Ebondusk

[Carl]

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Looking forward to reading all your Character Sheets ^^


PS: I'm playing as Dmitri Voss, Sophia is the leader of Eos and is an NPC. (See Ebondusk's OP for reference)

 

[Carl]

Dmitri Voss


Age: 29


Gender: Male


Status in Eos: Veteran member
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• Relevant Skills and Proficiency:
  

Subterfuge (minor) Able to silver tongue his way out of punishment, conceil his true motive or hide information from uninvited eyes, the latter being disguised through cryptic words and phrases. Not exactly proficient at it, but it's a minor addition to, and consequence of, being a snitch.


Manipulation (major) Dmitri is very proficient in manipulating and molding people into doing what he wants, or having them saying what he wishes to hear. This skill has been primarily been inspired and cultivated by his mentor, without really understanding why the old man paid so much attention to this particular skill, even to this day.


Intelligence (mediocre) Monkey does as monkey sees; Most of Dmitri's current know-how is based on how his father felt about & understood certain subjects. Combined with Dmitri's own hands-on streetsmarts it makes for a fairly well-rounded intellectual backpack, but by no means is he a scholar or anything of the sort.


Tactics (minor) A sidebranch of Intelligence, Dmitir is occasionally assisting Sophia in coming up with effective guerilla wartactics; Al though that assistance often feels like being schooled by her, in the art, rather than actually being of any help.


Gladius (mediocre) He can swing the shortsword better than someone who has been fed by a silver spoon, but those are rare in Ebondusk anyway. In reality, it's rare to see Dmitri challenge or face someone in a head-to-head battle.

• Relevant Magic and Proficiency:
  

Hypnotism (major) Not your typical form of Hypnotism, the elder provided Dmitri with the ability to invoke emotions and thoughts cloaked in the target's own voice, this magic requires a lot of careful many-faceted considerations, as the slightest hint of being mindwarped often results in complete disaster and failure. This magic has been honed to the point where Dmitri is able to influence a couple of targets nigh-simultaneously, which exponentially increases the difficulty and odds of getting caught; So far he has never attempted to hypnotise more than 2 people at the same time. Lastly, Dmitri's able to put a voluntary, or when the target's alone and forced into submission/is defenseless, person into a Trance. Dangerous and harmful to the psyche, but effective in altering a person's thoughts to the extreme, or delve up secrets and information; Rarely used.

• Weaponry/Items:
  

Gladius

• Biography:
  

Dmitri learned to take only the things that were truly worth it, to heart. That attitude saves him unnecessary grief, distress and all those other negative emotions. Al though it does have the side effect of making him the type that laughs away most worries and problems, even of others, which in turn got him in a fight more than once. Either way, that's him in a nutshell during the laid back times, which have been sparse, far and few inbetween since he joined Eos. But even so, the sensation he gets from doing something that matters, to him and others, dedicating his life to it...Rather than wasting away his days getting pissdrunk and in barfights, robbing the rich, poor and crippled for his own sake, he now has something that makes him feel the way he felt way in the past. It makes him feel like a child persueing his greatest ambition, you could say that's a selfish reason to fight for the cause, but we're all a little selfish. Some just have the guts to admit it to themselves.


Nowadays, he spends his time working for Eos whilst maintaining his position as an information broker for The Dead Eyes. Basicly, he's a snitch for them...But that's only the outer shell of it all of course, because all it is to him is a crack in their defense, one that he can slide his crowbar in and wrench it open enough 'till it all collapses. His skills in Hypnotism and Manipulation come quite in handy whenever he needs to weasle his way out of accusations or sneak into the hearts, and minds, of the poor sods who will become his next stepping stone to a greater tomorrow.

• History:
  

Born and raised in a fairly decent family of shop tennants in the Western district of Ebondusk, all was going decent enough for young Dmitri, up to the moment where there was a food shortage for months and a meal became so scarce that even the ruling faction couldn't keep the angry mob in check. The shop rented by the Voss family had to be defended from an onslaught of starving folk who were ready to bash anyone's head in and trample over them on the cobbleheaded streets without a second thought, as long as they got their stomachs filled. Of course Dmitri and his parents had to retreat, their shop was trashed and raided down to the last sunflower seed. They say misfortune never strikes only once, apparently they're right as The Dead Eyes came by their home, no more than a week after the raid. Demanding their usual fee for being in their territory and having their 'protection'. Needless to say Dmitri's father was unable to pay anything and lashed out with his tongue about The Dead Eyes' so-called protection. The result was one scared little orphan, running for his life, being forced to live a life he wasn't accustomed to. However, everything changed unsuspectedly for the better, the moment he tried to homejack an elderly man who had just moved into the area.


The old man, upon confronting the young burglar, acted very odd; Offering Dmitri a place at his dining table instead of being spooked, angered or any other normal reaction...And what made matters much stranger, was that the table was already set for two. Even though there had been no sightings of anyone coming even near the place during the days Dmitri had staked out the house. Dmitri was stumped, ending up at the table whilst eating and conversing with the man in the most awkward sense of the word. He didn't even knew why he was there anymore, how he had stooped so low and what he was doing..A wave of emotions overtook him and he started balling like a baby, asking for forgiveness from the Deities and the man who had shown him such kindness. The man, in turn, was touched by this and ended up giving Dmitri an important choice to make...Stray away from the path he was taking and walk alongside the man on a road that would lead to a place uncharted, or give in to the fear of the new and unknown, remaining on the path of self-destruction.


As it turned out, Dmitri decided to give up his indecent life and was ready to go back to living a normal life; It never became normal...The elderly man revealed himself to be a wanted man, a former scholar and member of an organization from outside Ebondusk. He showed Dmitri a life, a world, far greater than he could have ever imagined; His many lectures, stories and teachings were all beyond surreal to the young Dmitri; Who absorbed it all like a giant sponge. In due time, Dmitri became like a son to the man; And the man became like a father to him. But fairytales never last, and neither did this one. Fortunately, in a way, it had lasted long enough for Dmitri to have grown into a man with a strong will, mind and heart. The man had made a Soul Oath with Dmitri, basicly an unbreakable arcane pact between them, that when the day came where Dmitri had the choice to either die for the man, or live for the man, he would choose to live for him!


That day came soon after the Oath was sealed, as if the man had anticipated it. A large group of The Dead Eyes approached their home, what was even worse was that all three of the leaders were leading the group; An unseen occurance up 'till that day. The savage nature and combat prowess of those 3 was legendary, seeing them all lined up and armed to the teeth was enough to drive back entire batallions. Yet Dmitri, even then, was far more afraid of the elderly man seated near him; Calm as a gentle breeze even in the face of those 3, leading a small army of grunts even. Dmitri could feel the cold sweat glide slowly down his back as he suddenly realized there was so much he didn't know about the man, to make The Dead Eyes come out in full force for only him...Spoke more about the old man's power than any tall tale could have ever done.


The elder grabbed his walking cane and pushed himself up, out of his couch and shot one glance out of the window before the spoke: "Remember the Oath! It's time to go, boy." Dmitri's face contorted, every fiber in his body wanted to stay, his heart was pumping and his bones grating to fight the movements his body was making, leaving the man behind to face his fate alone...As Dmitri was about to leave the house through the backdoor, he couldn't even turn his face anymore, disgraced by tears and enraged veins throbbing; All the could shout out was "Give'm hell; Father!" before the magic won and he started running unvoluntarily throughout the city to live.


Eventually he returned home, long after dark, to find the house completely destroyed. Not a brick had remained on top of another, it was gone, again. The life as he had known, had been destroyed yet again. The only difference was that he was no longer a little boy; He was going to live, as he had sworn, grow stronger, grow wiser...And change this godforsaken place with his own mettle! Sophia came across Dmitri, as he was rebuilding the house, brick by brick. For some reason she gave him the same feeling the old man had done; A feeling of kindness, power and secrecy. The world she spoke off, the world she wanted to build and the world she wanted to crush, overlapped with his own; Eventually Dmitri joined her and Eos, starting a guerilla war, a revolution, a cause!

 

[Mordecai]

Name: Gwendolen "Gwen" du Theil


Age: 25


Gender: Female


Status in Eos: Already a member—“joined” a few short months prior.


Appearance: At only 1.63m and 62.6kgs, Gwen has a lot of attitude in not a lot of real estate. Pretty may be a stretch, but she is agreeable enough. Maybe if she took a few extra minutes out of her day to brush through the knotty blonde mess she calls hair, instead of leaving it in a tangle of braids all the time and don some more flattering, feminine clothing, she could pass as being pretty. Between the sandy blonde colour of her hair, her pale olive skintone, and bags under her eyes from her aversion to sleep, Gwen often has a washed-out, tired look to her, though her eyes, arguably one of her better features, are the most lovely shade of eggshell blue. She's thin, but well put-together with a certain strength in her physique. Her hands and forearms, often singed from working with her blacksmithing forge and the dirt caked underneath her fingernails shows she knows hard-work. Her choice of attire compliments were choice of work: tunics made from leather, linen, and chain-link, coarse linen breeches, and well-loved leather lace boots, all in variety of Earth tones. She is also known for wearing her full grain leather blacksmithing apron from time to time, though it really doesn't do her figure any favours. Even with the boyish attitude and style of dress, there is something incredibly feminine about her-- perhaps in the gentle sloping of her face, her high cheek bones, or the way she occasionally wears a few pieces of jewellery like its some kind of secret.





Relevant Skills and Proficiency:

• Blacksmithing – High proficiency—Gwen is a blacksmith by trade, having learned the craft from her Father, who was a highly revered metal crafter. While her main area of expertise is in weapon crafting: swords, arrow heads, and armour, she has also been called upon to make household objects like farm equipment, nails, horseshoes, and jewellery. Her tools have also been put to use for amputating limbs in the direst circumstances, though she is a far cry from a steady-handed surgeon.
  
• Equestrian – Medium proficiency—With a little bit of finesse and effort, Gwen can break and train war horses, though it has always been more of a hobby than an actual career path.
  
• Intelligence – Medium proficiency— Gwen is more book-smart than street-smart, and would be the type of person to readily walk into a trap without thinking about it. However, her textbook-like way of thinking was what allowed her to become so skilled in smithing.
  
• Gladiator – Low proficiency—While a bit sloppy and awkward, Gwen can handle herself decently enough in combat to survive; however, in an era defined by war, she prefers to stay behind the scenes laundering a profit by supplying goods to soldiers as opposed to fighting herself.
  
• Manipulation – Low proficiency—Gwen has a knack for lying. Her lies may not be fantastical, obscene whoppers, but she is brazen and, above all, convincing. Her manipulative ways only extend so far however, and she can’t lie in the presence of anyone she fears or respects.
  

Relevant Magic and Proficiency: None


Weaponry/Items:

• Arming sword – Her primary combat weapon.
  
• Blacksmithing equipment – Anvil, Tongs, Handheld bellow, Fuller, Punches, Axe, etc.
  

Biography: Gwendolen has a knack for two things: tinkering and getting herself out of sticky situations. Born a girl to a father who wanted nothing more than a son, Gwen always had her heads up in the clouds and a lackadaisical, unfeminine nature. She is the type who absolutely loves to say “I told you so!” and will never pass up a chance to prove someone wrong. She’s a headstrong, diplomatic type who prefers to talk things out rather than resorting to physical violence, though she is not above combat. She’s prideful to a fault, though her immense sense of self-esteem has driven her to constantly push her abilities in blacksmithing. She rarely bothers meddling in the affairs of others unless its an opportunity to prove someone wrong or gain a profit, and prefers to keep out of things that do not concern her. While sarcastic, she is also quite serious, always ready for whatever situation may crop up, within logical limits. She cannot stand idiots, daredevils, or self-proclaimed “badasses.” As can be expected, her bedside manner is not one for emotional, meek, or otherwise sensitive folk, but she will happily work for those who are willing to take her attitude and give some back. She can be a bit stubborn and set in her ways at times, but makes a great friend to those she trusts. Overall, Gwen tends to be mildly selfish, but rarely gets wrapped up in the “big picture.”





History: Gwendolen was born in early Spring in the far Eastern corner of Ebondusk as the youngest of four and, subsequently, the only of the du Theil children to survive into adulthood. By the time she was born to Mary and Thaddeus du Theil, her two eldest siblings had already perished—victims to disease in their infancy. This left the two youngest children: Wallace, a three-year-old boy, and Gwendolen, the newborn. Unfortunately, the family of four was quickly dwindled to three only two weeks after Gwendolen’s birth following an unfortunate carriage accident that left Wallace severely paralysed and later deceased. Her siblings’ deaths changed the course of Gwendolen’s life forever; driven by grief and the deep-seated desire for a male heir to his blacksmithing business, but unable to yield any further children, father Thaddeus raised his only living child, a shy, soft-spoke blonde girl, as a boy. Every morning following her seventh birthday, he’d take her to his blacksmithing shoppe, hand in hand, and show her how to work the tools. As a well-respected blacksmith, the du Theil family business was always busy, allowing for Gwen to be raised in a relative life of luxury. Her childhood was an idyllic one: days spent learning her father’s trade while sitting on his knee, nights spent cosily in her mother’s arms, and a belly that was never left for a want of food.


Gwen’s life changed as she got older, as lives often do. By fifteen, the Utopian childhood she had once known was beginning to fall apart under the first glimpses of adulthood. Between her mother’s ailing health and the sudden societal expectation that she abandon her blacksmithing roots for something more feminine, Gwen was sent away to live with her Uncle, his wife, and their three young children in the heart of Ebondusk city. Her uncle, a man by the name of Sterling, was paid by her father to house and educate her. Gwen spent many hours alongside her Uncle Sterling’s wife, learning how to be a proper housewife. She learned to both read and write, cooking, cleaning, and how to properly care for a future husband and children. Gwen was a bright, but inattentive student, to her aunt’s teachings and no amount of lecturing or scolding seemed to break the hoyden spirit her father had instilled in her from such a young age.


Her lessons on womanhood continued during the days, but during early evening, Gwen would explore the town. Putting her blacksmith skills to good use, she would venture into local brothels and pubs and offer to fix broken equipment, patch damaged swords, or fashion jewellery, all for a small fee. Her underground smithing business proved to be more lucrative than she had first anticipated, and after only two short years of starting it, Gwen was seventeen and wealthy enough to move out of her Uncle’s home and rent her own shoppe under her own name. While the idea of a woman owning a business was not completely under-heard of, the idea seemed preposterous to many and she heard many doubts—particularly from men.


Determined and undeterred, Gwen started her blacksmithing business in a small shoppe with a single billow, two hammers, and a cracked anvil. The shoppe opened, officially, on her eighteenth birthday right smack-dab in the centre of The Dead Eyes’ territory. Since the opening of the blacksmith shoppe, Gwen has diligently paid her fees and taxes to The Dead Eyes, who demand payment for continuing to allow her to conduct business in their territory. Annoyed by the constant taxation, but not brave enough to do anything about it herself, Gwen ventured off and met with a new, underground resistance movement she had heard about through the grapevine: Eos. While Gwen offered the small group her services free of charge, her motives were mostly selfish. If she could help Eos win the war against the other fractions, primarily against The Dead Eyes, she could continue her business without having to pay the crippling taxes. Of course, Gwen seemed to have bitten off more than she could chew, and everyday she finds herself more wrapped up in the Eos’ movement. If The Dead Eyes were ever to find out about her business deal with Eos, they would surely come after her and her business with a vengeance. Gwen is quickly approaching a fork in the road: does she swallow her selfishness and stick with Eos, which would ultimately result in her losing her shoppe or cut her ties with Eos and exist under the thumb of The Dead Eyes rules and taxations for the foreseeable future?





Misc: Gwen is the owner of an older, off-grey warhorse named Hadrian. While others have tried to convince her to find a younger, more regal steed, Gwen seems quite dedicated to Hadrian and dotes on him as if he were her child. Hadrian is incredibly steadfast and isn’t the type of animal to blink an eye at any situation; he just seems to plod along happily with Gwen, totting her where ever she would like to go without a fuss or argument in sight.

 

[Atom]

• General
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  Name
  
  
  Darrow Andromedus
  
  
  Age
  
  
  25
  
  
  Gender
  
  
  Male
  
  
  Status in Eos
  
  
  New Blood
  
  
  
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  Height
  
  
  6'2"
  
  
  Weight
  
  
  235#
  
  
  Eye color
  
  
  Hazel
  
  
  Hair color
  
  
  Dark brown, short cut
  
  
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  Medium-heavy
  
  
  
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  Swordsmanship (Skilled)
  
  
  -Darrow is a well trained and highly expierianced swordsman from his days working as a mercenary for travelers. Although since he had married he sworn off the usage of a blade in honor of his wife.
  
  
  Manipulation (Nonexistant)
  
  
  -Darrow rarely lies, rather keen on owning up to his mistakes or saying something to someones face.
  
  
  Reflexes (Tuned)
  
  
  -From his years as a mercenary Darrow has earned himself a pair of finely tuned combat reflexes.
  
  
  Combat (Skilled)
  
  
  -Darrow is generally skilled in combat, able to wield just about any weaponry with a decent proficency. Although only a few weapons does he truly have skill in, and anyone well trained in a certain weapon type would best him.
  
  
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  -Surprisingly Darrow is well gifted from his expieriances, although book smart wise he may not outsmart the more intelligent fellows, he sure does hold a rather high level of common sense and street smarts.
  
  
  
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  Currently nothing significant other then Elaine's necklace. His last memory of her.
  
  
  
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    Darrow is a long since hardened man who possesses a knack of doing what needs done when it needs done. A once merciless killer. That is until he met Elaine. Young and beautiful but with a fiery heart to match his, the two were a perfect match and she tamed the brutalistic man to who he became. Darrow became a man of simple needs, content to work assisting a blacksmith with the more heavy labor and lend a hand to any who needed it. Life became relatively peaceful for Darrow. Until Elaine died.
    
    
    Upon her death Darrow grew hard and cold, distant to the world. A reclusive man. And for weeks he remained that way, hardly eating, never bathing. Her death hit him hard, but what hit him harder was how she died. Wrong place wrong time, and simply slaughtered without a thought.
    
    
    But beneath that cold callous shell resides the true Darrow who only yearns outwards for freedom, unable to suppress the guilt and hatred that resides within his mind now.
    
    
    
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    Darrow was born in a city far distant from Ebondusk, a man born to a rather simple family. Much of his childhood was normal, an uninteresting story who's only highlight was his dream of meaning something in the world. A dream that was soon tamed by the true nature of the world.
    
    
    At the age of 18 Darrow set out as a mercenary. Protecting caravaans along the road for decent pay. This was his job for many years, up until the age of 23, and for this job he learned a multitude of skills, dominantly being his combat skills. Although unlike many who took up the proffesion like Darrow, Darrow was not a ruthless man. He killed when necessary but otherwise would stay his blade from the death of his enemies.
    
    
    One of Darrows longer jobs brought him to Ebondusk with a group of Mercenaries protecting a rather large caravaan. With plans to stay for a week while the caravaan did business Darrow decided to enjoy himself for the next few days with the half of his pay he'd recieved.
    
    
    It was during this week off that Darrow met Elaine. Elaine was young, beautiful, and of a fiery heart that drew Darrow in like bees to pollen. Darrow was hooked on her instantly just as much as she was hooked on him. It was practically love at first sight. It didn't take much convincing for her to agree to marry him, although to agree she demanded one promise for him.
    
    
    Elaine deamnded of him the relinquishment of his mercenary work. She would not marry a man who went off trapesing through the wilds for weeks or months at a time. Darrow's choice was reluctant but done with love and he swore to her terms, getting down on his knees before her and swearing off the use of a blade entirely.
    
    
    With this done plans were made for the two to wed and within a month of his dcision they did. Life was a simple and peaceful as it could be in Ebondusk for the year that followed. Until tradgedy struck. Elaine, out on a simple shopping trip. Elaine was caught in a skirmish between Crimson Edge and The Dead Eyes. Her death wasn't even intentional, a stray arrow struck her that ended in her death and she was simply left in the streets after the skirmish ended.
    
    
    Darrow found her that, far too late to even kiss her goodbye before she died. He was immiediatly consumed by grief and stricken by guilt, feeling that deep inside it was his fault that she had died, his fault for being unable to save her. Darrow burrowed within himself, shutting out the world for days afterwards. But eventually something in him broke away, his grief replaced by anger, his guilt with rage. A series of events that followed eventually landed Darrow in Eos.
    
    
    
  
  
  
  
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  I hope you don't mind a bit of fancying up with the CS. It's nothing but for the fact that I especially enjoy the looks of a tabbed CS. I do this with every CS I create now
  
  
  I wasn't sure how Eos recruited and such so how he came to be apart of Eos is rather vague.
  
  
  

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1eff2494_Sheris_40.jpg.543bf05de917152305ef970f96e0d528.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="46641" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1eff2494_Sheris_40.jpg.543bf05de917152305ef970f96e0d528.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Name: Sheris MacGuinness


Age: 24


Gender: Female


Status in Eos: New (1 year)


Appearance: (See Photo) Sheris is of medium height, standing at 5' 8" and has a stout, muscular frame which weighs in around 140#. She has straight, blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders and dark, emerald eyes which are brimmed with confidence and certainty.


Relevant Skills and Proficiency: Stealth (high), two-weapon fighting (medium)


Relevant Magic and Proficiency: Illusionary Magic (low, but improving) -- Sheris uses this talent to create illusory shadows or audible glamors to distract people, making them think that for a moment they saw or heard something. In this manner, she is able to increase her odds at remaining undetected while being stealthy


Weaponry/Items: katana and wakizashi


Biography/History (I combined these as they were pretty much the same thing):


Sheris is the eldest of three daughters born to Henry and Evalyn MacGuinness. The family has always lived in the western quarter of Ebondusk where Henry works as a laborer for a local stonemason. Evalyn used to help tend bar at the Lucky Dagger tavern until Sheris was born. Now, the mother of three is a home-maker and doting mother to her three daughters.


Sheris is a constant rebel of the three daughters which is the cause of continual strife and argument with her parents and siblings. At eighteen, her father arranged for Sheris to be married in the hope of taming the girl. Sheris refused and fled the family home only to find refuge with the Dead Eyes who found much use for her talents in stealth and for a time they found profit in each others talents and schemes. The freedom of movement around Ebondusk was a welcome relief for Sheris who constantly felt constrained and boxed in by her parents strict upbringing. Her rebellious nature made Sheris quite ruthless and uncaring for anyone other than herself and she was quite willing to use whomever and whatever necessary to get what she wanted.


Five years passed in this way with Sheris moving her allegiance from one group to the next within the very loose organization of the Dead Eyes. Oft times, her special talents were sought out by other factions within the Dead Eyes and Sheris was only too willing to flaunt her abilities with no regard for the consequences.


But all of her efforts weren't really improving her life. Sure, Sheris was free to do as she wished, but after five years of selfless plundering of disadvantaged citizens, Sheris found her life to be unfulfilled and without real purpose or direction. It was during this time that she encountered some members of Eos and learned of their goal to dismantle the current ruling bodies of Ebondusk to make a better future for themselves and everyone else in the city.


Although Sheris still maintained her selfishness, she wasn't ignorant to the reality that a better future for Ebondusk would spell a better future for her as well. She severed her ties with the Dead Eyes, joined Eos and found a knack for a new talent, illusionary magic, that she hadn't known before. With study, Sheris is learning how to use illusions to help mask her stealthy escapades but so far it is only a work in progress.


Misc: Sheris' sisters: Brittany (age 17) and Samantha (16)

 

[Ire]

Warrek Shaed

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  • Name: Warrek Shaed
  
  
  • Age: 28
  
  
  • Gender: Male
  
  
  • Appearance: Built with a frame that is both agile and flexible, Warrek peaks at the average height of five feet and nine inches, weighing roughly 150 pounds. Not an overly tenacious breed of man, Warrek’s fighting prowess is garnered more from athleticism and acrobatic feats that are seldom found in most men. His head is adorned with luscious, dirty blonde locks, and his eyes are quite peculiar. The color of his irises alter with various lighting. In a cool light spectrum, they appear a bluish-gray. In a neutral light, their hue is a striking blue, which might qualify as his true eye color. Finally, in warm light, they seem to be nearly green. Warrek’s anatomy is quite muscled, since he regularly works to perfect the body type required to perform the athletic feats he uses in his combat style. The bridge of his nose is off-set from the multitude of breaks it has endured, and his well-structured jawline tends to carry a five o’clock shadow most of the time, which can become a light beard that hugs his jawline and wraps about his lips if not properly groomed.
  
  
  • Weaponry/Items: Warrek carries three weapons in total. The first of the trio is his falcata, his primary weapon. Sheathed in a scabbard tied to the left side of his waist for easy retrieval by his right (dominant) hand, the weapon is 24.5 inches long, hilt and all. The blade of the falcata is forged from steel, while the hilt is crafted from durable, dried wood and embellished with brass plating. The second weapon is his white-pommeled dagger with the steel blade, sheathed at the right side of his waist. The dagger is 14.5 inches long and has a straight crossguard and blade point (unlike the falcata) that allows it to pierce rather than slash. Warrek’s third weapon is a wooden shortbow paired with a leather-bound quiver of arrows. He usually keeps the bow wrapped about his frame, with the flax string of the bow crossing his chest diagonally, along with various buckled straps that keep the quiver in place.
  
  
  
  • Falcata
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  • Two-Weapon Fighting / High Proficiency— Warrek Shaed’s most profound skill is his ability to attack with the falcata and dagger in unison without fault. His weapons are extensions of himself, and any individual would be foolish to face him alone in his own game.
  
  
  • Agility / High Proficiency— The combat style of the mighty Warrek Shaed is incredibly unique. Lacking strength and physical brutality, the master combatant makes up for it with finesse and the ability to perform athletic feats and evasions that can leave opponents baffled.
  
  
  • Analytics / Medium Proficiency— Warrek, while not being a strategist or one who can concoct plans with ease, he is a man who can take the time to analyze a particular setting and point out traps, minor flaws in structure, and other such trickeries. To be able to effectively use his agility, he needs to know when and where danger is nearest.
  
  
  • Archery / Low Proficiency— His secondary weapon is a shortbow, and is mostly used to catch enemies before they escape, or to pick off any advantageously-positioned foes. His shot is meager at best, but it can come in handy in a pinch.
  
  
  • Stealth / Low Proficiency— While nowhere near being an expert of blending in with the shadows, Warrek can make himself a man of guile if need be. He won’t go making a large clamor when trying to remain hidden. Most of his agility plays into this, since he can easily make his footsteps quiet by walking on the balls of his feet.
  
  
  Relevant Magic and Proficiency:
  
  
  • Focus / Medium Proficiency— The ability to focus on a particular sense or technique that Warrek is attempting to perform. While he cannot increase any of his senses or quicken his movements, his magical prowess allows him to tune out anything that could distract him, granting him the ability to focus on a singular act that can be perfected far easier. The ability, after finished, immediately causes him to feel a light-headed sensation that can result in his movements being sluggish and his eyes taking on tunnel-vision that disallows peripheral sight.
• • Status in Eos: Veteran Member. Warrek joined Eos when he was nineteen years of age, making his experience well-earned over nine years.
  
  
  • Personality: Reserved and serious, Warrek is a man of few words. He is a loyal follower and seldom offers his opinion or point of view. He is a bystander who will protect those who belong to Eos, and carry out any orders given to him. Warrek is a man of outstanding patience and tolerance, and because of it, is an excellent teacher of the techniques he has near-perfected overtime. He rarely will be truly enraged, and emotions such as jealousy and vanity are obsolete to his mind. He places the concepts of honor and duty on a pedestal in his own moral code, and he will often offer sympathy and empathy for others, despite never truly speaking his mind. While obviously a good man in general, he has battle tendencies that mirror his brother. When in combat, Warrek can sometimes lose control (even in sparring), and allow himself to become enthralled with the death of his opponent rather than their defeat.
  
  
  • History: Born to a family of two impoverished parents, Warrek’s life was ruined and altered by his psychopathic brother—Graiven Shaed. When he was twelve years of age, Graiven was nearly eighteen. He had been dealing with the Dead Eyes on his own time, coming back home with blood on his hands and an attitude that left Warrek’s parents chilled with fear.
  
  
  One day, out of the blue, Warrek’s father confronted Graiven and his ruthless tendencies. He was only a father caring for his son who was taking the wrong road. Graiven responded by slitting his throat, and chasing down his screaming mother. Warrek remembered hiding in the darkness beneath his bed. He remembered watching the form of his older brother kneel down and stare into his eyes, grinning with a certain joy that makes Warrek cringe whenever he thinks about it.
  
  
  Graiven could have killed Warrek, but he didn’t. He left his parents’ corpses and he left his younger brother to survive on the streets. And so Warrek did. He lived as an orphan in the merciless city of Ebondusk. With his small frame, he was bullied often by other homeless children. To defend himself, he managed to perfect fighting with two wooden sticks.
  
  
  Eventually, as seven years passed of picking through trash and scraping through life, he was recruited by Eos at the age of nineteen. He has been with the faction ever since—a man of combat excellence and a torturous past that has left him at a loss for words.

 

[Carl]

@Mordecai :


- The phrase in the beginning of your Appearance description 'A lot of attitude in not a lot of real estate' amused me, after the time it took me to understand the meaning of it hah.


- Nothing remotely major, but 'Scandinavian' might need editting as I'd like to steer clear of words that refer to our reality all too much. Considering this is a Fantasy RP and all. ^^


- I like the medieval flavor of having a high fatality rate amongst young infant, as morbid as it may sound; It goes well with the style of city I wanted Ebondusk to feel like. A sense of realism in posts are a personal favorite of mine.


Conclusion: Interesting & fun to read, well made CS. Feel free to post whenever you can & want. ^^


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@Atom :


- Excellent member status, I was worried nobody would opt for being New Blood in Eos.


- Neat CS style/lay-out.


- Ouff, almost missed the History sub-section of Personal, my bad! The history is interesting to read and also fits the cold, brutal feeling of Ebondusk that I had in mind. Leaving the corpses of enemies and even civilians behind to rot.


- I'd like a bit more information regarding your character's current concept though, is he back to being a ruthless warrior that's able to hold a sword and fight? Or a broken shell of a man? Personality & (current) concept -wise, I'd love some more details.


- Lastly, the Personality & History tab clash a bit with eachother (In Personality, you write that he was a merciless mercenary, while in History you type that he was unlike his merciless brethren, not ruthless.)


Conclusion:


The content and character is fun to read and has hooks to work with IC for character development and such, over-all well done! I have to say over-all, as there are quite a few errors and typos in the CS which occasionally makes it less fun to read than it could be. Reviewing the post before submitting it, would solve this issue easily though, so you're welcome to post in Ebondusk whenever you want & can!


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@Kharmin :


- Please elaborate a bit on your Illusionary Magic in regards to your proficiency in it, since you were right on suggesting that it's otherwise a bit too vague and could use minor, short 'descriptions'.


- I like the History/Biography, it also holds quite a few hooks to work with IC, development and plotwise.


- The weapon choice is fairly unique in this setting, but not an issue and it can even be used to incorporate stories from cities and regions beyond Ebondusk.


Conclusion:


Interesting and well written CS, feel free to post whenever you can/want in Ebondusk! ^^


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@Ire :


- The Fanciest CS lay-out and style award goes to you hah.


- The CS is well written and there are definitely hooks to work with IC, with that history and family, it'd be a shame not to have your character's brother pop up and say hi. ^^


- The magic chosen is interesting and has its uses, but the drawback described that your character might faint, is not really necessary and might even make the magic unuseable in most situations, imho. I'd personally change it to have some sort of other limitation or whiplash; Examples could be that your character, after using it or using for a prolonged amount of time, temporarily acquires tunnelvision, making only the center of his sight really work. This could be explained as overexposure to the magic causing him to Focus too strongly, blinding out most of his normal vision to focus solely on what's directly centered in front of him? Just an idea, feel free to leave it as it is, or modify it in another way.


Conclusion: Well writen and fancy shmancy CS, feel free to post whenever you can/want. ^^


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Final Notes:


Everyone's good to go and I'm definitely looking forward to roleplay with you all!


@The Empress of Ice : You can still post your CS if you want, but the RP has started, as of now. If you post your CS, please shoot me a PM so I can review it and get back to you asap. ^^


Cheers!


PS: If anyone has any issues with my notes and such, don't hesitate to PM me. ^^

 

[The Empress of Ice]

Mayce A.

• General
• Skills
• Inventory
• Personal
• Notes & Relationships

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  Full Name: Ashley Seraphine Mayce Arkham
  
  
  
  
  
  "Call me Mayce... Cocky, ain't cha? Add an A if ya feel that fancy."
  
  
  Age: 43
  
  
  "I am twenty... Alright, I'm twenty-one. You caught me! Happy now?"
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  "I got boobs, don't I?"
  
  
  Status in Eos: Veteran
  
  
  "Old May, Old May, waitin' for the destruction of the black birds!"
  
  
  Appearance: Natural blonde, currently with stripes of grey {both natural and... not so natural.} Few light scars on her arms, hands, legs etc. Distinctive one runs across her left hip to her mid-thigh, nearly 10-15+ years old. Straight teeth, somewhat small nose that has obviously been broken before. She has a slim, lithe body, with strong, lean legs and soft muscle contour.
  
  
  She wears simple clothing, men's clothing, but still simple. Never seen in a dress, she takes it upon herself to make her own leather pants and soft linen shirts, complemented with a vest of vivid colour.
  
  
  
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  Relevant Magic and Proficiency - NONE
  
  
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  Relevant Skills and Proficiency
  
  
  Language ~ {minor -> mediocre} - In such a place as Ebondusk, you come across any and all ethnicities and being a street rat... You learn a word or two. With that in mind, Seraphine is quite efficient with her own mother tongues, Yazyky and Torstunga as well as Ebondusky.
  
  
  "Jaha, alltså... Awkward. Jag hatar när folk ber mig att prata på svenska, känns konstigt liksom... Shut up... "
  
  
  Close Combat - {minor} - Besides her few scuffles in life, being able to save herself from most 'bar fights' and such, Mayce is not... well... let's just say she's better off with a stick than her bare hands.
  
  
  "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck."
  
  
  Archery/Ranged Combat - {mediocre -> major} - On the other hand, Mayce can handle herself quite well with a bow in her hand, and even more so if you give her 'Doragaya' or 'Slaktaren'. It sure helps that she has her weapon database too. Her lithe form not a coincidence, but meant for her constant movement in battle.
  
  
  "Masterminds were meant to be able to defend themselves outside of the boxing ring, bows just make it easier."
  
  
  Intelligence & Information Gathering ~ {Major} ~ Every player has their own court that they know every nook and cranny of... Ebondusk is Mayce's court. She knows what most don't though not everything, she has her ways in with the different factions and certainly got the right contacts. It doesn't help that she was born smart, enough so that she wonders how life outside of Ebondusk would have been.
  
  
  "Aye, we all have our duties don't we?"
  
  
  
  
  
  Strategist ~{Major} ~ Mayce A. is a team player, one that tends to see things from all view points and as such, she tends to be a freaking good tactician. She has her plans down, her maps ready and her goal set. She just needs someone to say GO.
  
  
  Stealth ~ {Mediocre} ~ Once upon a time, Mayce used to be yet another commoner in the world of The Crows. She was sneaky, kept to herself and now she is far past that, using her street skills to be less known.
  
  
  
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  • Nourishment Items: Dry Meat, Ale, Dry Bread, Ale, Seasoned Dry Meat, Ale, some more ale and some more dry meat. A few canteens filled with water, and a LARGE stash of Blue.
    

  
  
  

  "Goeey? Yes? Deadly? Kind of. Do I care? NO! Because everything is soooo Blueeeee...."
  
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  • Clothing {not including current wear}: 3x leather pants, unknown amount of underwear, 3x linen shirts, 4x socks, 1x blouse, 5x vests
    

  
  
  

  "Once, I wore a gown. NEVER, ever, again. The breeze is too cold, I cannot fight in it, FUCK it!"
  
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  • A necklace, some earrings and a bit of make-up.
    
  • Empty canteens
    
  • Maps of Ebondusk, detailed one of Crow territory
    

  
  
  

  "Don't ask. I won't answer, because it ain't none of ya business."
  
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  Doragaya
  
  
  
  
  

  

  
  
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  Framework: A gift from the local smithy at the tender age of seventeen, it was made with Osage wood, and is quite sturdy, even with its current age. Mostly used when in swift combat, as it is light in weight.
  
  
  Notes: Her 'favourite' of them all, on her nearly at all times.
  
  

  Slaktaren
  
  
  
  
  

  

  
  
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  Framework: A longbow made out of yew, by Ser Gerald Thimers himself. With great drawing power, and beyond sturdy, this old fellow is pretty. And great. At least, Mayce believes so, as it is used only when she feels that the 'Target' is worthy.
  
  
  Notes: Has intricate wordings etched into it, one of them Lucas' name.
  
  

  All The Others
  
  

  

  
  
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  Notes: Those without any special names, bought, made and taken, their origins unknown. Her list is not large, and she does carry one or two at times.
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  Biography
  
  
  Let's keep things straight.
  
  
  The motto of the rather 'lax Seraphine, one she truly treasures. As much as she'll go bat shit crazy, even with every joke she cracks and the forever present shadow of a smile on her face, she, like every other member of Eos, has her own goals set. None of them are innocent, and most times, if asked, she'll keep it straight.
  
  
  "I had a brother once. Now I don't. Sums it up, pretty much."
  
  
  She isn't doing it for the glory, or society, heck she isn't doing it for herself. Because she isn't selfish. Forgiving, mostly, and often warmhearted, Mayce is like a contradiction to her every belief. Negative inside but radiating the brightest light, she's the type to not lie. But never tell the truth... Well, not the whole truth.
  
  
  "Where's the fun in that?"
  
  
  Fun. Another deal breaker, one that got her involved with Eos in the first place. Besides it being a, somewhat, reliable resource to accomplish her goal of taking down the 'Black Birds', the thought of being in a revolution, whether small and failed or large and successful makes her shiver with excitement, like the risk-junkie she is.
  
  
  History
  
  
  
  
  
  Mayce, or Ashley as she was named, was the firstborn of a somewhat normal family. Normal for Ebondusk. Normal for Crow territory, as few rules came to be sacred. One of them was to later cost her grandly but as a young child, Ash lived her life easy. Growing up was out of question and the days consisted of stealing small apples from the Tespcon House, the only house with an apple tree within her neighborhood, and exploring whatever she could. At times, she'd wander into other territories, but mother dearest didn't know.
  
  
  Eventually as a teenager, Mayce found herself all over the place, knowing all sorts of people and being the one to come to if you wanted information. That is, if you even heard of her. As rare as that was, Mayce found herself profiting of the small pieces of news that she puzzled together and soon went rogue, leaving her family behind. It seemed selfish back then. Yet, The Crows wouldn't offer protection to those that sell them out, something that Mayce was aware of.
  
  
  At the age of twenty, her innocence long lost and her nose broken more than a few times, a busted lip being quite the norm, her brother was born. James Lucas Arkham. Jay Jay. Her little baby brother. She'd take care of him, as mother fell ill and her father turned crippled.
  
  
  He became her world.
  
  
  He was her world...
  
  
  Until he saw.
  
  
  Don't look. Never look, you don't see, you never saw. As horrible as The Crows marks over the town was, it was a silent rule to never cross the boundary and investigate, never to question. Just hope for protection, mother used to say. Mother never told Mayce what would happen if she did see. If she had eyes.
  
  
  Lucas had eyes. Fifteen years old eyes that enjoyed the thrill of the adventure just like his sister once did. Eyes that later turned dull of life when death came to seek them out. He should have never seen.
  
  
  But he did.
  
  
  Rogue again, with no mother, nor father, nor beloved brother, Mayce wanted.... Wants one thing. Gone with The Crows. The fucking black birds are to be driven to the ground. The ones that took away her sight, that robbed her of the only thing that mattered to her.
  
  
  Now she saw.
  
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  "What a twisted world we live in... Quite beautiful, in a sense."
  
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  Relationships
  
  
  Dmitri Voss ~ A friend, of sorts. Her being a weirdo, him reminding her of her brother. She sees him as a fool, fighting for 'good' reasons.
  
  
  Sophia ~ Sophia is Sophia, Mayce doesn't feel anything towards the woman but slight fright, not due to her weird nature {one she perfectly understands} but for some other unknown reason she can't put her finger on.
  
  
  Flynn McGearty & The Dead Eyes ~ Being a reliable source of information, Mayce has had her fair share of deals with the man, though none of them big. Their communication has grown vague over the years. She doesn't really care much for their brutal ways, but neither does she enjoy it.
  
  
  The Crimson Edge ~ The whole faction in general doesn't sit well with Mayce, even though she had once wanted to be part of it, she now resents their ways, as they turn a blind eye towards anything that doesn't concern their territory. Family? Please, more like a bunch of mice!
  
  
  The Crows & The Crow ~ "I don't know who you are, I don't care what you do, but you should've never crossed my path."
  
  
  Gwendolen "Gwen" du Theil ~ Unknown
  
  
  Darrow Andromedus ~ Unknown
  
  
  Sheris MacGuiness ~ Unknown
  
  
  Warrek Shaed ~ Unknown
  
  
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  Notes
  
  
  Blue ~ The Ebondusk equivalent of Cannabis, Mayce is a heavy user, and tends to take a sniff at least once in two days. Not so hard to come by in Dead Eye territory, nearly impossible in Crimson Edge and somewhat available in Crows' court.
  
  
  Rosamund Pub ~ Owned by yours truly, this is her primary source of information gathering and selling, please feel free to visit. You'll find yourself at home... Most times. Just don't bother old Al, he's a bit of a grump.
  
  
  Her Meeting with Sophia ~Not added to the History, but she met her a few months later during a high. Believed it to be a dream but turns out it wasn't. Fun, huh?
  
  
  

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@Carl

 

[Carl]

@The Empress of Ice :


Very neat CS, funny and well written, nothing badly to remark other than it's fooglie! ^.^


I jest, very well done...Only thing to edit, is the languages you know; Please don't use Russian as a term, I know we type in English in the RP...But I'd rather not have many terms that relate to reality


Conclusion: You're more than good to go, post, post, post, post !!!

 

[Kharmin]

@Kharmin :
- Please elaborate a bit on your Illusionary Magic in regards to your proficiency in it, since you were right on suggesting that it's otherwise a bit too vague and could use minor, short 'descriptions'.


- I like the History/Biography, it also holds quite a few hooks to work with IC, development and plotwise.


- The weapon choice is fairly unique in this setting, but not an issue and it can even be used to incorporate stories from cities and regions beyond Ebondusk.


Conclusion:


Interesting and well written CS, feel free to post whenever you can/want in Ebondusk! ^^

Amended CS to add detail to Sheris' illusionary magic. It's not all powerful as I think you'll see; more like very minor parlor tricks to aid in her stealth. The katana/wakizashi combination as her weaponry just adds to her mystique ... at least that was the intention.