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True, I can't help but imagine them sitting there in stony silence for two hours before the scene begins. And in all likelihood with this group of characters we'd miss a series of increasingly dramatic entrances, which would be a shame!
With the latter option we wouldn't really lose much interaction I suppose, just basic introductions. Seeing as every character has some knowledge of the others (barring Nicholas) by this point another introduction scene might be a bit unnecessary. It's always nice to have as much talky talky sharey sharey as possible though, so I'm kinda split.
Scouting is a good idea, I nominate either of my boys. Both would be kinda qualified I guess, though we should split them up, I'd feel bad making you guys read 2000 words of me talking to myself.
Scouting is a good idea, I nominate either of my boys. Both would be kinda qualified I guess, though we should split them up, I'd feel bad making you guys read 2000 words of me talking to myself.
He's a true hero. I desperately tried to not make him Aragorn, whether I failed or not is still up for debate. At least he's not a king! I knew you'd get a kick out of that.
Here's our newest Knight. Everybody make him feel welcome!
Name: Nicholas Palentine
Title: Sir
Age: 37
Appearance:
Nicholas stands at 6'1” and weighs around 150lbs. His torso and arms are covered in interlocking scars, his medals of honour for the various situations he's managed to survive.
Background/History: Nicholas was raised in a city-state called Palestone far to the east of Ilvance, and as is the nature with city-states he saw it constantly undergo changes in rule as he grew older. His father was a dock-worker who always did his best for the family and his mother had occasional work as a scullery maid in the homes of the wealthy. He had a strange childhood; as his parents were constantly working he would spend extended amounts of time wandering the plentiful and lush forests around the city. Eventually he learned through experience how to survive in wilderness; a skill that has constantly aided him in the course of his life.
Nicholas had been the only child in his household, his parents only being able to afford the amount of mouths they already had to feed. He had two other siblings to his knowledge, but they were sent into foster homes. He'd wished he could've given them a good home somehow, but since they left his house he'd never had any contact with them, his parents finding it easier to forget they existed.
He learned to hunt at the age of 12, stealing a bow from a market stall whilst the owner had been distracted with customers. He'd also managed to steal a healthy supply of arrows, but as a necessity he eventually learned to create primitive arrows from sticks and flint. He would mainly catch rabbits, but he still remembers with pride the first deer he had managed to bring home. His parents looked so happy.
When he was 14, Palestone fell. It was yet another attempted capture by one of the neighbouring sovereign states; they had a pyromancer with them who in a moment of indecision set fire to a warehouse he soon discovered contained an industrial amount of lamp-oil. The city burned to ashes, Nicholas' parents died from smoke inhalation, and Nicholas ran faster than he'd ever ran before. He travelled for weeks in the forest, his bow the only remainder of his former life.
He still considers that night his greatest failure, his parents dying due to his own cowardice. He'd tried to rescue them initially, but they insisted he flee and leave them behind. He shouldn't have listened, in his own opinion. He was found by a group of bandits; after they ascertained he had nothing of significant value they offered him a spot in the gang. Hungry, cold and tired he agreed.
His first kill was two weeks later; a trading caravan was passing through the forest between two of the sovereign states that had ravaged Palestone. He was waiting on a tree-branch; he pegged the first guard in the neck whilst they were still unaware of the bandit presence. His cohorts took care of the rest; he simply stared at the man as he choked on his own blood, wanting to help but knowing it would spell his death at the hands of his team-mates. In his own opinion this was his second greatest act of cowardice.
He continued with the gang (known as the Forest Family) for a further year and a half, trying to spill as little blood as possible whilst still playing a crucial role. He had to have some kind of moral code; it wasn't in his nature to wantonly murder. When he had enough money he left without ceremony; he snook away in the middle of the night, using one of the horses they had captured. After two days of riding he reached Blueharbour, a port town on the border of Ilvance. He made a living hunting for a year before signing up with the royal army, who had began recruiting in the town. Blueharbour was largely unaware of his presence for that year, he had a very small circle of friends with whom he'd hunt, and that was it.
He describes his ten years in the military as the most important time of his life; he learned what it was to be a part of something, and accomplished many feats of heroism in his time. Men owed him their lives, and he owed his to a handful of people. It was his time in the military where he learned to use a war-axe and shield, his training requiring he be versed in the use of at least one melee weapon.
One night, whilst garrisoned in a castle on the border, a full invasion force of marauders attempted to level it to the ground. He and five other men managed to repel the band of four hundred, using guerilla warfare and lateral tactics to drive them away. Eventually they retreated, their number having been halved. He and his team-mates were knighted personally by the Emperor.
His years as a Knight have been eventful; he hunted down his former brothers in the Forest Family, who had grow to the size of a small army. He and a hundred of Ilvance's fine soldiers drove them from the forests surrounding the ruins of Palestone. He has played a major role in a defining battle in Ilvance's recent years, managing to capture territory from a neighbouring country who saw Janolf's coup and decided to try their own hands at it.
He regrets what happened to Alcea, but the Emperor had been clear that Janolf was too powerful and influential to engage in a direct military confrontation. He personally volunteered to assist the rebels, his knowledge of unconventional warfare being an important resource in his mind.
Skills: Whilst his main talent will always be the bow, Nicholas is also proficient in hand-to-hand combat and the use of a war-axe. He has a shield he carries in his pack for direct physical confrontations, but ideally he likes to win a battle before the enemy's aware there's a battle at all. He is also possessed of a refined pool of stamina, able to reserve his energy well enough to fight for hours. He can hunt when needed and is gifted at surviving in the wild; this was the main reason for his advancement, often being a scout for the Ilvance military that led to retrieving crucial intel. He has a keen mind of strategy (as mentioned before) and a knack for exploiting an enemy's weaknesses.
Something else?: Nicholas has always had a fear of fire, ever since that crucial night in Palestone. He's also distrustful of magic to an innate degree, but life experience has dulled that distrust somewhat, mages having saved his life on multiple occasions. He has unresolved issues with the idea of a rebellion, but acknowledges that this case particularly is definitely acceptable.
Name: Nicholas Palentine
Title: Sir
Age: 37
Appearance:
Nicholas stands at 6'1” and weighs around 150lbs. His torso and arms are covered in interlocking scars, his medals of honour for the various situations he's managed to survive.
Background/History: Nicholas was raised in a city-state called Palestone far to the east of Ilvance, and as is the nature with city-states he saw it constantly undergo changes in rule as he grew older. His father was a dock-worker who always did his best for the family and his mother had occasional work as a scullery maid in the homes of the wealthy. He had a strange childhood; as his parents were constantly working he would spend extended amounts of time wandering the plentiful and lush forests around the city. Eventually he learned through experience how to survive in wilderness; a skill that has constantly aided him in the course of his life.
Nicholas had been the only child in his household, his parents only being able to afford the amount of mouths they already had to feed. He had two other siblings to his knowledge, but they were sent into foster homes. He'd wished he could've given them a good home somehow, but since they left his house he'd never had any contact with them, his parents finding it easier to forget they existed.
He learned to hunt at the age of 12, stealing a bow from a market stall whilst the owner had been distracted with customers. He'd also managed to steal a healthy supply of arrows, but as a necessity he eventually learned to create primitive arrows from sticks and flint. He would mainly catch rabbits, but he still remembers with pride the first deer he had managed to bring home. His parents looked so happy.
When he was 14, Palestone fell. It was yet another attempted capture by one of the neighbouring sovereign states; they had a pyromancer with them who in a moment of indecision set fire to a warehouse he soon discovered contained an industrial amount of lamp-oil. The city burned to ashes, Nicholas' parents died from smoke inhalation, and Nicholas ran faster than he'd ever ran before. He travelled for weeks in the forest, his bow the only remainder of his former life.
He still considers that night his greatest failure, his parents dying due to his own cowardice. He'd tried to rescue them initially, but they insisted he flee and leave them behind. He shouldn't have listened, in his own opinion. He was found by a group of bandits; after they ascertained he had nothing of significant value they offered him a spot in the gang. Hungry, cold and tired he agreed.
His first kill was two weeks later; a trading caravan was passing through the forest between two of the sovereign states that had ravaged Palestone. He was waiting on a tree-branch; he pegged the first guard in the neck whilst they were still unaware of the bandit presence. His cohorts took care of the rest; he simply stared at the man as he choked on his own blood, wanting to help but knowing it would spell his death at the hands of his team-mates. In his own opinion this was his second greatest act of cowardice.
He continued with the gang (known as the Forest Family) for a further year and a half, trying to spill as little blood as possible whilst still playing a crucial role. He had to have some kind of moral code; it wasn't in his nature to wantonly murder. When he had enough money he left without ceremony; he snook away in the middle of the night, using one of the horses they had captured. After two days of riding he reached Blueharbour, a port town on the border of Ilvance. He made a living hunting for a year before signing up with the royal army, who had began recruiting in the town. Blueharbour was largely unaware of his presence for that year, he had a very small circle of friends with whom he'd hunt, and that was it.
He describes his ten years in the military as the most important time of his life; he learned what it was to be a part of something, and accomplished many feats of heroism in his time. Men owed him their lives, and he owed his to a handful of people. It was his time in the military where he learned to use a war-axe and shield, his training requiring he be versed in the use of at least one melee weapon.
One night, whilst garrisoned in a castle on the border, a full invasion force of marauders attempted to level it to the ground. He and five other men managed to repel the band of four hundred, using guerilla warfare and lateral tactics to drive them away. Eventually they retreated, their number having been halved. He and his team-mates were knighted personally by the Emperor.
His years as a Knight have been eventful; he hunted down his former brothers in the Forest Family, who had grow to the size of a small army. He and a hundred of Ilvance's fine soldiers drove them from the forests surrounding the ruins of Palestone. He has played a major role in a defining battle in Ilvance's recent years, managing to capture territory from a neighbouring country who saw Janolf's coup and decided to try their own hands at it.
He regrets what happened to Alcea, but the Emperor had been clear that Janolf was too powerful and influential to engage in a direct military confrontation. He personally volunteered to assist the rebels, his knowledge of unconventional warfare being an important resource in his mind.
Skills: Whilst his main talent will always be the bow, Nicholas is also proficient in hand-to-hand combat and the use of a war-axe. He has a shield he carries in his pack for direct physical confrontations, but ideally he likes to win a battle before the enemy's aware there's a battle at all. He is also possessed of a refined pool of stamina, able to reserve his energy well enough to fight for hours. He can hunt when needed and is gifted at surviving in the wild; this was the main reason for his advancement, often being a scout for the Ilvance military that led to retrieving crucial intel. He has a keen mind of strategy (as mentioned before) and a knack for exploiting an enemy's weaknesses.
Something else?: Nicholas has always had a fear of fire, ever since that crucial night in Palestone. He's also distrustful of magic to an innate degree, but life experience has dulled that distrust somewhat, mages having saved his life on multiple occasions. He has unresolved issues with the idea of a rebellion, but acknowledges that this case particularly is definitely acceptable.
I'm game. Would we have a brief on the aliens before we start the RP, or are you leaving it as a surprise?
Ahh I'm sorry to hear that, as a fellow sufferer I can empathise!
Rayf has a mental log of a few friends of the Resistance scattered throughout Alcea and a few people who owe him favours, he'd probably suggest sticking to country roads and calling in some of those favours if they need a place to recuperate. He'd also tentatively suggest some detours through forests and the like, but it takes a lot of chutzpa to suggest a monarch should live rough for a few days.
I'd also be willing to play a second character, maybe a mid-ranking knight in the Emperor's court? I can do a CS promptly if you'd like.
Rayf has a mental log of a few friends of the Resistance scattered throughout Alcea and a few people who owe him favours, he'd probably suggest sticking to country roads and calling in some of those favours if they need a place to recuperate. He'd also tentatively suggest some detours through forests and the like, but it takes a lot of chutzpa to suggest a monarch should live rough for a few days.
I'd also be willing to play a second character, maybe a mid-ranking knight in the Emperor's court? I can do a CS promptly if you'd like.
We're going to keep this RP going even if I need to manually pump its heart forever. Any news? Sorry if things are proceeding at a reasonable pace and I'm just being pushy, I haven't had a chance to write in a few days.
I'm interested, if you still need people.
So it isn't the husband Johnny groaned internally, pinching the bridge of his nose lightly and staring straight ahead. Clean for so long, and all of this shit happened on the one night he'd caved and done something illicit. It obviously wasn't a good high at this point; the entire experience had been pretty much dwarfed by the potential for execution. He'd read tonnes about these shady practises in government institutions; water-boarding, indefinite imprisonment, serious human-rights violations. He knew today was going to be nothing but trouble; getting his nipples electrocuted by a screaming G.I. Joe would just be the icing on the cake.
The low buzzing noise made him twitch; it reminded him of something, but no matter how much he tried to place the sound it just seemed to change and become more alien, unrecognisable. If the feelings he was experiencing at that moment were to be compared to the rest of his life, he could feel a whole heap of existential shenanigans looming on the horizon. The throbbing, pinching sensation at the back of his neck only worsened as the suits decided to hold him and his frightened cohorts for the night. He couldn't really pick up sound as they led them to the sparse and minimalist cell.
The presence of the man made him sigh slightly; this poor guy, he'd clearly been in this man-made purgatory for years. He'd gone AWOL, left the solar system, climbed the cuckoo clock and supplemented the cuckoo. Johnny nervously loosened his deliberately garish tie, his form of ironic rebellion against the white-collar wasteland he'd found himself immersed in. As the man rambled and ranted Johnny turned away, clenching and unclenching his fists. He'd been in a cell before, when he was younger and still believed he could make a difference.
As Izzy questioned the man he turned back to face the group, "That's a good question; I mean, potentially we're going to be found guilty of murder" He stammered, stepping forward. "What did you do? Please don't tell me it was jay-walking" He smiled slightly vacantly, turning to his new bestest friends foreverest.
"I'm Johnny, and like the rest of you - hopefully - I'm not a murderer"
As the guards checked the cell he realised they were doing it for a specific reason. There must be a way out of here He reasoned, his eyes darting to the narrow window radiating a pallid and unhealthy light. ..And then what? He thought despondently, getting flashes of being shot down by a SWAT helicopter whilst still trying to clamber through his only potential exit.
The low buzzing noise made him twitch; it reminded him of something, but no matter how much he tried to place the sound it just seemed to change and become more alien, unrecognisable. If the feelings he was experiencing at that moment were to be compared to the rest of his life, he could feel a whole heap of existential shenanigans looming on the horizon. The throbbing, pinching sensation at the back of his neck only worsened as the suits decided to hold him and his frightened cohorts for the night. He couldn't really pick up sound as they led them to the sparse and minimalist cell.
The presence of the man made him sigh slightly; this poor guy, he'd clearly been in this man-made purgatory for years. He'd gone AWOL, left the solar system, climbed the cuckoo clock and supplemented the cuckoo. Johnny nervously loosened his deliberately garish tie, his form of ironic rebellion against the white-collar wasteland he'd found himself immersed in. As the man rambled and ranted Johnny turned away, clenching and unclenching his fists. He'd been in a cell before, when he was younger and still believed he could make a difference.
As Izzy questioned the man he turned back to face the group, "That's a good question; I mean, potentially we're going to be found guilty of murder" He stammered, stepping forward. "What did you do? Please don't tell me it was jay-walking" He smiled slightly vacantly, turning to his new bestest friends foreverest.
"I'm Johnny, and like the rest of you - hopefully - I'm not a murderer"
As the guards checked the cell he realised they were doing it for a specific reason. There must be a way out of here He reasoned, his eyes darting to the narrow window radiating a pallid and unhealthy light. ..And then what? He thought despondently, getting flashes of being shot down by a SWAT helicopter whilst still trying to clamber through his only potential exit.
I'm definitely in, I've taken a break from Dark Souls to let my self-confidence nurse its wounds, so this might be just what I need.
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