Fantasy Glorios Ceteri Characters

[Kabboom]

Characters for Glorios Ceteri go here. Obviously.

Also, feel free to ask questions about the characters here.

Character Sheet:
Name

Gender

Age

Appearance (Pic is preferred, but not required.)
-Height
-Weight

Personality

Equipment: (This includes all weapons, additional gadgets, etc.)

Strengths: (1 minimum, 3 maximum. Don't be too overpowered, please!)

Weaknesses: (2 minimum. Make them real weaknesses too, not something like "hates girls and food.")

Bio:

Others/Extra: (This is the optimal location to place additional information regarding your character that does not fit in other sections. If you have additional pictures of your character then this is the place to store them.)

Dr.Nekoshu DrLobo animegirl20 Meowfyre idalie _SweetCandy_

 

[DrLobo]

Name: Boris Blackburn

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Appearance: He's stout and burly, with short, dark brown hair and a somewhat wrinkled face with rugged features.
-Height: 5'11
-Weight: 265 pounds

Personality: He has a strong sense of honor, never fighting for a cause he disapproves of or kicking an adversary while they're down. He'll watch over his comrades or innocents and dish out shield-bashings in their defense, but has no sympathy for a villain--or anyone he sees as such according to his rather idealized, black-and-white view of morality.

Equipment: (This includes all weapons, additional gadgets, etc.)
-A large, sturdy kite shield made of wood and steel
-A blunderbuss handgun(Technically referred to as a "Dragon pistol," basically a small shotgun)
-Body armor and a mask, mostly chain mail with some plates for additional protection

Strengths: (1 minimum, 3 maximum. Don't be too overpowered, please!)
Durable: Even without additional equipment, he's large and strong. Factoring in his armor and shield, he's capable of taking quite a few hits, making him a sturdy front-line combatant.

Weaknesses: (2 minimum. Make them real weaknesses too, not something like "hates girls and food.")
Honor-bound: He's not inclined to take what he sees as dishonorable actions. He'll oftentimes give the enemy too much chance to gain the upper hand, and he won't likely retreat even in a clearly disadvantageous situation.

Weighed down: It's hard to carry around all that armor, more so if you're trying to move quickly. As a result, his speed on the battlefield is limited to a walking pace.

Bio: He was born into a military family. His father, a seasoned combatant in the Kingdom of Light's army, held firm to the traditions of honor and glory on the battlefield--and thus was less than approving when Boris, his strong, promising son, ended up becoming a freelance mercenary. Mercenaries, if you asked him, are honorless, disloyal sellswords and nothing more. Boris made many attempts to change his father's opinion, working strictly for causes he saw as honorable and never delving out of legality, but his father's stance remained unchanged. The Darkborne threat, though, is a new opportunity for Boris to prove his honor--what better way than to do so than to fight for the survival of his nation? He signed up to fight alongside the Kingdom's forces and secure its future--and, he hopes, maybe even his father's approval.

 

[Dr.Nekoshu]

Name: Algis Wilds-Tamer

Gender: Human Male

Age: 27

Appearance:
Short black hair, green eyes of a piercing emerald, an athletic build with no obvious strength to it, and various claw and bite scars across his body, mostly hidden by his clothing.

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 168lbs

Personality: Bit of a silent type, as beasts aren't ones to talk much, showing much of anything through expressions most of the time. Somewhat of a wild man since one cannot tame the wilds without becoming part of it themselves, and in part of this is quick to form pack-like attachments to others.

Equipment:
-Light clothing with shoulder paldrons and gauntlets that provided enough protection for his work.
-Two somewhat large daggers, one more crooked and wicked-looking in design that he gained from the barbaric Elves, and the other of a more human design.
-Often a companion of bestial nature, most commonly wolven in nature as pack loyalty is hard-wired into them.

Strengths:
One with the Wild: His job allowed him to get closer to the wild and thus be like the beasts he tamed, and this gives him more a bestial nature and knowledge and sense of his surroundings.
Lightly Armored: The fact of his lighter armor allows him to move around quickly, an advantage when attempting to tame a wild beast or evade weapons in a battle.

Weaknesses:
Pack Loyalty: A disadvantage to being one with the wild is having a certain pack loyalty towards others that can lead to one acting rashly to defend a member, often meaning putting oneself in harms way without caring for the risk.
Fearless: In the wild, being fearless weighs in ones favor, it makes you own the wilderness, but in battle the opposite is true. Being fearless in battle leads to a lack of fear that keeps one alive, that drives you to keep fighting. And this even in the hands of a wise warrior, can lead to death.
Lightly Armored: Like being fearless, being lightly Armored is useful in one way, useless in another. Having nearly no armor or protection, this means he could easily be dealt a crippling blow without much effort by the enemy.

Bio: Algis took after his father a bit to our much, drawn to the wilderness to find what it hides, what it could teach, and so when he came of age to apprentice under his father, he did so without hesitation to train under him as a hunter. Eventually he took a slightly different path and decided to tame the wild instead of hunt it. This later lead him to joining the mercenary bands seeing how using beasts in battles proved a good tactic in fights. And then, came the attacks unknown, and planned, this was his territory, if something was setting foot within it... They'd pay dearly.

 

[idalie]

Name:
Gwendolyn “Gwen” Lyfjaberg

Age:
28

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Height - 5'6"
Weight - 124 lbs
More often will wear protective gear on the battlefield rather than in camp - where Gwen is usually found wearing a loose work dress, covered with bits of bandages, blood and satchels of ointments and medicines.

Personality:
Gwen is well known for being a no-nonsense mother hen, ruling her little roost of healing arts. Although sweeter than she lets on, in times of war, and in a camp surrounded by a majority of men, the healer built her walls effectively to rebound more than one mishap. Taking advantage of her feminine figure to ask for extra supplies, and receiving them on time is only one of her mischevious games. Nevertheless, with the responsibility of saving lives of whomever group she may tag along with, Gwendolyn is more than a pretty face but a lifesaver and someone who has stared death in the eye as long as any warrior. To underestimate her is asking for trouble. A wild spark of protest lies in her heart, and she won't be put down without a fight to say she did her best. Always up for a laugh or campfire conversation, Gwen is a just trying to survive among the rest of them.

Equipment:
- Spear
- Shortsword
- Healers essentials (Painkillers, natural antibiotic ointments, bone saw, sedatives, bandages, padding etc.)
- Leather armour (somewhat strengthened by light metal additions)

Strengths:
- An adept, professional healer who has studied the art since her birth and over the course of the war. She’s one of the best considering injuries made by Darkborne, and does whatever she can to ensure her patient survives.
- Fighting lives in her blood, whether that be protesting against unfair treatment, lack of supplies, or beating down a demon - Gwen is a spark that can grow to a forest fire.

Weaknesses:
- Crippling fear of heights, to the point it puts her in wild hysterics, panic attacks, and makes her immovable.
- Her care and loyalty towards friends and those she’s helped can be her downfall. Although not quick to trust, she’s still one of the few who has hope in a better future, where corruption is a disease easily cured.
- Her combat skills are enough to fight the Darkborne but can be easily overwhelmed and struck down when fighting in battle situations of 2:1

Bio:
Brought up in a small town, Gwen was raised by her mother, the village healer and father - a hunter. While other girls were taught to be homemakers, she was taught how to stitch flesh back together and stop disease. Then the Darkborne came. And without a doubt she knew that home no longer needed her, the wounded did. So she packed her bags, against the wishes of her family and left. Memories and understanding of her life prewar is murky, something she dislikes to discuss and feels guilty over.

She passed through few mercenary groups, picking up how to wield a weapon, choosing a spear for its long reach and easy manoeuvrability - as well as being lighter than a sword to carry. While accompanying them, she developed tactics to more effectively staunch battle wounds and use what she had at hand rather than being supplied regularly.

The first time there was an attack, Gwendolyn was out of her depth. The second time she saw those wounds - she was ready. No man would die without a fight to drag him back from the afterlife with her there. And no man would die in agony if she nurtured his wounds. It was a promise she made. And one she'd keep. As the war escalated, she moved between soldiers and mercenaries alike - doing charity and easy employment for enough gold to bundle together enough supplies to carry her through the fighting. Eventually, Gwen was adopted into a new reinforcement unit heading for Vainlight Valley.

Other:
The name Lyfjaberg is old Norse; it translates into “hill of healing.”

Kabboom ​

 

[Kabboom]

Dr.Nekoshu DrLobo Accepted!

idalie I'm still not sure whether Gwendolyn is a volunteer or a mercenary, but accepted regardless!

 

[idalie]

Dr.Nekoshu DrLobo Accepted!

idalie I'm still not sure whether Gwendolyn is a volunteer or a mercenary, but accepted regardless!

Somewhere in the middle :p

 

[Kabboom]

Name: Erik Ereg

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Appearance:

-Height: 178cm
-Weight: 67kg

Personality: Erik is somewhat of an ugly duckling when it comes to social interactions. Due to his rather unlucky namesake, and the subsequent treatment he received because of it, he has grown quite antisocial, and would much rather stay alone than socialize with the rest of his community. But, for the rare few who understand him and have gotten on his good side, he shows his true nature, as a kind-hearted, semi-awkward young man, who never underestimates or belittles anyone or anything else, and tries his best to understand the feelings of others, even when it would most certainly not affect him in any way.

Equipment:

+ Erenica: Erik's own bastard sword forged in mediocre steel, with the length of a rapier or an estoc, and a blade width half that of a longsword. In the hands of the Ereg family, a sword like this is too puny, too weak, but for Erik, Erenica is just fine the way it is.

+ Buckler: A small buckler of cast steel build, with a wide leather strap for Erik's hand to fit and grasp firmly, and a curved, smooth surface to increase the chances of weapons glancing off. A curious choice for a shield against Darkborne, but Erik has his ways.

+ Armor: A suit of armor lined with chainmail, and mostly protected with iron plates, with some, like the kneecap protection pads, being just bronze plates painted grey. A coat of wolf's fur adorns the back of the armor, and acts doubles both as armor and as warm clothing, as the thick fur is bound to protect Erik against a lucky strike or two.

Strengths:
+ Steadfast: Erik will never lose his cool in the heat of battle and scamper away from his post in the ranks. Instead, he will stay, and fight to survive. And he will survive to fight.

+ Fast Mover: Unlike other members of the Ereg family, Erik makes use of high mobility tactics, looking to deflect hits with his buckler as he moves in for a finishing move with Erenica, and switching to another target quickly.

Weaknesses:
+ Socially Awkward: His harsh upbringing results in him not bonding particularly well with his fellow soldiers, and as a result, he may be left behind, or his plans may fall upon deaf ears, if he ever bothers to tell anyone his plans at all.

+ Lightly Armored: Due to his inadequate protection, one strong hit is all it takes to put Erik out of action, which, when taking his combat tactics into account, may be harder to avoid than thought.

Bio: Erik Ereg was born in a tribe of mountain people, in the far East of the Kingdom. These mountain tribes are known for their good quality weapons, thanks to the abundant resources atop the mountains. As such, every man, woman and child on these mountains are expected to be as tough as tough can be.

Not Erik, though. He was born different from the herd. A variable that no one could predict. Instead of swords and hammers, he chose books and drawings. Instead of the workshops and the iron mines, he chose poetry and military tactics. And because of this... difference, he was laughed at, and played for a fool within the entire community. "Erik The Egg" was his unofficial name for as long as he could remember.

He tried his hand at blacksmithing, once. After countless tries, the end result, Erenica, turned out to be a complete failure in the eyes of the Ereg bloodline. The sword, just like the man, was too weak, and frail, and not fit for the job at hand. The Kingdom of Light is on the back foot, and every man, woman and child is expected to put their backs into defending it.

Frustrated, and desperate to prove his worth and verify his true Ereg heritage, on a special day that has become tradition, when an envoy of the Kingdom of Light comes to claim draftees and war materiel, he snuck away from his house, carrying his dear Erenica, and quietly said farewell to his home, as the wagon he climbed onto slowly rides away from his familiar mountain tribe.

He joined the ranks of the Kingdom of Light, and found that the situation was little different. His alias was "Egg", a fitting name for his fighting style, rolling quickly to and fro throughout the enemy ranks, but the slightest touch can "crack" him. But in an obscure battle that he refuses to talk about until this very day, his entire unit was eliminated, all except for him.

Since that battle, he has been pulled from the battlefield, and the changes that had come to him were obvious. He had acquired an actual piece of armor, and his hunting blood came to him in an outburst, which rewarded him with a wolf fur coat, rendered worthless by blood spatter, instead adorning his back, both as armor and warm clothing.

He was put into a freshly formed unit, sent to Vainlight Valley as reinforcements for the stationed troops there. New faces should give him some respite from his shameful past. Or so he thinks.

Others/Extra: His combat tactics involve deflecting enemy strikes instead of taking them head-on like most other combat troops, which gave him an unintended alias, "Skreet", an onomatopoeia of the sound most weapons make when scraping against either his buckler or his bastard sword.

 

[Trappy]

Name: Dragan Kolesar

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Appearance

-Height: 182cm
-Weight: 78kg
Dragan is often seen wearing a set of bronze scale armour and additional armour pieces under a blue cloak signifying his role as a priest on the battlefield.

Personality:
Dragan is an honest and dutiful man. He's a man of religion who, like many priests after the draft, was deployed to armies to motivate the soldiers, showing them that despite the hardships they might suffer, the Light will lead them to a glorious victory. An inspiring figure, no doubt.

However, Dragan despises and shows strong hatred towards things which he believes to be heretical and wrong, involving connections with the Dark, or simply against the Light. It is rumoured that the man favours ruthless solutions against such "heresies".

Dragan is also a very efficient man. He is relentless and will not stop until his duty had been fulfilled. He wastes no time, and finds the common fashion of naming weapons a waste of time, for he believes that any steel wielded by a man blessed by the Light will defeat the Dark and corrupted all the same.

Equipment:
-A bronze Dane axe (long axe)
-Shortsword
-A set of bronze scale armour.
-A large blue cloak. A symbol of a tortoise with an axe in his mouth while carrying a simple castle on its shell was sewn onto the back of the cloak, the sigil of the legion he was assigned to.

Strengths:
-Divine Goodness: To Dragan, Holiness is in righteous action and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves, the people behind the line, and goodness. He shows no fear facing the enemy, be it gigantic beasts or hordes of monstrosities.

-The Man of Faith: Without doubt, Dragan is a popular figure among the troops. By the glory and blessings of the Light, he stands by his brothers-in-arms and endure hardship with them, not only because that it is expected of him, but Dragan himself believes that it is right. He cares deeply for the soldiers and often uses the nobles' favours for priests for the soldiers' interest.

Weaknesses:
-Ruthless: Dragan despises acts he considers to be heretical. It is said that the man is willing to do anything to cleanse heresy, and would be willing to kill even his closest comrades if they are deemed heretics. And so, while he is loved by most people, many would consider him no more than a blind zealot.

-Fearless: Believing in the Light's blessings, Dragan is the one to lead the charge, showing no fear nor hesitation in front of the Dark. Such behaviour can be considered noble and brave, but also reckless and stupid, which can lead to death.

Bio:
Dragan has been a cleric for as long as he could remember. Like others of his social status, he prayed for the locals' welfare, harvests and preached of the Light's glory. But with the growing threat of the Darkborne, the Kingdom of Light was eventually pushed towards the corner and every man and woman in the Kingdom had to give their best to protect the Holy Realm. Most of his fellow clerics used their status and power to avoid the draft, instead remaining far behind the front and spreading a calm aura of peace and harmony, so that all may be well both for the people at home and at the front. However, Dragan openly expressed his disagreement with these priests' action, calling them 'irresponsible' and 'draft-dodgers.'

He had a different, more direct approach. Wearing a set of bronze scale armour and carrying a bronze long axe, a self-made weapon which he blesses daily with Light rituals, Dragan willingly answered the call of duty, and enlisted into the Imperial Army with hope that he might play a part in the struggle against the Dark. Instead of sitting at home and chanting miracles, he would ensure the peace and harmony for the people behind the line and the people on the line with his axe. A noble act for both the faith and the good of the people, he believes.

The priest that leads the charge, Dragan has been through many battles, and he has gotten a sort of urban legend named after him. Saint Slash, the Axe Priest, the Bronze Monk - These were all the names attributed to him. And now, circumstances had brought him to a pious lord's service, into his army here, to reinforce the Vainlight Valley.

 

[_SweetCandy_]

[WIP]
Name: Maeva Haeval

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Appearance:

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115

Personality:

Equipment:
-Long Bow
-Dagger
-Tumshee and Opaiee her to pet dragons

Spoiler: Dragons

Opaiee

Tumshee

Strengths: (1 minimum, 3 maximum. Don't be too overpowered, please!)

Weaknesses: (2 minimum. Make them real weaknesses too, not something like "hates girls and food.")

Bio:

Others/Extra: (This is the optimal location to place additional information regarding your character that does not fit in other sections. If you have additional pictures of your character then this is the place to store them.)

 

[Meowfyre]

Name - Alexei Korostov

Gender - Male

Age - 32

Appearance

-Height - 6' 7"
-Weight - 210 pounds

Personality

Alexei is quite simply, a bit of a sleazeball. He enjoys playing card and dice games, he enjoys cheating at card and dice games. He's a bit of a womanizer, a bit of a drunkard, rather lazy, and just generally kind of a shitty person. He's a coward, who's main motivation is not any higher calling or deep meaning, but self preservation. His only redeeming factor is that he's a coward who shoots well.

Equipment:

-Bardiche

-Musket and rounds

Strengths:
-Alexei is a very competent marksman, able to nail a Darkborne from 175 yards.

Weaknesses: (2 minimum. Make them real weaknesses too, not something like "hates girls and food.")
-Despite toting around a giant Bardiche, the main point of it is a mobile gunrest. If he has to actually swing it, Alexei is regulated to little more then "swing as hard as possible at enemy".

-And even though he has that crude defense if an enemy gets in his face, it's likely he'll never use it. Because to be generous Alexei is prudent and to be frank Alexei is cowardly. If it looks like there will be even the possibility of some Darkborne getting close enough to get him he will run for the hills.

Bio: Alexei was born in a large city in the more Northern regions of the Kingdom of Light. His parents were rather normal, good parents, he never had any particular trauma or such. But they were poor, so Alexei would grow up with his family skirting the edge of poverty. Even though his parents tried to keep him in the dark about their 'situation', he still found out, and with the stress of that hanging over his childhood, it's understandable how Alexei would develop.

In his childhood Alexei was one of many young bullies, terrorizing other young children. In his teens apart from continuing his bullying (only against those smaller of course)he also picked up the habit of playing dice and card games. Being a sore loser, Alexei then picked up the habit of cheating at them.

If Alexei had remained within his city maybe he would have become a petty criminal or such. But shortly after he turned 20 a mandatory draft was issued by the Kingdom of Light, one in five families were to give up their oldest male son to fight the Darkborne. So Alexei joined the army and because getting face to face with horrible dark monsters was the last thing Alexei wanted, he enlisted as a gunner. Alexei took to muskets quite well, being able to hit a target from 175 yards, an accomplishment that anyone within earshot will be constantly reminded of.

After a year of training, Alexei would be deployed. He would continue to serve for 11 years, shuffled between garrison, defensive , and offensive duties. Now he's been shuffled to some valley, just another scrap with shadows, probably.

Others/Extra: Despite serving as a soldier for over a decade, and therefore accumulating over a decade of wages, Alexei never seems to have much money on him. Maybe he loses it all on gambling.

 

[Kirize12]

NAME: Tiryon Arland

GENDER: Male

AGE: 16

APPEARANCE: Raven black hair, stone gray eyes, fair, slightly tan skin. Stands at 5'11 weighing 175 pounds.

PERSONALITY: Incredibly loyal to friends and would sacrifice the world for them. Has an unwaivering faith in truth, justice, honor, faith, and light.

BIO: A foreigner to the Kingdom of Light, Tiryon made the pilgrimage here when he saw that it was in danger. He comes from a distant faraway land where he was taught that an unwaivering faith in his Deities would charge his strikes with the power of light. He is a Templar, and believes strongly in his Deities and what they stand for. Fresh out of Academy, he made the pilgrimage to the Kingdom of Light to protect it from the darkness within.

EQUIPMENT: Red plate armor, a shield, a tome, four sacks of food, a knapsack, and his trusty battlehammer.

STRENGTHS:
•Holy Power: His unwaivering faith in the light powers his strikes with holy magic.

•Tome of Forgiveness: Allows him to heal and protect his allies in arms.

WEAKNESSES:
•Impulsivity: Tiryon is very impulsive, and acts on his first impulse instead of thinking things through.

•Stubbornness: Tiryon is very stubborn, and insists on having things his way.

•Pride: Tiryon takes too much pride in the things he does and believes he is near perfect.

 

[Trappy]

NAME: Tiryon Arland

GENDER: Male

AGE: 16

APPEARANCE: Raven black hair, stone gray eyes, fair, slightly tan skin. Stands at 5'11 weighing 175 pounds.

PERSONALITY: Incredibly loyal to friends and would sacrifice the world for them. Has an unwaivering faith in truth, justice, honor, faith, and light.

BIO: A foreigner to the Kingdom of Light, Tiryon made the pilgrimage here when he saw that it was in danger. He comes from a distant faraway land where he was taught that an unwaivering faith in his Deities would charge his strikes with the power of light. He is a Templar, and believes strongly in his Deities and what they stand for. Fresh out of Academy, he made the pilgrimage to the Kingdom of Light to protect it from the darkness within.

EQUIPMENT: Red plate armor, a shield, a tome, four sacks of food, a knapsack, and his trusty battlehammer.

STRENGTHS:
•Holy Power: His unwaivering faith in the light powers his strikes with holy magic.

•Tome of Forgiveness: Allows him to heal and protect his allies in arms.

WEAKNESSES:
•Impulsivity: Tiryon is very impulsive, and acts on his first impulse instead of thinking things through.

•Stubbornness: Tiryon is very stubborn, and insists on having things his way.

•Pride: Tiryon takes too much pride in the things he does and believes he is near perfect.

Just a few things friend,
Would you mind clarifying your character's Bio a bit for us? For instance, what is this "Academy" you mentioned?
You can withhold some information for character development and reveal them as we progress in the RP, just let us know. You can PM me or Kabboom
And your character is a bit too young . . . ? 16?
Thanks!

 

[Kirize12]

Just a few things friend,
Would you mind clarifying your character's Bio a bit for us? For instance, what is this "Academy" you mentioned?
You can withhold some information for character development and reveal them as we progress in the RP, just let us know. You can PM me or Kabboom
And your character is a bit too young . . . ? 16?
Thanks!

You need all the help you can get, right? Can't discriminate by age.

Tiryon comes from a faraway land where he was in an academy and learned the art of holy combat. He now sailed over to the Kingdom of Light to assist in any way he can.

 

[Kabboom]

Kirize12 Fair enough. You've got a good point. Accepted!

Post as soon as possible!

 

[Agent23]

Name: Caelan Hausin

Gender: Male

Age: 24yrs

Appearance:

-Height: 9ft 2in
-Weight: 680lbs

Personality: Aggressive to a fault Caelan has always been a rude, savage, and intimidating brute. Not much has changed since he was cursed, he does have a few redeeming qualities, firstly he never lies, he is brutally honest. Second he is very good at picking his battles.

Equipment:
Iron oak club: a club made front a heavy wood with the strength of iron. Many sharp blades adorn its length.

Pauldron gauntlet combo-the large heavy iron pauldron and gauntlet combo serves two purposes, it protects his shoulder so he can smash through doors and walls without hurting himself. And it wraps one of his paws in steel allowing him to use it as a hammer.

Strengths:
His literal strength- Before he became a bear, caelan was known as a big strong man, after becoming one he is capable of throwing a horse over his head, smashing through stone walls, and even ripping the limbs off of a man.

Thick skinned- Most small weapons such as daggers and arrows will find it difficult to penetrate his skin, blunt weapons like hammers, maces ,and clubs are highly ineffective against him, and its basically suicide trying to meet him in hand to hand combat.

Primal surge- Most would assume a large bear like caelan is slow moving, and its kinda true, he doesnt cover much ground and is relatively easy to outrun, however his strikes are remarkable fast, quick fighters rapidly loose their edge when close to him.

Weaknesses:
Slow mover- if one can get distance between themselves and Caelan they have a very easy time keeping that distance. Caelan doesnt run very fast and most adult humans can outrun him if they wish.

Hard to miss- Caelan is a nine foot bear man, it is almost impossible for him to have and semblance of stealth, hiding, moving silently, and other intricate tasks are lost on him.

Bio: Caelan was born to a woman who lived with a group of bandits, he was raised stealing, killing, and plundering. His school was life, his teachers the hardships that came with it. One day when caelan and his "brothers" were robbing a Caravan of merchants they encountered a beautiful woman. Needless to say it is not a good thing for young bandits to find beautiful ladies unattended. Unfortunately the woman was not a human at all but a goddess. She cursed the three young bandits to take the form that was in their hearts. For one of his brothers that was the form of a Boar, for his other brother it was a rat, but for Caelan it was a bear. His bandit crew did have a mage in it, but he was only able to remove enough of the spell that caelan kept his personality, could speak,and gained thumbs again. Rather than be upset or defeated at his lose of human form caelan was happy. He had become powerful, he challenged the leader of the bandit crew easily defeating the man and taking his position. After that his group became more bold and more noticeable. Eventualky the kingdom of lights military became involved and caelan and his men were captured and stuffed ln the front lines. Since then caelan has earned his keep as a heavy hitting sentinal of the Army of light.

Others/Extra: Caelan is a bit of a bully, and several of his men are stationed here with him. Officers would be wise to keep an eye on him as he is a leader, is quite deadly, and has issues with authority.

 

[Meowfyre]

Kabboom done!

 

[Kabboom]

Meowfyre Agent23 Accepted!

 

[Agent23]

Meowfyre Agent23 Accepted!

Excellent has the rp already begun? If so coukd you link me to the roleplay page?

 

[Kabboom]

The RP already has! Join in! Though I'm struggling with the reason why a bear-man would be riding in a wagon among other normal-man-men.

Glorios Ceteri (Fantasy/Action/Magic/Fighting RP)

 

[Agent23]

The RP already has! Join in! Though I'm struggling with the reason why a bear-man would be riding in a wagon among other normal-man-men.

Glorios Ceteri (Fantasy/Action/Magic/Fighting RP)

No need for that, he could already be at the fort, him having been there for the recent raids.

 

[xAlter]

Character Sheet:
Name
Orion Duskbringer
Gender
Male
Age
28
Appearance (Pic is preferred, but not required.)

Spoiler: Orion

-Height
6'0"
-Weight
200lbs

Personality
Orion is known as a ‘perfect weapon’. He is cold, cruel, and efficient. On the battlefield or during a mission, Orion is emotionless and cold-hearted. He is deadly and cruel, known for getting his jobs done quickly and without problem.He has no problems with killing.

Outside of the battlefield, or missions, Orion isn’t that different from an ordinary man. He is quite extroverted, being able to socialize easily with others. He enjoys the occasional drink and fight as well. Orion is also known for a rather rigorous schedule he keeps outside of missions and battle. He has built up a grueling training regime to keep his body in tip top shape, and keep his skills as sharp as blades.

Orion is notoriously loyal to his friends and comrades, his former team knowing of this. He does not leave a man behind, and if worse comes to worse, he will kill them to keep secrets out of enemy hands. It was once said that Orion killed his teacher when she asked him to.

Equipment: (This includes all weapons, additional gadgets, etc.)
- Spear
- Longsword
- Armor

Strengths:
- Loyalty
- Charisma
- Leadership
Weaknesses:
- Stubborn
- Neglecting of renown and priase

Bio:
Orion Duskbringer was born to a nomadic tribe that traveled the deserts of the world. His tribe was infamous for the brute strength and endurance in their otherwise lithe frames. Orion was one such case as he is extremely lithe, although he carries around a greatsword and wears heavy armor.

As a child, Orion grew up like a normal boy, spending time with the men of the tribe. He would work every day, then at night, he would train with his father and tribe brothers. They would be taught spear fighting, assassination techniques, and hand-to-hand combat. Orion excelled in all of these aspects.

Once an 18 year old, Orion left and joined a mercenary group. While he did not get too far in the chain of command, Orion’s prowess and strength was not left unnoticed. He was titled the “Desert Sparrow” due to his swift movements in such heavy armor. At 24, he left the group and is now wandering the world alone.

Others/Extra:
Orion has PTSD that affects his ability to work at his best.

 

[Kabboom]

xAlter

I think you're a bit too well equipped for my RP. I planned this to be a relatively normal group of soldiers, not a special force of the world's best warriors. I think I forgot to tell everyone that beforehand. Whoops.

 

[Kabboom]

xAlter

I think you're a bit too well equipped for my RP. I planned this to be a relatively normal group of soldiers, not a special force of the world's best warriors. I think I forgot to tell everyone that beforehand. Whoops.

 

[Human__Ramen]

Kabboom Is there magic envolved here or is it just physical, hands on, tangible combat?

Also, hiiii

 

[Trappy]

Kabboom Is there magic envolved here or is it just physical, hands on, tangible combat?

Also, hiiii

Hey! Hello again!
Yes, magic does exist, but it's not as strong as you may think.
No explosion magic here.
Light magic in this case, used by the Kingdom, provides basic utilities such as lighting, power, communication, water and sensor equipment.