine is a prime candidate for a training session, as she is one of the few known warriors to be disciplined with a myriad of weapons. Like a good handful of Guildmembers, she is always hungry for a battle, and has never been known to turn an eager duelist down. The Death Blossom very rarely loses a fight, and when is not the victor, her stellar performance can hardly be considered 'losing'.


Appearance:

Spoiler

History:


Not much can be said about Reine the Blossom of Death, as she has never been known to reveal her past to anyone. All that is known is that Reine was abandoned at birth, and was found as a wool-covered cradled infant on the stone steps in front of the colossal Schnee Maiden Guild doors. The woven patterns of the soft wood that made up her crib were so intricate and foreign to the style of any other weavers in the area that Reine was theorized to have come from a different land other than New Wahrheit. This theory was even furthered when the silent babe grew up to be an extremely mature child of 8, and started her surprisingly-early Page training under the wing of the beloved Baynard Lochbuster, who had just begun his duty as Paladin Commander General. She would never hear it from the man himself, but villagers and those who witnessed him at a young age told tales to the lass of how the boy easily could have run the Guild at 13. This fueled Reine to try her best, though she kept the excited determination hidden within her, and covered it with an expressionless mask. Baynard displayed to his very first apprentice a large rack of varied weapons, and to start things off, Reine indifferently grabbed a short sword, not bothering giving it a test swing or two before facing her Mentor, who had a brightly shimmering red sword unsheathed and in the defensive stance. Baynard noted how comfortable his apprentice seemed holding the standard sword, and how she seemed to have analyzed a good amount of detail from it just in the few seconds she held it; Reine noted her mentor had one of two blades unsheathed, the second one was in its ornate scabbard at the Paladin Commander General's side. Reine mimicked his stance almost perfectly, and Baynard acknowledged this with an impressed smile before he himself charged the armed-youth. The girl looked up at her superior with her analytic amaranth pink eyes as the two locked swords. However, Baynard took this instance to draw his second sword, which glimmered a beautiful blue, and proceeded to swing the flat side of the bright azure blade towards her size.


To Baynard's genuine shock and awe, the girl stopped his attack half-way with the tip of a second sword of her own, which the Paladin did not see her grab at any time. In a flash, Lochbuster appeared behind her as if he had teleported, which the young Reine did not know he could do. The mentor applauded the girl for her cunning speed, and told her that twin swords was the perfect weapon style for her to fight with. The girl looked up at Baynard and softly declined this observation. Reine walked over to the weapon rack and returned the swords to their respective slots, and turned to her Paladin mentor. "I will fight with them all, sir." Such a statement confused even the Paladin Commander General, one of the greatest fighters ever born, and he figured she meant trying to hold them all at once. This confusion was dispelled with a pearly grin of excitement and pride in his apprentice as he suddenly grasped her meaning, which was at the same time she had grasped a halberd-style polearm known as a naginata. The two sparred for several hours, each weapon Reine had effortlessly handled countered the balanced swings of Baynard's glorious swords, whose blades dazzled vibrantly with every swing and strike, as if to manifest the joy of their wielder. After each weapon was confirmed to have been demonstrated efficiently by Reine, Baynard gave his approval for her to study at the Fendor Guild Academy. Before that time, however, Baynard helped tutor Reine in the usage of her special magic, which the Paladin noted was almost like a personal void. When all was said and done, he gave her the correct inscription for a type of passage rune to channel any weapon of her choice from the void to New Wahrheit; to Reine. Baynard was proud of her intelligence as she explained to him she would put them on the palms of her hands, and would do her best to train this magic so she can equip any weapon in an instant. The Paladin Commander General placed his gloved hand on her shoulder and told her had no doubt that she could accomplsh such a legendary-worthy feat.


When Reine was about to set off to the Academy, she stood at the gate, only to be greeted by a very frantic-looking Baynard, who had slung the girl over his shoulder effortlessly, speeding through the streets to the Cathedral. The two waited outside a dimly-lit hallway, her mentor drumming his fingers on his knees in overwhelming anticipation. Reine sat next to him, calmly observing the drumming pattern of his fingers, noting that they were in a tempo that no song has ever been written in before. The wait was almost too silent for even Reine to handle, and right before Reine was about to do the impossible and start a conversation, the small chamber door slowly creaked open as an elderly priest stepped out. As if by preempted determination, the priest shuffled his old bones out from in the doorway to allow the two rushing warriors access into the room. On a luxurious bed lay the breathtakingly gorgeous Annaleise, whose face was the auspicious horizon after the scariest and harshest of storms, and cradled in her arms was a newborn baby who Reine observed to be a gift from Heaven. Baynard ran up to his family, gently kissing his wife's forehead before scooping his first son in his arms. The Paladin Commander General had shed off his formal skin, and Reine watched from the wooden chair she was sitting in as her mentor bounced on his heels in a comical jig to rock the infant, who was surprisingly silent, just like Reine herself was. The only difference was that she was kept quiet by the blowing wind, and the boy, who they named Alden, was silenced by his beautiful smile.


When she graduated from the Academy, she did not immediately return to her home. Having become at Guild Cadet at the astonishing age of 10, which had only been done a select few times in the history of the Academy, so many different job opportunities arose around Fendor that she would have been a fool not to stay at earn the gold. She finally returned to Schnee at age 16, having done so surreptitiously enough to not cause any awareness; except for Baynard, of course. When she joined her mentor in the Baynard family home, she was given the shocking news of Annaleise's unfortunate death. Baynard explained that his wife sacrificed her life to protect Alden from a savage monster attack, and Reine had no words, only looking down at 8 year old Alden Theodore Lochbuster, who was horrendously trying to draw a pair of swords. Baynard and Reine promised each other that they would eradicate as many monsters as they could for Annaleise. However, it was only a year later, when Reine easily earned the rank of Advanced Keim, that she came back to the news that Baynard Lochbuster himself was presumed dead. Of course, she would never in a thousand Generations believe such an idiotic assumption was true, and instead rushed to the house to see what had happened to Alden. A spiteful-looking villager explained to Reine as the Ad. Keim approached the burnt family house that the "monster child" was locked up in the Cathedral. It took all the restraint that Baynard had instilled into Reine to keep from discharging her entire arsenal on the woman, and instead maneuvered her way onto the tiled rooftops of the city that she was so familiar with her entire life, running from roof to roof until she reached the Schnee Cathedral.


From then on, Reine (who had then been widely known as the Blossom of Death) ascended the enormous Cathedral to check on Alden, and became thrilled when she witnessed him practicing swordsmanship with the priests, who also served as practice for Reine when she was first caught scaling the building. She knew that he would become an excellent fighter, and eagerly awaited the inevitable day when he would join the Guild, and she swore to herself and to Baynard, wherever he may be, that she would watch over the boy from shadows or in the Schnee Maiden battle area; which was pretty much the entire establishment.


After he finally did join, to Reine's internal joy, she was one of the first to greet him not as indirect family, but as a Guildbrethren; and a rival. She, along with a female who the Blossom of Death had figured was his girlfriend, would serve as the lad's sparring partners. The young Lochbuster failed to land a hit on Reine for the longest time, but she could read from every little thing he did during their battles that he was learning his mistakes, and this ensured the girl that her mentor's son would be nothing short of a legend. But before that time came, Reine the Death Blossom, and her mysterious arsenal of weaponry, would serve as a frightening force on the battlefield as man fought nature.


Weapons/Equipment:


If you can name it, Reine can fight with it, and there is a good possibility she can fight with your weapon better than you can fight with your weapon. She mainly sticks with her naginata, Ugly Betty, and a select few other weapons; such as a broadsword, two rapiers, a small battle axe and a large one, and many more that go unknown, serving their purpose and going back into Reine's void before a human eye can even begin to process her fighting.


Other:


-As a battle maniac, Reine fears absolutely no enemy, and such a mindset puts her in constant danger.


-When sparring with other Guildmembers, the Blossom of Death likes to mimic her opponent's weapon of choice and fighting stance.


-She keeps a rather-ominous looking fox mask with her at all times, albeit its purpose often differs depending on the situation. When trekking the snow, she wears it properly as to keep snow from biting her face. In the Treetops and other such places where ambush predators reside, Reine keeps the mask to the back of her head, which often intimidates said monsters, and keeps them from attacking her from the back. She also has a collection of other masks in her Guild chamber, along with the beautiful basket she was brought to her home in


-Although she is considered a Wilder mage because of her special magic, she has never yet tried using this power for anything other than weapon changing.

 

[Delta]

@Sabrina Reine the Blossom of Death is accepted! Good to have you on board, Sis~!

 

[Vitorix]

Katherine Elaine Lerkelashvor

Age: Seventeen


Rank: Sub-Befehl


Class:


Location: Schnee Palast


Guild: Schnee Maiden


Personality: Katherine is a tender individual and a woman of beauty and elegance. She is sweet and kind but fierce like a tiger born from the ashes of her enemies. Her natural skill in most assets normally cause jealousy and fights among other companions of Schnee Maiden. She is determined, loyal, observant and tentative.


Appearance:

History:


As a young girl, she thrived to see herself in the spot of glory. She intended to surpass normal goals and shoot for higher and more dangerous contracts to pick up along the way, which caused her to get into massive trouble. The mission was attained from the Guild Contract Board within seconds of being posted. Katherine's task was to deliver a letter along with rations to Scorch Plains village of Khal'Zar due to their lack of money and food. She was heading towards Blizzard Peak Expanse with the squad Holy Corps.


Just before a fork in the road when the squad was attacked by multiple individuals. She fought as best as she could but was outrun by the amount of Supplicants of Kalameet flanking her. She was eventually beat to a pulp and knocked out. No one had room to say that capturing her was an easy task. She had put up a deadly fight against her kidnappers but was surpassed. Everyone else was wiped out but her.


The intention of her kidnapping was unknown to her for the longest time. But after a little while, it came clear to her as she resided in the stone Kalameet, that she was to be made sacrifice. The girl was coated in stone, unable to breath and unable to see. The only reason she is alive today is due to the fact that her old friend Tybalt joined the rescue party in search of her squad and found himself staring at the bodies of the people, noticing that she was missing from the bunch. As it is clearly known of the sacrifices made by the Supplicants in Kalameet, he charged onward and saved her just in time.


(We could totally role play this part, where she is knocked out of the stone and whatever happens when she is saved. :'D)


Weapons/Equipment:


Katherine carries a beautifully composed katana with her. The hilt is crafted from shimmering obsidian with small skulls made of white gems that have been molded into the hilt. This sword is dangerously sharp and can cut through flesh as if it were parchment.


She also carries a bag with healing supplies, food and water.


Other: FINISHED. :c Sorry it is short. I just wanted to finish it. That, and I really want to start role playing. @Delta

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[Kiro Akira]

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Name:
Renshii Akahero


Age:


25


Rank:


(Former) Guild Keim. (Now)Rogue


Class:


Marksman


Location:


Just on the outskirts of Platim. He stays in a small cave blocked off to outsiders by a wall of ice. But, with it bordering the Blizzard Peak mountains it looks natural for it to have the ice covering the area.


Guild:


Rogue Guild Member once a part of the Jade Drills.


Personality:


Before he lost his mind? He was quiet and a little on the happy side. He didn't say much but always did what he could to help others. Now? The desert heat and it switching back and forth each time he neared his home. As well as being alone for two years have gotten to him. He's that one you want to stay away from if you come in contact with him. Your life may not be safe. Renshii is quite the maniac and enjoys messing with beasts of any kind.


Appearance:

History:

Renshii, being young never understood the separation of his mother and father so the thoughts of this haunted him for many years, at the time he was four when him and his brother split. Renshii would head with his mother off to her home town. She had taken him in an agreement that they would never meet and neither of them would have to meet again. He had been a quiet child and spent most of his time sparring against others and training dummies he set up himself. Renshii also kept to books learning what he could hoping to remove the memory of leaving his beloved brother. As time progressed and Renshii hit the teenaged years he began to take on an act of thievery for the sake of his love for guns and weapons. He would steal them from merchants and people around the town before being caught by his mother. Once caught by his mother his actions were seized and he was forced to stay in doors most of the time. He would then return to the books only to work on obtaining his knowledge in the beasts residing inside the caves.


As time passed by Renshii would join the Jade Drill team, his love for weapons assisting him in becoming a high ranked officer as he mastered the art of pistols and rifles. Three long years would pass as his title would soon reach that of Guild Keim and trained his own squad. Renshii kept the squad in check and trained them in pistols. He would do his best to keep them as perfect as can be. He ran drills with them, kept them nice and fit. Everything was perfect.


Along the third mission him and his team went on. They would go just outside of the town Platim. Renshii obtained a large egg, he kept it in his bag and away from others until it had finally hatched into a small baby ice dragon. Renshii kept the dragon by his side at all times, through missions and just for fun when wandering about town.


Everything flowed perfectly for an entire year and fit perfectly with life to Renshii. Until one final mission in the squad. That mission had been quite daring as they were asked to clear a small group of dragon spiders that were attempting to make a nest close by. Renshii led the squad perfectly and marked them all to die executing things as well as possible, until one of the members decided they were able to take them alone. Renshii would quickly chase after the squad member only to watch the boy be engulfed by one of the larger ones. The squad would only leave the dragon spiders with the boy and leave everyone aborting the mission.


Two months had gone by since that final mission before Renshii had decided he wasn't fit for a guild if he could not keep his own safe. In this decision he would pack his things up only to leave the town in the middle of the night. He hated this but knew he should not be a part of something he felt he could not protect

Weapons/Equipment:


Two pistols (As advanced as the Jade Drills I think flint lock is most advanced.) And a rifle with a small telescope attached to the top giving it the looks of a makeshift sniper rifle


Other:


Strengths:


He's been out in the desert for years, he knows his way around.


Living out in the desert he has learned how to make traps and set them up where he wants in the desert.


He has a baby pet Ice Dragon named Silver


Weaknesses:


He hates the giant spiders. Not to fond of those things.


He's decent at hand to hand combat but not really good


His dragon being touched. He hates when people mess with or hurt his dragon


Dislikes people, doesn't do perfect in a crowd.


Dragon:


Name:


Silver


Size:


Somewhere between a small dog and a medium sized dog


Age:


Newborn, only been out of the egg for 5 years


Abilities:


Frost Breath? Has the ability to shoot ice out of it's mouth and give a light coat of ice over anything he wishes.


Fireball: Very small, no bigger then a baseball, general use is to make fires for a fire place


Other:


@Highly Unorthodox

Name:Jack Morgan


Age:27


Rank:Captain


Class:


Basic Pirate?


Location:


The Sea, somewhere in the middle and heading for the docks.


Guild:


None Yet.


Personality:


Enjoys having fun with people. Messing with them and watching them freak out. When anyone harms anyone on his crew, do be careful of his pistol. He will shoot without notice and drink a bottle of rum while doing it.


Appearance:

History:


Jack Morgan was born as the son of a sailor and a young woman from the town of Lavendale


The town was always filled with pirates of all sorts, naval ships. Just about anything you can


imagine, if it was on a ship it had been to the town. The town of Lavendale was just off the


Western coast of a distant island. It took in resources and traded them right back off for more only


keeping partial sections of the resources for them selves. Jack as a kid always followed his


mother while she worked in the Tavern, he always stood by to listen to the great stories the


pirates told. He loved hearing about the ocean. As he got older he even engaged in conversation


with the pirates, he never had stories to told but enjoyed talking to them hearing about the adventures they would go on. When Jack reached the age of 16 he left Lavendale to travel with a pirate group on a ship known at the time as the great Kurosora, or in english terms blacksky. He worked his way to the title of advisor of the captian. Two years went by before they ran into a larger ship which attacked the ship. They took most of the ship's goods including the gold from each of the pirates, as well as killing the captain. Jack then pushed his attention to the broken boat and fallen crew now taking the status as Captain. After two long years Jack had formed a new crew to mix with the old and a much larger ship naming this one Kuromun. The name came from the name of the last ship, Jack had only changed the name slightly now making it the black moon rather then the black sky. He now sails upon the seas searching for new crew along with obtaining gold and riches of the world.


Weapons/Equipment: Dual flint lock pistols and a dual swords.


Other:

Crew Members:

Henry:


Henry is the assistant of the ship, he runs the boat when


Jack simply doesn't feel like doing so. Henry specializes


in throwing daggers and knives, he is also very well with


acrobatics which gives him an edge when he wishes to hop


between ships when in battle or chasing someone through crowds


His personality is very calm and relaxing he enjoys company and


taking care of another crew member named Squirt.


Appearance:

Squirt:


The youngest of the group, he's only just turned 18 and like


Jack he joined the pirates at a young age, he worked with a angry


chef who threatened to chop off his hand and the captain before


Jack over heard the ruckus and took Squirt with him to clear him


from the angry chef, Squirt is very childish in a sense and


only 5' tall, he's pretty much a loli type person. His speciality is


cooking really and fighting terms, he does pretty good with his


cutting utensils or a pistol


Appearance:

Black cloth pants, no shoes normally and a light grey cloth shirt.


His hair is a beach blonde colour, giving him the appearance of a young


teen if needed.

Daniel & Hect:


About the dumbest or average pirates you can meet they waste


the money they receive from the captain by spending it


on stupid things, generally a woman for the night.


If they aren't wasting money on women it's being wasted


on alcohol of some sort and food. They specialize in basic


sword fighting and such, nothing really special


Appearance:

Daniel wears a rad and white striped outfit,


bandanna and a red striped shirt, his pants


are a torn up black cloth. Shaved head and such.


Hect is the same appearance as Daniel yet he wears a


blue outfit rather then a red outfit. They could be


considered twins if they wore the same outfit

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@Highly Unorthodox

Johnny:


The oddest one of the bunch. He sits back and stays away from


everyone if he can. He generally does what he's asked and goes


back to the lower decks to sleep and count his share of gold he never


spends, generally saves it up for new weapons when he needs


them. He specializes in heavy weapons normally a sword but


will settle for an axe or something if need be.


Appearance:

His outfit is a basic ripped up black outfit, and no shoes.


His hair is Pretty long when he doesn't decide he wants it cut. When he cuts it, it's generally


as short as you could get when out at sea. He generally carries his broad sword on his back.

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[Delta]

@Highly Unorthodox Katherine Elaine Lerkelashvor is accepted. I hope you have fun, and I thank you deeply for joining. I award you with all the lindor chocolates your wondrous heart desires~!

 

[Kiro Akira]

Delty o: We're starting this up again?

 

[Croissant]

Um this has always been up..? Have you not seen the active rp thread @Kiro Akira

 

[Kiro Akira]

It went down before O_o from what I remember, but I'll be joining back into it soon enough