Fantasy Lichbane: Character Sheets

[DemetrioMachete]

Place an image for your character, here. Where it is center-aligned. Be sure to delete this text!
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Name:

Race:

Age:

Physique: Describe your height, body type, and other distinguishing marks, here.

Class: What you do for a living. This will determine your set of skills. If you are a spellcaster, describe your spells, as well.

Equipment:

• Use this bulleted list
• To describe what you would
• Be carrying on you
• At the start of the roleplay.

Bio: Your character's history and such. Some necessary details, here. Regardless of who you are or were, you are now a resident of Dumstaden. People are only sent to Dumstaden when they have ensured that King Monstley or some other person of power has deemed you unfit to live properly. This could mean a lot of things, really. Were you a coward who dodged the draft into the King's army? Are you mentally or physically handicapped? Perhaps you're insane to the point where you can't function in normal society? One of these things must surely apply to you, or else you wouldn't be here, right? Take this space to also tell of why and how you became a citizen of Dumstaden.

Leitmotif: This is purely optional. Post a link to your character's musical theme, if one applies to them!

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Important: Writing Prompts
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The final piece of your CS to complete your application is the writing prompt. This is the first time I have asked for such a thing, but whatevs.

So, as for what your prompt will covers I would like for you to provide a small sort of introduction to who your character is, how they function in Dumstaden, as well as their reaction to the Eternal Moon curse, which, if you are uninformed, is a omen of a powerful Undead entering a certain area. Something your character will have witnessed as well, is King Monstley's four greatest knights quietly making their way into the deeper parts of Dumstaden, which you would have been warned not to venture into for fear of getting lost. If I had to set a minimum length, I guess 6 paragraphs sounds like it could cover all of that. Have fun, and no rush.

 

[that1aj]

• Basic Information
• Advanced Information
• Writing Prompt

• 
  Name:
  Alyssa Schmidt
  Race:
  Elf
  Age:
  19
  Physique: 5'9", 150 lbs
  
• 
  Class:
  Archer
  Equipment:
  
  • Bow
  • Arrows
  • Basic survival supplies
  • Small throwing knives
  Bio:
  When she was a child, Alyssa was always trying to take things apart and fix them. Once she turned about 10, she discovered archery, and that became her main thing to do, whether it was for practice, hunting, or just because she was bored. She tried to teach some of her other friends how to shoot, but none of them had the same dedication to it as her, so she ended up being the only archer that she knew, other than her parents, who had taught her how to be an archer.
  
  While not usually a coward, Alyssa decided, for some reason, to avoid the draft for the army. She started living in the woods for a while, and then ended up in Dumstaden.
  Leitmotif:
  
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  Holding her bow and arrow, Alyssa waited for the command. "Shoot!" Releasing the arrow, Alyssa thought back to when she was about 10. This is how I'm making my mark on the world. That's what I promised myself. "Another bulls-eye! You're doing fantastic, Alyssa!" More praise from the same people. She appreciated it, but it got old after a while. Hearing hooves coming up towards her house, Alyssa turned and saw King Monstley's men. Acting on instinct, she sprinted inside and hid, hopefully before they saw her. Alyssa had heard about how they were drafting people for the army, and she could almost guarantee that she would've had to confirm if they got her. Once the men left, Alyssa packed up her things and left for Dumstaden.
  
  Once she got there, Alyssa felt something for her new home. Protectiveness. She signed up to help guard the town at nights, hoping that she could use her skills for good. Whenever someone tried to sneak in late at night, k-thunk, there was an arrow at their feet and a young elf coming down to talk to them.
  
  Once her town was cursed to have it constantly be nighttime, Alyssa didn't know what was happening. At night, she loved it, as it made it easier to sleep, but when it was supposed to be daytime, it was almost unbearable.
  
  All someone really had to do to get away with a crime was wear black. She hated it! Asking around, she found out what was really happening and vowed to herself that if it kept on for more than two weeks longer, she would venture out of Dumstaden to find and kill the thing doing this to her home.
  
  When Alyssa saw the King's four knights go into the deeper parts of Dumstaden, she was shocked. She had been told never to go there unless absolutely nessecary, as she would probably get lost.
  
  Once she lost sight of the Knights, she started getting more and more curious. Thinking, she decided that if the King's Knights could go, she could go too, at least once, before she died.
  

There we go! I don't know for sure if the writing prompt is good now, but I did my best to take what I had and change it to being in character.

DemetrioMachete

 

[AbsurdNerd]

After much *ahem* enigmatic contemplation (unibrow raise) I have decided to do this. Sexy kobold, lets go!

Introduction: Greetings. My full name is Vekosh L'ra Vembundrol. My entire name goes beyond the use of words in your common language, including many noises which you might find strange, but I will not include these as to not confuse you.
Race: It may not be obvious upon first glance, but I am a miracle of nature. A tribe of kobolds met a dragonborn community, and they had an alliance, proceeding to inter-marry and produce a generation of half kobolds. I am one of few remaining, but I will discuss this further in a different segment.
Age and lifespan: My current age upon writing this is thirty four of your years, I am unsure of how long I am expected to live, but having the blood of a dragonborn I would assume it is longer than most other races.
Gear: On my person I generally carry​

• At least three days worth of silverfish.
• A shortsword
• A scimitar
• Two hard leather wrist braces
• Specially fitted leather coverings, for areas of my body where my skin is the weakest.
• Four flasks of water
• A pouch of coins
• Twenty feet of rope
• Two spare changes of clothes
• A shortbow
• A quiver containing fifteen arrows
• A set of cooking equipment, including a means of lighting a fire.​

Bio: So, you ask me of my story? Well, allow me to begin where my life began, as a hatchling. I was chosen to be sent to a nearby city to live amongst the other races. Humans, elves, dwarves, what have you, during a time when my hometown was under atgack by a group of radical paladins on a quest to purge the land of lizard folk. I was one of few to escape and believe that my hometown has been eradicated. The only familiar face that accompanied me was my mentor, an old female who took kindly to me and showed me how to hunt and cook. She worked perilously so that I could be provided with a rather expensive education, and it is because of her that I have become the woman of many talents that I am today. However, growing up was not easy and I tried to hide my face from many, except for perhaps one or two people who did not treat me like a wild beast. Unfortunately, nowadays the government is not as inclusive as the few friends I had met growing up. I have been cast out to this wretched place after the bigoted ruler of this land decided there was no place for my kind, and my old caretaker was slaughtered as she refused to go with the men who were to take us away.



Writing prompt: Vekosh came home to her small house just outside of the town, carrying the carcass of a deer over her back. She plopped it down onto the large table in the front room, and called our for her caretaker, who had raised her, whom she now took care of. "I have returned from the hunt K'tock. I'm prepared to cut and preserve the animal. How do you wish for me to prepare it?" The old woman responded, "it doesn't matter Vekosh, I'm sure it will be wonderful." As vekosh cut the deer into meal-sized portions, she heard a large banging on the door. "I will answer the door.", she said. She opened the door to find four men wielding various weapons, bearing the symbol of the king. "By order of the king, you will be taken from your home and moved to Dumstaden. You will not resist, and you will leave immediately." They stepped past Vekosh, and one grabbed her and bound her by the wrists beforehand she could react. The others attempted to take her caretaker, K'tock, but she resisted and injured one of the men, who then plunged his blade through her neck. "Now, I said there will be no resistance. Continue on".
Vekosh continued on, and was thrown precariously into a small locked cage in the back of a wagon able to fit four more humanoids. Upon her arrival she received many looks from bystanders and her bindings were cut. The soldiers then left, and Vekosh was meant to fit in with these madmen and criminals.
It took some time, but she found comfort in a small shack where she could practice her skills in solitude, but when the town was cloaked in an eternal darkness, she had an eeerie feeling of dread, and knew nothing good would come of it. After one full day of the darkness had passed, she came out of her shack and entered the town, trying to find and seeds to the mysterious darkness.
(If this is horrible, please let me know and I'll completely re-write it. Half of this was written super later at night (early in the morning) and my ability to step back and review what I've written and judge whether it's shit or not I'd basically nonexistent)
Leitmotif:

Spoiler: Also maybe this :3

 

[DemetrioMachete]

After much *ahem* enigmatic contemplation (unibrow raise) I have decided to do this. Sexy kobold, lets go!

Greetings. My full name is Vekosh L'ra Vembundrol. My entire name goes beyond the use of words in your common language, including many noises which you might find strange, but I will not include these as to not confuse you.
It may not be obvious upon first glance, but I am a miracle of nature. A tribe of kobolds met a dragonborn community, and they had an alliance, proceeding to inter-marry and produce a generation of half kobolds. I am one of few remaining, but I will discuss this further in a different segment.
My current age upon writing this is thirty four of your years, I am unsure of how long I am expected to live, but having the blood of a dragonborn I would assume it is longer than most other races.
On my person I generally carry​

• At least three days worth of silverfish.
• A shortsword
• A scimitar
• Two hard leather wrist braces
• Specially fitted leather coverings, for areas of my body where my skin is the weakest.
• Four flasks of water
• A pouch of coins
• Twenty feet of rope
• Two spare changes of clothes
• A shortbow
• A quiver containing fifteen arrows
• A set of cooking equipment, including a means of lighting a fire.​

So, you ask me of my story? Well, allow me to begin where my life began, as a hatchling. I was chosen to be sent to a nearby city to live amongst the other races. Humans, elves, dwarves, what have you, during a time when my hometown was under atgack by a group of radical paladins on a quest to purge the land of lizard folk. I was one of few to escape and believe that my hometown has been eradicated. The only familiar face that accompanied me was my mentor, an old female who took kindly to me and showed me how to hunt and cook. She worked perilously so that I could be provided with a rather expensive education, and it is because of her that I have become the woman of many talents that I am today. However, growing up was not easy and I tried to hide my face from many, except for perhaps one or two people who did not treat me like a wild beast. Unfortunately, nowadays the government is not as inclusive as the few friends I had met growing up. I have been cast out to this wretched place after the bigoted ruler of this land decided there was no place for my kind, and my old caretaker was slaughtered as she refused to go with the men who were to take us away.



Vekosh came home to her small house just outside of the town, carrying the carcass of a deer over her back. She plopped it down onto the large table in the front room, and called our for her caretaker, who had raised her, whom she now took care of. "I have returned from the hunt K'tock. I'm prepared to cut and preserve the animal. How do you wish for me to prepare it?" The old woman responded, "it doesn't matter Vekosh, I'm sure it will be wonderful." As vekosh cut the deer into meal-sized portions, she heard a large banging on the door. "I will answer the door.", she said. She opened the door to find four men wielding various weapons, bearing the symbol of the king. "By order of the king, you will be taken from your home and moved to Dumstaden. You will not resist, and you will leave immediately." They stepped past Vekosh, and one grabbed her and bound her by the wrists beforehand she could react. The others attempted to take her caretaker, K'tock, but she resisted and injured one of the men, who then plunged his blade through her neck. "Now, I said there will be no resistance. Continue on".
Vekosh continued on, and was thrown precariously into a small locked cage in the back of a wagon able to fit four more humanoids. Upon her arrival she received many looks from bystanders and her bindings were cut. The soldiers then left, and Vekosh was meant to fit in with these madmen and criminals.
It took some time, but she found comfort in a small shack where she could practice her skills in solitude, but when the town was cloaked in an eternal darkness, she had an eeerie feeling of dread, and knew nothing good would come of it. After one full day of the darkness had passed, she came out of her shack and entered the town, trying to find and seeds to the mysterious darkness.
(If this is horrible, please let me know and I'll completely re-write it. Half of this was written super later at night (early in the morning) and my ability to step back and review what I've written and judge whether it's shit or not I'd basically nonexistent)​

Okay, so.. here we go. Review.

While this is not a complaint, only your writing prompt had to be in character. If all of it is in character, it appears less organized, you know?

Everything else you have here is fine.

 

[AbsurdNerd]

Okay, so.. here we go. Review.

While this is not a complaint, only your writing prompt had to be in character. If all of it is in character, it appears less organized, you know?

Everything else you have here is fine.

I just like to write my character sheets like that since it's a little more creative and seems more fun and less dull to write. (And hopefully to read)

 

[AbsurdNerd]

Also editing this in as my leitmotif.

 

[AbsurdNerd]

And, what's your feeling on the sexy kobold theme?

 

[DemetrioMachete]

No comment.

 

[DemetrioMachete]

AbsurdNerd All I will say is this: if you can make your thing look a little more organized, maybe label some things, your character will be accepted. Just a few minor touches so I know what I am looking at, yeah?

 

[AbsurdNerd]

AbsurdNerd All I will say is this: if you can make your thing look a little more organized, maybe label some things, your character will be accepted. Just a few minor touches so I know what I am looking at, yeah?

Yeah, I get you.

 

[AbsurdNerd]

AbsurdNerd All I will say is this: if you can make your thing look a little more organized, maybe label some things, your character will be accepted. Just a few minor touches so I know what I am looking at, yeah?

Done.

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Done.

Good enough I suppose. Accepted

 

[DemetrioMachete]

that1aj I read over your revisions. Bravo, I must say. Count yourself accepted.

 

[Decay]

Character Sheet

Jak Reeve

• Basic Info
• Traits & Bio
• Equipment
• Appearance
• Leitmotif
• Writing Prompt

• 
  Basic Info:Name: Jak Reeve (Pronounced Ju-a-q like Jacque not like J-a-k like Jack)
  Age: 28
  Sex: Male
  Weight: 175lb
  Height: 6'4
  Physique: Tall with an average build with some muscle
  Class: Pyromancer
  Disability: Epilepsy that causes seizures which results in uncontrollable flames
  
• 
  Traits & Bio:Good traits:
  
  • Calm and Collected on the outside
  • Intelligent
  • Patient
  • Brave
  • Strong willed
  • Athletic
  • Fervently religious
  
  Bad Traits:
  
  • Reserved
  • Constant oppression of his emotions
  • Distrust of others
  • Constant anger always boiling underneath his calm outer façade
  • Emotionally unstable
  • Hatred for his own power of Pyromancy
  • Aggressively resolves his problems
  • Fervently religious
  
  Bio:
  Jak Reeve was born out of wedlock in Snuskig to a Inquisitor father named Ignan and a Gypsy whore mother whom his father loved but she did not love back. His mother was killed in the birth and his father blamed him for the death of his mother. As Jak grew up he was hid away by his father with fear that he might disowned by the other Inquisitors for having a bastard son out of wedlock. During the time Ignan was home he begrudgingly taught him the Religious ways and Home-schooled Jak. Jak absorbed these lessons and became educated, he also followed the Holy ways and constantly revised the scripture on his own accord in his spare time.
  
  
  During his childhood he was an outsider, the little time he was allowed outside the children in the town refused to play games with him and shunned him for being a child of an inquisitor and believing in god. At the age of 10 he began to show an affinity with fire magic, His father belittled him and disapproved of his power whishing that he had an affinity with ritual magic instead; Jak grew to hate his power.
  
  
  In his teenage years Ignan became abusive after the Inquisitors found out that he had been born and after Jak was deemed and adult his father would be arrested and executed. His father beat him daily, this resulted in him haveing random seizures which created uncontrollable flames. He was later diagnosed with epilepsy due to head trauma, however Jak kept it hidden. Jak and his father fell into poverty and at the age of 18 Ignan was exacuted and all of his possessions where took by other inquisitors. He wondered the streets of Snuskig for a year making money by doing tricks with fire on the street. One day he was found by a Elderly Pyromancer named Lodern who was impressed by his natural talent with fire. The old man took him under his wing and taught him all that he knew, Jak studied under Lodern for two years and the elderly man became a father figure to him. During this time Lordern also trained Jaks body, he turned the frail skinny child into an average looking man.
  
  
  As jak’s master grew older the Inquisitr’s attempted to take Lodern away to Dumstaden, However Jak would not let them take away Lorden, and the Inquisitr’s decided to take Lorden to Dumstaden. And Jak to prison in the capiral, they were arrested and was arrested and escorted to Dumstaden, however during the Trip Jak broke free and attempted to escape with Lorden. During the break, out Lorden was too slow to keep up with Jak and was shot through the chest. Lorden was still alive but was bleeding out and was on the verge of death. Jak and his Master managed to avoid capture for a time. That night Jak attempted to help and heal his Master while still being chased by the inquisitors. but it was futile, Lorden Died in his arms.
  
  
  Flames erupted around Jak consuming the trees near him, Jak went into a rage shouting and wailing with tears streaming down the his face. When the Inquisitors caught him the next morning. They saw Lorden in the middle of a circle of ash and dust naked, having an epileptic fit still producing flames . The ground was scarred and steaming, the trees were smoking and crumbling. Lordens body had been completely disintegrated. The Inquisitors imprisoned Jak once again and instead of taking him to the prison in the capital. Deemed him unfit to live in civilisation and sent him to Dumstaden.
  
  Jak isolated himself for months in Dumstaden. Refusing to talk to anybody. He found the highest Tower in the ruins and became a hermit. He only focused on his fire magic studies and his pursuit for knowledge. He learnt to scavenge food and water for himself .After a time Jak became less secluded, and starting to interact with others who were In Dumstaden. He started to like his new home, It was better than what he had before.
  
• 
  Equipment:
  • Mage robe with hood
  • 1 set of spare clothes
  • Iron Dagger
  • Small Pouch of 20 gold
  • Bedroll
  • Watterskin
  • 3 days worth of rations
  • Medium leather Backpack
  • Holy symbol
  • Lots of books (Holy scripture, Fire spells, History Books)
  • Reading Glasses
  • Ruby ring from Lorden
  • A black cat called Nero
  • A wooden bowl with a fork,knife and spoon
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  Appearance:
  

  
  
  

  

  
  
  

  

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  Leitmotif:
  
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  Writing Prompt:Jak woke up to beams of moonlight weaving through the cracks of the wall of his wrecked tower, His shoulder length hair was fuzzy and spewed all around his pillow, Jak was tall which meant his feet dangled out of his bed, he had a defined long face mostly around his cheekbones, He was semi-attractive but not handsome by any means. A black cat that blended into the night was laying asleep on his chest. Jak half opened his eyes to reveal his deep piercing blue eyes to the dim darkness and rose, not knowing that the cat was lying on his body. The cat quickly woke and dashed off the bed, landing gracefully with a pita pata of his paws on the stone.
  
  Jak sat up in his bed rubbing his eyes. “Oh…Sorry Nero” he said in a deep but soft voice, reaching and petting Neros head while still sitting. “What time is it?” Jak said to himself. He looked out of the huge absence of a wall in his tower, He saw the moon in The position of midnight. “Midnight? It felt like I slept for hours” Jak felt annoyed that his body clock had stopped working and woke him up at the wrong time. Jak rolled out of bed putting his feet on the cold surface of the stone floor. “it’s a bit chilly in here” Jak than started to warm up his body, he used his pyromancy not to make flame but to give out a small amount of heat around his body to warm his body.
  
  Jak stood up and Nero curled around he’s legs both out of affection and wanting to warm up. He walked groggily towards his lack of a wall that made a good window, he could see far and wide from this vantage point. He looked down towards the village below his tower. Jak tilted his head and furrowed his brow, He was confused. The village was active. People where cutting wood, selling there wears and Interacting with their fellow villagers. “Whats going on?” Jak said in a slightly higher tone than his normal deep soft voice. Jak put on his boots to investigate this oddity. He started to climb down the rope in which he had knotted outside his makeshift window with the intention to use so he could climb down to the village. Nero climbed up Jaks legs and torso and finally got to his destination to lay on Jaks shoulders as jak started climbing down the rope. “Stupid cat, why don’t you climb down yourself. Why do I have to do all the work?”.
  
  When Jak reached the village, he approached a random villager, The woman whom he approached had one leg and was using crutches to get around. Jak questioned her about what was happening, she told him that the moon rose and didn’t go back down, and the princess was missing. Jak thanked the woman and while on the way back to his tower breakfast. During the time when Jak was trading with a kiosk for breakfast, Nero slipped down from jaks body and went to hunt for a meal himself.
  
  All that day Jak sat in his tower skimming and reading all the books he owned, trying to find any mention of any similar events that happened in history. During the time Jak allocated to praying to God, Nero found his way up the tower and curled up in Jaks lap while jaks hands where clasped together his head down. Jak found out through vigour’s study that the “Eternal Moon Curse” was an omen for a Powerful undead entering a certain area. Jak stood up with a start, frightening Nero with the knowledge he just obtained. “My god…” Jaks voice trembled and he stood stiff with his eyes wide open. “It can’t be…It can’t be the Predikant…It can’t be the Lich” as jak said this he saw them. He saw the four royal guards enter the main ruin of Dumstaden from out of his absence of a wall. “It must be true, why would the king send his guards if it wasn’t the truth” jack thought still stood like a frozen stone statue.
  
  In that moment Jak decided, all his life he was a victim, all his life he ran away. This time he would not run away, he would not lay down and let others walk all over him. He was going to kill this lich, for his god, for his kingdom and for Dumstaden. He quickly packed his backpack with his books and basic supplies and slid down his rope, with Nero in toe. “You are going to die again you fucking unholy abomination. As god as my witness you will regret turning away from our righteous God. You will burn...You will burn, even if I have to burn down all of Dumstaden.” Jak whispered to himself with his left eye half closed with his right corner of his mouth twitching, not knowing that while he slid down towards the town and towards his enemy. his hands were red with roaring fire.
  
  

 

[AbsurdNerd]

"Good enough I suppose"
"Bravo"
Triggered.

 

[Decay]

DemetrioMachete
Im done, It would be helpful If I had some feedback though. If there is anything you want me to change just notify me.

 

[DemetrioMachete]

DemetrioMachete
Im done, It would be helpful If I had some feedback though. If there is anything you want me to change just notify me.

This is very well organized. You are accepted as far as I am concerned, but first some minor details, as well as a question or two.

So, the one thing I saw wrong in the writing prompt, which is all fine, otherwise, is that no one except the highest authorities in the Snuskig Church would know the Predikant's real name, for when a Predikant is chosen, they abandon that name and it is forever removed from their identity, as they now live on as the Predikant. So the main antagonist technically is not Skire Krowe. He is the Lich, as in his own point of view, he has no other name or title with which to address himself by, because he abandoned the name Skire Krowe, and resigned from his position as Predikant. It's a minor detail, so no need to edit it out.

Now as for my questions.

What exactly is Jak's debilitating flaw? He wouldn't be sent to Dumstaden without one.

May I re-use your BBcode format for later use?

 

[Decay]

DemetrioMachete
Ok thanks, I shall edit my characters reaction to edit out the Liches name, Would he know that the Lich was the Predikant? Also I will add something a bit more debilitating as a flaw for Jak. Thanks for the feedback

 

[Decay]

DemetrioMachete
Oh and yes you can use my BB-code format.

 

[DemetrioMachete]

DemetrioMachete Would he know that the Lich was the Predikant?

This is pretty much common knowledge at this point, especially if one has lived in Snuskig for the last year or so.

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Character sheet

Vynne Aegis

• Basic Info
• Traits & Bio
• Equipment
• Appearance
• Leitmotif
• Writing Prompt

• 
  
  Basic Info
  Name: Vynne Aegis
  Race: Human
  Age: 22
  Sex: Male
  Height: 5'11
  Physique: Relatively thin, and lacking in muscle mass.
  Class: Sorcerer, capable of effortlessly casting all basic and a few intermediate spells. He specializes in body augmenting spells, particularly Fall Control, which allows him to endure harsh falls with minimal to no damage.
  
  
• 
  
  Traits & Bio
  Good Traits:
  
  • Kind hearted
  • Never say die attitude
  • Patient
  • Book-smart
  • Adventurous
  
  
  Bad Traits:
  
  • Stubborn
  • Hemophobic (afraid of blood)
  • Suffers a superiority complex, and an inferiority complex.
  • Is not street-wise.
  • Bad with secrets.
  
  
  Bio:
  Vynne was born a Sorcerer with Dragon's Blood, and as such, had a natural gift of magic. When his talents were discovered, he was immediately taken to further his skill at the Vanlig Sorcery Academy. There he learned from Grandmasters Morgan and Hogan, fellow Sorcerers who would proceed to teach him all there was to sorcery. Despite his natural talent, he could only reach the highest point of elementary spells, for the amazing power of Morgan and Hogan's signature spells requires years of dedication to attain.
  
  As Vynne studied their high-level sorceries, he became a teacher to the new generation of youth who desired to be Wizards. While his attitude was certainly helpful, he had little idea on how truly difficult it was to become a Wizard, as opposed to a Sorcerer. And so his students struggled to learn basic spells, for Vynne himself hardly understood them.
  
  One day, Vynne was about to leave for home, his mind addled with the stress of his failures. His lack of attention would cost him dearly as he fell down the stairs of the Vanlig Academy, and received multiple bone fractures owning to his fragile frame colliding with solid stone.
  
  While the Clerics managed to heal his broken bones, Vynne's spinal cord practically disintegrated, to a point even Vanlig's strongest healers could not repair it, and as a result, Vynne was paralyzed from the waist down, condemned to live the rest of his life on a wheelchair.
  
  With this development, and no longer able to ascend the stairs of the Academy, Vynne was wheeled off to Dumstaden, where all physical, emotional, and mental failures were sentenced to live. Rather than break down and cry, Vynne kept his chin up, managed to dust out and clean a ruined building, and established a new school of Sorcery in Dumstaden. He did not, however, consider that the common Dumstaden resident couldn't even read, and so his teachings fell on deaf ears, literally, in some cases. Now, Vynne simply wheels around the ruins, hoping one day to encounter a scholarly mind like his, or at least someone generous enough to push around his wheelchair.
  
  
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  Equipment
  
  • Sorcerer's Garb, Trousers, Gloves and Hat
  • Wooden Wheelchair
  • Sorcerer's Catalyst
  • Sorcery Scrolls
  • Iron Dagger
  • Pouch of 30 gold coins
  • Silk-wrapped meats
  
  
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  Appearance
  
  

  
  Vynne's appearance before his accident.​
  
  
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  Leitmotif
  
  
  
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  Writing Prompt
  There it was again. That ever familiar sensation of dread creeping into his shoulders, fading before it ever got to his waist. Now matter how well he adapted to it, Vynne would never be able to truly get used to the idea of not having functioning legs. He could just look outside at Dumstaden, and anywhere he looked he would find his new mortal enemy: Stairs. As physically weak as he already was, it was an ordeal just to clamber back into his chair. He hated every second of it. With a sigh, he carted over to his window, or hole rather. There was no glass, just a square hole in the wall. It was night... It had been night for a long time now. Maybe a few days. Was something strange going on? At first, Vynne had no clue why the moon was there, and refused to make room for the sun. And yet.. When he glanced at the shadows of passerby, their shadows looked as though the sun were casting them. It made the Sorcerer suspicious. Determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, he consulted his books.
  
  It took him a while to find the proper page, as he was required to skim past pages upon pages of superstition and nonmagical entries, but eventually, in his Manual of the Supernatural, he happened across it: the Eternal Night Curse. It appeared as though this was the result of a potent Undead entering Dumstaden; be it a Lich, a Vampire, maybe even just a powerful zombie. Before Vynne could jump to any conclusions, he heard trumpets blaring outside. Curious, he wheeled on out of his home, and lit by torchlight, he saw them.
  
  Knight Arthur, Dragonslayer Lionel, Greatbow Orros, and Aerial, the King's Knife! All travelling together in the company of 10 or so knights. It was so unusual to see any of them out in public. For a brief moment, Vynne was awestruck. Once he got over his shakes, he wheeled over as far as their escort knights would allow, and he greeted them.
  
  "Imagine my surprise, seeing you living legends here, of all places! Um, but may I ask.. what is it that commanded you to arrive at Dumstaden?" The knights did not respond to him. Lionel merely glared at him, as though conveying that he was offended that someone from Dumstaden dared to address him. Arthur said nothing and didn't even acknowledge the question, neither did Aerial. Orros, however, gave a deep, baritone chuckle, as he humored the crippled sorcerer.
  
  "Ooh ho ho.. a great evil has transpired in Vanlig," the giant spoke. "A vile Lich has kidnapped Princess Monstley, and brought her to the heart of this maze-like city. We are merely doing our duty, as the King's most trusted knights. Worry not, small human. We four shall be victorious."
  
  "A lich..? Well, that solves the mystery of what Undead has caused the night to grow longer.. I wish thee all luck on your quest." He waved to the heroes, concluding his farewell and returning to his home to rest.
  
  When he awoke, his mind was fresh and chipper, certain that the heroes had defeated the Lich by now. He slid on over to his hole in the wall, gazing at the sky...
  ...and it was still night. Vynne was worried. Did Orros and the others fail? Was this Lich truly that powerful? No, Vynne thought. The heroes must have failed for they lacked a magical Sorcerer in their company. Vynne thought briefly that he himself could handle this nasty lich. He was taught by Morgan and Hogan themselves! Surely he was the third most powerful magic user in all the land, he told himself! With courage settling in his heart, he left his home yet again to seek out companions.
  

 

[AbsurdNerd]

Character sheet

Vynne Aegis

• Basic Info
• Traits & Bio
• Equipment
• Appearance
• Leitmotif
• Writing Prompt

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  Basic Info
  Name: Vynne Aegis
  Race: Human
  Age: 22
  Sex: Male
  Height: 5'11
  Physique: Relatively thin, and lacking in muscle mass.
  Class: Sorcerer, capable of effortlessly casting all basic and a few intermediate spells. He specializes in body augmenting spells, particularly Fall Control, which allows him to endure harsh falls with minimal to no damage.
  
  
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  Traits & Bio
  Good Traits:
  
  • Kind hearted
  • Never say die attitude
  • Patient
  • Book-smart
  • Adventurous
  
  
  Bad Traits:
  
  • Stubborn
  • Hemophobic (afraid of blood)
  • Suffers a superiority complex, and an inferiority complex.
  • Is not street-wise.
  • Bad with secrets.
  
  
  Bio:
  Vynne was born a Sorcerer with Dragon's Blood, and as such, had a natural gift of magic. When his talents were discovered, he was immediately taken to further his skill at the Vanlig Sorcery Academy. There he learned from Grandmasters Morgan and Hogan, fellow Sorcerers who would proceed to teach him all there was to sorcery. Despite his natural talent, he could only reach the highest point of elementary spells, for the amazing power of Morgan and Hogan's signature spells requires years of dedication to attain.
  
  As Vynne studied their high-level sorceries, he became a teacher to the new generation of youth who desired to be Wizards. While his attitude was certainly helpful, he had little idea on how truly difficult it was to become a Wizard, as opposed to a Sorcerer. And so his students struggled to learn basic spells, for Vynne himself hardly understood them.
  
  One day, Vynne was about to leave for home, his mind addled with the stress of his failures. His lack of attention would cost him dearly as he fell down the stairs of the Vanlig Academy, and received multiple bone fractures owning to his fragile frame colliding with solid stone.
  
  While the Clerics managed to heal his broken bones, Vynne's spinal cord practically disintegrated, to a point even Vanlig's strongest healers could not repair it, and as a result, Vynne was paralyzed from the waist down, condemned to live the rest of his life on a wheelchair.
  
  With this development, and no longer able to ascend the stairs of the Academy, Vynne was wheeled off to Dumstaden, where all physical, emotional, and mental failures were sentenced to live. Rather than break down and cry, Vynne kept his chin up, managed to dust out and clean a ruined building, and established a new school of Sorcery in Dumstaden. He did not, however, consider that the common Dumstaden resident couldn't even read, and so his teachings fell on deaf ears, literally, in some cases. Now, Vynne simply wheels around the ruins, hoping one day to encounter a scholarly mind like his, or at least someone generous enough to push around his wheelchair.
  
  
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  Equipment
  
  • Sorcerer's Garb, Trousers, Gloves and Hat
  • Wooden Wheelchair
  • Sorcerer's Catalyst
  • Sorcery Scrolls
  • Iron Dagger
  • Pouch of 30 gold coins
  • Silk-wrapped meats
  
  
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  Appearance
  
  

  
  Vynne's appearance before his accident.​
  
  
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  Leitmotif
  
  
  
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  Writing Prompt
  There it was again. That ever familiar sensation of dread creeping into his shoulders, fading before it ever got to his waist. Now matter how well he adapted to it, Vynne would never be able to truly get used to the idea of not having functioning legs. He could just look outside at Dumstaden, and anywhere he looked he would find his new mortal enemy: Stairs. As physically weak as he already was, it was an ordeal just to clamber back into his chair. He hated every second of it. With a sigh, he carted over to his window, or hole rather. There was no glass, just a square hole in the wall. It was night... It had been night for a long time now. Maybe a few days. Was something strange going on? At first, Vynne had no clue why the moon was there, and refused to make room for the sun. And yet.. When he glanced at the shadows of passerby, their shadows looked as though the sun were casting them. It made the Sorcerer suspicious. Determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, he consulted his books.
  
  It took him a while to find the proper page, as he was required to skim past pages upon pages of superstition and nonmagical entries, but eventually, in his Manual of the Supernatural, he happened across it: the Eternal Night Curse. It appeared as though this was the result of a potent Undead entering Dumstaden; be it a Lich, a Vampire, maybe even just a powerful zombie. Before Vynne could jump to any conclusions, he heard trumpets blaring outside. Curious, he wheeled on out of his home, and lit by torchlight, he saw them.
  
  Knight Arthur, Dragonslayer Lionel, Greatbow Orros, and Aerial, the King's Knife! All travelling together in the company of 10 or so knights. It was so unusual to see any of them out in public. For a brief moment, Vynne was awestruck. Once he got over his shakes, he wheeled over as far as their escort knights would allow, and he greeted them.
  
  "Imagine my surprise, seeing you living legends here, of all places! Um, but may I ask.. what is it that commanded you to arrive at Dumstaden?" The knights did not respond to him. Lionel merely glared at him, as though conveying that he was offended that someone from Dumstaden dared to address him. Arthur said nothing and didn't even acknowledge the question, neither did Aerial. Orros, however, gave a deep, baritone chuckle, as he humored the crippled sorcerer.
  
  "Ooh ho ho.. a great evil has transpired in Vanlig," the giant spoke. "A vile Lich has kidnapped Princess Monstley, and brought her to the heart of this maze-like city. We are merely doing our duty, as the King's most trusted knights. Worry not, small human. We four shall be victorious."
  
  "A lich..? Well, that solves the mystery of what Undead has caused the night to grow longer.. I wish thee all luck on your quest." He waved to the heroes, concluding his farewell and returning to his home to rest.
  
  When he awoke, his mind was fresh and chipper, certain that the heroes had defeated the Lich by now. He slid on over to his hole in the wall, gazing at the sky...
  ...and it was still night. Vynne was worried. Did Orros and the others fail? Was this Lich truly that powerful? No, Vynne thought. The heroes must have failed for they lacked a magical Sorcerer in their company. Vynne thought briefly that he himself could handle this nasty lich. He was taught by Morgan and Hogan themselves! Surely he was the third most powerful magic user in all the land, he told himself! With courage settling in his heart, he left his home yet again to seek out companions.
  

Nice leitmotif.

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Nice leitmotif.

Quiet and mystical.

 

[AbsurdNerd]

Thanks for the flashbacks. Nothing is quiet or whimsical about that game.