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Hi everyone! This is the thread for character sheets for The Golden Road rp. Here are the links to the rp itself and the interest check
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Here is the character sheet for my main OC.
Name: Joko Song
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Joko has a commanding stature of 6'1", his body displaying the lean, toned muscles of a disciplined warrior. His skin bears a natural tan, suggesting a life led largely outdoors. His facial features are sharp and defined, with deep-set hawk-like eyes that carry a watchful intensity and jet black, worn unkept and flowing like flames- each which he inherited from his mother's side. These frame a face that boasts a strong roman nose and a square jaw he inherited from his father. The stubble across his chin adds a ruggedness to his appearance. His attire is a mix of practicality and tradition meant for traveling—a muted earth toned haori over simple garments. He wears leather bracers and, on his back, an ebony scabbard that houses his hwandudao, its hilt wrapped in black and the guard designed to resemble a radiant sun.
Swordsmanship"Slow to draw but quick to strike"Hanwon is a blade that was made to kill. Its wounds will never heal and seep the life force of whoever it strikes. The souls of those it killed will be traped in the blade- becoming fuel for it to gain strength. Because of this, Joko must pick and choose his battles carefully- from the moment he draws his sword he is resolved that the combat will either end in the death of his foe or himself. He is a naturally kindhearted man and will attempt to resolve conflict through any means necessary before resorting to combat- any death he feels could have him been avoided brings him great sorrow. He is burdened by the power over life that his blade provides him, yet he remains steadfast and determined. It is the duty of a king to bear the weight of those he cuts down on his path to the throne- Hanwon reflects this and grows in strength every time it tastes blood- though the gravity of every death seems to darken Joko's eyes a shade and shrink his smile. Due to his hate for violence and wielding his sword, Joko seeks to end combat as quickly as possible. His fighting style is stunningly quick and ruthlessly aggressive. On his own he has mastered Iaido techniques of the quickdraw attack, and through the few victories he has claimed thus far, gained some of the swordsmanship talents of those he struck down. Throughout the story, with every victory, Joko will gain a strength (whether it be a slight physical buff or minor magic), as the sword will grow alongside him to become the terrifying weapon fit for only a king who understands the gravity of carrying it.
rp:
Fantasy - The Golden Road
On this day- the same as many before- Joko found himself a solitary traveler. Though road beneath his feet had once been filled joyful travelers, those memories of better times had been washed away long before today’s rain. It had been little more than a fortnight since he had set upon this...
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Fantasy - A Quest for the Shimmering City (accepting 2 more)
Hello! I grew up as a big fan of The Hobbit and LOTR and am interested in doing an rp about a story with a similar feel to those. I originally planned on using the same setting as the stories, but I believe what makes the books great is how perfectly creative all the settings are for the story...
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Here is the character sheet for my main OC.
Name: Joko Song
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Joko has a commanding stature of 6'1", his body displaying the lean, toned muscles of a disciplined warrior. His skin bears a natural tan, suggesting a life led largely outdoors. His facial features are sharp and defined, with deep-set hawk-like eyes that carry a watchful intensity and jet black, worn unkept and flowing like flames- each which he inherited from his mother's side. These frame a face that boasts a strong roman nose and a square jaw he inherited from his father. The stubble across his chin adds a ruggedness to his appearance. His attire is a mix of practicality and tradition meant for traveling—a muted earth toned haori over simple garments. He wears leather bracers and, on his back, an ebony scabbard that houses his hwandudao, its hilt wrapped in black and the guard designed to resemble a radiant sun.
Bio: "When you reach the end of the golden road, where its edge overlooks the sea, look east to the mountains under the light of dawn and you may glimpse the entrance of the shimmering city, Esolu." By many, this was thought to be nothing more than a fable- a false dream to motivate merchants into traveling along the golden road and spread trade across the lands. But to an experienced traveler, there was evidence of Esolu's existence. Whether it be a piece of clothing made of a heavenly silky-soft material or a mouthwatering dish served with the most delectable combination of spices. Whenever someone experienced bliss from a material object, it was an echo of Esolu's impact.
At the heart of this deified trade capital dwelled a noble king. He ruled with a gentle fist and was beloved by all of the city's residents. He had nine children, the youngest of which was a daughter of 24. She was Joko's mother, and while she may have been the lowest status member of the royal family, she was beloved by all for her charitable works. Joko's father, was an explorer employed by a poverty-stricken kingdom on the opposite end of the continent. His quest was to reach Esolu and return with as many riches as he could so that their kingdom might prosper. However, upon reaching the city he fell in love with the princess, and he planned to stay there forever.
He saw a few years of continued prosperity in Esolu. It was quite remarkable, they seemed to flourish on free trade and goodwill alone. He learned that long ago the first king was a mighty swordsman who commanded a great army. He had established the city as a safe haven for people from unjust rulers and requested sorcerers to create a magical veil that concealed the land from any ill-intentioned intruders. However, that was many years ago and the magic was beginning to fade...
The autumnal festival was normally a joyous day. The royal family put on a huge feast for the public where they would gather outside one last time before the cold seasons. For Joko's parents, it was an especially thrilling day because after five years of being together and a year of marriage, it was also the day they would welcome their son. The festival was as extravagant and fun as it had been every year prior. Children played games, the elderly told tales, and everyone feasted to their heart's content. There was singing, drinking, and dancing into the late hours of the night, and when everyone sat down to watch the fireworks that was when tragedy struck.
From a distant land emerged a dark ruler- a shogun motivated by greed. Whether it be for strength, food, lust, or wealth- he was never satisfied. He had spent years searching for the fabled city, and when he happened to meet the dissatisfied 6th child of the royal family, he was quick to promise to make her his first wife in exchange for the location of her home. Some didn't even realize they were under siege at first, after all, an enemy attack had never occurred throughout the entire history of the nation. Illuminated by the flash of the fireworks, a ruthless army of soldiers and beasts raided the city, leaving no survivors outside the royal family. The once beautiful city was stained crimson, matching the colors of the autumnal leaves. In the aftermath of the massacre, the new shogun, drunk on his conquest, offered the surviving members of the royal family an ultimatum – to serve under his rule or face death. The noble king, steadfast in his principles, refused to bend the knee to such tyranny. His defiance sealed the fate of his family; they were to be executed with their own ancestral sword, a symbol of their once-great legacy, now turned against them in the ultimate betrayal.
Amidst this turmoil, Joko's father, a man of courage and wit, managed to escape the clutches of the dark shogun thanks to a diversion created by his wife. Cradling his newborn son, he fled into the night, his heart heavy with the loss of his beloved wife and the destruction of the city he had grown to love. His journey back along the Golden Road was fraught with peril, as he evaded the shogun's scouts and braved the wilderness using the little he had
After months of travel, with the infant Joko in his arms, he finally reached his home kingdom. But rather than a hero's welcome, he was met with suspicion and scorn. The kingdom, ravaged by poverty and despair during his absence, viewed him as a deserter, a man who had abandoned his quest for personal gain. In a tragic twist of fate, the very people he had once sought to save turned against him. Accused of treachery, he was executed at the gates of the city he had once called home.
However, fate had a different plan for young Joko. As the orphaned child lay crying by the body of his father, a kindly woman from the village, moved by compassion, took him into her arms. She raised Joko as her own, instilling in him the virtues of kindness and resilience. Unbeknownst to Joko, the blood of a noble lineage flowed through his veins, and the spirit of a city lost to legend lingered in his heart.
Thirteen years had passed since the shogun's conquest, and the once-glorious Golden Road became a shadow of its former self- it's once bustling trails now barren. Kingdoms, isolated and fearful, fortified their borders against the lurking evils unleashed by the shogun. Trade and camaraderie between lands withered like the leaves in winter. Esolu, the city of dreams, had been reduced to a desolate haven for crows, feasting on the remnants of a forgotten prosperity.
In this bleak landscape, a peculiar crow, drawn by the allure of the familial blade of Joko's lineage, landed upon the cursed sword. This action, seemingly innocuous, catapulted the crow into a spirit realm, where the vengeful souls of Joko's ancestors resided. These spirits, bound by their thirst for vengeance, struck a pact with the crow: in exchange for elevating it to divine status, the crow was to guide the last of their blood to reclaim his birthright as king.
The blade, now cursed by the tormented souls, was entrusted to the crow. To bear this solemn weapon, the crow miraculously grew a third leg, granting it the strength to carry the sword. It flew to Joko, revealing its newfound ability to communicate and conveying the weighty responsibility he unknowingly bore.
Joko, initially overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events and the enormous burden placed upon his young shoulders, was hesitant. However, the crow, now his mentor, imparted a crucial lesson: the inherent burden and blessing of responsibility. It showed Joko the heart-wrenching reality of a world suffering under the shogun's tyranny, stirring a sense of duty within him. The crow's words rang true: inaction in the face of evil was tantamount to complicity.
The Crow told him the name of the blade, "Hanwon" had two different interpretations. It could either mean the origin of suffering, or the root of inspiration. Wounds inflicted by the sword would never stop bleeding- a single cut would prove fatal. It was a weapon fit for training a king- as violence was only to be resorted to when the gravity of the situation called for it as absolutely necessary. Under the crow's guidance, Joko embarked on rigorous training in swordsmanship, mastering the art while understanding the dire consequences of each stroke of the cursed blade. His training was not merely physical but also a journey of moral and spiritual growth, preparing him to wield power judiciously.
Now, as Joko approached his golden birthday, the age of 23, he stood at the precipice of his epic adventure. The time had come for him to step out into the world, a world teeming with danger and darkness, yet also holding the promise of redemption and restoration. With the crow by his side, the legacy of Esolu in his heart, and the cursed sword in his hand, Joko was ready to embark on a journey that would test his mettle, challenge his beliefs, and grow into the title of king the land is waiting for him to reclaim.
At the heart of this deified trade capital dwelled a noble king. He ruled with a gentle fist and was beloved by all of the city's residents. He had nine children, the youngest of which was a daughter of 24. She was Joko's mother, and while she may have been the lowest status member of the royal family, she was beloved by all for her charitable works. Joko's father, was an explorer employed by a poverty-stricken kingdom on the opposite end of the continent. His quest was to reach Esolu and return with as many riches as he could so that their kingdom might prosper. However, upon reaching the city he fell in love with the princess, and he planned to stay there forever.
He saw a few years of continued prosperity in Esolu. It was quite remarkable, they seemed to flourish on free trade and goodwill alone. He learned that long ago the first king was a mighty swordsman who commanded a great army. He had established the city as a safe haven for people from unjust rulers and requested sorcerers to create a magical veil that concealed the land from any ill-intentioned intruders. However, that was many years ago and the magic was beginning to fade...
The autumnal festival was normally a joyous day. The royal family put on a huge feast for the public where they would gather outside one last time before the cold seasons. For Joko's parents, it was an especially thrilling day because after five years of being together and a year of marriage, it was also the day they would welcome their son. The festival was as extravagant and fun as it had been every year prior. Children played games, the elderly told tales, and everyone feasted to their heart's content. There was singing, drinking, and dancing into the late hours of the night, and when everyone sat down to watch the fireworks that was when tragedy struck.
From a distant land emerged a dark ruler- a shogun motivated by greed. Whether it be for strength, food, lust, or wealth- he was never satisfied. He had spent years searching for the fabled city, and when he happened to meet the dissatisfied 6th child of the royal family, he was quick to promise to make her his first wife in exchange for the location of her home. Some didn't even realize they were under siege at first, after all, an enemy attack had never occurred throughout the entire history of the nation. Illuminated by the flash of the fireworks, a ruthless army of soldiers and beasts raided the city, leaving no survivors outside the royal family. The once beautiful city was stained crimson, matching the colors of the autumnal leaves. In the aftermath of the massacre, the new shogun, drunk on his conquest, offered the surviving members of the royal family an ultimatum – to serve under his rule or face death. The noble king, steadfast in his principles, refused to bend the knee to such tyranny. His defiance sealed the fate of his family; they were to be executed with their own ancestral sword, a symbol of their once-great legacy, now turned against them in the ultimate betrayal.
Amidst this turmoil, Joko's father, a man of courage and wit, managed to escape the clutches of the dark shogun thanks to a diversion created by his wife. Cradling his newborn son, he fled into the night, his heart heavy with the loss of his beloved wife and the destruction of the city he had grown to love. His journey back along the Golden Road was fraught with peril, as he evaded the shogun's scouts and braved the wilderness using the little he had
After months of travel, with the infant Joko in his arms, he finally reached his home kingdom. But rather than a hero's welcome, he was met with suspicion and scorn. The kingdom, ravaged by poverty and despair during his absence, viewed him as a deserter, a man who had abandoned his quest for personal gain. In a tragic twist of fate, the very people he had once sought to save turned against him. Accused of treachery, he was executed at the gates of the city he had once called home.
However, fate had a different plan for young Joko. As the orphaned child lay crying by the body of his father, a kindly woman from the village, moved by compassion, took him into her arms. She raised Joko as her own, instilling in him the virtues of kindness and resilience. Unbeknownst to Joko, the blood of a noble lineage flowed through his veins, and the spirit of a city lost to legend lingered in his heart.
Thirteen years had passed since the shogun's conquest, and the once-glorious Golden Road became a shadow of its former self- it's once bustling trails now barren. Kingdoms, isolated and fearful, fortified their borders against the lurking evils unleashed by the shogun. Trade and camaraderie between lands withered like the leaves in winter. Esolu, the city of dreams, had been reduced to a desolate haven for crows, feasting on the remnants of a forgotten prosperity.
In this bleak landscape, a peculiar crow, drawn by the allure of the familial blade of Joko's lineage, landed upon the cursed sword. This action, seemingly innocuous, catapulted the crow into a spirit realm, where the vengeful souls of Joko's ancestors resided. These spirits, bound by their thirst for vengeance, struck a pact with the crow: in exchange for elevating it to divine status, the crow was to guide the last of their blood to reclaim his birthright as king.
The blade, now cursed by the tormented souls, was entrusted to the crow. To bear this solemn weapon, the crow miraculously grew a third leg, granting it the strength to carry the sword. It flew to Joko, revealing its newfound ability to communicate and conveying the weighty responsibility he unknowingly bore.
Joko, initially overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events and the enormous burden placed upon his young shoulders, was hesitant. However, the crow, now his mentor, imparted a crucial lesson: the inherent burden and blessing of responsibility. It showed Joko the heart-wrenching reality of a world suffering under the shogun's tyranny, stirring a sense of duty within him. The crow's words rang true: inaction in the face of evil was tantamount to complicity.
The Crow told him the name of the blade, "Hanwon" had two different interpretations. It could either mean the origin of suffering, or the root of inspiration. Wounds inflicted by the sword would never stop bleeding- a single cut would prove fatal. It was a weapon fit for training a king- as violence was only to be resorted to when the gravity of the situation called for it as absolutely necessary. Under the crow's guidance, Joko embarked on rigorous training in swordsmanship, mastering the art while understanding the dire consequences of each stroke of the cursed blade. His training was not merely physical but also a journey of moral and spiritual growth, preparing him to wield power judiciously.
Now, as Joko approached his golden birthday, the age of 23, he stood at the precipice of his epic adventure. The time had come for him to step out into the world, a world teeming with danger and darkness, yet also holding the promise of redemption and restoration. With the crow by his side, the legacy of Esolu in his heart, and the cursed sword in his hand, Joko was ready to embark on a journey that would test his mettle, challenge his beliefs, and grow into the title of king the land is waiting for him to reclaim.
