[OOC] This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

[HikikomoriMoxy]

subconscious character build oAo

[manapool1]

Drakeonis said
There's also an orc named Gorbash (though its spelled Ghorbash there.)I assumed thats where you got the names XD

I stole gorbash yes, but I had no clue about the other one in all honestly

[Marcus XVI]

So, are we expecting more people or should we get this started? ^w^

[manapool1]

idk

[Drakeonis]

Was hoping we might get a few more people and someone to play the king, but I guess we an start now. I'll have the first post up sometime tonight.

[Lightning Fast]

I was gonna create one of the king's children, actually. An illegitimate child.

Because what would a good civil war be without random royal claimants? :3

[Drakeonis]

That would definitely add to the conflict XD

[manapool1]

cool

[DELETED324324]

Name:Larharl Shadewood
Age:22
House: Ravendore
Position:Soldier/Ranger, Body Guard
Race: Elf
Weapons/Gear: Bow and arrows,short sword, dagger, Backpack that has gear for prolonged warfare. Includes shovel, rope, flint, personal items, his mothers amulet. Larhal's armor is just dull brown leather with a dark green cloak and hood.
Skills/Magic:Tracking, hunting, stealth and concealment, incredibly good marksmen both on horse back and on foot, Irregular warfare.
Appearance: Larharl
Background:Born to a poor family on the outskirts of the city, Larharl's family had to hunt to survive. And like any good hunting family they passed on their techniques to their sons and daughters. Larharl's father taught him all of the methods of a good hunter including patience, how to survive in the wilderness, which plants are edible and can be used in medicine, how to make your own bow and arrows, and many other things.

While his father taught him how to hunt. His mother taught him academic things like how to read and write, something she had picked up a long time ago. When he was old enough, and armed with the skills his mother and father taught him he left to join the army. There he picked up the basics of swordsmanship. (But he never was any good at it.) But one thing he was noticed for was his archery, he was considered one of the best archers in the army, and for his skill was made into a irregular who at a moments notice would move behind enemy lines and disrupt supply lines, and kill high ranking officers. As of now he is just waiting again for the powers to call him away.
Opinion on War:It keeps him busy, but he hates seeing people die.

[Lightning Fast]

Name: Wilhelm the Bastard
Age: 19
House: None
Position: Farmhand turned outlaw; bastard son of the King, and weak claimant to the throne of Astaoviel
Race: Human

Weapons/Gear: A surprisingly pristine pollaxe, some very shabby-looking armour, and a wide-brimmed helmet.

Skills/Magic: The royal line has some sorcerer's blood flowing through their veins, but due to his lack of training, Wilhelm can only muster the most basic of spells. Most of these are force-oriented, used to create shields out of mid-air or push back his enemies, but his favourite spell is one which allows him to hover for short periods of time.

Wilhelm is decently gifted with his pollaxe, perhaps as much as your average man-at-arms, but no more. Wilhelm’s true combat prowess comes from his acrobatic fighting style and use of magic to supplement his above-average natural ability. His style is raw, but he himself is powerful.

Appearance: Wilhelm is an even six feet tall and decently muscular with black hair and brown eyes. Even in more domestic environments, he can usually be seen wearing some sort of shabby armour. In truth, his “armor” is more like an old, thick leather coat with small, salvaged scraps of metal around his chest and shoulders for any real protection. This, combined with his wrought-iron kettle hat, gives him the image of the stereotypical peasant militiaman, forced to fight to protect his home. The weapon he carries, however, sharply contrasts his shabby appearance. It is a beautiful-looking pollaxe, certainly out of the price range of most farmers, and made out of fine steel.

Background: Wilhelm is a young man who should have never existed. A tyrant king on his way to war, a peasant woman raped, and a bribe to cover it all up. Even spread amongst her family, Lillian Flowers could live relatively comfortably for the rest of her days and watch the bastard grow up to be a strong young man. She chose to keep his origins a secret, though she suffered some post-traumatic stress as a result of the king’s assault. But what could she, a peasant woman, do about the behaviour of a king?

For nineteen years, Wilhelm lived in modesty. Peace under the rule of the tyrant king was rare as he fought his wars of bloody conquest, so he was conscripted to the army with his two cousins. This was where he learned spear fighting, as well as basic horseback riding. Miraculously, he and his cousins survived long enough to return home with new weapons and armour taken from fallen foes, and several stories of war to tell. This is where Wilhelm got his scrappy armour and helmet, but his pollaxe was a present for having saved his officer’s life.

When the civil war started, the Tyrant King saw it fit to exterminate all potential threats to his claim on the throne. He started with his bastard children, systematically hunting them down and slaughtering him. Wilhelm was one of the last to be targeted. Even when his family lay dead, he was able to escape, using the last of the bribe money to purchase a sturdy grey mare and ride off into the night. He only discovered his origins after it was too late.

Now, Wilhelm is constantly pursued by his father’s hitmen, going from town to town and taking refuge wherever he is welcome. Other nobles have began to pursue him as well, either promising his protection, his elimination, or his capture. There are even a few houses who want to use Wilhelm to push their own claims to the throne...

Opinion On War: “I don’t want the throne or get chased after by my father n’ his merry bands o’ murderers! I jus’ want to be left alone!”

[Drakeonis]

Both accepted.

Enalais you actually reminded me that I forgot to mention in the first post that people could just make individual characters without creating a house. My bad. Anyway he's welcome to join House Sonrah (You'll get a wolf! XD) though its up to the people who made the otherhouses on whether their houses accept certain species or other species in general. House Ravendore is actual comprised of elves so maybe ask Moxy.

[HikikomoriMoxy]

We're open to elves and all who seek Elysium ^~^ It's up to you

DRAKE WHEN WE STARTING OAO

[manapool1]

I am up for elves but you'd have to be an amazing fighter

[Drakeonis]

TAMAARAW! I got an exam I need to study for and I've been procrastinating long enough as is otherwise it'd be tonight XD

[Red_massa]

Motif: Merchants

House Name: Malsiprius [Mal-sip-prahy-uh-s]

House Type: Masters of Merchandising

House Head: Henrik Malsiprius

House Sigil: Crown on a pile of gold pieces with Laurel underneath.

House Race: Predominately Human

House Motto: Riches will bring you many glories.

House History: The legend and originator of the Malsiprius house wasn't born into the lap of luxury. Henrik grew up in a household where his father was only a small blacksmith but that wasn't the life he had pictured for himself. One day while walking around his old city he noticed there was a mouthful of Wine left in a nearly empty bottle on the street. Being parched from a long walk that day he decided to take the mouthful of liquid unknown to his pallet. After tasting the wine which never entered his families threshold he vowed to have enough money to have this wine whenever he wanted. It was a long and grueling road of collecting, salvaging, trading, buying and selling. After Henrik had made a small enough fortune Henrik had decided to upright leave this city since his father had built a small name for himself for his small blacksmithing. Henrik had moved to a new city to with his father [as a hired blacksmith for his cause and so Malsiprius name isn't known as strictly blscksmithing] to get a fresh start to accomplish his dreams. Now the Malsiprius house is a noticeable entity in their city controlling most of the import/export scene.

House Commodity: Monitary & supply resources, trading routes, trading clientele, resource suppliers.

Land of House: The Malsiprius house is right in the middle of the country of Astaoviel in the city of Dewminto for access to the water for trade vessels and to the vast land for convoys. The main aspects of the town is the town market where they sell merchandise, also a large port owned by the Malsiprius house for their own use and renting dock spots. The final large asset ran by the Malsiprius house is a large depot for storing cargo about to be moved and the maintenance and loading of the land convoys.

House Base: The headquarters for Malsiprius operations is a three story building so they can see over the city and view the market, docks and depot. The living quarters is right down the street in a large two story building where is comfortably fits all the main members of the Malsiprius house.

Side: The side of gold pieces.

CS
Name: Henrik Malsiprius
Age: 30
House: Malsiprius
Position: Head merchant also found and current of Malsiprius house
Race: Human
Weapons/Gear: Henrik carries a minimum of three blades on his person at a time, he carries a sheathed 4" stiletto dagger on his left forearm concealed under his long sleeve shirt, he also carries a 8" concealed under his right pant leg, the final blade is a small blade in the back of his boot.
Skills/Magic: He is a master negotiator which is useful for work and play. He is skilled in blade combat as taught by his father.
Appearance: Henrik is a tall person standing at 6'2" with medium straight black hair. Very suave looking, soft complexion, charming smile.
Background: Henrik is the proud leader of the flourishing Malsiprius house started by himself when he got his first taste of luxury wine. Even though he doesn't care to admit it he did have some help from his father who had given him a small taste of blacksmithing which is now used in the export business. Henrik had once saved a princess from a group of marauders that were passing through his land, which ended well for him since he now has a favor from someone in a high place in the city.
Opinion on War: Personally Henrik supports war since it helps move merchandise.

[DELETED324324]

Would it be cool if i joined Ravendore, Moxy?

[HikikomoriMoxy]

Enalais said
Would it be cool if i joined Ravendore, Moxy?

Sure ^~^ You can be one of the personal guards

[DELETED324324]

HikikomoriMoxy said
Sure ^~^ You can be one of the personal guards

Roger roger.

[TheSecret]

may i make a partner for my character?

[HikikomoriMoxy]

now we wait to start ouo