[quote=@DeadDrop] Blood red! It's simply BLOOD RED!!! [hider=N. Kramer - Living on borrowed time.] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/EYHQNOX.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/bf/36/d3/bf36d33b9bad32c578c917df22c710c4.jpg[/img][/center] [center][code]"Pray the lord, my soul to keep."[/code][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5est1Jn.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/iPkeGE9.png[/img][/center] [indent][b][color=red]Name:[/color][/b] Nicholas Armetian Jullian Matthius Kramer [b][color=red]Aliases:[/color][/b] Nick for short - is it that fucking hard!? [b][color=red]Gender:[/color][/b] Male. [b][color=red]Age:[/color][/b] Twenty-five [b][color=red]Race/Ethnicty:[/color][/b] German-American. [b][color=red]Place of Origin:[/color][/b] Salyia Triumvirate [b][color=red]Occupation:[/color][/b] Formerly a Jester, currently a mercenary. [/indent] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5est1Jn.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mUPXnss.png[/img][/center] [indent][b]Height:[/b] Six foot one. [b]Weight:[/b] 195 pounds [b]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/b] Some scars on his body, please dont touch them... [b]Day To Day Attire:[/b] Various, rags one day to armor. Depends what hand he is dealt, usually, rags lets be honest here guys. [b]Strengths:[/b] [list] [*] Silver tongue - talk talk talk talk, do you ever shut up..? Woah that was a good joke maybe you aren't so bad... [*] Slippery - years of running helped when it came to losing people [*] I play dirty - sand to the eyes, kick to the groin man what a bitch fighter. [*] Connections - forming a last bonding is a key skill to have in a broken eats human world [/list] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] [list] [*] Bridges, burnt! - why do you all have swords [*] Magic sucks - i just dont like magic, wizards and witches just aren't what they are cut out to be. [*] Paranoid - are you sure i dont know you from somewhere [*] Greedy - money first, this rat has to eat [*] Pride - trust me when it comes to this, i'm simply the best [*] Damned - i always feel like i'm going nowhere [*] Unorganized - i never can hold onto something, not even my clothes. [/list] [/indent] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5est1Jn.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/g4pJAAF.png[/img][/center] [indent] [b][color=0072bc]All things important!:[/color][/b] [list] [*] [b][color=0072bc]Worn Jester's hat:[/color][/b] A jester's hat, keeping it class san diego. [*] [b][color=0072bc]Steel dagger:[/color][/b] A gift from a dead guy, thanks dead guy. [*] [b][color=0072bc]Raggedy clothing:[/color][/b] Tragedy, lost my clothes to a roadside whore - such is life. [*] [b][color=0072bc]Bone Necklace:[/color][/b] This is made from the people I've killed... Beware me. Truly, the best souvenir I've bought. [*] [b][color=0072bc]Leather backpack:[/color][/b] All things important inside, warning prone to being worn. [/list] [/indent] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5est1Jn.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/s99xNQB.png[/img][/center] [indent] [center] Ever leave someone for dead? That was probably the worst side of me that could show, I didn't want to leave him but also at the same time I wanted to live. Morals are a bitch but no one ever taught me ethics, it just comes to you naturally. That's what my fans say about comedy, magic casters and nobles they pay a lot to laugh. I coulden't imagine being them, bored out of their minds - how sad. I use to put on a show for people, with my friend Zach but after fighting some angry guys they fucked up Zach and I bailed out. Great friend right, I look up to the stars and think man why was that guy such a loud mouth. I should mention Zach came after me with some angrier people, they always keep me on the move. I should thank him, he taught me how to run for my life which these days seems like a life skill everyone needs. I've been all over the kingdoms, just not the south. I can't seem to find a place to settle down, make enough money or enjoy. I've been told I live on a motor, I'm an adventurer I go where the money goes and I like to live fast - that's not a lot to ask for. Yet, I'm living my life in fear, woe is me.. The tragic bard. The gods don't favor me, I've never been religious but I'd like to say there is a force above us since Joe, Jill and Jack can shoot fire or turn water to wine. I'm not much of a people person ironically enough. It's just a mask I wear, making people laugh but I do what the people want of me - I'm a pushover, a people pleaser. I relish some of the moments I've spent in comedy, but no more. I'm tired of getting by, I should be applying myself differently - will all these wars and conflicts kicking off I'd rather not sit in the middle cracking jokes. It's fun to make fun of something grim. Going east I ended up in Praetor City, what a shit hole the women were ok but I've been robbed twice so far. There is the promise of a good job coming up soon, maybe I'll find something suitable and try to act the part and get a position. Something sinister, I always have a sinister feeling about everything maybe I'm depressed but I know if I don't fix up my act then it will be my last. Hello, my name is Dead man walking - Nick for short, how do you do?[/center] [/indent] [/hider] [/quote] Nicholas Kramer is accepted, feel free to move him over to the Character Tab. [quote=@Athol] [hider=Henri] [hr][hr][h2][b][i][color=FF4500][center]Henri Jhones[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h2] [i][color=FF4500][center]Beware the old man in a world where men die young[/center][/color][/i] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=FF4500][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [indent][b][color=FF4500]Name:[/color][/b] Henri Jhones [b][color=FF4500]Aliases:[/color][/b] The Black Mountain, Hammer Hands, Old Man [b][color=FF4500]Gender:[/color][/b] Male [b][color=FF4500]Age:[/color][/b] 65 [b][color=FF4500]Race/Ethnicty:[/color][/b] First Nations (Haida)/Scandinavian & African American [b][color=FF4500]Place of Origin:[/color][/b]The Principality of Porlan (A small city-state near the southern border of the Salyia Triumvirate) [b][color=FF4500]Occupation:[/color][/b] Mercenary, Bodyguard, Farm Hand, Archer, Bounty/Game Hunter [/indent] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][center]Character Attributes[/center][/i][/b][/h3] [indent][b]Height:[/b] 6’7” [b]Weight:[/b] 290 lbs [b]Appearance:[/b] His skin is as brown as freshly tilled soil, and his eyes are so dark that they are almost black. Once he had a full head of thick black hair that he kept tied in a braid, but now there is so little on his head that he just keeps it shaved. Despite the lack of hair on his head, he still proudly sports a thick iron grey beard. [b]Scars:[/b] The most prominent are, the lash marks across his back (Punishment for starting a brawl without provocation), the burn marks on his left leg (From a fire pot thrown during the assault on a brigand camp) and the cut from the right corner of his mouth to half way across his right cheek (Sneezed while using his camp knife as a fork). [b]Piercings:[/b] He has a single piercing in his left ear, a piece of antler bone from his first successful hunt. [b]Day To Day Attire:[/b] His base layer is an old tunic, some rough spun pants and a set of well-worn leather boots. All of his clothes show signs of being well used and often repaired. [b]Strengths:[/b] [list] [*] [b]Armsman:[/b] Given that he’s been a wandering ‘strong man for hire’ for decades now, he’s a pretty deft hand at most weapons [*] [b]Patience:[/b] Hunting game to feed a town might never make one rich, but it’s a steady income…assuming you’re calm enough to actually track and catch your prey. [*] [b]Strong Man:[/b] Even as old as he is, with the life he’s led, Henri is still a phenomenally strong man. [/list] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] [list] [*] [b]Time:[/b] He’s not the young man he once was. Things hurt more than they should, more often. [*] [b]Heights:[/b] After getting tree’d by a pack of feral dogs, and then nearly falling [i]out[/i] of said tree, he likes his feet firmly on the ground and well away from anything like a large drop. [*] [b]Bees:[/b] He gets stung, he’s dead…so far so good though. [/list] [/indent] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=0072bc][center]Possessions[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [indent] [b][color=0072bc]Items Of Note:[/color][/b] [list] [*] [b][color=0072bc]Sleeve-less Long Coat:[/color][/b] He wears a [url=https://images.maskworld.com/is/image/maskworld/mw-product-zoom/long-leather-brigandine-brown-black--mw-302224-1.jpg]metal re-enforced[/url] coat over his other gear as armour, though it does trade protection for ease of movement and long term wear ability. [*] [b][color=0072bc]Stout Shield:[/color][/b] A simple round shield, made from sturdy wooden planks and forged iron. [*] [b][color=0072bc]Fir’mans Ax:[/color][/b] An Old World [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSdh8lA9V5UmPYuT6ktu6kfIHObH8iwyoHfN_AGUyQKeF-Ej0Qu]axe[/url] that Henri found during an expedition into some smaller ruins many years back. He paid handsomely to have a blacksmith clean it up as best he could and then mount it on a new handle. [*] [b][color=0072bc]War Bow and arrows:[/color][/b] A huge war bow that is nearly impossible for anyone but him to draw. [*] [b][color=0072bc]Travellers Pack:[/color][/b] A wooden framed, leather and cloth pack to carry what he need while on the move. [/list] [/indent] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=FF4500][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [indent] Henri grew up on a small homestead not far from Porlan with his father, a wood cutter and hunter by trade; his mother died of a wasting sickness when he was very young and he has little memory of her. Life wasn’t easy, but it was good, and from the beginning his size and strength made the hard jobs easier. By the time he was 15 he was larger than all the boys his age and quite a few of the men. Learning his tradecraft at his father’s side, life was good until one week his father failed to come home after going out to check trap lines. After waiting a day or so extra, in case his father had merely been delayed, Henri set out to search the trap line; it took the better part of a week but he did find his father. Nothing nefarious, no attack by brigands or savaged by wild beasts…simply a miss step on a steep hill had caused his father to tumble down the slope, only to be stopped by a large rock that broke his neck. He carried his father’s body home and buried him in the same small glade where his mother had been buried so many years earlier. Henri tried to keep on working as he had been, on the times that he went into Porlan, those that had known his father expressed their sympathy if his loss, but [i]without[/i] his father he felt lost; he wasn’t close to anyone in Porlan or the sparse neighbouring homesteads, there was nothing anchoring him there. Not long after he made up his mind to go out into the wider world, to maybe see if there was somewhere [i]else[/i] that would call to him. He packed what gear, food, money and trade goods he could carry into his pack, gave whatever was left that had use or value to those he knew and then left. He has been travelling even since, and now finds himself, not for the first time, in Praetor City. The older he gets the more he tends to stay where the weather is warmer. [/indent] [/hider] [/quote] Henri is also accepted! Slid him over to the Character Tab at your earliest convenience. [quote=@Aeonumbra] [@Superboy] Very interested, would you have room for a "full power" (who will also likely make and use scrolls) arcane support/buff archetype? [/quote] We're still open for applicants, yup! I don't think we have anyone that fills that specific niche just yet, so feel free to fill out a Sheet and send it my way.