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Post by Zeritia on Sept 27, 2017 16:02:17 GMT
Picture Reference:_Stage3.png&psig=AFQjCNFl0Na4eNwqCJbwo58jysvKlI_Tsw&ust=1506657170095795)  Alternative photo to show full length of the spear  Name: Benedictus "Ben" Tergum Age: 31 Years Old Height: 5'10 Weight: 190 Pounds Eye Color: Dark Brown Hair Color: Light Brown Gender: Male Skills: Wilderness Survival, Pole Arm Proficiency, Small Scale Tactics, Bargaining, Athletics/Acrobatics, Trap-Making, Horseback Riding, Siege-Warfare, Burglary, and Lock-Picking Personality Strengths: Oath-Keeper, Brave, Completes all contracts to the letter, Easy-going Personality Weaknesses: Hates magic, Easily gets lost by himself, Prone to demanding more money for the jobs he does, Chronic liar, attempts to make off with extra treasure when it proves profitable, Prone to insult people at the worst timing Weapon: 'Old Reliable'- An abnormally large spear with a large hiltThe same spear he's had for eleven years, three months, six weeks, and five days. To this day he still doesn't know what the spear is made of but it was shiny then so it must have been valuable...Probably gold though given the spear tips coloration, with a fine steel guard and shaft. Though he claims it's just an oddly made spear the metals that make up the composition of the spear make it innately capable of deflecting/dispelling magic, a fact he tends to keep to himself so he doesn't try to have thieves try more then they already often try to do due to it's 'Shininess' "Heh, I guess you could say Old Reliable is pretty neat...for a spear that is."Bio:Benedictus "Ben" Tergum, the self-proclaimed "Mercenary of Mediocrity". He says he's from the eastern coast of the continent but he's given different locations each time someone asks. Though his true home is on a homestead in the east, the son of a turnip farmer. There was no call from the heavens, or a tragic demise for his parents. He was kicked off the farm because of his consistent attempts to hassle out of helping his parents tend to their crops. So he checked town for possible work and lounging, granted he had no money to his name so he was turned down. So on that night, he decided to try his luck at thievery. So he broke into the blacksmith's shop to try and find some coin...he found none, granted he did find a nice looking spear and liked it enough to take it before fleeing town due to the fact he forgot that the town had guards in it.... So next he tried his luck as being a bandit, robe whatever poor fools he came across on the road. There was a caravan of merchants heading down the road he deemed suitable to attempt his banditry on, though it seems another bigger group of bandits decided to attack the same caravan. So in the ensuing Chaos "Ben" made a decision, he somehow managed to rally the guards of the caravan to repel the bandits ending the skirmish as a decisive victory for Ben and the guards. There were a few dead guards, but not enough to prove crippling to the caravan. Thus with that began a long eleven years of doing consistent mercenary work for somebody. He wasn't the best, nor was he the worst at what he did though he did have a consistent record of all jobs he completes being successes. "Ah I'm not that great, I just get the job done is all. I'm just a mediocre mercenary trying to get by in the world."
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Sept 27, 2017 18:09:04 GMT
Name(s): Dame Wassa Ainsley of Cyneburg, Master-At-Arms and Ulfednar (lit.wolf coat, fig. Champion) of Cealdmut Fort, the Dire Warg of GeFyrst Holt, the Frost Eye, the Dread Slayer, the Fangbreaker, Ornery Ainsley, Nan Wassa, formerly (in youth) the Iron Maiden Race: human Age: 67 years old Eyes: hazelnut right eye, left is blind and appears light-bluish white, a "frost eye" Hair: greying light brown Height: well over 6 feet, by some accounts brushing 7 Weight: over 20 stones Powers:
Strenghts: loyal, brave, strong willed, patient Weaknesses: stubborn, blunt, insensible Abilities: very skilled and experienced with most kinds of weapons, 1 and 2 handed swords, maces and warhammers, javelins and polearms, used to be proficient at archery but has significantly decreased since her left eye was blinded. Knows some basics of a few foreign languages. Seasoned hunter. High strength, is known to sprain limbs with her grip, break bones with bare hands, lift up people by their necks and cleave soldiers in two. Endurant and resilient, as evidenced by her numerous scars, has been severely wounded several times but always managed to finish her fights and survive her injuries. Reasonably quick but a good part of her apparent reaction time is actually preemptive moves guided by experience, ie. she can seem to outspeed faster opponents by doing her counter before they finish thinking about their attack. Weapons: an arming sword called Frostbite and a Two-hander called Coldrend, both made from North "steel", also known as cold iron. The metal is heavier than steel or most other metals, very hard so it keeps an edge much better but this makes the shocks of strikes put more stress in the wielder's arms. It doesn't become brittle in low temperatures but concurrently it also cannot be forged in fire, it must be shaped by sorcery. Armor: wears plate armor over mail and gambeson, the pauldrons are shaped like warg heads, large stout wolves that also resemble bears Bio/History: from a minor noble family, was gifted as a squire to a higher noble clan/house since she was the 8th child. The Lord of that family knighted her in late teens, she became the Fort's master at arms about 2 decades later. Has fought in many wars, in most of the wars since her knighthood. The Shadow Army wiped out Cealdmut Fort but a few people survived. Pics:
 Frostbite:  Coldrend:  (except the whole blade being metal, with engravings like Frostbite, and instead of the ring it's a solid pummel with the sigil of House Ainsley on one side and the royal sigil of Cealdmut on the other) Young Wassa shortly after being knighted  to give an idea of her build underneath armor, disregard the details like outfit, weapons, face paint, etc. 
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Post by shadowknight on Sept 27, 2017 18:22:23 GMT
Name: Galen Farrel
Aliases: Raven,The Raven of Westreach,The Gallant(to his annoyance)
Race: Human
Age: 20
Eye Color:steel-gray
Weight: 210lbs
Height: 6'4"
Powers: Limited precognition
Strengths: Loyalty/ Compassion/ Chivalry /strong desire to protect friends
Weaknesses: Brash/ Head strong/ quick to charge headlong into danger.
Abilities: Above-average strength / Above-average endurance/ average speed/ Expert Swords-man/ average-blacksmith/ average marksman
Weapons: Ravager(a Claymore forged from Tristallian Steel. A metal that is lighter and stronger than standard steel, usually reserved for Kings, Lords, and those of high birth.) , steel long sword , Cross bow, steel dagger
Armor: Steel plate armor bearing the Raven-more crest on the shoulder plates.
Bio/History: Galen was born to a servant of a noble family,and for the first many years of his life he lived as such,helping the Lord's blacksmith and acting as a sparing partner for the Lords young sons; however, Galen longed for more. He wanted to see the world, go on adventures, stop evil. His mother wouldn't allow it. He had a comfortable position in the Lords castle. Unbeknownst to him was that his mother's clairvoyance is what motivated her protective nature. Visions of death and darkness around her son haunted her from the day of his birth. Around the age of seven, a mercenary came into the Lords employment, the man was past his prime and looking to settle into the role of guard commander of the Noble's house. The Mercenary, a former Knight named Sir. Raven-more, saw Galen's potential, saw the fire in his eyes, the passion in his voice, and took to secretly training him in the ways of combat. Over the years Galen became an expert swordsman and marksmen, able to best the Noble Lord's own sons in the sparing ring with ease. Upon the morning of Galen's 15th birthday his mother passed away from illness. Sir. Raven-more, Galen's close friend and mentor, suffered a mortal wound defending the lord's castle from an attack by the Lord's political rivals. The old mercenary left Galen his armor and weapons as a way of thanking the him for "making a old man's last days easier to face." With nothing left for him at the castle Galen had the armor refitted to his size and, with the Lord's permission, set off into the world ready to face what adventures his new life would bring.
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Post by Knukails on Sept 28, 2017 4:16:23 GMT
Name:Vokunrokendov, Bastard of the Pit, Child of Violence Race:Human Age: 14 Hair color: Black with flecks of silver Eye color:Gold (slightly glows in the dark) Weight:170 Height:5'6 Powers: Heart of the Pit Skills: Survival, athletics, weapon proficiency, multi-lingual Strengths(personality/character traits): Quiet, Fearless, Efficient, Patient Weaknesses(personality/character traits):Blunt/Ruthless/Succumbs to bloodlust/Lacks formal education Abilities(physical/skills): Can use most weapons proficiently after seeing them used once (unless said weapons requires a certain skill or level of strength), Can see in pitch darkness, general senses are higher than the average human. Can move with great swiftness & near silent to the untrained ear. His natural instinct allows him to flow in battle making it appear as though he moves without thought. Can speak or mimic some beast tongues as well as rudimentary common. He always seems to escape injuries or situation that should leave him dead with but a scar & an expectation for the next mission. Weapons: Two short swords called Fangs made from sharpened bone. Capable of withstanding impacts that should shatter it, if broken he only needs feed it blood & the Fangs will rebuild themselves. Armor: he owns a set of black serrated orichalcum armor complete with a masked helmet reminiscent of a beast. While he can use the entire amor set for front line duties he typically only wears pieces protecting vital areas for ease of movement & minimized noise. In these times he also opts to use a hood & face mask covering up to the bridge of his nose. Bio/ history: Born in the Isle of Beasts to a clan descended from a great hero of the old Tower Wars a boys role in life was to fight. As was custom for every child at the age of 6; He was cast into a black hole known as the Pit of Monsters. Most children perished in the pit but the few that clawed their way out return as Warriors for the clan. Often these children would often return changed by the pit in various ways. Some changes gave the children abilities not human. The clan considered to be proof of direct connection to their forefathers bloodline. One child though lost to the pit wakes beside it with no memory of how he climbed it. The elders bound him, marked his body with an elaborate design & bound the name of an obscure ancestor to him. Then sold as a child soldier he grows under the drum of war & violence & his changes grow with him. Pic:
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Post by Dragonseluna on Sept 28, 2017 16:21:31 GMT
Name: Luna Sylvaire Reference Picture/description:  Race: Human Age: 23
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde Eye color: Violet
Weight: 168 lbs
Height: 5’8” Powers(magic in general): Ice/Water Magic: Created matter or morphed matter requires backward speaking and the correct hand gesture (Complex magic requires ritual dagger) Moderate Alchemy: Capable of creating modern potions and medicines Strengths(personality/character traits): Intelligent, Strategic, Respectful Weaknesses(personality/character traits): Stubborn, Shy, Defensive of Past
Abilities(physical/skills): Trained in Noble Swordplay, Dabbler in unarmed combat Weapon(s)(starting set): Steel Rapier named Majestic (Sparkling clean) Decorative Ritual Dagger
Armor(starting set): Magician's robes with basic leather underneath. Covers robes with a black cloak to hide her face. Bio/History: Born the daughter of a Noble and skilled Magician, Luna has been trained as a high-class mage and Noblewoman since birth. She never knew her mother as a child but her father, Donovan still taught her to be kind to all around her, even her enemy. In her own time, Luna practiced Alchemy and unarmed combat to increase her adaptability in combat. Compared to her three brothers, she was more proficient at magic than with a sword. Although the youngest of her siblings, Luna's skill as a mage was brilliant. Her magic words were fluent and she could even perform her spells with Elven words. When she reached the age of twelve she was put through an old ritual that transfered the power of one Mage to another, her Father passing his ability to his daughter. Luna didn't really have a choice in the matter and when all was said and done, when the immense pain had subsided, her skin was cold to the touch, as if she was frozen, yet she felt fine. Her magic had begun to affect her appearance, her blonde hair becoming lighter and her skin becoming pale white. As a teen, Luna was taught all the things a noble woman should learn. Greet and curtsy all men and women from a position of power, respect the decisions made by those above her. When attending balls or events you always wear your best dress to outplay the other women. At least that's what she remembers. On her 15th birthday, she witnessed her family get stripped of its nobility out of thin air. Framed for plotting against the crown, her family was no longer respected nobles. They were now wanted criminals. Her Father grew ill shortly after with no medicines curing him. Thankfully a few servants were still devoted to her family and promised to take care of her father. Her brothers left in search of a cure for his mysterious illness but never returned. Since then Luna took her training to a whole new level, nearly mastering her skills with Magic and her rapier. She still attempted learning more about Alchemy and hand-to-hand combat but placed it on the back burner when she left her run-down home in the woods to search for her brothers and a way to return her family to a proud house of nobility. Yet a part of her had yearned for this sort of adventure.
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Post by Lady Ruliya on Sept 29, 2017 22:57:52 GMT
Name: Zaphia Hibari Age: 157 Race: Elf Height: 6'5" Eyes: Emerald Green Hair: Blonde Powers: Magic, Enchanting/Imbuing Weapons and armour with magic. She does this by speaking an incantation to apply the elemental effect, Fire, Ice, Wind, Earth, etc. However instead of enchanting each individual arrow, Zaphia actually creates an arrow from the specific school of magic while she draws the bow, before firing. Strengths: Intelligent, Strong Willed, Combat Expert and Strategist, Weaknesses: Absent Minded, Slow to trust non Elves, Abilities: Is well versed in most forms of combat over her long years, has the natural Elven speed and agility traits. Weapons: She uses two single handed swords (seen in the pic below) and a Bow  Bio: To be updated soon Picture Reference:
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 3, 2017 14:42:16 GMT
Name: Luna Sylvaire Reference Picture/description: Race: Human Age: 23
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde Eye color: Violet
Weight: 168 lbs
Height: 5’8” Powers(magic in general): Ice/Water Magic: Created matter or morphed matter requires backward speaking and the correct hand gesture (Complex magic requires ritual dagger) Moderate Alchemy: Capable of creating modern potions and medicines Strengths(personality/character traits): Intelligent, Strategic, Respectful Weaknesses(personality/character traits): Stubborn, Shy, Defensive of Past
Abilities(physical/skills): Trained in Noble Swordplay, Dabbler in unarmed combat Weapon(s)(starting set): Steel Rapier named Majestic (Sparkling clean), Decorative Ritual Dagger
Armor(starting set): Magician's robes with basic leather underneath. Covers robes with a black cloak to hide her face. Bio/History: Born the daughter of a Noble and skilled Magician, Luna has been trained as a high-class mage and Noblewoman since birth. She never knew her mother as a child but her father, Donovan still taught her to be kind to all around her, even her enemy. In her own time, Luna practiced Alchemy and unarmed combat to increase her adaptability in combat. Compared to her three brothers, she was more proficient at magic than with a sword. As a teen, Luna was taught all the things a noble woman should learn. Greet and curtsy all men and women from a position of power, respect the decisions made by those above her. When attending balls or events you always wear your best dress to outplay the other women. At least that's what she remembers. On her 15th birthday, she witnessed her family get stripped of its nobility out of thin air. Framed for plotting against the crown, her family was no longer respected nobles. They were now wanted criminals. Her Father grew ill shortly after with no medicines curing him. Thankfully a few servants were still devoted to her family and promised to take care of her father. Her brothers left in search of a cure for his mysterious illness but never returned. Since then Luna took her training to a whole new level, nearly mastering her skills with Magic and her rapier. She still attempted learning more about Alchemy and hand-to-hand combat but placed it on the back burner when she left her run-down home in the woods to search for her brothers and a way to return her family to a proud house of nobility. Yet a part of her had yearned for this sort of adventure. fixed your pic. Mod powers away!!!!! 'Flyies into the sky' |
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Post by MugiwaraBlair on Oct 3, 2017 17:47:09 GMT
Name: Vras Ari Race:
Age:
Eyes: red Hair: white Height: 5'8" Weight: 146 lbs Powers: night sight (see in total darkness), superhuman hearing (can hear the echo of a falling drop), somewhat magic resistant, light regeneration (recovers from injury quicker than humans) Strengths: determined, strong willed Weaknesses: selfish, amoral, greedy Abilities: mastér knife wielder, unharmed combat, archery, stealth, out of the box tactics Weapons: a pair of combat daggers and a set a small juggling/throwing knives Armor: drake leather and plates of "gloom metal" on her shoulders, arms and shins Bio/History:
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Post by draco on Oct 3, 2017 20:00:42 GMT
Name: Liliana Capri (although she usually comes up with many different types of surnames to make herself seem far more important than she is such as "The dragon of Destral" "Bringer of the 9 winds" and "The Songstress of Kings")
Age: 23
Height: 5'4"
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Amber
Skills: Bartering, Persuasion, Dance, Song, very good with all sorts of instruments, Minor combat training, thievery and retaining knowledge
Strength's: Generally kind, Loves to cheer people up, can come up with great stories on the spot, has a way with words.
Weakness': Hardly takes even the most deadly situations seriously, a bit naive, even with her way with words she can find a way to say the worst things sometimes. A bit cocky.
Abilities: While not one to get into a scuffle, Liliana knows how to take care of herself using twin blades she likes to give special names that changes a lot. Though she hardly wields them herself. She uses minor magical abilities that she releases through song to make these swords 'dance' without her having to touch them. She uses this same ability to make puppets and other small objects move to entertain the people. The larger the object, the more she struggles to move it for any period of time. The largest she has ever manipulated was a small cart and she quickly passed out from doing so.
Liliana calls this ability 'Spellsong'.
Otherwise she is good at being stealthy and has an easy time convincing people to do something she wants.
Armor: Leathers with a metal plate over her heart.
Weapons: Intricately carved wooden lute, a Harp that looks like an angel, Twin Longswords (of varying names)
Description: Messy Amber hair knife cut to be shoulder length, on side of her face is covered up by a large cloth substituting as an eyepatch. Thin and Lanky, almost able to be mistaken for a boy. Sun-kissed skin. Has a large pack on her back that she uses to carry her valuables and small instruments, however she usually has her lute at the ready. A very tall hat rests upon her head that she always makes sure to have with her. Almost like a classic witch's hat.
Bio: Liliana Capri came from a long line of bards and performers, and while some would believe that would mean her ancestors had played for kings and other important things her large family was mostly a simple people who were okay with playing the same old songs in any old tavern or inn for gold. She was the 6th child in a family that would continue to grow as she matured. While young she loved to hear the stories her mother told and begged her to learn how to play and tell stories like that. But as the years went by and she heard the same stories over and over again she had begun to grow bored and tried to practice on her own and make up her own stories. It was when she was in her teens that she discovered her magical talent, amazed that she could make objects dance just by playing she had gotten overconfident with them. When she had gone to show her family by reenacting a famous swordfight using small daggers she had yet to have perfect control of the ability and she quickly lost one of her eyes and nearly blinded herself.
After she had healed, her parents were absolutely shocked that she had developed such strange abilities and were unsure of what they should do with her. Her mother though did her best to try and teach her, mostly to protect her if anything went wrong again. It was when she had finally come of age that Liliana told her parents that she wished to travel the world and gather new stories. Reluctant to let their little girl go, they tried to persuade her otherwise but the girls heart was set on this goal. She wanted to make a name for her family, she wanted to gather new and amazing stories and make new songs and play for kings and queens!
Unable to stop her, the young Liliana set herself out on her very first adventure. Only to quickly find out how unforgiving this world could be...
Liliana struggled to earn even meager coppers, finding the world mostly overtaken by dark and evil, which lead to desperation for most people. It was late one night in a small town that she had to fight for her life when she was jumped by desperate town-folk looking to survive. Forced to fight back, she used her magic to take control of their blades and... she had to shut her eyes for the rest. Horrified, she took the two longswords that had been used to murder these people and made a silent promise to try her best to make things right.
Many years passed and she has nearly perfected her art of Spellsong and, while she had not been able to make a name for herself yet, she still does her best wherever she goes. While she does resort to stealing at times, she does it all in the hopes of becoming better than she is now.
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Post by Knukails on Oct 3, 2017 20:15:14 GMT
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 18, 2017 21:48:59 GMT
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