Fantasy Explorer's Guild Character Sheets

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Hello! This is the application section for my Explorer's Guild roleplay I'm doing. You can come on whenever you like, as we're always accepting! Anyway, here's the basic rules.
1. You can play any race you want as long as I approve of it. This takes place in a Western-inspired setting, so Eastern and Middle Eastern races are very rare, and have to abide by the rules of this particular universe. No playing gods, angels, or demons, as they are inherently good or evil, and are immortal

2.Wait for your character to be accepted by me before you start. I don't have many requirements in terms of their backstory, so you'll usually get accepted unless you are using one of the races mentioned above that are off limits.
That's it. Here's the CS:
Name:

Age:

Race:

Alignment:Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic; Good/Neutral/Evil (I'll explain how to do the alignment if you need me to)

Height:

Weight:

Appearance: (Describe if you don't have a picture)

Hair Color: (If you don't have picture)

Eye Color: (If you don't have picture)

Personality:

Backstory:

Rank within the guild:

Here's the request thread, if you're interested:Explorer's Guild Interest Check
Here is the basic history of the world and the Explorer's Guild:History of the Explorer's Guild
Here's the OOC thread:Explorer's Guild OOC

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name:Lukas Fletcher

Age:23

Race:Human

Alignment:Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic; Good/Neutral/Evil:Chaotic/:Neutral Good

Height:6'3

Weight:135

Appearance: (Describe if you don't have a picture) He is quite thin, but is still quite toned at the same time. He has short hair and a thick, well groomed stubble. He wears very practical and comfortable apparel, usually a loose fitting tunic and trousers when at the guild house, and well-fitted leather armor with a cloak when adventuring.

Hair Color: (If you don't have picture) Brown

Eye Color: (If you don't have picture) Grey

Personality: Lukas is a very bold and adventurous person, always searching for new places and ideas. He has a tendency to follow his instincts, despite the fact he is usually calm and reserved. He is a brilliant planner, and always goes into situations prepared. He also has a cheeky sense of humor, enjoying calling out people on their absurdities.

Backstory: Born into poverty, Lukas was forced to beg at a very early age, eventually resorting to pickpocketing. One day, while running from guards, he fell down a flimsy shaft, and found himself in the planning room of the Explorer's Guild, which had been disbanded decades ago. Fascinated by what he saw, Lukas dedicated himself to rebuilding the guild to it's former glory, loaning money and workers to help rebuild the guild house.

Rank within the guild: Grandmaster, but intends to step down to Master once there are three other ones.

 

[Flutterby]

Talia

• Basics
• Appearance
• Personality
• Background

• Race: Selkie
  Age: 23
  Alignment: Chaotic; Neutral
  Rank: Apprentice
  
• Height and Weight: 5'3" and 125 lbs.
  Smaller in stature, but very proud in posture. She has olive-toned but fair skin, with many freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her shoulders have a different kind of freckles, gray, white and black spots like those of Spotted Seals. Her hair is platinum blond that looks suspiciously like gray and sea blue eyes. She consistently wears a cloak to try and hide her seal-spots, as they generally make people uncomfortable.
  
• As a creature that doesn't belong on land, Talia is naturally uncomfortable. And as a creature that many, if not all, humans view as mischievous and untrustworthy, she doesn't make friends well. Her most remarkable personality trait is that she is distant and often irritable. Before losing her skin and her home, she was a happy Selkie, more playful than most. Flirtatious, even, with the young male Selkies she spent time with. Being separated from the sea has taken that out of her; most of her is made up of longing these days.
• Selkies are sea-dwelling people who normally look like average seals. They have the ability to come onto land and shed their seal skin. To return, they put it back on. They can't return to the sea without it.
  In the water, Talia is a open-ocean dweller, avoiding the coast for most of her life thus far. She prefers the freedom of the vast sea, with its currents for surfing and colorful reefs to visit. Her home was one such reef, with a tribe of other selkies including her father and a few cousins. They acted as caretakers and entertainers of the reef; Talia herself is an avid artist. Back home, she spent time tending the growing reef and shaping it into beautiful architecture. On land, she has become a painter and sculptor; for a few months it was the only thing keeping her sane.
  Unfortunately, Talia's skin was stolen on one of her first excursions onto dry land. Since then, she has been forced to be on land, only touching to sea and never becoming a part of it again. She searched everywhere in the little town she surfaced near, silently by night, but no luck. She settled for a few months, but every now and then, she feels a horribly uncomfortable twinge inside her. It's a sign that the person who took her skin could use her assistance, somewhere, and it can be physically painful to ignore it. She is forced to ignore it every time, since she doesn't know who she is bound to or where they are. A part of her hopes it will become stronger to tell her she is close, and the other part of her hopes that it never happens again. Either way, the Explorer's Guild is her way of figuring out how to travel on land well enough to go searching.
  

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Will edit/fix image tomorrow

Talia

View attachment 341987

• Basics
• Appearance
• Personality
• Background

• Race: Selkie
  Age: 23
  Alignment: Chaotic; Neutral
  Rank: Apprentice
  
• Height and Weight: 5'3" and 125 lbs.
  Smaller in stature, but very proud in posture. She has olive-toned but fair skin, with many freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her shoulders have a different kind of freckles, gray, white and black spots like those of Spotted Seals. Her hair is platinum blond that looks suspiciously like gray and sea blue eyes. She consistently wears a cloak to try and hide her seal-spots, as they generally make people uncomfortable.
  
• As a creature that doesn't belong on land, Talia is naturally uncomfortable. And as a creature that many, if not all, humans view as mischievous and untrustworthy, she doesn't make friends well. Her most remarkable personality trait is that she is distant and often irritable. Before losing her skin and her home, she was a happy Selkie, more playful than most. Flirtatious, even, with her the young male Selkies she came across. Being separated from the sea has taken that out of her; most of her is made up of longing these days.
• Selkies are sea-dwelling people who normally look like average seals. They have the ability to come onto land and shed their seal skin. To return, they put it back on. They can't return to the sea without it.
  Unfortunately, Talia's skin was stolen on one of her first excursions onto dry land. Since then, she has been forced to be on land, only touching to sea and never becoming a part of it again. She searched everywhere in the little town she surfaced near, silently by night, but no luck. With no other choice, she went to the closest larger city and found the explorer's guild, hoping their travels would take her to her skin.
  

Accepted! Welcome to the guild!

 

[AssassinHD]

Kyraithi Underwood
Age: 20
Race: Halfing
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Height: 4'2" (127 cm)
Weight: 106 lbs (48 kg)
Appearance:

Spoiler: Picture

Hair Color: Blonde and brown
Eye Color: Dark green

Personality: (Sorry I didn't finish, had to run and do something) Kyraithi is a bubbly, enthusiastic character that most people love to be around, and he loves to be around most people. He's easygoing and charming, but a lot of people find him too obnoxious.
Backstory: Kyraithi, an only child, had wealthy parents that really spoiled him as a child. They gave him the best education and planned for him to go to college, but it never suited him. Being a gentelman was simply not Kyraithi's style. Instead, he prefered being outside with friends and playing music. And this is how he grew up - being spoiled and led into a life he didn't want to lead. So when he reached 18, finished his simple education, his parents began to set aside money to give to him and pay off college. But, instead of filling out applications, he told them he wasn't going to college. And thus, his parents kicked him out of the house with no money, no inheritance, nothing. He was on his own. He began busking for money and taking small loans from his cousin, and opened the Underwood Inn at the age of 19. There he sold ale, food, and lodging whilst he preformed for more tips, letting people and himself forget the stresses of overwhelming debt and taxes.

He now works 2 jobs, the Inn and in the Explorer's guild in an effort to pay this off.
Rank: Journeyman

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

I'll accept you once you finish.

Kyraithi Underwood
Age: 20
Race: Halfing
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Height: 4'2" (127 cm)
Weight: 106 lbs (48 kg)
Appearance:

Spoiler: Picture

Hair Color: Blonde and brown
Eye Color: Dark green

Personality: wip
Backstory: wip
Rank: Journeyman

 

[AssassinHD]

Rusty of Shackleford finished!

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Kyraithi Underwood
Age: 20
Race: Halfing
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Height: 4'2" (127 cm)
Weight: 106 lbs (48 kg)
Appearance:

Spoiler: Picture

Hair Color: Blonde and brown
Eye Color: Dark green

Personality: (Sorry I didn't finish, had to run and do something) Kyraithi is a bubbly, enthusiastic character that most people love to be around, and he loves to be around most people. He's easygoing and charming, but a lot of people find him too obnoxious.
Backstory: Kyraithi, an only child, had wealthy parents that really spoiled him as a child. They gave him the best education and planned for him to go to college, but it never suited him. Being a gentelman was simply not Kyraithi's style. Instead, he prefered being outside with friends and playing music. And this is how he grew up - being spoiled and led into a life he didn't want to lead. So when he reached 18, finished his simple education, his parents began to set aside money to give to him and pay off college. But, instead of filling out applications, he told them he wasn't going to college. And thus, his parents kicked him out of the house with no money, no inheritance, nothing. He was on his own. He began busking for money and taking small loans from his cousin, and opened the Underwood Inn at the age of 19. There he sold ale, food, and lodging whilst he preformed for more tips, letting people and himself forget the stresses of overwhelming debt and taxes.
Rank: Journeyman

Accepted! Welcome to the guild, Journeyman!

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Just posted the OOC thread. The RP will start once we get some more people.

 

[Kenjinx]

Spoiler

Marstor "Mars" Renaud​

• Basic Information
• Biography
• Church of Two Roots

• 
  Age: 27
  
  Race: Human
  
  Alignment: Lawful Good
  
  Height: 6'3"
  
  Weight: 200 lbs
  
• 
  Rank within the guild: Journeyman
  
  Personality: Marstor is generally kind and easygoing in casual encounters, even prone to cracking jokes when the situation calls for it. He's usually content with the simple things in life and quite disciplined because of it, not one to fall into temptation or chase thrills. He carries himself with a sense of purpose, which works wonders in keeping him from feeling disheartened. When one is on his good side (and not prone to seeking trouble) he can be a real pleasure to be around.
  
  ​
  However, his reverence for his Church and related duties will always outweigh any personal grievances that he may have. His kindness should not be mistaken for moral neutrality, nor his humor for silliness. When it's required that he don his gear to carry out any serious task, he places said task before his own character; his personality may seem lackluster at times because of it. It's obvious that Marstor has tried his utmost to keep these two sides in balance.
  
  ​
  Backstory: The Renaud family was not a particularly outstanding one, but it was decent and stable. Son to a woodworker, Marstor spent his childhood living at his family's modest property on the outskirts of a small Church-sanctioned town. While it could not accommodate any large academies or hospitals, the town had a healthy relationship with the Church and made its mark on the wider world by selling its collection of high quality goods at annual market festivals. It was partaking in a ritual procession during one of these faires that first inspired young Marstor to step out from his little piece of the world in pursuit of the larger institutions.
  
  And so his teenage years were spent traveling a short distance between his home and the nearby school that had been established to educate the community on matters of import. And when a band of monsters came dangerously close to this community only to be thwarted with fire and fury by the small band of neighboring brother-knights, the young man got his first taste of justice and his second urge to branch out. After a kiss from his mother and a gift from his father, the sixteen year old Marstor set off with a Church warrior in a journey to the Cathedral where his training would be furthered.
  
  After many years of being trained in both the martial and medicinal arts, the now ordained cleric Marstor Renaud has been sent on a mission in accordance with the Doctrine of Righting: ensure that the new Explorer's Guild is not just a continuation of its recent villainy, and assist it in any way necessary.
  
• 
  Long before the Treaty of Bael Turath and its outlawing of abhorrent creatures, before the times of the advanced and prosperous kingdoms of today, there existed a small and insular group of learned men dedicated to the preservation and dissemination of knowledge during the Grand Exodus.
  
  The southern migration did no favors for those who wished to remain in their comfortable groups and reinforced homes, pulling even those who had managed to secure a stable existence into the fray as battle no longer became the primary concern of the population. While the soldiers and laborers busied themselves with taming the wilds, one man came to the realization that no civilization would prosper in the future unless its mind was as sharp as its sword - this would be Franne, The First Root.
  
  A skilled medical practitioner and scholar (though he had not been ordained by man), Franne was said to have been tall like any Northman with a head of silver hair that had turned much too young, some attributing it to the mental stress that he had gone through while attempting to connect information in a disconnected world. It was only during a long night in his twentieth year that the Divine (his common name now being Kras) made its presence known to the would-be leader. Many more sleepless nights were spent in conversation with this mysterious figure, who increasingly made his nature known to the scholar. Whatever it was that prompted Kras to speak, this new lifeline both strengthened Franne's resolve and sharpened his mind; there was no longer a need to remain in one place when he could now catalogue the new world in the South.
  
  Yet no one man could carry out the work of a god alone, no matter how knowledgeable or powerful. Franne found others along the way, others who had shared his previous dilemma and were curious enough to follow him on his new and difficult journey. More and more had come to the same understanding and had heard what Kras ordained for them, eventually leading to the creation of the first congregation which was yet without organization. Years of wandering and exploring, learning and teaching, healing and mending were all well documented by the very men who partook in the activities. Soon enough swords and shields were set aside for workplows and hammers while caravans were exchanged for homes, and so came the rise of kingdoms and higher civilization that Franne and his followers had so strived for. Yet behind all of the peace and prosperity, there was something horrible brewing that would cost the lives and souls of many in the future. It would soon become clear that not only scholars would be called for as another prominent figure arose - he would be Kranz, The Second Root.
  
  The early life of Kranz is not documented in such detail as Franne's, although it is known that he had been no stranger to combat and had not been in contact with Franne or his followers until at least thirty years of age. A giant of a man with a wartorn visage and a dark head of hair, Kranz was known for his keen sense of tactics and aura of authority. Not born to lead but rather drawn into it, the footsoldier-turned-commander was delivered an otherworldly message one day when it is said that Kras directed him towards Franne's humble priories and clinics to learn of the coming battles. While he did not fully understand the nature of this order, he drew his maps and readied his men (who trusted and followed his lead without so much as a protest) for a soldier's approach at this previously unknown place. Kranz and his retinue were not greeted with suspicion and fear however, rather an understanding had been reached before the two bodies had even met. Having been offered shelter and charity, the soldiers settled there for some time.
  
  It is no coincidence to believers that word of Bael Turath broke out while Kranz was traveling to the priory. Strange and horrendous afflictions were being studied and treated by Franne's followers at a rapid pace, on the other hand teaching Kranz's men of the past history and future purpose of their group. While no one nation could bring down the Empire of Bael Turath, sitting idly by while the different kingdoms conferred and decided on a strategy would do no one any good. The soldiers and the priests came together in agreement that the expertise of both would be used to combat this new threat in an effort to preserve what had been built, ordaining the first brother-knights and bishops of what would later come to be known as the Church of Two Roots. Once the time came, the Vanguard (as the first group of holy crusaders are now called) burned, smashed, and cleaved its way through the foul forces of Bael Turath while the healers snuffed out the dark plagues and afflictions resulting from it. It did not take long for the men and boys that had been inspired by Franne's kindness to see the work of the Vanguard in unison with the kingdoms of the world, resulting in a large supply of new and inspired novices.
  
  The war was won, but it had taken its toll on the people. The congregation of Kras had finally been recognized by more than its own people, and so came the first anointing and naming of the Church of Two Roots. The Church was adamant in its opposition to the forces of Bael Turath and whatever unholy things had been summoned by it, warning of the possibility of such an event in the future. Once the treaty had been settled on by the people of the world, the Church turned its focus towards relief efforts and the training of future clergy; all would know of what they faced, and how to combat it. When the time of Franne and Kranz had finally passed, both having written their final works which carried messages and reflections, the dual positions of Rootmaster were established so that the Church may always remain in balance and strong leadership. While peace reigned once more, the Church did not stop its training of soldiers but redirected them to the creeping beasts and monsters of the world. The Doctrine of Righting was established, which states that all members of the Church must answer the call when something harmful must be corrected, holding it in sensible priority no matter how large or small that task may be.
  
  Despite occasional opposition to it, the Church of Two Roots still remains strong to this day and continues its ancient traditions of healing and preserving knowledge while carving a path through that which is evil with a strong hand. Every facet of the institution calls back to its oldest ways, keeping to its roots in accordance with its namesake.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Spoiler

View attachment 342416

Marstor "Mars" Renaud​

• Basic Information
• Biography
• Church of Two Roots

• 
  Age: 27
  
  Race: Human
  
  Alignment: Lawful Good
  
  Height: 6'3"
  
  Weight: 200 lbs
  
• 
  Rank within the guild: Journeyman
  
  Personality: Marstor is generally kind and easygoing in casual encounters, even prone to cracking jokes when the situation calls for it. He's usually content with the simple things in life and quite disciplined because of it, not one to fall into temptation or chase thrills. He carries himself with a sense of purpose, which works wonders in keeping him from feeling disheartened. When one is on his good side (and not prone to seeking trouble) he can be a real pleasure to be around.
  
  ​
  However, his reverence for his Church and related duties will always outweigh any personal grievances that he may have. His kindness should not be mistaken for moral neutrality, nor his humor for silliness. When it's required that he don his gear to carry out any serious task, he places said task before his own character; his personality may seem lackluster at times because of it. It's obvious that Marstor has tried his utmost to keep these two sides in balance.
  
  ​
  Backstory: The Renaud family was not a particularly outstanding one, but it was decent and stable. Son to a woodworker, Marstor spent his childhood living at his family's modest property on the outskirts of a small Church-sanctioned town. While it could not accommodate any large academies or hospitals, the town had a healthy relationship with the Church and made its mark on the wider world by selling its collection of high quality goods at annual market festivals. It was partaking in a ritual procession during one of these faires that first inspired young Marstor to step out from his little piece of the world in pursuit of the larger institutions.
  
  And so his teenage years were spent traveling a short distance between his home and the nearby school that had been established to educate the community on matters of import. And when a band of monsters came dangerously close to this community only to be thwarted with fire and fury by the small band of neighboring brother-knights, the young man got his first taste of justice and his second urge to branch out. After a kiss from his mother and a gift from his father, the sixteen year old Marstor set off with a Church warrior in a journey to the Cathedral where his training would be furthered.
  
  After many years of being trained in both the martial and medicinal arts, the now ordained cleric Marstor Renaud has been sent on a mission in accordance with the Doctrine of Righting: ensure that the new Explorer's Guild is not just a continuation of its recent villainy, and assist it in any way necessary.
  
• 
  Long before the Treaty of Bael Turath and its outlawing of abhorrent creatures, before the times of the advanced and prosperous kingdoms of today, there existed a small and insular group of learned men dedicated to the preservation and dissemination of knowledge during the Grand Exodus.
  
  The southern migration did no favors for those who wished to remain in their comfortable groups and reinforced homes, pulling even those who had managed to secure a stable existence into the fray as battle no longer became the primary concern of the population. While the soldiers and laborers busied themselves with taming the wilds, one man came to the realization that no civilization would prosper in the future unless its mind was as sharp as its sword - this would be Franne, The First Root.
  
  A skilled medical practitioner and scholar (though he had not been ordained by man), Franne was said to have been tall like any Northman with a head of silver hair that had turned much too young, some attributing it to the mental stress that he had gone through while attempting to connect information in a disconnected world. It was only during a long night in his twentieth year that the Divine (his common name now being Kras) made its presence known to the would-be leader. Many more sleepless nights were spent in conversation with this mysterious figure, who increasingly made his nature known to the scholar. Whatever it was that prompted Kras to speak, this new lifeline both strengthened Franne's resolve and sharpened his mind; there was no longer a need to remain in one place when he could now catalogue the new world in the South.
  
  Yet no one man could carry out the work of a god alone, no matter how knowledgeable or powerful. Franne found others along the way, others who had shared his previous dilemma and were curious enough to follow him on his new and difficult journey. More and more had come to the same understanding and had heard what Kras ordained for them, eventually leading to the creation of the first congregation which was yet without organization. Years of wandering and exploring, learning and teaching, healing and mending were all well documented by the very men who partook in the activities. Soon enough swords and shields were set aside for workplows and hammers while caravans were exchanged for homes, and so came the rise of kingdoms and higher civilization that Franne and his followers had so strived for. Yet behind all of the peace and prosperity, there was something horrible brewing that would cost the lives and souls of many in the future. It would soon become clear that not only scholars would be called for as another prominent figure arose - he would be Kranz, The Second Root.
  
  The early life of Kranz is not documented in such detail as Franne's, although it is known that he had been no stranger to combat and had not been in contact with Franne or his followers until at least thirty years of age. A giant of a man with a wartorn visage and a dark head of hair, Kranz was known for his keen sense of tactics and aura of authority. Not born to lead but rather drawn into it, the footsoldier-turned-commander was delivered an otherworldly message one day when it is said that Kras directed him towards Franne's humble priories and clinics to learn of the coming battles. While he did not fully understand the nature of this order, he drew his maps and readied his men (who trusted and followed his lead without so much as a protest) for a soldier's approach at this previously unknown place. Kranz and his retinue were not greeted with suspicion and fear however, rather an understanding had been reached before the two bodies had even met. Having been offered shelter and charity, the soldiers settled there for some time.
  
  It is no coincidence to believers that word of Bael Turath broke out while Kranz was traveling to the priory. Strange and horrendous afflictions were being studied and treated by Franne's followers at a rapid pace, on the other hand teaching Kranz's men of the past history and future purpose of their group. While no one nation could bring down the Empire of Bael Turath, sitting idly by while the different kingdoms conferred and decided on a strategy would do no one any good. The soldiers and the priests came together in agreement that the expertise of both would be used to combat this new threat in an effort to preserve what had been built, ordaining the first brother-knights and bishops of what would later come to be known as the Church of Two Roots. Once the time came, the Vanguard (as the first group of holy crusaders are now called) burned, smashed, and cleaved its way through the foul forces of Bael Turath while the healers snuffed out the dark plagues and afflictions resulting from it. It did not take long for the men and boys that had been inspired by Franne's kindness to see the work of the Vanguard in unison with the kingdoms of the world, resulting in a large supply of new and inspired novices.
  
  The war was won, but it had taken its toll on the people. The congregation of Kras had finally been recognized by more than its own people, and so came the first anointing and naming of the Church of Two Roots. The Church was adamant in its opposition to the forces of Bael Turath and whatever unholy things had been summoned by it, warning of the possibility of such an event in the future. Once the treaty had been settled on by the people of the world, the Church turned its focus towards relief efforts and the training of future clergy; all would know of what they faced, and how to combat it. When the time of Franne and Kranz had finally passed, both having written their final works which carried messages and reflections, the dual positions of Rootmaster were established so that the Church may always remain in balance and strong leadership. While peace reigned once more, the Church did not stop its training of soldiers but redirected them to the creeping beasts and monsters of the world. The Doctrine of Righting was established, which states that all members of the Church must answer the call when something harmful must be corrected, holding it in sensible priority no matter how large or small that task may be.
  
  Despite occasional opposition to it, the Church of Two Roots still remains strong to this day and continues its ancient traditions of healing and preserving knowledge while carving a path through that which is evil with a strong hand. Every facet of the institution calls back to its oldest ways, keeping to its roots in accordance with its namesake.

Accepted. Welcome to the guild!

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Name-Sylvester Dunwitch
Age-unknown thought to be around his late 20's or early 30's
Race-human
Aliment-Lawful neutral
Height-6ft 5in
Weight-80 kilograms
Appearance-

hair color-unknown
eye color-unknown

Personality- Sylvester has a very warm disposition and has the voice of a man who was born into the upper class however he still talks calmly and slowly, he's always willing to lend a hand if someone is in danger of if a battlefield needs a doctor, something many have noted is that he rarely takes of his mask or gloves this has given rise to a dark rumor that whoever he cannot save be they man, woman or child gets their name tattooed onto his skin as a reminder of his failure but who would take such rumors as fact?

Backstory-Not much is really known of Sylvester early life although he was born into a wealthy family and was a very timid but polite young boy, he was intelligent so took up interest in medicine and soon began learning how to become a doctor, he graduated at the top of his class and became famous for being the doctor that would always be willing to help, he would even treat children for free, he's always wanted to protect the young although no-one knows why he has made this one of his missions in life, one that he follows with such zeal

Rank within the guild- Doctor

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name-Sylvester Dunwitch
Age-unknown thought to be around his late 20's or early 30's
Race-human
Aliment-Lawful neutral
Height-6ft 5in
Weight-80 kilograms
Appearance-
View attachment 342737
hair color-unknown
eye color-unknown

Personality- Sylvester has a very warm disposition and has the voice of a man who was born into the upper class however he still talks calmly and slowly, he's always willing to lend a hand if someone is in danger of if a battlefield needs a doctor, something many have noted is that he rarely takes of his mask or gloves this has given rise to a dark rumor that whoever he cannot save be they man, woman or child gets their name tattooed onto his skin as a reminder of his failure but who would take such rumors as fact?

Backstory-Not much is really known of Sylvester early life although he was born into a wealthy family and was a very timid but polite young boy, he was intelligent so took up interest in medicine and soon began learning how to become a doctor, he graduated at the top of his class and became famous for being the doctor that would always be willing to help, he would even treat children for free, he's always wanted to protect the young although no-one knows why he has made this one of his missions in life, one that he follows with such zeal

Rank within the guild- Doctor

Accepted. Welcome, doctor!

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Rusty of Shackleford when does the role play begin?

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Rusty of Shackleford when does the role play begin?

After we get a couple more people. Most likely two more.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

I'm making another character, but I'm still waiting for a few more people before the RP starts:

Name: Liam Amblecrown

Age: 26

Race: Human

Alignment:Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic; Good/Neutral/Evil (I'll explain how to do the alignment if you need me to) Lawful Good

Height:6'4

Weight: 225

Appearance: (Describe if you don't have a picture) He looks very masculine, with broad shoulders, a toned build, and a full beard. As a king, he dresses regally, but casually as well, choosing comfort over lavishness. He is a warrior, so he normally wears armor when out and about.

Hair Color: (If you don't have picture) Dark Brown

Eye Color: (If you don't have picture) Dark Blue

Personality: Despite being king, Liam is very casual. He treats everyone the same, and wishes to be addressed by his first name. He is very sarcastic, and has a father-like sense of humor. As a warrior, he has the mentality that you don't truly know someone until you fight them. He doesn't fight everyone to be able to trust him, he trusts his wife and they haven't dueled each other, it's simply his way to gauge a stranger's trustworthiness right away.

Backstory: The son of Joseph and Elise Amblecrown, Liam is the only son and heir to the kingdom of Rexroth. From a very early age, Liam was taught how to be a warrior, being taught swordplay, archery, strategy, and leadership. It was obvious from a very early age that Liam was a born leader and warrior, easily beating his peers in every category. He had his first taste of battle at only fifteen years old, where he killed his first man. From that day on, he always fought alongside his men, bravely leading them into battle. When Liam was sixteen, he was betrothed to the princess of Rexroth's neighbor, Chaswen. Her name was Alison, and Liam quickly fell in love with her. They kept seeing each other until Liam was eighteen, when his father died in battle. Liam was forced to withdraw from fighting with his men, as he had no heir yet. On the eve of Alison's eighteenth birthday, Liam went to Chaswen to begin preperations for the wedding. Alison's brother had cut off communication between her and Liam in an attempt to remain in control of Chaswen. After the two were married, Alison's brother fully fell from grace, kidnapping her and trying to kill Liam. After dealing with him, Liam and Alison spent the last six years rebuilding the damage Chaswen suffered under the rule of Alison's brother. When Liam heard of the Explorer's Guild being rebuilt, he started funding it at once, seeing it as the best way to rebuild the kingdom.

Rank within the guild: Investor

 

[animegirl20]

Name:
Jie

Real Name:
Elisabeth Evermore

Age:
23

Race:
Human

Alignment:
Neutral Good

Height:
5'6

Weight:
118

Personality:
Jie has a temperamental personality while being very tomboyish and girly at the same time. While known for her extreme intellect, Jie is considerably spoiled and vain, using her great beauty as an excuse for her selfish behavior. While in stressful conditions, gets angry toward everyone including her allies. Jie tends to have a great deal of concern over her hygiene, frequently complaining when circumstances prevent her from taking a bubble bath or replenishing her beauty supplies, even when her hygiene is the least of her worries.​

Despite her temperament, Jie often displays friendliness and helpfulness towards others. She tends to approach major situations rationally, often making crucial decisions on her own, and she tends to be very persistent in achieving her goals. She is also very witty, usually teasing her friends, apart of being happy and easy-going. Jie enjoys strawberries, attractive boys and bubble baths. While dealing in certain social dilemmas, Jie sometimes uses her sex appeal to get what she wants. Though she does have a strong annoyance to perverted men. At times, when she doesn't watch her mouth she gets herself into trouble. Jie can be violent when angered.​

Backstory:
Elizabeth is actually a noble girl from a very rich family. While growing up she would read books on heroes going on great a adventures and she wanted to be just like them. She had a uncle that traveled around and would tell her stories of adventures he even taught her how to fight. Though he had to do it secretly because her parents were very strict and she wasn't allow to do a whole lot. As time went by her parents informed her that they had arranged for her to married to someone she didn't even know. Quickly she began to realize that if she didn't make a change she was going to be stuck there forever. So one night she backed her things and snuck out. She ended up changing her name to Jie and then found herself joining a guild and she couldn't be happier.

Rank within the guild:
Journeyman​

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name:
Jie

Real Name:
Elisabeth Evermore

Age:
23

Race:
Human

Alignment:
Neutral Good

Height:
5'6

Weight:
118
View attachment 343328
Personality:
Jie has a temperamental personality while being very tomboyish and girly at the same time. While known for her extreme intellect, Jie is considerably spoiled and vain, using her great beauty as an excuse for her selfish behavior. While in stressful conditions, gets angry toward everyone including her allies. Jie tends to have a great deal of concern over her hygiene, frequently complaining when circumstances prevent her from taking a bubble bath or replenishing her beauty supplies, even when her hygiene is the least of her worries.​

Despite her temperament, Jie often displays friendliness and helpfulness towards others. She tends to approach major situations rationally, often making crucial decisions on her own, and she tends to be very persistent in achieving her goals. She is also very witty, usually teasing her friends, apart of being happy and easy-going. Jie enjoys strawberries, attractive boys and bubble baths. While dealing in certain social dilemmas, Jie sometimes uses her sex appeal to get what she wants. Though she does have a strong annoyance to perverted men. At times, when she doesn't watch her mouth she gets herself into trouble. Jie can be violent when angered.​

Backstory:
Elizabeth is actually a noble girl from a very rich family. While growing up she would read books on heroes going on great a adventures and she wanted to be just like them. She had a uncle that traveled around and would tell her stories of adventures he even taught her how to fight. Though he had to do it secretly because her parents were very strict and she wasn't allow to do a whole lot. As time went by her parents informed her that they had arranged for her to married to someone she didn't even know. Quickly she began to realize that if she didn't make a change she was going to be stuck there forever. So one night she backed her things and snuck out. She ended up changing her name to Jie and then found herself joining a guild and she couldn't be happier.

Rank within the guild:
Journeyman​

Accepted! Welcome to the guild!

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Rp is here:Explorer's Guild (IC)

 

[Pauly51]

Name: Robert Talbot aka Young Robbie

Age: 18

Race: Human

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Height: 5’9”

Weight: 185 lbs

Appearance: Young Robbie has a stocky build and the muscles of doing hard manual labor on the monastery farm throughout is adolescent and teenage years. During his time on his own, he has managed to acquire leather armored breastplate, a helmet, shield, and adventurer’s boots. He carries a crusader’s holy sword.

Hair Color: Sandy Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Personality: Young Robbie is a decent enough of a fellow. He usually does the right thing but for all the wrong reasons. He is generous person giving 15% of whatever he makes to a city orphanage. Sometimes he is more dream than drive. He is a little bit of a rebellious youth and had bit of a distaste for authority. He is good natured and likeable.


Backstory: At the age of ten, Robert Talbot was pulled out of an orphanage and delivered to the Monastery of St Ignatius, where he was to begin a life of prayer, contemplation, good works, and labor in the vineyard of our lord. Because he was disinclined to practice the first and second tasks, he was given overwhelming helping of the fourth task and smattering of the third. As an acolyte, he was given a taste of the willow branch along his backside on weekly or almost daily basis for straying from his prayers and duties. He wondered if this was what the Lord’s plan was for him. All of this came to a head in his sixteenth year.

Late one night, he heard a nun’s shrieks from the sanctuary. He went over and found the father superior molesting a fifteen year old nun. It was the poor girl with a pretty angelic face and tears running down her face. Robbie remembered the years of abuse and balled up his fist. He took four steps and threw all of his weight behind the punch connecting with the father superior’s jawbone. It knock him to the ground. As he struggled to get up, the father superior bellowed “You will regret this to the end of your days… I will whip the hell out of you, Acolyte Robert!” Robbie went over grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and banged his head against the altar until the father superior passed out. Shortly thereafter, Brother Marcus arrived on the scene and queried, “Robert, what have you done?? The nun with angelic face answered for him. “He saved me from this hellish fiend.” Brother Marcus, a good soul, had to come up with the right thing to do in a manner of moments. Brother Marcus took Robbie to the crypt. They found the tomb of St Ignatius the Crusader and opened it up. The skeleton of the old saint stilled laid there with its bony fingers wrapped around a brilliant long sword. Brother Marcus took the sword and said, “St. Iggy won’t be needing this. Bring it back when you are finished.” Then, they resealed the tomb. Brother Marcus took Robbie to the monastery’s door. What Marcus then said will stay with Young Robbie until the end of his days. “Yours is a different path; you must leave us now … Go forth in the world, do good works, be the change you want to see in the world.” Robbie answered, “Yes, I will brother.” Then, he went off into the night.

Rank within the guild: Apprentice

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Name: Robert Talbot aka Young Robbie

Age: 18

Race: Human

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Height: 5’9”

Weight: 185 lbs

Appearance: Young Robbie has a stocky build and the muscles of doing hard manual labor on the monastery farm throughout is adolescent and teenage years. During his time on his own, he has managed to acquire leather armored breastplate, a helmet, shield, and adventurer’s boots. He carries a crusader’s holy sword.

Hair Color: Sandy Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Personality: Young Robbie is a decent enough of a fellow. He usually does the right thing but for all the wrong reasons. He is generous person giving 15% of whatever he makes to a city orphanage. Sometimes he is more dream than drive. He is a little bit of a rebellious youth and had bit of a distaste for authority. He is good natured and likeable.


Backstory: At the age of ten, Robert Talbot was pulled out of an orphanage and delivered to the Monastery of St Ignatius, where he was to begin a life of prayer, contemplation, good works, and labor in the vineyard of our lord. Because he was disinclined to practice the first and second tasks, he was given overwhelming helping of the fourth task and smattering of the third. As an acolyte, he was given a taste of the willow branch along his backside on weekly or almost daily basis for straying from his prayers and duties. He wondered if this was what the Lord’s plan was for him. All of this came to a head in his sixteenth year.

Late one night, he heard a nun’s shrieks from the sanctuary. He went over and found the father superior molesting a fifteen year old nun. It was the poor girl with a pretty angelic face and tears running down her face. Robbie remembered the years of abuse and balled up his fist. He took four steps and threw all of his weight behind the punch connecting with the father superior’s jawbone. It knock him to the ground. As he struggled to get up, the father superior bellowed “You will regret this to the end of your days… I will whip the hell out of you, Acolyte Robert!” Robbie went over grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and banged his head against the altar until the father superior passed out. Shortly thereafter, Brother Marcus arrived on the scene and queried, “Robert, what have you done?? The nun with angelic face answered for him. “He saved me from this hellish fiend.” Brother Marcus, a good soul, had to come up with the right thing to do in a manner of moments. Brother Marcus took Robbie to the crypt. They found the tomb of St Ignatius the Crusader and opened it up. The skeleton of the old saint stilled laid there with its bony fingers wrapped around a brilliant long sword. Brother Marcus took the sword and said, “St. Iggy won’t be needing this. Bring it back when you are finished.” Then, they resealed the tomb. Brother Marcus took Robbie to the monastery’s door. What Marcus then said will stay with Young Robbie until the end of his days. “Yours is a different path; you must leave us now … Go forth in the world, do good works, be the change you want to see in the world.” Robbie answered, “Yes, I will brother.” Then, he went off into the night.

Rank within the guild: Apprentice

Accepted!