Fantasy A Nation In Havoc CS (2.0)

[Duke of Doge]

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  Race: Halfling
  Name: Jenny Steamwhistle (given); Jenny Havenrise (family)
  Age: 36 (~20 in human years)
  Gender: Female
  Sexual Orientation: "In love with my work... Though some men are interesting"
  Place of birth: Vilnius
  
  Height: 2'10"
  Weight: 20kg/44.1lbs
  
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  AppearanceOften seen in work clothes with grit covering her face, Jen doesn't care too greatly about appearances, having no one she considers worth impressing. Her ears are longer than a human's, yet shorter than an elf's, and slightly pointed at the tops. Constantly seen with a cheeky smile on her face, and seemingly always excited about something. Jen also wears thick goggles with different monocles attached, allowing for enhanced vision through one eye depending on the one which she chooses.
  
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  Raised in peaceful Vilnius to two builders, a peaceful life of the halflings of Vilnius was always intended for her, but Jenny had a spark in her unusual for her kind, a wish for exploration and discovery. Even as a child she would roam from her village, watching the roads as the troops of the holy empire would march, constantly bringing with them interesting weaponry and technology. She also had a great interest in the village alchemist's work.
  
  As she grew older a bow was placed into her hands, the halflings of Vilnius were revered archers across Okigira. It was said that the rabits and foxes that plagued the farms of Vilnius knew to run as soon as they saw a halfling pick up a stone, let alone a bow and arrow. But to Jen, while she enjoyed the idea of a projectile weapon, bows were so crude, having witnessed what the human soldiers possessed, she was slightly envious. So she set out in the workshop, countless hours attempting to recreate something she had seen only from a distance, until finally she had recreated it, the crossbow. Much less taxing on her body, with far more of an impact... Well, once she had finally made one that wouldn't simply break in her hands that is.
  
  All this time she was learning the family trade, though her 'inspiration' would always lead to unwanted extra mechanisms in the simple halfling hovel. Her free time was always spent in the workshop, attempting to create whatever came to her mind, or bothering the alchemists for lessons on chemistry and the like, though really she was only interested in the volatile reactions that resulted. Most of the time her inventions were complete useless or failed instantly, but she never stopped trying. Unlike her people who cared little for what happened in the rest of the world, Jenny was obsessed with it, stories of the work of the great human engineers who brought steam power to their people, she felt obliged to try something similar.
  
  Taking inspiration from their work, Jenny brought basic steam power to a small part of Vilnius. It took her years to do, and all the while her extended family told her the halflings would have no need for it, but after it was done the winters became far easier on their people. For this, she was named Steamwhistle, for the deafening whistling of steam that would escape her workshop during all hours of the night.
  
  To her families dismay, she didn't stop there, continuing to experiment with all kinds of chemical reactions to potentially enhance her constructions. Many times she'd be seen running out of her workshop, pants flaming uncontrollably as she rolled along the grass, the rest of the quiet village simply watching in a sort of shame at her insatiable curiosity.
  
  One time she emerged from the workshop, upper body completely covered in black soot, hair blown back almost completely, singed at the tips, her gloves almost completely ripped apart, smoke bellowing from each pore of the building. While experimenting with random ingredients, such as sulfur, charcoal, and some trusty saltpepper for her elevenses, the reaction occurred sooner than she had expected, and close to an open flame, causing quite the display of explosive potential.
  
  What she did next, was perhaps not her smartest move, once again she had been warned about continuing on like this, and once again she ignored her own people. Out in the farms she set up the ingredients, a large safety fuse leading to the detonation site. If only fire could be controlled so easily. The leading explosion scarred the area, and burnt down almost half the village in the process.
  
  Luckily for her, her people weren't so motivated by justice or vengeance, having strong family bonds, they wanted her to stay, but instructed that she must stop her experiments indefinitely. Jenny packed her things by the end of the week, while family was important to her, she knew she couldn't live like they did. She was 32 by now, only a year from being deemed an adult. Venturing toward Dalania after hearing of it's acceptance toward foreigners, Jenny made the long trek over the lands of Okigira with supplies and crossbow in hand. Luckily for her she was mistaken as a human orphan on the way, and got a ride for a significant distance.
  
  Upon arrival, Jen moved into the basement of an inn, maintaining the building in return. It didn't take long for her to become homesick, she brushed it off thinking it would pass over time, yet it only got worse.
  
  Personality"Despite my exponential intrigue, I'm still my fathers child."
  Jen is very similar to the stereotype of her people in many ways. Firstly she loves food and ale, hating to miss any of her seven meals a day. She's also happy-go-lucky, enjoying company and the giving/receiving of presents. She has a general distrust in whom she considers 'outsiders', that being anyone whom isn't a halfling (despite the fact that she's a foreigner, in a city with perhaps no other halflings within it's walls), with an especially high distaste in orcs and goblins. She also has a great love for family, including extended members such as second cousins and the like. Over time she has grown homesick to the point of physical sickness at times, but will likely deny it.
  
  Unlike her people, she is not ignorant of the rest of the world, and instead has a lust to explore and discover it. She also enjoys excitement and adventure, and while she isn't hugely interested in violence, she does recognize it's need at times.
  
  Jen has a great love of all things science, especially if they result in a boom. Often when she runs low on supplies she'll 'gather' them from local shops or industries. Also sometimes pretending to be a human child, to retrieve something she needs, or to get out of trouble. She also has a love of cute animals.
  
  Her attitude, while up-beat and excitable, is also somewhat boastful, craving recognition for her feats. She also has a great love of humor, and will often resolve that by poking fun at others, including her friends. Spunky and sarcastic at times, she would likely be referred to as a tom-boy, showing affection with a punch to the arm. She often dreams of balls and fancy events where she wears high-class dresses, but she'd never admit it.
  
  
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  Combat Skills"Ready! Aim! Fire!"
  Carrying a crossbow almost as large as her own body, Jen is a great shot. She has also recently developed two tiny crossbows, perhaps the size of her fists, which rest in a mechanism under her wrists. With the flick of the wrists she can pull them out into her hands. The bolts are extremely small and thus can't carry a great distance or deal significant damage, but they're very hard to notice when she wears long sleeves, and can be fatal with good aim. She also carries a tiny 3" dagger on her side, but she's much more likely to use it to slice carrots than throats.
  
  "Being small has it's advantages."
  Light on her feat, Jenny is quite deft, being able to move silently and stealthily when needed. This usually allows her to get around unseen in order to take what she needs from the people of Dalania. However, in a melee fight she is still extremely weak in comparison to almost any other race.
  
  "Someone call for a demolitions expert?"
  "A what?"
  "...Look do you need something blown up or not?"
  Jenny's true specialty is in her handling of what she calls J-powder, a substance she discovered during her extensive hours of toiling with alchemical substances. Who needs to be able to pick a lock when you can blow it open? She also has a good arm despite her stature, being able to throw her explosives a significant distance.
  
  Professional Skills"I wouldn't call myself a genius, but you can."
  A talented scientist and engineer, Jen has a great interest in weaponry and volatile chemical reactions. As such she is constantly attempting to discovery new technology either mechanical or chemical. She's also a great cook, as almost all halflings are, due to their love of food. Just don't ever let her play the flute, she might claim to be good, but it's better used as a weapon than an instrument for her.
  
  
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[MagicPenguin]

Name: Raimi Charlotte (sometimes called Rae for short)

Appearance:

Relatively short: about 5'2".

Race: Human

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Place of Birth: A farm near Dalania

Backstory: Born the third child out of five to a rustic farmer and his wife on the outskirts of Dalania, Raimi has known a simple, self-sufficient existence up to this point. They are not poor, nor particularly rich; the family plants its own crops, hunts its own food, and tends its own livestock. They sometimes go into the city proper to buy supplies or sell excess goods for extra cash, but they tend to keep to themselves for the most part. It's a simple, predictable life, but a happy one. Raimi's life until now has been nothing but helping out on the farm, hunting wildlife, and occasionally going into the city to run errands.

Personality: Raimi is an outgoing, jovial, and confident person, quick to make friends and slow to get angry. She does not interact with people who are not family very often, so she is unwise in the ways of the world and consequently very trusting. Some might even call her naive. She is extremely capable; she is a skilled outdoors-woman and has little need to rely on anyone else for basic survival. She also has a very determined personality; she does not accept defeat easily or give up on her goals in the face of setbacks. Some have called her pushy at times, which is exactly why her parents tend to send her to the city to sell the family's goods instead of her siblings.


Likes: Her family; Bow-hunting and marksmanship; nature; tending the farm animals; going to the city to see the sights and sell her family's wares; A good, home-cooked meal; the simple, sturdy, and comfortable clothes her mother and elder sister make themselves; the color green.

Dislikes: Dishonesty; Disloyalty; People who lack respect for nature; Arrogant city folk who stereotype and think they're better than "simple/uneducated" farmers and country folk; Country folk who meekly accept said stereotypes and arrogant city folk; Secretly self-conscious about her short height--she hates being mocked for it, but will never admit it out loud.

Skills/talents: Extremely talented archer from her time as a hunter; extremely proficient woods-woman—knows how to survive in the wild; Has an affinity for animals, having worked on a farm her whole life. Has an eye for good horses and is a skilled rider; can aim a bow with commendable precision from the back of a moving horse. Makes and strings her own re-curve bows from appropriate materials she finds in the wild; can also make and fletch her own arrows. Sometimes sells her bows along with the rest of her family's goods. Effective saleswoman.

 

[Alyroa]

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Race: Human

Name: Lukas Blagden

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Place of birth: Dalania city

Backstory: Born as the only child of a trader family in the city of Dalania, Lukas live his life peacefully even though his family isn't rich, but he still has a fine clothes and delicious food. His family have a weapon shop in the trader district of Dalania and his father teach him how to use a sword everytime the shop isn't too busy. He really like his training with his father, he love how people can dance with a dangerous weapon and still look amazing. In his freetime, Lukas prefer spend it in the port looking at the wide vast ocean and feel the ocean breeze on his face. And only that time he will feel calm and content.

Personality: Lukas is a naive, he always think there is a two side of a story and people always have a reason doing what he/she did. He also a kind of person that can't haggle, everytime a customer ask him to get a lower price, he will give them what they want and that's why his father won't leave him alone in the shop. But, despite that, when he has decide to do or say something he will really mean it and won't hear what people said.

Likes: Swordmanship, as he love how people can dance with a dangerous weapon. Ocean, he will feel calm when he smell the ocean and feel it's breeze on his face. Analysing people behavior, he always curious about what reason people do what they did.

Dislikes: A customer that haggle too much and being a cashier at the family shop, as he will get scolded with his father when he give them want

Skills/talents: A promising swordman

 

[Avari]

Race: Human
Name: Cynthia (Originally Layla Loveborne)
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual
Place of Birth: Askary Republic

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Backstory

Once a Necromancer that terrorized villages in the south of Dalania, Cynthia lost her magical powers in a dark ritual that was supposed to make her immortal. Forced to flee the wrath of those she once terrorized, Cynthia fled north to the capital city where she reinvented herself as the inconspicuous owner of a tavern known simply as “The Den”. The Den quickly earned a somewhat sordid reputation as the favorite drinking spot for questionable individuals who did not wish to be bothered by the local authorities.

Born as Layla Loveborne, the first daughter of a rich noble family in the Askary Republic, Layla revealed a talent for magic and a hunger for knowledge at a young age and had a happy childhood spending much of her time studying in her family’s extensive library.

As Layla grew older however, she gained an interest in the darker sides of magic which was further reinforced when her father became sick with a mysterious illness. Determined to save him, Layla dug deep into many ancient and terrible magics despite the risks to her sanity and succeeded in saving her father's life even though everyone believed he would surely perish. Despite her success, Layla’s mind had grown twisted in her studies and she grew more and more distant from the world; her obsessions with the dark arts deepened and her experiments became crueler. It was no longer enough to save a life for her. She wanted to have control over death itself.

To her family's dismay and anger, Layla refused to stop her studies, even when directly confronted by her loving father - the very man she saved. Brokenhearted and furious with her parents ignorance, Layla packed her belongings and left the estate where she had spent her childhood without even offering a farewell.

Renaming herself Cynthia - a name she had taken a liking to during her studies - her exploration of the darker side of magic only deepened, and it was not long before there were reports of travelers going missing near Fenwood. Soon, terrible rumors of a Necromancer began to emerge and spread throughout the countryside.

Cynthia’s studies had left her with an incredible and extensive knowledge of the arcane. She had become a powerful sorcerer, but she had become complacent in her strength. One terrible night, Cynthia attempted a dark ritual that she had been studying for several years -- one that would finally give her the power she wanted, the power of immortality. But the ritual backfired in a horrifying way.

Cynthia’s magic was striped from her, and despite frantic attempts to reverse the ritual or discover what went wrong, her campsite was discovered by a local farmer who quickly reported her whereabouts to the local guard. Without her magic to defend herself, Cynthia was forced to flee for her life from the vengeful locals.

Lost and broken, Cynthia traveled north, finally reaching the city of Dalania. Despite the loss of her magic, Cynthia was still a talented potion maker and expect of poisons and her talents quickly found her in a position of lucrative employment within the city. Several years later, she had saved a small fortune and purchased a rundown tavern called “The Den” in one the darker, seedier parts of the city from the retiring owner.

Today, Cynthia’s Den has become a successful business thanks to its questionable clientele. Many of those who desire to do work away from the watchful eye of the city guard come to the Den to do business. Like a spider in a web, Cynthia sits and waits. Her ambitions have not shrunk, and she works tirelessly to one day regain her lost powers.

Personality

“Once you discover how bodies work, you find that life is merely an over complex and messy way of trying to keep meat fresh”

Quick witted and bright, Cynthia’s intellect remains her defining feature - for better, or indeed worse. She is capable of both charm and malice as the situation requires. Her upbringing has left her with a reserved and logical nature - if slightly cold but she has a respect for those who show particular cunning or if they have something she wishes to learn. While indeed charming, Cynthia’s years of dark magic have rendered her into something of a megalomaniac who finds her current magical predicament absolutely infuriating.

While she tends to look down at most - especially those she considers beneath her intellect, she is not incapable of friendship though she will often place her own needs above those of others. She has a great love for science, as well as history; but her true passion remains the arcane - though she defends her knowledge jealously and would never share it easily, even with friends.

Notable Skills

• Remarkably intelligent and insightful, Cynthia’s past and high level education has left her with a scholarly genius exceeded by very few.
  
  
• Despite losing her magic, Cynthia retains a great deal of skills for potion and poison making. Her time as a necromancer has also left her with an impressive (if disturbing) knowledge of anatomy. She remains rather ignorant about mechanical technology, but wouldn’t mind studying it one day.
  
  
• Though lacking any real combat experience, she is talented with a knife. She is far more accustomed to stabbing unsuspecting foes in the back, rather than meeting them head on however.
  
  
• Cynthia’s knowledge and resources in the criminal underworld are useful, and it is not often that Cynthia is unable to get her hands on materials she requires.

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[The_Omega_Effect]

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(The drawing is just not finished so imagine the fingers of a hardened warrior instead of brown turds.)
Race: Human

Name: Decius Grindor

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Place of birth: Republic of Askary, in Linguard

Backstory: Decius was born in Linguard of the Republic of Askary. However, he did not know much of or even cared about his home land as his family moved to Dalania quickly after his birth. It seemed like they did not want to risk him being born out on the middle of the road and dieing. His parents were carpet merchants, making his life relatively comfortable compared to all the children that lived in the slums and on the streets. Early on, Decius grew a fascination for battling. He longed to be a soldier ever since he was a child. He would be training himself, as seeing himself get better and stronger was fun for him. He would be no pushover to those kids around him. Luckily, he naturally grew to a very tall height, leading to him being able to get even stronger. Despite his size, Decius was no idiot. He would not be manipulated or outsmarted at all. His mere strength only meant that he very rarely had to outsmart people to defeat them. He quickly joined the army and became one of the best soldier there could be. He followed orders without question and his mere presence made those around him fight even harder. At the age of 21, Decius found her. Tall, black, and the curves were just what Decius loved. He could not stop himself. He had found the love of his life. His Axe. He could name her many things, but he decided to give her a name that complimented a warrior like him.

As of late, the squad he was with had taken loss after loss, retreating at every step. It was very hard to keep the morale up after such a disastrous campaign. It felt to Decius that the pathetic leaders could no longer do their duties, leading to him largely blaming them. But, Decius did not want to rebel and be labeled traitor. At least not yet. The enemy armies approached their camp in order to attack and destroy the only Dalanian force within the region. Their scouts had informed Decius's army early which lead to all of the troops getting ready and waiting for the orders from their general. Every single soldier was drawing in deep breaths, with the knowledge that it would likely be their last. The words that left the general's mouth were the last straw for Decius. They were told of how weak the state of their army was. They were told of how much more powerful the enemies were and how well they were equipped compared to them. They told them to Retreat....Decius knew that the enemies would eventually kill them all. He knew that going into battle meant death. But he did not care. He would not return home to Dalania, a coward. He ran to the general from his place amongst the troops. He then leapt up into the air and decimated his generals body with a massive overhead swing, tearing whatever was left of him into half. He then turned to his troops and rallied them all up. He told them their purpose, he told them that they were betrayed and he told them that THEY HAD TO FIGHT. The enemies approached them. But Decius did not fear. Nor did his comrades. He then lead the charge against the enemies into what was one of the bloodiest battles that has ever been fought in Dalania. They were heavily out numbered. Each Dalanian soldier fought with the strength of five enemy soldiers. Decius himself took down hundreds. Hours had past. The sun had gone down. And the battle was won. There was not much left in the battle field and the camp other than dead bodies. But his victory was one to be remembered.

Afterwards, Decius was called upon by his superiors in the army. He was commended for his incredibly victory, praised and even given multiple awards and badges of heroism. Then they gave him the bad news. They had known that it was Decius who killed the general. To them this was treason, no matter how cowardly and idiotic their general was. And they told Decius, that his service to the army had finished. It had only been a few days since Decius was dismissed. But a warrior like him having nor purpose quickly lead to him being in an incredibly sad state. He would wander around in his armour, from tavern to tavern, drinking until he passed out next to his axe. He did not know what was about to happen to Dalania.

More details will be revealed as the RP goes on.


Personality:
Confident, Can keep calm, Ruthless when it comes to completing his goals, Merciless to his enemies, Analytical, Vigilant/Attentive, Dark sense of humour,
Likes:
+Violence
+Proving he is better
+Massive axes
+His massive axe.
+Fulfilling his mission
+Winning
+Leading/being in charge
+Other fearsome warriors
+Being respected and the people who deserve respect
+Instilling fear in his enemies
+Drinking Alcohol
Dislikes:
-Idiots
-Arrogant pricks
-Those who manipulate people
-Cowards (He won't be hating those who are thieves and etc. It mostly means people that run away from him)
-Those that oppose him
-Being ignored
-Losing his axe.
-Not knowing where his axe is.
-Other people holding his axe.
-Anybody disrespecting his axe.
Skills/talents:

• Incredible skill with axes, with him being very good at melee fights and duels in general.
• He can effectively analyse and find the weak points of his foes fairly quickly in the midst of battles.
• Great battle commander due to his leadership skills, tactics and speeches.
• Good at unarmed combat naturally.
• Anything else that would make sense.

Theme song:

(The video itself has another picture/animation of Decius if you will)
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1.96 meters tall/ 6 feet and 5 inches, weighs 121 kilograms/266 pounds.
Buff as hell.
He can be very quick but he chooses not to as moving fast with all that armour would tire him out quickly.
As Heavyweight as you can get in terms of drinking.
His axe's name is "Nightfall"
It looks like this

 

[Duke of Doge]

Appearance:

Name: Nia Davion

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Isn't really sure yet, so she will just say "eh, I just like who I like I guess. hehe..." then nervously look around for a way out of this conversation.

Birthplace: Dalania

*Backstory: Born as the only available child to the Davion throne, following her mother's death due to poison at the age of 10, Nia has a lot to live up too. She was spoiled as a child, being the only heir to the throne tends to do that. Her father is very strict and protective of her, raised to be the best of the best and always do as she was told. This has led Nia to want to rebel against the whole nobility thing, sure, she is proud to be a Davion, and wants to see her country flourish... but she wants to do it her way. Her fathers treatment of her has also resulted in Nia having very few friends in her life, her personality reflects this. She thinks that by being positive and happy for everyone, (more about this TBR) she can make people more positive, or attempt to make some friends.

she is also incredibly forgiving and good natured. She will almost always want to help someone.

Often sneaks out of the castle to go explore. She is a curious girl...

Personality: Nia is happy and spry, full of energy and always acting on impulse. Although generally calm and cheerful, she can easily become aggressive when she feels slighted or challenged. She is magnanimous and cherishes her comrades more than anyone else. This is evident as she will become fiercely protective when others mock or try to hurt her allies. She also hates being treated like a child. Despite her loyalty, she has yet to make any lasting friends, this leads to her occasionally behaving shy and reclusive. On that note, when it comes to romance, she is a total goof, and will have the hardest time admitting her feeling for someone.


Likes: Cookies, making friends, making her country proud, helping others, goofing around, puns.

Dislikes: Geese, work, waiting, “uncivilized” things, people who challenge or underestimate her, bringing up her mother, being told what to do.

Skills/talents: She has had some training in swordplay and mostly archery, as per her fathers wishes, from a world renown mercenary, however, the raining is few and far between, so she does not have much practical practice. She has also had a lifetime of training to be the future queen, so her schooling and intellect is the best in the word.

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Etc: She is super lightweight when it comes to alcohol. She is also left handed. Her red hair is a trait specifically inherited to those in the Davion family.

 

[The_Omega_Effect]

Appearance:

Race: Axe

Name: Nightfall

Age: 5 (Forged a year before being bought by Decius)

Gender: Femaxe

SAXEual Orientation: Axerosexual (Only loves its owner, Decius)

Place of forge: Forged by the best smiths in the Kingdom of Melgar in the city of Hintendar.

BaAXEstory: Nightfall was nothing more than a special rock in the land of the forbidden taken to the mainlands by a group of idiotic travellers. They did not know that they were getting ripped off when they sold the metal Nightfall was created by for a ride back home to Calcia. One thing lead to another, and the metal ended up in the Kingdom of Melgar. And out of it, a large, battle axe was created. It was fearsome and very heavy. It was then purchased by an incredible warrior of the Dalanian army. He paid all the money he had for her. He practically had nothing left other than the armour on him. They got to know each other and an amazing relationship flourished. Then, the true talents of Nightfall were revealed. It was always sharp. The material seemingly never allowed for the axe to be dulled at all. It was heavy, extraordinarily durable and it only got stronger for every foe killed. And as it was used by Decius, due to having to carry her, he himself became even stronger, able to wield her quite easily and move her around like no one has ever had before.

AXEonality: Loyal, A mind as SHARP as steel, Hard as IRON, HEAVY handed

LAXEs: Killing, Being used to kill, showering in blood, AXing people questions, the colour black, sleeping with Decius

DislAXEs: Not fighting, Not being used for AXEworthy tasks, Having its look changed,

Skills/talents:
+Sharp
+Very Sharp
+Very VEERY SHARP
+Heavy
+Very durable
+Never dulls out
+Every time it is drenched in blood, it absorbs small, unnoticeable amounts of it, leading it to becoming unnoticeably more powerful.
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Etc:
ITS A FRIKKING AXE

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

Race: Half-elf/Orc. It was an interesting relationship.

Name: Kruziik Kro Lo

Age: No one is quite sure.

Gender: He's a dude.

Sexual Orientation: All the single women.

Place of birth: Rumor has it he was born in the Badlands, the home of the Orcs, but he'll only answer in some cryptic manner.

*Backstory: Not much is known about him, save what he lets slip:

He came to Dalania because of its diversity, and need of a court wizard. He's been here for a generation, and he harbors a hatred for the Church of The Maker, seemingly for their discrimination against anything not human.

All will be revealed... eventually.

Personality: Always polite, ready to laugh at a moments notice, very charming. Of course that's all an act. He's very manipulative, following the idea of "you catch more flies with honey than vinegar".

Likes: Magic, experiments with magic, controlling outcomes from the shadows, Goblins, Orcs, manipulation of people, Half-elves, other such things.

Dislikes: Gross Incompetence, Humans, Elves, The Maker, the Holy Calcian Empire, other such things:

Skills/talents:
Expert Swordsman
Master Magic-wielder
He can speak every known language, and a few unknown ones.
Expert Wizard
I cannot stress this enough: Epic Wizard



But lies and cryptic sayings aside, he's evil. From some viewpoints anyway.

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

(Umm... less dead people but yeah.)

Race: Human

Name: Armandio "Zach" Zacherios

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Place of birth: Askary Republic

*Backstory: Armandio was born in the Askary Republic to a single father, due to his mother dying while giving him life. His father took care of him with the aid of the his sister, who had a family of her own and was happy to help her brother's child. He grew up in the city, watching in awe as festivals took place and innovation and invention flourished.

But times grew hard, his father died of an unknown disease, his uncle had to work at all hours of the day, leading to an industrial accident that killed him, his aunt grew cold and introverted, his cousins all left to various jobs (some legal, some not), and Armandio learned of the dark soul of the city.

He eventually learned he was a natural at various forms of weaponry and set to work, mercenary work and bounty hunting. This continued until he was exiled for being found in the President's daughter's bed. He didn't regret that night, but was upset that he was exiled from the only home he'd ever known. He was given a week to prepare, and then he could never return.

He was visited by a cat in the night, a small furry mammal with a message tied around its neck. The message was sent by his grandfather in Dalania. He had heard stories of his eccentric nature and his odd relationship with animals, but also that he was once an adventurer. Seeing an opportunity for a new start, he made his way to Dalania.

His grandfather set him up in the kings royal guard, told him to shape up or ship out, and let him sleep at his place.

Armandio still works there today, trying to exist without causing trouble for fear of being exiled from somewhere else. One way he's done this is by avoiding the kings daughter. It's worked so far.

Personality: A quiet type, never raising his voice, keeping to the back. Despite that he's nice to people, cordial at best, trying to stay under the radar.

Likes: Children, animals, weapons, the sciences, other stuff.

Dislikes: Eh, not much.

Skills/talents:
Swordsmanship
Crossbowsmanship
Bow and arrowsmanship
Basic poison brewingsmanship
Slight potion brewingsmanship

 

[Verdas]

Appearance:


Race: Elf

Name: Aurelia Seira Sylvan

Age: 42

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Place of Birth: Province of Morningwood Fenwood

Backstory: (Was about 60% done when I just decided, "Nah")

Personality: Aurelia is a gentle and kindhearted individual, though it may not always seem like it. Depending on her numerous clients' requests, she may make anything from enlargement pills to deadly poisons. No matter how kind she may be, she is not naïve, and understands how the world works. She knows that certain things must be done, for better, or for worse. Having a soft spot for children, she'll often give them medicine and food for free. Her rather unique condition can often get in the way, however, so she requires 'special attention' every now and then in order to quell her needs.

Likes:

• When people do floss
• Helping others
• Children
• Cooking
• Pain
• Being tied up

Dislikes:

• When people don't floss
• Risks (though that doesn't mean she won't take them)
• Her 'curse'
• Fighting

Skills/Talents:

• Aurelia knows virtually all the flora and fauna, and can create all manner of things, ranging from enlargement potions that actually work, to deadly poisons. She can also cook some of the best meals one could ever hope to taste (no, Dovahkiin. Giant's toe is not a cooking ingredient).

• With a wide array of powerful healing and support magic, Aurelia is a highly valuable asset. Unfortunately, the best she can do in terms of offensive magic is to create a small flicker of flame which, more often than not, goes up in a puff of smoke.

• No pain no gain has quite a different meaning in Aurelia's book, as she literally feels pleasure from pain. So much, in fact, that she's become addicted to it. This was the result of testing the effects of a new potion on herself which, unfortunately, had permanent affects.

Theme Song:


Etc.: Aurelia stands at a meagre 4'9, and is about as light as a feather.

 

[augmentedspartan]

Name: Ambrose Paré

Race: Human

Age: 68

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Appearance:

Place of birth: Dalania

Personality: Ambrose is as cynical as he is intelligent. Years of dealing with dead and dying people have hardened his personality to the point that his default reaction is to be cold and uncaring. Manners have long been eroded and his speech is always direct and blunt, rarely caring about how his words will affect others. Ambrose will never reach the point in which he will like a particular person, instead, the closest one might get is his respect. Professional as any pathologist, he takes his job extremely serious and has no tolerance for failure or inefficacy. His moral compass isn't as straight as the average doctor, though, for his values lie more towards knowledge and respect for the craft, with patient care being secondary. While not an outright criminal, it isn't uncommon for him to ignore the law when it's convinient. He isn't careless, however, and can keep a guise of proper conduct.

Violence was never a strong suit of his, and while he can easily bring forth discord with his harsh language, he has always stayed away from physical confrontation, not because of any ethical dilemmas, but rather because of his lack of combat abilities as well as his tall and slender frame being impractical for the task itself.

Surprisingly, Ambrose's ambition has dried up throughout the years. Knowing that his time is close to running out he has decided to take things slowly and calmy, taking more time for his personal projects rather than his career, sinking into more usavory routes to fulfill his curiosity.

Likes:

• Science
• Precision and efficiency
• The human body and its intricacies
• Sleeping
• Learning

Dislikes:

• Noise
• Ignorant people
• Wasting time
• Impatience
• Sloppiness

Skills/talents:

• Expertise in the medical area. Years of cutting open and stitching people back up, whether alive or dead, have given him plenty of opportunity to become very acquainted with the human body and its workings. This knowledge can be used both to aid and harm, depending the situation.

• After dealing with death for most of his life, and being very close to its door due to his age, Ambrose can stay remarkably calm in the face of danger, being able to think clearly and act rationally.

• Cunning and intelligent, Ambrose may appear harmless but is far from it. One doesn't survive this long without having to get his hands dirty, and he prefers to do it indirectly.

• High tolerance for pain. There isn't any specific origin for this, he has always been able to stand more pain than the average person.

Theme song:

 

[Tarot of Death]

1. 
   Appearance:
   
   Race: Human
   
   Name: Douglas Sarin
   
   Age: 23
   
   Gender:Male
   
   Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
   
   Place of birth:askary republic
   
   *Backstory:"Hahah yeah no buddy get to know me first"
   
   Personality: He seems to be fun to be around but has a dark sense of hurmour and seems to want to have alot...i mean alot of death
   
   Likes: Family, Friendss, Brave fighters, Some death only if deserved
   
   Dislikes:Rude Strangers, Liars, Flakers, And unjustified killing
   
   Skills/talents: He has extraordinary stength and skill with his sword
   
   *Theme song:
   
   Etc: He likes wonderul women, good beer, and whole hearted fun...suprisngly

 

[Duke of Doge]

Severian
Human, 29
Male, Straight​

Place of birth: Calcian Empire

Severian grew up as a family-nameless apprentice of a torturer; being an orphan, he didn't have much of a choice for careers. He learned to maim, mend wounds, and hurt them even worse. His job, aside from torturing, was also that of an executioner. In the corrupt government of the Holy Calcian Empire, anyone found guilty of even the pettiest crimes were eventually brought to Severian when he finally came of age to do his work without the help of his master. Most were beat and kept alive for a minimum of three days, then, if their crime severe enough, were brought to the executioner's block for all to see. Severian quickly grew accustomed to it, and with his trusty sword, became feared among many. The low rate of crime staggered even lower, and all seemed to be fine... until a certain woman was brought to Severian.

She was the most beautiful individual Severian had ever seen. His heart winced with each crack of the whip, and eventually, the cracking stopped. He couldn't continue. She was grateful for the mercy, and saw his weakness. They secretly fell in love over the three short days. On the beginning of the fourth day, he couldn't bring himself to allow her execution, no matter her crime. He attempted to sneak her out. However, they failed. With Severian's reputation as the finest torturer they ever had, he was spared, but sent to exile. He was forced to watch his dear beloved have her head separated from her body before he was tossed out with nothing but basic supplies, three platinum, and his executioner's blade. If he were to ever return to the Calcian Empire, he would meet the same fate as his beloved.​

Personality: Severian is a soft-spoken individual, preferring to be kept to his own devices. While he enjoys company, he is never one to actively seek it out. He may come off as cold to some but he means well most of the time.

Likes:
-Small talk
-Working with others
-Animals
-Music
-Helping others

Dislikes:
-Huge responsibilities
-Being helped
-Criminals
-Being singled out
-People who rely on others

Skills/Talents​

Strength
Severian, from his time torturing and swinging his heavy blade, is a rather strong person.

Knowledge of Anatomy
As a torturer, Severian knows what hurts most, what won't kill a person, and what will. He also knows how to heal most serious wounds as a result of keeping people alive during his work.

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Etc: Despite his role in the Empire, he was usually brought into political situations. While he never interacted much, this leaves him with a decent understanding in politics.

Spoiler: Terminus Est

His executioner blade, Terminus Est, meaning "This is the end" in old-tongue, is a long blade hollowed out along the spine with mercury inside. This allows it to weigh less than it would appear to and have a lot more strength in its swings.​

I feel like we already have too many somewhat "edgy" and dark characters I'd like a bit of balance.

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

I feel like we already have too many somewhat "edgy" and dark characters I'd like a bit of balance.

Not to mention the Church is corrupt, not evil. There's a difference between the leaders embezzling funds from the mostly good people that follow them, and the entire religion being evil.

 

[Lekar]

I feel like we already have too many somewhat "edgy" and dark characters I'd like a bit of balance.

Got it, edgy is out, heroism is in. I'll revise.

I had one idea, but I'm not sure if it'd be allowed, I'll run it by you if that's fine?

 

[Duke of Doge]

Got it, edgy is out, heroism is in. I'll revise.

I had one idea, but I'm not sure if it'd be allowed, I'll run it by you if that's fine?

Thank

 

[Countryrps]

Appearance: Ryo is a young boy with a height of about 46in and weighs in at about 65lbs., his hair is blonde but so dirty it looks brown. His eyes are greenish-blue, he has thin lips, and a slightly angular nose. His clothes consist of one outfit it is a tan shirt with pants that are made out of an old floor sack.

Race: Human

Name: Ryo Black

Age: 6

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Place of birth: Dalania

*Backstory: Ryo was born from a peasant family, he was never rich but when his parents were alive they always made sure he had a meal, at least until 2 weeks ago when his parents boss grew angry with them and killed them. For 2 weeks so far he has been living on the streets begging for food to survive. He even got so hungry that he pointed a knife at a guy, little did he know that that man had a sword... This man unsheathed his sword and told the boy that he didn't want to hurt him but he would and gave the boy a slice of bred, after that Ryo scurried off into a more busy street with the bread. (This happened yesterday)

Personality: He is super energetic and playful (on a full stomach), he is almost always kind (except when necessary to be the opposite), he is also cheerful, and enjoys being outdoors, living in the capital he often tries to clime the castle's walls or peer in at the beautiful courtyard through the gate (this tends to get him in trouble with the guards quite often even after he explains that he is just curious what it is like in the castle), and although he has never been he thinks he would really like to swim.

Likes: Cookies, corny jokes, goofing around, and climbing, and thinking about swimming.

Dislikes: Jokes he doesn't understand (he especially hates it when all the adults laugh at a joke that doesn't make any sense to him), loud noises, blood, being hungry/thirsty.

Skills/talents: Begging, making puns, (that's about it)

 

[Duke of Doge]

Appearance: Ryo is a young boy with a height of about 46in and weighs in at about 65lbs., his hair is blonde but so dirty it looks brown. His eyes are greenish-blue, he has thin lips, and a slightly angular nose. His clothes consist of one outfit it is a tan shirt with pants that are made out of an old floor sack.

Race: Human

Name: Ryo Black

Age: 6

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Place of birth: Dalania

*Backstory: Ryo was born from a peasant family, he was never rich but when his parents were alive they always made sure he had a meal, at least until 2 weeks ago when his parents boss grew angry with them and killed them. For 2 weeks so far he has been living on the streets begging for food to survive. He even got so hungry that he pointed a knife at a guy, little did he know that that man had a sword... This man unsheathed his sword and told the boy that he didn't want to hurt him but he would and gave the boy a slice of bred, after that Ryo scurried off into a more busy street with the bread. (This happened yesterday)

Personality: He is super energetic and playful (on a full stomach), he is almost always kind (except when necessary to be the opposite), he is also cheerful, and enjoys being outdoors, living in the capital he often tries to clime the castle's walls or peer in at the beautiful courtyard through the gate (this tends to get him in trouble with the guards quite often even after he explains that he is just curious what it is like in the castle), and although he has never been he thinks he would really like to swim.

Likes: Cookies, corny jokes, goofing around, and climbing, and thinking about swimming.

Dislikes: Jokes he doesn't understand (he especially hates it when all the adults laugh at a joke that doesn't make any sense to him), loud noises, blood, being hungry/thirsty.

Skills/talents: Begging, making puns, (that's about it)

This isn't really... open...

 

[Countryrps]

Dangit one of the best looking rp's I have ever seen... This sucks!

 

[Countryrps]

I just realized that this character is almost exactly the opposite of my University on deck one lol other than first name

 

[Ghost Toast]

Appearance:

Race: Human

Name: Lenard Podrick

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Hetrosexual

Place of birth: Empire

Backstory:

Lenard was born into a wealthy merchant family within the Empire. He had the normal life as an heir to a merchant company, knowing how to cut a deal, make profits, be cunning, and fell in love with science and history. However, one day, he had an idea. The Empire had always been strict on it's rules and he had the idea to set up shop on an island outside of the Empire's reach who's taxes and laws would be the easiest in the world. So, with a group of invertors, they traveled onto an island south of the Empire and colonized, creating the "Free Kingdom of Lordren" and soon, the Isle would be known as "Debauchery Isle". It became a haven for companies as well as scum and villany. Slavery was legalized and it had the philosophy of "make money at any cost". And so, Lenard now sits atop his throne, taking in his little kingdom

Personality:
Lenard is a ruthless buissnessman. He is calculating and knows how to get people to do what he wants. He has a love for knowledge and history, with his libary having hundreds of books on the magical arts, science, and history

Likes:
Making profits
Reading
Playing Chess


Dislikes:
Loosing money
People who burn books
His plans being ruined

Skills/talents:
Charasmatic
Manipulative
Intelligent
Master at Buissness

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

Race: Half elf/ half orc

Name: Ayala

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Place of birth: The Badlands

*Backstory: Ayala was born from the union of an Orc and a Wild Elf (an elf who lives in the Badlands), and taken from her home as an infant by mercenaries working for the Slave trade in the Pasture-Set Isle, more commonly known as Debauchery Isle. There she was raised under cruel masters who taught her of her inferiority to people, and she was raised believing she was a being made solely to serve her betters. Having known only this from childhood, it’s the only reality she knows, one in which her purpose is to be used however her masters please.

Somehow she found herself in the service of the New king of Debauchery Isle, which was now officially known as The Kingdom Of Lordren. She cleaned and cooked for him with his fleet of slaves, and even found herself in his personal group of concubines. His harem were better treated than the other slaves, but only out of his personal request that his toys looked good. She never minded the use of her body, merely because she has been under the impression that her duty is to be used. She knows only this life... and the world the Dark Angel in her dreams tells her of. But those are just dreams, and so she’s never mentioned how he holds her, what he’s told her, his sweet words of freedom, power and control. He is hers, her secret, her temporary escape. And he’ll stay that way forever.

Personality: Quiet, shy, submissive, having been taught she was sub-human her whole life. But somewhere in her is a spark of something, beat down by a life time of servitude.

Likes: Pretty things, and the Dark Angel in her dreams

Dislikes: Is not allowed to have dislikes

Skills/talents: Cleaning, cooking, sex, obedience

Etc: She has Magic Potential but she doesn’t know it, thanks to an enchanted bracelet (that’s too tight to take off but feels like it isn’t there) on her left arm that restricts the use of magic.

 

[augmentedspartan]

Name: Esen Eankild

Race: Human

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance:

Place of birth: Askary Republic

Personality: Esen is first and foremost a survivor. Years working as a mercenary in the wild have left her lacking any form of restraint, and while she doesn't resort to violence immediately, she doesn't pull her punches. This extends to her personality as well. Sarcastic and blunt, she not only speaks what's in her mind but does so without censoring herself. This is not to say that she intentionally goes out of her way to offend people, and in fact can be quite amicable if one has thick skin and gets to know her. If one manages to connect with her, she can be quite affable.

Passively stubborn, Esen isn't one to bother arguing much, but instead will simply bolt down on her opinion and ignore any further chatter if she feels isn't worth her time. This is very much the opposite of a physical fight, which she will continue to the bloody end.

Backstory: Esen was born to a family of mercenaries, who roamed the countryside for whatever odd job they could get. She was raised to be a warrior, not out of tradition or expectations to be a soldier, but because carrying around someone who couldn't participate in the job was a dead weight in a band of mercenaries. Her mother trained her in all that she knew about combat and survival, while her father tried to pass on his knowledge of magic and archery. The latter didn't work out, and she was more likely to shoot her own foot than an enemy, but she was surprisingly adept at destruction magic, which she used to strengthen her combat training. Eventually, she found the group to be too big for her liking and decided to go on her own, whether she remained on her own or managed to form a new band.

Likes:

• Camping in the forest
• Silence
• Winning
• Fighting

Dislikes:

• Loud people
• Big groups
• Argumentative people
• Nosy people

Skills/talents:

• Sword fighting
• Close quarter combat training
• Hunting and trapping
• Combat focused destruction magic
• Survival skills

Equipment:

• Light armor: Provides decent defense without sacrificing too much mobility.
• Longsword: Two-handed weapon for when she needs to hit big things.
• Shortsword: For when she needs to hit smaller things.

Theme song:

 

[Caffeine Freak]

(Alas, I have returned!)

"I'm back, bitches!" - Samuel



Race: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Self-proclaimed lady killer

Place of birth: Dalania​

Backstory: Born into the rolling snowscape of Dalania, Weiss was raised to become a miner - like his father and his father before him - at least until Weiss' six birthday, wherein his father died in a mining accident. Ushered into poverty, his mother passed from disease just a year after. Determined not to share the same fate, Weiss just about managed to scrape by - selling potions concocted from rare earth minerals from his father's collection - which led to his eventual young career as an alchemist. At eighteen, Weiss was expelled from the alchemist community for constantly dismissing core discoveries and theories as 'absolute idiocy'. While his deviation cost him his career, Weiss had already had more than enough in his bank account to retire - yet instead opted to drop alchemy and pursue what he likes to refer to as 'real chemistry'.

Personality: About as self absorbed and egotistical as one can get, yet despite his overflowing confidence in himself, Samuel is not entirely incapable of making friends. Although he tends to be trusting of those he is close to, he is quick to dismiss things he is unaccustomed to or simply disagrees with.

Likes: Being right. That about covers it.

Dislikes: Not being right

Skills/talents: Samuel won't admit it, but he's not exactly the greatest warrior out there. Instead, he relies on potions, poisons, makeshift chemical weaponry and tools to eliminate obstacles. Explosives, corrosive solutions, medical potions, drugs, panadol®– you name it, he's already made it. Naturally, the effectiveness of these tools and concoctions is limited to the ingredients at his disposal.


pls tell me this thing's still open
Duke of Doge

Spoiler: Theme Song