Fantasy A War in the West [CHARACTERS]

[Agante Potatus]

So you've decided to get involved in my RP? Great! Fill out this character sheet, post it here, and I'll like the post to show that I approve of it. If not, I'll reply and tell you what to fix.

Feel free to add more categories if you feel like you want to include something else. I don't mind BBcode if you want to make it fancy, but so long as it's readable and I can navigate through the character sheet, sure.

When making your character flaws, don't put something as simple as "hot-headed" or "impulsive". A better example would be something such as "magically vulnerable", "illiterate", or "incompetent soldier".

One more thing. If you want to make nobility of any type, and possibly even the ruler of an entire nation, tag me in OOC. Just remember that choosing the rulers of a nation could considerably limit your options. On the other hand, people such as lords have largely been un-established, so you have full creative freedom when it comes to that category.


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[Kommadant_Klynx]

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NAME: Aemon Ó Cuanáin

GENDER: Male

RACE: White [Foreigner to Vodenfell]

AGE: 32

HEIGHT: 6'6"

WEIGHT: 195 lbs.

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MAGIC:
N
(IF YES, SPECIFY SPELLS / ABILITIES)

AFFILIATIONS: Whomever he may work for.

NICKNAMES: "Mac"

SKILLS:
+ Skilled as a leader of men.
+ Loyal to his allies, and brave in the face of danger.
+ An experienced warrior, and a great brawler.
FLAWS:
- Drunkard.
- Easily seduced by money or by women.
- A bad temper, especially when drunk.

BIOGRAPHY:
Aemon was born in the county of Talle to a lowly peasant family, where he lived for the majority of his life. From a young age, Aemon was known for fighting with other boys and pulling pranks on the village folk. He gained a reputation as a brawler and a hot-head and was heavily shamed for his low intelligence. At the age of 15, Aemon formed a gang with a few other boys in his village and had constant clashes with rival groups. After the accidental murder of an enemy gang leader, Aemon was exiled from his home village and forced to survive as an outcast. He lived in constant malnourishment for about 4 years, before he arrived at the city of Arde by age 19. There, he fell in with a group of bandits, and eventually became their leader after 3 years of robbing the common folk and pillaging the countryside. After 2 more years, Aemon became unsatisfied with his lifestyle. He wished to travel the world, and make a name for himself and for his companions. His position as an infamous bandit would only secure his reputation as a scourge. And so, at the age of 26, Aemon formed a mercenary group known as the "Talle Men." After 2 years of service in his lord's armies, the mercenaries bought their own ships and sailed to Vodenfell in order to seek out wealth and fortune. It has been 4 years since then, and now, the Talle Men is known as one of the most formidable mercenary parties on the continent.

PICTURE/DESC:
Aemon is extremely tall and muscular, a warrior at heart. His hair is brown and curly and runs down to the bottom of his ears. In addition, the lower half of his face is covered in a ragged auburn beard. He has strong, masculine features, with stern eyes and broad shoulders. His eyes are bright blue and cast a soul-cutting glance at all times. Aemon's face is usually dirty and rugged, and his hands and feet are heavily calloused and scarred from years of travel and battle.
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[hostage]

NAME: Her name cannot be truly pronounced in any language, but many call her Myrre.

GENDER: Female

RACE: Elf

AGE: 22

HEIGHT: 5’6”

WEIGHT: 136 lbs

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STARTING EQUIPMENT: Twin hunting knives equipped with copper & ammonite blades

MAGIC:
Y
Typhokinesis- She can create, shape and manipulate smoke: collection of airborne solid and liquid particles and gases emitted when a material undergoes combustion or pyrolysis

AFFILIATIONS: Herself, most other elves

TITLES: Many know her as the Steel Bender, Brighteyes, and Smoke Watcher.

SKILLS:
+ Especially skilled in metalworking
+ Amazing attention to detail
+ Strategically sound thinking
FLAWS:
- Puts herself above all else
- Spiteful
- She rarely forgets a grudge

BIOGRAPHY: Myrre as an elfling grew up in a shaded community in the great Ferdain forest . She was taught by the best mentors in her town, and soon became prodigious in her knowledge of history and diplomacy. She was gifted also in magic. Although her own talent was not as special or powerful as the other elflings, she knew just how to hone it to her liking.

Myrre was antisocial and prone to squirreling away to think or be alone. Many of the elders wanted to send her out of the forest to see the world, but just as their decision was made, Myrre found her calling. The community’s blacksmith was an ancient elf, who had not yet taken an apprentice. As soon as he came upon Myrre, he took her in. The ancient being taught Myrre the ways of the forge and the fire, and she gladly accepted his guidance. A while back she took over completely, leaving her mentor to fade in peace. She now habits the deepest part of the forest, her smithy tucked away in a grove of aspen trees.

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OTHER:
MAIN DRIVE: Bringing the elvin kingdom back to it’s former glory and restoring the reign of elves.

 

[Erreul]

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NAME: Graken Vislev

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human Sachevian

AGE: 24

HEIGHT: 6'2"

WEIGHT: 184

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STARTING EQUIPMENT: Standard Chain Coat, House Charion Tabard, Two Handed Bastard Axe, Bastard Short Sword, Spearhead Utility Dagger, Theokolan Nasal Helm, Hunting Bow, Hauling Bag

MAGIC: N

AFFILIATIONS: Theokolan, House Charion Lifeguard, Harioun Charion

NICKNAMES: Marigold

SKILLS:
+ Soldier upbringing (Trained in his weapons and discipline, I have come to love those I serve, serve with, and protect)
+ Survivalist (Trained and used to living off the land, hunting and trapping)
+ Strong Feeling (His devotions and interest are deep, and actively try's to assist and further those he loves goals)
+ Open Minded (I may be in the retain of a Lord, however I am no Royalty, every person deserves to be heard)
FLAWS:
- Abrasive (Left to his own devices by his adopted family, he often gives his opinion)
- Slow Trusting (His work requires him to watch, and so he does.)
- Racist to Orcs (Give me one reason Orc, just one)
- I'll Do It My Self (If something needs done I'll do it, better to get the results I want than wait and get nothing)

BIOGRAPHY: Born to peasant stock in Sachev as the third youngest of the family, he was 4 when Orcish raiders sacked the farm and returned through the mountains back to their camp near Ozeraz. During the march he was given low food and kept shackled, however on the stretch the group was intercepted by the forces of a minor family, the Charion's, and when the child was found, the Lord decided to adopt the child. Raised next to the youngest son of Charion, Harioun, the two became fast friends and soon came to grow with each other closely. While the young Viscount was raised in management of an estate and of the little-folk, Graken was raised by the Lifeguard. Taught as a to be a soldier from a young age as well as living from the land, he took to the soldiers role seriously as it became clear he would personally be the retainer of his now brother, and took to his studies with intensiveness. As the boys grew into teens, the two gelled and soon came inseparable from each, running around the court and the family strong house, studying and training, and the occasional fight never rocking the relationship more than a day. Finally at 16, the pair soon found them selves in minor skirmishes with bandits and other minor nobles in power pushes, they soon found themselves in a whole new turn of life. Graken took to his role as a retainer and a Lifeguard as he always trained and proved himself as a warrior worth his adoptive fathers expectations, and as the minor skirmish was over, the Viscount himself came and wrested his hands on both of their shoulders and nodded approvingly. As the years went by and as the youngest spread his wings knowing full well he was the last of succession, life soon became periods of adventure, battle, soon he came to have his own ambitions, and Graken was at his side for better or for worse.

PICTURE/DESC: His Heritage clearly shows through as short brown hair match his brown eyes, reaching well built and tall to match due to his lifestyle, his eyes always seem fixed in an intense focus from behind his white Northern skin. Carrying himself tall as to match his charge, his armour is always clean, his weapons polished, each peace of kit and equipment in top shape. Nothing about this man but the scars on his face seem any different from his common man, but his calm, stiff vigilance clearly shows his years of soldiering. The cold frown permanently spread across his face often contrasts completely when his face lights up, the almost picturesque happy face that could be seen on a man. A tattoo over his right arm of House Charion matches that of Harioun, a little piece taken from on of their adventures.

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[Agante Potatus]

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NAME:
Grand General Theophilus II Jurguin "the Cruel"
GENDER:
Male
RACE:
Human (Theokolan)
AGE:
31
HEIGHT:
6'1
WEIGHT:
182lbs
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STARTING EQUIPMENT:
Exquisite Plate Armor, Royal Circlet, "Athrapi" (Fire-Enchanted Longsword)
MAGIC:
Y
Athrapi, the enchanted longsword Theophilus wields, is a dynastic artifact that burns an enemy's flesh upon breaking skin.
AFFILIATIONS:
The Theokolan Empire (serves as general), The Kingdom of Miven (enemy), House Jurguin (member)
NICKNAMES:
"the Cruel", "the Flaming Scourge", Theo
SKILLS:
+Expert Swordsmanship
+War Strategist
+Feared
FLAWS:
-Dark Reputation
-Prosthetic Hand
-Terrible Diplomat
BIOGRAPHY:
Theophilus, often shortly referred to as Theo, is the secondborn son of the previous emperor. Being the younger brother of Myronius by 3 years, the current Emperor of Theokos, Theo had to live with the fact that he wouldn't take the throne of his ancestral land. Myronius grew up to be a bold, social, and ambitious man, talkative and bright and showing great promise as an administrator and a diplomat. Theo, on the other hand, was cunning, rude and rowdy, and known to be particularly cruel as a child. One time a cat scratched his skin and left it bleeding, so he chased it down, dagger in hand, and messily tore its eyes out, leaving his father horrified and thereafter punishing him. Despite showing great promise in martial ability and war tactics, Theo never was able to let go of his condescending and cruel nature.
After his brother took the throne, Theo, as the relative of an Emperor, would've been expected to do something productive with his time. So he joined the military and started out as a training officer, eventually skyrocketing through the ranks and within a few months was named Grand General of the entire military, impressing his brother Myronius, who gave him the command to lead the armies in the war against Miven. In the past years he has built up for himself a terrifying reputation; Theo was in charge of the entire imperial military, easily having 250,000 men at his disposal, yet only bringing 80,000 to enemy territory.
Under his command, the military was put to deadly yet efficient use. His armies left no survivors in their paths, slaughtering villages and towns that refused to surrender and occupying the rest, burning captured enemy lords and commanders. During the war he lost his entire left hand to a crossbowman, and a magnetic prosthetic hand was made to replace it, so he could still use his longsword. Nonetheless, this injury further enraged him and sharpened his fury, proceeding to execute every man who had helped make his prosthetic. Word has it that Theophilus is slowly going mad and growing more violent, and whispers have it that once the war is over, he means to usurp the throne from his brother.
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[FireMaiden]

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NAME:
Tialha Yinmyar
GENDER:
Female
RACE:
Elf
AGE:
20
HEIGHT:
5'2"
WEIGHT:
135lbs
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STARTING EQUIPMENT:
- A Simple Dress, purple, with yellow accents and a long skirt she has hitched up and tucked under her corset on her left side, exposing most of that leg. Its short sleeved, so when it's cold or raining, she wears a heavy black cloak. She pairs some knee high leather boots and worn leather bracers
- A Bronze Short Sword - Kept on her belt secured around her waist, it's a pretty standard bronze sword with pretty little swooping carvings on the blade
- Dagger - A small dagger with a slightly curved blade kept on her exposed leg, she's not really to sure what it's made of, but at least it's not iron. Maybe Steel? Or perhaps silver?
MAGIC:
Yes
- Natural Magic/Nature Manipulation: Tialah is able to manipulate plants and earth in many different ways by channeling her mana. She can manipulate the ways vines, roots, and other plants move, make them grow, and use them in a variety of ways. When manipulating the earth, her control and capabilities are more limited, only being able to love a small amount at a time, but it's useful when cleaning wounds and water.
- Summon: Tialha can summon forth a pack of large wolves to defend her and fight on her behalf, or just one or two to keep her company. They aren't the biggest talkers, but deal with her
Healing Hands: A nifty little magic that she learned from her mother, Tialha is able to heal wounds. Cuts, bruises, even small hairline fractures can be healed quickly thanks to her, but this is a rather draining form of magic, so she prefers to treat people the old fashion way. The more severe the wound, the longer and more mana it takes to heal it, but if it'll save your life, she doesn't mind draining herself to help you.
AFFILIATIONS:
Herself
Her Clan
Theokolan Empire (Kinda lives there, doesn't want to see it destroyed)
House Jurgin (Works as a maid for Theo, currently helping the army on the battlefield as a medic and general servant)
NICKNAMES:
Thalia
Tiny
SKILLS:
+ Manipulation
+ Multilingual
+ Quick Tactical Planning and Observation (To a degree)
+ Domestic Chores (Cooking, Cleaning, etc. She has no problems doing this too)
+ First Aid
FLAWS:
- Combat Inexperience
- Prejudice (She's just a little bitter towards humans, often ends up stereotyping/not trusting them)
- Has a hard time forgiving people
- Fearless (Often gets into trouble because she's rarely faced with a challange she won't accept. And ends up putting herself and others into danger more often than not)
BIOGRAPHY:
Born into the small Yinmyar clan occupying a minute territory in the mountains, her early years were spent like an elf child dreams of. Running around barefoot, learning a great respect for the forest and everything that inhabits it. However, her time there was short, as her parents decided they wanted to try city life, to see if it would be better than life in the wilderness. So, at the age of five, Tialha was moved to the Magistone slums. Life wasn't what the expected if to be, it was harsh, and there was a major culture shock, but they didn't want to return to their clan and admit defeat. So, her parents both found jobs, and made do with the one room house they could barely afford.

It was not a happy adjustment for Tialha. Her father became a laborer, working to build and repair houses, often getting injured. Thankfully, her mothers chosen occupation was a doctor. She was one of the only willing to charge the least amount she could, and even taught Tialha how to help, which not only lead to her medical knowledge, but her healing magic as well. They made enough to get by, and managed to find someone willing to teach her the skills she needed to get ahead of her parents in life.

Years pass, almost 10 actually, and the family fell on hard times. Her father passed away, and her mother was having a hard time keeping them afloat, so Tialha had to get a job. There werent many people willing to hire a young elf like her, but she everntauly found a job severing the royal family. At first, she was nothing more than a kitchen maid washing dishes, be for being given more responsibility. She liked her life, and made enough money to support her and her mother, who was still operating as a back alley doctor. At 18, the man he primarily served, Theophilus, was wanting some of her servants to help him.and his men out on the battlefield, and seeing as how she had not only medical knowledge, but useful magic, Tialha was among the ones who were chosen to join. Her duties did not change much, but among cleaning up dishes and mending torn clothes, to tending to the wounded. She's seen many things these past two years that she would have preferred not to see, and has suffered herself, but she can't exactly just up and leave. So for now, she will continue to serve Theo the best she can.
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Extra:
- Tialha is extremely light footed, and unintentionally sneaks up/around people. It's not even really a skill, she's kinda like a ghost. You often can't tell she's there until she talks.
- Likes sweet rolls, a lot
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[Mekuto]

NAME: Resik Urto

GENDER: Male

RACE: Orc

AGE: 32

HEIGHT: 6'11

WEIGHT: 275

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STARTING EQUIPMENT: Two-handed falchion, dagger, spear, crossbow, leather and half plate armor.

MAGIC:
Y
carries a totemic charm crafted by his mother, it provides him with minor resistance to disease and poison an well as increasing the speed at which he heals.

AFFILIATIONS: Orcish Tribes

NICKNAMES: The Bloody, Farwalker

SKILLS:
+ Survivalist, has extensive knowledge of plants and animals especially in his native land.
+ Renowned Fighter, through nearly two decades of combat experience and his imposing physical traits Resik has become a well known warrior.
+ Intelligent, for an orc Resik is smart to the point that he can read and write, though his grammar and spelling are pitiful.
FLAWS:
- Uncultured, has a hard time understanding the social rules of other cultures.
- Petty, if he feels that he has been slighted or mistreated he will bear a grudge
- Alcoholic, he loves to drink and if given the opportunity will drink to excess.

BIOGRAPHY: Born to a lesser chief and his shaman wife Resik was always meant to lead his mother prophesied his rise to power saying that he would stride the lands of Vodenfell. Taught the ways of war by his father and the way of the land by his mother he excelled when challenged. Throughout his young life skirmishes and raids between competing Orcish Tribes and the nearby human nations hardened him into an capable warrior. He was well on his way to succeeding his father as the chief of his tribe until his mother fell deathly ill, her fevered last words changed Resik's path forever.

After his mother's death Resik began to travel, first to other tribes and then he ventured into towns and cities. His attempts to interact with humans ended poorly and he was ran out of more than one town, but he persisted until a traveling merchant witnessed his combat prowess and offered Resik a job. He would travel with the merchant and ensure his safety and that he would get paid. It wasn't long before the merchant had Resik follow him everywhere using the fearsome orc to intimidating the competition. Resik used his new income and resources to continue his learning, eventually learning how to read and write with the help of one of the merchant's servants. During a journey to Sibirisk the merchant's caravan was beset by a band of raiding orcs, Resik called the leader of the band out challenging him to unarmed combat.

Resik pitted his tenacity against the ruthless brutality of the older larger orc warlord as the two fought head on. In a furious battle both warriors threw everything they had at eachother, but at the end Resik was triumphant. Defeating the warlord put Resik in a postion to take control of his warrior band. With his new found power Resik began to forge a name for himself, not just as a fearsome warrior but as a leader. Resik could guarantee the safety of caravans moving through orcish lands and could ensure that anyone who didn't pay would come to regret it. For the better part of a decade Resik has been forging alliances among the orcish tribes and making connections with certain wealthy merchants. With the war raging in Miven Resik has begun to play for larger stakes.
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