Darrian_Gabriel
Sicarii Assassin
Young children who witness their parents get slaughtered in front of them, tend to block out such a traumatic event.
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Young children who witness their parents get slaughtered in front of them, tend to block out such a traumatic event.
Ace Cream
Frozen Pooppy
Or become vengeful.
ArchAngelLexi
Mostly void, partially stars
Height: 5'7"
Age: 25
Physical Appearance: Raina is a tall, slender woman with light muscle definition. She has long, dark hair which is usually kept in a braid. While at a first glance she may seem gentle and weak, there's a deadly determination in her eyes. Most find her appearance to be beautiful and enchanting; with her clear complexion and soft features. Her movement can be described as poised yet graceful. Her typical attire is dancer garbs which are black with red accents.
Tribe: The Letifer
Weapon(s): Raina is capable of wielding most weapons with at least base level proficiency. She is moderately proficient with both the bow and sword.
Her signature weapons are long, sharp, metal claws on her fingers as well as on her feet, fashioned into a high heel like design.
when her and her siblings were separated from their family during the revolt Raina had ended up at the doorstep of a random poor family. They had taken her in and raised her up until she turned 7. Times were hard and money was tight, and Raina's attitude and demands of nice things pushed the couple to the edge. They sold her to a cruel tribe known for killing and their abusive ways. Here Raina was taught to fight and kill. Despite the hard, borderline torturous, training she endured she came out stronger and more sure of herself in the end.
One of the only strong bonds she was able to form in the clan is with one one of the elders, a grisled old woman who was rough around the edges. When Raina had been sold to the tribe the old woman was the one in charge of the care of Raina. When Raina was in her teens she tried to teach her illusion magic but Raina was a dunce when it came to magic. The only skill Raina was able to learn was a passive aura magic that would make those of weaker resolve trust her more easily. The woman also passed on her weapons to Raina, the clawed weapons which became one of Raina's favorite weapons. While the 2 would never say they loved each other, their bond and mutual respect was a testament to their closeness.
Raina soon became revered as one of the most efficient assassins in the tribe. She would be hired to perform her dance, her specialty being a sword dance, and when the target had their guard down and alone she would off them. One thing she genuinely enjoyed was dancing, sometimes she'd fo perform to make some extra money for herself. She takes joy in buying lavish jewelry and has a proclivity for always getting her way.
Worthlessplebian
Worthless pleb
Nice, I like her
ArchAngelLexi
Mostly void, partially stars
Thank you!
Darrian_Gabriel
Sicarii Assassin
Name: Alder Captain of the Ocean’s Storm
Height: 6'
Age: 23
(Please note that although you cannot see it there is a birthmark on his chest where it meets the shoulder in the shape of a spade)
Tribe: Harcoves
Weapon(s): Well versed in sword play from his sea travels, Alder is as skilled with knives as well as hand to hand combat. He can use spears, though isn’t as proficient, and even knows how to fight with long weapons such as ropes. His main weapons are a cutlass and some knives, one hidden in each boot and one on his belt.
Special Abilities/Powers: One of Alder’s special talents is his ability to adapt to situations in battle, seeing ways to disarm or trick the enemy, within mere seconds, as well as learning that surviving a is a sign of victory, so he doesn't mind playing dirty. He is also very good at throwing knives with amazing accuracy. For some reason animals are also drawn toward him and are usually calmer when in his presence.
Bio: Lyam was the youngest child of the king when he was slain, only a few months old when it happened. While the chaos was going on, he was taken by his wet-nurse and made her way to the port. Convincing the captain that the child was hers, she sailed across the Tethis Sea, eventually making her way to a port town on the Scartarris Ocean, spending the next year taking care of Lyam. However she was always careful to keep him as hidden as she could, out of fear he’d be killed if found, until she could make her way to where his mother had been exiled to. One night just as she was trying to find somewhere to stay, she was killed her and her things taken, the thieves unaware that the young prince was hidden.
When they got to their hideout, the 2 men bragged how easy it was to steal and kill the woman. Looking over their goods, their boss, Captain Harcove, noticed the child and killed the 2 men on the spot for sloppy work. Thinking that they could get a fair price for him, the crew set off with the intent to sell him and their goods, his 1st mate/ lover taking care of him as they sailed. As the journeyed, the captain started to feel attached to the babe, deciding to raise him in the way of sea life instead, renaming him Alder.
Alder was taught all the ways of the sea from, “The Captain” as he was always called. The rest of the crew offering their lessons as well. He spent many a year with his family, even learning some other, non-pirate skills from others when they docked such as music and playing instruments, many saying that he could’ve been famous for that if not for the life he lived. Eventually at age 20, he set off on his own, hiring his own crew and even getting a monkey Chili.
Some side notes, I chose not to include anything regarding pistols and cannons as I wasn’t sure how they fit into the world, though if they are allowed I would like to include the pistol. I can also change things around if he doesn’t seem to fit into the word for some reason.
Height: 6'
Age: 23
(Please note that although you cannot see it there is a birthmark on his chest where it meets the shoulder in the shape of a spade)
Tribe: Harcoves
Weapon(s): Well versed in sword play from his sea travels, Alder is as skilled with knives as well as hand to hand combat. He can use spears, though isn’t as proficient, and even knows how to fight with long weapons such as ropes. His main weapons are a cutlass and some knives, one hidden in each boot and one on his belt.
Special Abilities/Powers: One of Alder’s special talents is his ability to adapt to situations in battle, seeing ways to disarm or trick the enemy, within mere seconds, as well as learning that surviving a is a sign of victory, so he doesn't mind playing dirty. He is also very good at throwing knives with amazing accuracy. For some reason animals are also drawn toward him and are usually calmer when in his presence.
Bio: Lyam was the youngest child of the king when he was slain, only a few months old when it happened. While the chaos was going on, he was taken by his wet-nurse and made her way to the port. Convincing the captain that the child was hers, she sailed across the Tethis Sea, eventually making her way to a port town on the Scartarris Ocean, spending the next year taking care of Lyam. However she was always careful to keep him as hidden as she could, out of fear he’d be killed if found, until she could make her way to where his mother had been exiled to. One night just as she was trying to find somewhere to stay, she was killed her and her things taken, the thieves unaware that the young prince was hidden.
When they got to their hideout, the 2 men bragged how easy it was to steal and kill the woman. Looking over their goods, their boss, Captain Harcove, noticed the child and killed the 2 men on the spot for sloppy work. Thinking that they could get a fair price for him, the crew set off with the intent to sell him and their goods, his 1st mate/ lover taking care of him as they sailed. As the journeyed, the captain started to feel attached to the babe, deciding to raise him in the way of sea life instead, renaming him Alder.
Alder was taught all the ways of the sea from, “The Captain” as he was always called. The rest of the crew offering their lessons as well. He spent many a year with his family, even learning some other, non-pirate skills from others when they docked such as music and playing instruments, many saying that he could’ve been famous for that if not for the life he lived. Eventually at age 20, he set off on his own, hiring his own crew and even getting a monkey Chili.
Some side notes, I chose not to include anything regarding pistols and cannons as I wasn’t sure how they fit into the world, though if they are allowed I would like to include the pistol. I can also change things around if he doesn’t seem to fit into the word for some reason.
Ace Cream
Frozen Pooppy
Name: Belladona, The Mist Warden
Height: 5'6
Age: 24
Physical Appearance:
Bell is a woman with average but athletic build. Usually seen with the gray cloak that hides her figure. She poses dull brown eyes and shabby long silver hair.
Tribe: Mistborn, a tribe of druidic nomads that travel in small groups. Known to summon mist to hide their presence and will warn nearby settlements if they find a dangerous beast wandering nearby.
Weapon(s):
Bell was the seventh child of the king, after the invasion the one year old Belladona was eventually found by a wandering ranger named Gunther. He was a member of the Mistborn who just happened to be passing by. Gunther was never good with kids, even more with baby. He thought of just leaving her in front of an orphanage and be done but he couldn't do that and eventually adopted her as his own daughter.
Gunther was never good with kids, how many times he lashed out towards her during their time together? Still, he eventually warmed up and teached the little Bell the only thing he proclaimed to be good at, surviving. Belladona grew to be an excellent Mistborn ranger.
Their life seems to be getting better, but nothing good last forever. The Edesa Marshland, the sacred ground of the Mistborn was attacked by a rampaging great dragon. A big exodus happened as the Mistborns from all over the land was called to fight the dragon, Gunther and Bell were included. It took them a lot of sacrifices until they're able to defeat the dragon, unfortunately Gunther became one of the casualties in the battle. Now its Bell's turn to continue the journey alone.
Height: 5'6
Age: 24
Physical Appearance:
Bell is a woman with average but athletic build. Usually seen with the gray cloak that hides her figure. She poses dull brown eyes and shabby long silver hair.
Tribe: Mistborn, a tribe of druidic nomads that travel in small groups. Known to summon mist to hide their presence and will warn nearby settlements if they find a dangerous beast wandering nearby.
Weapon(s):
- Long Bow: Used to be Gunther's bow. A bow which he claimed to be made from a branch of the World Tree. It's able to keep growing by channeling magic into it.
- Special Arrows: Some of her arrows are made from monster parts, granting it special properties like combustion, poison, paralyze, etc.
- Short sword
- Axe, knifes, traps and many other stuffs. Usually carried by Carrion.
- Mistborn Ranger: Bell was an excellent ranger. Able to shoot accurately even when her vision is hindered by her own mist.
- Druidic Mist Magic: Bell is able to conjure a thick mist in a large area. It's more effective at night and in a cold area.
- Carrion: A donkey with a disfigured face. Pretty strong and smart for a donkey.
Bell was the seventh child of the king, after the invasion the one year old Belladona was eventually found by a wandering ranger named Gunther. He was a member of the Mistborn who just happened to be passing by. Gunther was never good with kids, even more with baby. He thought of just leaving her in front of an orphanage and be done but he couldn't do that and eventually adopted her as his own daughter.
Gunther was never good with kids, how many times he lashed out towards her during their time together? Still, he eventually warmed up and teached the little Bell the only thing he proclaimed to be good at, surviving. Belladona grew to be an excellent Mistborn ranger.
Their life seems to be getting better, but nothing good last forever. The Edesa Marshland, the sacred ground of the Mistborn was attacked by a rampaging great dragon. A big exodus happened as the Mistborns from all over the land was called to fight the dragon, Gunther and Bell were included. It took them a lot of sacrifices until they're able to defeat the dragon, unfortunately Gunther became one of the casualties in the battle. Now its Bell's turn to continue the journey alone.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
Is there still a spot ?
Darrian_Gabriel
Sicarii Assassin
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
just a warning, my character is gonna be interesting.
Worthlessplebian
Worthless pleb
... Interesting, how exactly?
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
Name: Balik, Son of Darkir The Tormented
Height: 6’1
Age:31
Physical Appearance: Balik is a stocky, well built bastard. His face is littered with cuts and scars with the biggest going from the top right of his forehead down to his mid-cheek. Long shaggy and disheveled hair covers his tormented face which is stuck with a permanent grin. A thick black beard covers his jawline. His beard, which is usually tied in a knot, goes down to his upper stomach. His skin is a stark white, which is covered with thick hair. Darkened leather armor covers up all the cuts and burns all on his body. Dark bags can also be seen under his eyes from the countless nights he’s laid awake fearing the next day.
Tribe: It’s not really a tribe, more of a band of wandering cannibals.
Weapon(s):A double headed war axe, a gladius, and a composite longbow.
Special Abilities/Powers: His sense of smell is heightened.
Deadshot: With immense focus and a clear line of sight he’s able to take a shot with his bow from 100 meters away with pinpoint accuracy.
Rage: A primal rage built up from childhood, Balik is able to tap into his rage to give him strength almost inhuman.
Bio: Balik has never always been there. When he was young he would go out of the way to torment either the maid that was watching over him, or the guards that were assigned to him. His mother had feared for the safety of those around him and partially kept him away from the rest of his siblings. He would see them from time to time when he was allowed out into the courtyard. Most of the time he would be chasing animals. If they were caught he would “play” with them.
When his eldest brother and uncle unfolded their plan Balik was the last of his siblings to leave due to the fact that he was lost, having fun “playing” with his attackers. When he finally got out of the kingdom, he spent a year wandering. He was nine when he was taken by a wandering cannibal to his tribe. He was almost eaten, but thanks to his twisted mind he was able to give the cannibals a better meal. They say that young people's tears and cries to stop is torture. Balik thinks it sounds like a sweet song.
He was raised by that tribe. Taught to hunt, Balik’s mind became more dark and demented. He would catch anything and everything. He grew up good, always had a full belly and a smile on his face. He even caught a wolf and raised it. It would snap at him every now and then. He would discipline it as he saw fit. Balik was crazy, so crazy that when he was old enough he challenged his adoptive father for his throne. He lost, and out of pity Darkir had tossed him out of the tribe. He now wanders, looking for his next meal.
Height: 6’1
Age:31
Physical Appearance: Balik is a stocky, well built bastard. His face is littered with cuts and scars with the biggest going from the top right of his forehead down to his mid-cheek. Long shaggy and disheveled hair covers his tormented face which is stuck with a permanent grin. A thick black beard covers his jawline. His beard, which is usually tied in a knot, goes down to his upper stomach. His skin is a stark white, which is covered with thick hair. Darkened leather armor covers up all the cuts and burns all on his body. Dark bags can also be seen under his eyes from the countless nights he’s laid awake fearing the next day.
Tribe: It’s not really a tribe, more of a band of wandering cannibals.
Weapon(s):A double headed war axe, a gladius, and a composite longbow.
Special Abilities/Powers: His sense of smell is heightened.
Deadshot: With immense focus and a clear line of sight he’s able to take a shot with his bow from 100 meters away with pinpoint accuracy.
Rage: A primal rage built up from childhood, Balik is able to tap into his rage to give him strength almost inhuman.
Bio: Balik has never always been there. When he was young he would go out of the way to torment either the maid that was watching over him, or the guards that were assigned to him. His mother had feared for the safety of those around him and partially kept him away from the rest of his siblings. He would see them from time to time when he was allowed out into the courtyard. Most of the time he would be chasing animals. If they were caught he would “play” with them.
When his eldest brother and uncle unfolded their plan Balik was the last of his siblings to leave due to the fact that he was lost, having fun “playing” with his attackers. When he finally got out of the kingdom, he spent a year wandering. He was nine when he was taken by a wandering cannibal to his tribe. He was almost eaten, but thanks to his twisted mind he was able to give the cannibals a better meal. They say that young people's tears and cries to stop is torture. Balik thinks it sounds like a sweet song.
He was raised by that tribe. Taught to hunt, Balik’s mind became more dark and demented. He would catch anything and everything. He grew up good, always had a full belly and a smile on his face. He even caught a wolf and raised it. It would snap at him every now and then. He would discipline it as he saw fit. Balik was crazy, so crazy that when he was old enough he challenged his adoptive father for his throne. He lost, and out of pity Darkir had tossed him out of the tribe. He now wanders, looking for his next meal.
Dmitri Tolenka
Sic Semper Tyrannis
Well, someone has a serious case of the munchies.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
Like I said interesting.
Worthlessplebian
Worthless pleb
Just remember not to eat the brain, don't want to get Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease from the prions
Darrian_Gabriel
Sicarii Assassin
Dak
Character accepted...a little Hannibal Lecterish, but it works.
I think we have all we need to start. Look for an IC to be put up before the end of the night.
Dmitri Tolenka
Sic Semper Tyrannis
I'm going to update the CS post tomorrow, hope to have my own sheet ready by then as well.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
Gonna be completely honest. Wasn’t expecting I’m to be accepted. Imma roll with it tho.
Darrian_Gabriel
Sicarii Assassin
Like I said, I can see the character working. Perhaps he is rife for betrayal against his other siblings due to his unstable nature? Maybe he could be lured to Nastor's side...it creates a good dynamic for the RP.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
I might pull a little bit from family guy. He might be a little like Stevie in that he wants to kill his parent but instead of his mother I might say his father. He wanted to say he wanted to kill his dad. The power figure.
Darrian_Gabriel
Sicarii Assassin
Ok IC is up. Everyone has been tagged. Make your intro post whenever ready. Looking forward to it, let's have some fun.
Dak
Dakiest Dak their is
Are we all there? Because some the characters are wanders and nomads, and I don’t know how they would have gotten the message.
Ace Cream
Frozen Pooppy
Is this prophetess called everyone?
Darrian_Gabriel
Sicarii Assassin
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