Third Age OOC

Posts : 441 Poké : 2115 Join date : 2013-04-17

It's back. Again. Like a craving for chocolate. You can't eat this thread though. Sorry.

Alright. Rules. RP Style.

1. Proper RP Etiquette. [RP your own joke here.]

2. Don't be a Dick. [RP your own joke here.]

3. [RP your own joke here.]

4. [RP your own joke here.]

5. Have fun. [RP your own joke here.]

Now, we move onto Character Submissions.

Name:

Age:

Race:

Gender:

Physical Description and Weapons:

Personality:
-Alignment:
-General Personality:

Biography:

Misc.:

Along with this, a submission of your writing is required. These must be four good sized paragraphs at a minimum. Anyone wishing to impress/entertain me may write more, but do remember that these submissions are meant to gauge quality, not quantity.

These submissions must be an original work pertaining to the character you are submitting and cannot be your opening post for the RP.

It is encouraged that writing submissions be sent to me via PM to cut down on clutter, though if you are feeling especially proud of your writing you may post it along with your Character Submission.

If you are a previously accepted member of the RP, a Writing Submission is not required.

Also, Alignment is a fairly simple principle. It's just a scale used to measure a character's moral outlook on life. It should be used more as guidelines, not for strict adherence.

Alignment Explained:

Spoiler:

Now. There you go. Get to it then.

Posts : 441 Poké : 2115 Join date : 2013-04-17

Name: Mira Theo'lith

Age: 46

Race: Fey

Gender: Female

Physical Description and Weapons: A door swings open at the back of the tavern. Rousing from your drink, you look over your shoulder to see a figure wrapped in a dark wool cloak enter the room. A hood is worn on the person's head, covering the face in shadow. The newcomer makes a quick gesture at the barman and then heads for a small booth in the corner. After sitting down, you are given the chance to examine the figure closer.

The cloak is long and seems to be made of a thick, fulled wool. It is worn at the bottom and a stain of mud and dirt has dirtied what at one time may have been a green color, turning it to a mucky brown. Judging by the muddy, scuffed boots, you surmise that the stranger is used to traveling.

Sheathed at the traveler's side is a long sword and a quiver of arrows hang on the back with the matching bow leaning against the end of the booth. The hilt of the sword seems to be of fine work, though whose work is left to question. The bow is less of a mystery. It is indeed of fine Elvish make, graceful but strong. You also spy another sheath hung across the person's chest, holding what would seem to be a large, dangerously curved knife. Along side the sword, there hangs an axe forged from a black metal, the edge a sharp and gleaming. The head is equipped with a long, curved axe edge which slims to the other end down to a viscous looking spike, pointed like a knife. It is clear that the traveler is no stranger to a fight.

Underneath the cloak is a leather jerkin, mantle, and a few straps and buckles, all sufficiently scuffed and dirtied. A dark tabard hangs down to the knee. The traveler takes out a pipe which is decorated with intricate metal designs. As the figure lights a match, you make out the face beneath the hood. Your eyebrow raises slightly. A woman?

Looking more closely, you confirm the traveler's gender. Wide hips and a pronounced chest hide under all the leather and cloth. Examining the woman's face in the soft light emitted from the pipe, you make out near silver hair and a tanned complexion. Underneath the hood glare deep amber eyes, flecked with grey. The orbs dart in your direction and you quickly look away, not wishing to be caught staring.

Later, as a drink is brought over to the shady woman, you chance another glance. Reaching out her hand to take the glass, part of the woman's arm is revealed. Though it is partially covered by long sleeves, you make out a tattoo inked into the woman's wrist. Your eyes now widen as you see the mark of a Ranger of the Eiarthden. These Rangers are indeed queer folk and surely no good will come of one being in town.

For the rest of the night, you pay the Ranger no mind, not wishing to be caught by those eyes. However, when she eventually leaves, you cannot help but take one last peak. With that stolen glance, you see a flicker of something beneath the cloak? A tail?

No. You shake your head. Just another strange trick. All the stories you've heard tell of the strangeness of these folk and you're not about to let one pull a fast one on you. Soon you go back to your drink and the stranger becomes nothing more than another story to tell the young ones.

Personality:

-Alignment: Chaotic Good

-General Personality: Focused, self motivated, and generally unfettered, Mira has spent her life in pursuit an ideal. An individualist at heart, she has a very strong sense of right and will let nothing get in the way of making sure her actions meet her expectations. Through years of travel and training, she has become bitter and jaded on the surface, giving off a cool demeanor and being sure to keep others distanced from herself. Somewhere inside is the fire of an idealist and an optimist, but it is quickly cooled before it can be seen by those outside.

Biography: For years, the Fey have lived life as if on the run. They move from place to place, doing whatever is necessary to get by. They often produce families of many children, in an attempt to assure the survival of their bloodline. Tragically, sometimes these families find they do not have the means to support one or two children. As such, Fey foster children or orphans are a common occurrence in Urasis. Such was the fate of one child.

Left an orphan, the Fey girl was fortunately found by a most unlikely foster parent. A man by the name of Tabion found the girl on the edge of the Vendrali Forest and took her as his own. Tabion, being a kind and gentle man, raised the girl in his own way. He gave her the name of Mira Theo'lith which means 'Hopeful Light' in Elvish.

Long a member of the Eiarthden, Tabion would teach the girl the ways of the forest, traveling with her across the vast lands of Urasis and sometimes past it's borders. Before long, Tabion began to notice the changes in Mira as she blossomed to a young woman. Developing wolf ears, a tail, and growing to an impressive height, she left no doubt in Tabion's mind as to her heritage. Being educated in some lore, Tabion did his best to teach Mira of her people and help her cope with the changes.

Soon, Mira joined the Eiarthden herself, traveling alongside Tabion as an equal.

Presently, many years later, Mira travels alone. It is not know exactly what has become of her mentor and father, but it is now clear that Mira must, for the first time, make her way alone.

Misc.: N/A

Posts : 3443 Poké : 380 Join date : 2012-08-08

Savato:

Name: Gareth Whitebrook
Age: 48

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Physical Description and Weapons: Fire Magics. Ignore the sword.

Personality:
-Alignment: Neutral Evil (it's complicated)
-General Personality: Gareth is not a nice person. His history has filled him with an intense desire to prove himself to Ak'kadesh and the curse he had been burdened with had shifted his feelings on other beings from annoyance to seething contempt. Gareth will stop at nothing to get what he wants and is determined to grow as powerful as possible. With violence if possible. But since the curse renders him incapable of doing so, he is left with no choice but to help those in need and generally do everything he has grown to despise. Thus he tends to take things very literally deliberately if he can annoy or hurt someone with this misinterpretation of a request, law or other thing. He will be sadistically gleeful if he is in fact incapable of doing what is asked of him but if he can do it, he generally will spitefully go do it, cursing you all the while.

Biography: In his younger years Gareth trained his magical powers in a small village somewhere in the middle of nowhere. But one day a group of bandits raided this very village, generally not being very polite in their behaviour. While his parents survived, quite a few others did not and there was quite a lot of repair work to be done. Gareth cursed himself for not having been powerful enough to fend off the threat, ignoring everyone else trying to tell him that he did everything he could and that trying to hold off a group of bandits by oneself would be madness. Instead he swore to become as powerful as possible so that something like that would never happen again. And so he ventured out into the world and his downfall began.
Many years he wandered the world, always trying to grow stronger and stronger. Slowly but surely he forgot about the reason he wanted power in the first place and only cared about the power itself, beginning to see others as obstacles in his path. But no matter how much he trained, he never was satisfied with his power.
Eventually this thirst for power became desperate enough that he decided to try and contact Al'kadesh to become a warlock. However Al'kadesh would most likely refuse to give Gareth control over a demon. Thus Gareth then decided to prove himself to Al'kadesh, committing various attrocities to show that he was worthy of the power of a Warlock.
Because of this he then wandered the lands, setting fire to people, property and the rain.
But eventually he kicked in the door to the home of an elderly mage and started to incinerate his surroundings. Obviously the old man tried to fight back, but being on fire can be quite an obstacle for concentrating. And thus the man's spell didn't manage to kill Gareth outright, but it did manage to aflict him with a curse. This curse had the effect of rendering Gareth completely incapable of performing acts of evil, instead forcing him to do good. As soon as this was noticed, people kept abusing his involuntary kindness, lowering Gareth's opinion of the living further.
And so Gareth was finally broken completely, forced to live a life in solitude as his hatred for humanity burns bright. And it burns brighter and brighter with every creature who abuses his curse to annoy, torture and torment him.

Misc.: Due to a curse explained in the history Gareth can NOT do evil.

Varia:

Name: Lira Willet

Age: 34

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Physical Description and Weapons: As shown.

Personality:
-Alignment: Chaotic Good
-General Personality: Lira likes to have fun. She's bubbly and cheerful and often found in one pub or another, just drinking and cheerfully chatting with the other patrons. She is fighting for fame, fortune, fun and finances. In her free time Lira prefers to celebrate with those with less money, as the noble and wealthy just have their boring manners and intrigues in the way of the simple and pure fun of a pub on a street corner filled with dock workers and farmers. She can be snippy, snide and sarcastic, but usually is simply warm- and openhearted. As long as you are not a criminal of course. However Lira has her own definition of criminal that may not always coincide with the one the governments are trying to get the general populace to accept.

Biography: Born in a small port town, Lira has always been fascinated with the sea. And so it was no wonder that eventually she joined a crew setting out to find some treasure of legend. They were unsuccessful, but Lira's love for the sea had grown more powerful than ever before. After the crew returned back home, she earned her money by working on quite a few different ships, usually protecting the more or less valuable cargo on board. But eventually the town's harbor closed down, forcing Lira to find other sources of income. And thus she decided to use her fighting experience to travel the lands and pubs as an adventurer instead until finally she can find a job on the seas again.

Misc.:

Posts : 2129 Poké : 1760 Join date : 2012-08-04

Name: Raymond Freeman

Age: 28

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Physical Description and Weapons:
Raymond stands at 6'2" with his head covered in messy, chin long, dirty blonde hair, the back falling near the bottom of his neck. His face appears hardened, and he always appears angry with the small grimace of anger he always seems to have when not distracted in some way. Above that frown are two, narrow, dark blue eyes with a pointed nose resting between them. His body is similar to that of a runner's, skinny yet muscular and tanned from the long days outside. When spoken to, he responds with the voice of an interstellar bounty hunter.

He carries with him two machetes that are nearly two feet long. Each blade is a black band of metal curved slightly and built for hacking and slashing into the flesh of his enemies. The hilts are made with a strong reddened wood with leather straps on the ends. He normally has a long strand of rope wrapped over his shoulder which he uses to hang his targets as a sign to the people and his other targets. Across on his opposite shoulder is a belt with several throwing knives attached to small hilts across it.

Armor image; excluding helm and smaller shoulder guards:

Personality:
-Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
-General Personality:
The death of Raymond’s wife and daughter left him with a strong desire for vengeance no matter the cost. This left him with an often introspective, humorless disposition. This bluntness continued into today, where his first and foremost thought is completing his personal war against his once worshiped Calthian religious figures. This was evident by Raymond’s many decisions and actions, one of them including cutting all his affiliations with Calthus and its religion.

Already a strong and capable hunter and killer since his training by the Calthus religious agents, Raymond will exhibit a patience with regards to tracking down his targets. To most this would appear as a sick man's game of chase, especially when he is willing to kill innocent people to send a message to his target. Due to this, he will stay distant to most people, not wishing to develop any feeling for them when one day he may need to kill them.

Raymond can still appear youthfully cocky and arrogant. This is seen when he taunts his targets, often foiling any plans of escape they have before finally killing them. Despite this, he appears humble, often playing down his actions as simple revenge.

Biography:

Excerpt from Dante Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 172:
“After nearly a day of my wife’s cries of pain she has given birth to our first son. I shall name him after my grandfather, who passed this same day nearly 60 years ago. Raymond. It is a fitting name for my first son. Let us hope his sisters are not too much of an influence on him. May the Great Power guide him on the right path.”

Excerpt from Dante Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 184:
”Times are tough, and I am forced to move my family farther from Calthus due to the rising taxes increasing too much for my meager salary to handle. There is a small town some distant family of our lives, it should be a good place to settle until Calthus’ taxes have lowered back down. Miliana seems the most upset about the move. She keeps going on and on about a lover of hers she does not wish to leave. Bah! If he’s such a great man, he’ll join us in our new home.”

Excerpt from Dante Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 188:
”Sixteen years my son has been alive, in just a few days he will be married to a girl named Claudia as well. Sometimes I wish he could remain a boy longer. I miss those days where he would try to help me with my work, and no matter how many times he messed up he’d smile at me and keep trying. I thought I would be used to this. Miliana and Carlata have married. Though I suppose it’s different since he is my son.”

Excerpt from Dante Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 190:
”This is my last entry. I am having my wife, Felicia, write this for me, as I am bedridden and barely able to lift my hands. My son has had a daughter for the past year, and she is quite the lively girl. Though I do not believe I can spare this entry for idle chit chat. Something is amiss. In the past few weeks before I became bedridden, I have noticed strange men suddenly appearing around town. Nobody appears to know where they came from. I swear I heard two talking about ‘recruits’ but with how poor my hearing is I cannot be certain. I do hope Raymond stays away from this group, they do not seem like they have good intentions for their ‘recruits’ whoever they may be. May the Great Power guide us and pr…”

Excerpt from Raymond Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 190:
”My father was laid to rest just yesterday. It is a strange feeling, one you’ve known your entire life gone. I do not feel sadness nor joy nor anger in his death. I only feel empty, as if a part of me went with my father. Claudia tries to comfort me, saying Father is in a better place. I suppose she is right. He did not look pained or worried. In fact he looked as if he were sleeping.”

Excerpt from Raymond Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 193:
”My mother has followed my father in death. She went peacefully, as he did. She will be buried tomorrow next to him. Miliana will sadly not be able to attend, she, her husband and her two sons moved back to Calthus and will not make it in time for the funeral. The same can be said for Carlata. Her husband was offered a job over in Beorem and they left just a few days ago. Strange. Mother looked well when Carlata left, but became ill mere hours afterwards. It’s probably just a coincidence. I should be sure not to try and blame someone for my mother’s death. Although it does feel as if the family is slowly drifting apart.”

Excerpt from Raymond Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 197:
”I have read through my father’s diary and the last entry troubles me. I remember the men my father spoke of and had been keeping track of them over the past couple of months. However, they suddenly all disappeared yesterday. I should be relieved, but instead I am nervous. Claudia has noticed this. Perhaps I am just paranoid. Either way, I will speak to the governor tomorrow about the men and see if we can’t find a way to make sure the town is safe. On a less serious note, Lilia, my daughter, has been doing very well in her studies and she has shown interest in becoming a soldier. I fear for her safety if she goes through with it, but I have years to wait for that.”

Excerpt from Raymond Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 197. Blood can be found on this and the next page, including a bloody handprint:
”Gone...they’re both gone. Those men came and…” The rest of the page is torn off.

Excerpt from Raymond Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 198:
”I am to go to Falroth and kill two nobles who may prove to be a thorn in the Great Cleric’s side. May the Great Power guide me.”

Excerpt from Raymond Freeman’s diary; Dated Third Age, 200:
”Lies. To think the Great Cleric himself is the one who ordered the attack on my family just to recruit me as his dog. And not only me, but others. Several. I will have to deal with them as I go, but first I will kill those truly responsible for the deaths of my wife and child. I will start with the murderers themselves. The nobles I was sent to kill have found that the group of men who carry out the deed are currently in Beorem, looking for recruits. I must get there before they attempt to murder innocents.”

Misc.:
Walking through the street at the middle of night, Raymond disappears then reappears in the torch light, chasing down his prey. The whistling tune of a nursery rhyme can be heard ringing across the empty street. The few times he's visible, you can see that Raymond himself is the source of the whistling as he follows his prey.

He begins to move quicker, his prey having now noticed him. Soon he's running, quickly catching up to his target before grabbing the Calthrian cleric by his robe's collar, pushing him down onto the ground. In the torchlight Raymond brings up his fist, a glint of metal shining off his knuckles before he slams his fist down, smashing it against the cleric's face once before pulling him up. Grabbing a hold of the back of the cleric's head, Raymond picks him up and slams his head into the wall several times, leaving an indentation on the wall of the cleric's now bloody face. Tossing the cleric onto the ground, Raymond cracks its hands a couple of times before he leans down over the cleric. "I've been having the greatest time hunting you, Father Maelstrom. You'll be happy to know that your weapon is doing fine, kept strong and clean, no let up on the killing it does. However, it did happen to get into the hands of those you were using it on," he begins, his gruff voice accompanied by the groans of pain from the cleric in the quiet street.

He then pulls down his hood, revealing his deep blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. The cleric tries to crawl away with what life he has left, Raymond laughing at the feeble attempt before kicking the cleric onto his back. "Do you really think you'll live!? Hahahahaha! Tell me if you see the Great Power while you let out your last breath," he says before stomping on the cleric's face.