HopelesRomantis

Wanderlust (High Casual)

The important thing is that all the aristocratic crooks protect me from the terrifying hordes of common crooks that look scary and staby. On an unrelated note i am very wealthy and could be convinced to pay common crooks to keep away those disgusting posh gits.

Fae Wild (Always Open)

@Eviledd1984

Likely to the displeasure of his seemingly stealthy ally Kormac leapt up onto his horse and brandished his sabre. He let out a shout and kick into its side making it charge forwards. As he surged towards the front line of combat he prepared to jump, looking for an ideal place to land among the enemy.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Rusty

Name: Geralt ‘Rusty’ Ramerkins

Color: Orangered | FF4500

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Description: Geralt Ramerkins is a large man. This sentence should be enough alone to describe him as once you have been in his presence for more than five moments you know exactly what is meant by it. He is physically a big man with years of decadence taking their toll on his once you and athletic body. He easily clears the 6-foot mark in terms of height and his clothes often look fit to bursting when he is squeezed into them (Some say by a small army off servants with a specially designed shoe horn for dinner jackets).

His hair is also a spectacle as the tope of his head is almost entirely clear of hair. However, in a small ring running just above his ears, down the side burns and just over his upper lip is a ring of bright red hair. It juts out about 4 inches in a great flamboyant disk, from above it is said to be similar to a balding eclipse. This burning red facial monument gave birth to his nickname ‘Rusty’ which is used so often most forget he even has a first name.

He garbs himself in finest silk suits for formal occasions with an immense cravat that cradles the many folds of his neck. For less formal meetings he puts on his hunting garb, he is wrapped in a cloak of soft white linen with fine patterns of gold thread running through. Over which he has a large sun-bleached leather coat the tails of which lead down to his ankles. It contains many tubes of ammunition as well as a distinctive array of handkerchiefs ranging from simple plain white to the most flamboyant polka dot.

Occupation: Aristocrat! Hunt Master! Devourer of banquets! Crack Arbalist!

Personality/Bio: ‘Rusty’ is large in all respects, bar his physically immense form he also has a disgustingly vast wealth almost entirely inherited from his farther who earned it through a boring string of property deals and sound investments. Rusty made it his life work to squander the fortune on anything and everything that his father missed out on due to ‘responsibility’. Including a house that is as large as it is recklessly dangerous in form and function.

Hewn into the walls of the oasis is the Ramerkins estate. A needlessly tall structure that is also almost entirely hollow. This enormous hollow chamber is in fact open to the outside through large gates to allow the pack into the ‘theater’. Fortunately for the wider city there is no way for the beasts to advance further at ground level as the only other access to the room is the viewing platform 4 stories up from the pit where Rusty entertains his rich guests by launching crossbow bolts at the vicious beasts. This so called hunting is Rusty’s most passionate pass time and his main reason for venturing out into the desert is, “It’s bloody boring if the beggars cant bite back’, to put it in his own words.

As one might expect years of launching crossbows while immensely drunk in the companies of other fine and upstanding gentlemen has made him surprisingly good at it sober. He is actually considered one of the best shots in the city. His enormous, ‘Wynderchester Gentlemans Hand Cannon’ can tear the leg of the member of the pack from 50 meters away. Some say the only reason he can fire it is because his fat absorbs all the recoil.

On a day to day basis he is a jolly chap. Warm and accepting of almost everyone including crooks and commoners, in his own words; “My farther probably cheated you out of hundreds with his contracts! At least let me get the next round!”. This boisterous manner has lead to a certain disdain among more academics but surprising acceptance among the commons.

Possessions: ‘Wnderchester Gentlemans Handcannon’ crossbow, a large two handed beast of a weapon with a draw so heavy he breaks a sweat loading it (Though he breaks a sweat doing most things). A large bottle of brandy with a small note attached reading, ‘Best served with victory’. Several changes of linin robe, his hunting jacket and his dress uniform (Never know when you might need to entertain!). A distinct lack of an inside voice.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@Snagglepuss89

Combat characters? Rusty has never seen a moment of combat in his life! Its just so happens that the only things he brings to the table are crossbows and the potential to trip and fall on the enemy.

Other than that he is just a very jolly liability who cant even get out of the way quickly.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Any news on a start?

Fae Wild (Always Open)

@Eviledd1984

"We should charge out to meet them, harry their flank on the east side staying out of the main firing line. If we can take out enough of them they should break and retreat. We follow until we are out of sight and then disappear into the night. Everyone thinks we die a hero and we can escape to take on the Doves."

Wanderlust (High Casual)

Is this a little more suitable?

Rusty

Name: Geralt ‘Rusty’ Ramerkins

Color: Orangered | FF4500

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Description: Geralt Ramerkins is a large man. This sentence should be enough alone to describe him as once you have been in his presence for more than five moments you know exactly what is meant by it. He is physically a big man with years of decadence taking their toll on his once you and athletic body. He easily clears the 6-foot mark in terms of height and his clothes often look fit to bursting when he is squeezed into them (Some say by a small army off servants with a specially designed shoe horn for dinner jackets).

His hair is also a spectacle as the tope of his head is almost entirely clear of hair. However, in a small ring running just above his ears, down the side burns and just over his upper lip is a ring of bright red hair. It juts out about 4 inches in a great flamboyant disk, from above it is said to be similar to a balding eclipse. This burning red facial monument gave birth to his nickname ‘Rusty’ which is used so often most forget he even has a first name.

He garbs himself in finest silk suits for formal occasions with an immense cravat that cradles the many folds of his neck. For less formal meetings he puts on his hunting garb, he is wrapped in a cloak of soft white linen with fine patterns of gold thread running through. Over which he has a large sun-bleached leather coat the tails of which lead down to his ankles. It contains many tubes of ammunition as well as a distinctive array of handkerchiefs ranging from simple plain white to the most flamboyant polka dot.

Occupation: Aristocrat! Hunt Master! Devourer of banquets! Crack Arbalist!

Personality/Bio: ‘Rusty’ is large in all respects, bar his physically immense form he also has a disgustingly vast wealth almost entirely inherited from his farther who earned it through a boring string of property deals and sound investments. Rusty made it his life work to squander the fortune on anything and everything that his father missed out on due to ‘responsibility’. Including a house that is as large as it is recklessly dangerous in form and function.

Hewn into the walls of the oasis is the Ramerkins estate. A needlessly tall structure that is also almost entirely hollow. This enormous hollow chamber is in fact open to the outside through large gates to allow the pack into the ‘theater’. Fortunately for the wider city there is no way for the beasts to advance further at ground level as the only other access to the room is the viewing platform 4 stories up from the pit where Rusty entertains his rich guests by launching crossbow bolts at the vicious beasts. This so called hunting is Rusty’s most passionate pass time and his main reason for venturing out into the desert is, “It’s bloody boring if the beggars cant bite back’, to put it in his own words.

As one might expect years of launching crossbows while immensely drunk in the companies of other fine and upstanding gentlemen has made him surprisingly good at it sober. He is actually considered one of the best shots in the city. His enormous, ‘Wynderchester Gentlemans Hand Cannon’ can tear the leg of the member of the pack from 50 meters away. Some say the only reason he can fire it is because his fat absorbs all the recoil.

On a day to day basis he is a jolly chap. Warm and accepting of almost everyone including crooks and commoners, in his own words; “My farther probably cheated you out of hundreds with his contracts! At least let me get the next round!”. This boisterous manner has lead to a certain disdain among more academics but surprising acceptance among the commons.

Possessions: ‘Wnderchester Gentlemans Handcannon’ crossbow, a large two handed beast of a weapon with a draw so heavy he breaks a sweat loading it (Though he breaks a sweat doing most things). A large bottle of brandy with a small note attached reading, ‘Best served with victory’. Several changes of linin robe, his hunting jacket and his dress uniform (Never know when you might need to entertain!). A distinct lack of an inside voice.

Fae Wild (Always Open)

@Eviledd1984

"Fanatics wont be calmed by one good deed, but we cant leave these people for dead. How used to cavalry tactics are you?". As Kormac mentions the idea he starts to saddle the horse he had purchased. He hated to leave behind a village in peril but he knew that the Red Dove priestess had some kind of magic and if she used it he did not want to end up in the firing lines.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

@Snagglepuss89

Sure, got it. Will likely switch out character then. It was just something from a book i read that was stuck in my mind. Ill get something more suitable written up when i have the time.

Wanderlust (High Casual)

How does an eccentric inventor (sort of like Leonardo Da vinci) who is entirely useless in a fight but travels with a small caravan of books full of interesting and useful lore. His main purpose on the expedition being to get his fantastic ornithopter finalised by the time they reach the great chasm.

Also, hello again @POOHEAD189, we do seem to have similar tastes.

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Chartreuse | 7FFF00 would it be cruel to pick this?

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Vincent

Name: Vincent Azamov

Color: Chartreuse

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Description: Scrawny and tall. Wears a long field coat with many pockets for scientific gubbins (This is the technical term) such as a telescope and note book. He has a face worth of short stubble more from lack of care than an effort to cultivate facial hair. His hands are criss-crossed with cuts due to working with his hands constantly on new inventions.

Occupation: Scientist, inventor and master of fine cheeses

Personality/Bio: At a young age Vincent was a genius, though a quiet one. Often overshadowed by his many siblings the fact that his afternoons were spent alone reading was left unnoticed. However, once he left his home to apprentice at a library preserving tomes his talents began to flourish.

After leaving home he was able to convert his small apartment into a little workshop to put into practice many of the things he had learned over the year. Though after a short space of time he soon begin to believe that his readings were inadequate. He became obsessed with the idea of the great chasm and wanted to cross it so as to learn of new things beyond the sandy confines of his dull desert world.

He is a quiet man however once he gets talking he is difficult to shut up and will often talk about length about things that mean little to anyone but himself. He makes himself useful with the promise of crossing the chasm and his endless books worth of knowledge on many aspects of the desert. His knowledge of the stars is also useful for navigation.

Possessions: The magnificent ‘Songbird’ ornithopter and a caravan full of books on many subjects ranging from engineering to forging. Several changes of clothes and a large amount of papers for note making. He also has a cross bow of his own design that can fling bolts semi-automatically which is heavily needed as he is much less than a crack shot.

Look good?