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[@Laser Kiwi][@Inertia] Both characters are great. Go ahead and post them in the character section.


I'm (finally) posting my own character as well.

[hider=Rodrick Malentine]
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[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Rodrick Malentine

[u][b]Race:[/b][/u] Tiefling (A race of former humans whose ancestors were cursed, giving them a devilish appearance)

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 19

[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male 

[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] Rodrick is a thin man with wirey muscle who stands at a respectably average height of 5'11. His red skin, large goat like horns and thick pointed tale are a dead giveaway that he is a tiefling. His hair is black and he can often be found with a good coating of stubble across his face. His clothes, upon arrival to Hoseforn's, are old and torn, although generally clean. The only processions he seems to carry are an old, rusting dagger strapped to his waist, and an even older lute that he keeps strapped to his back. The lute is well taken care of, but its age is clear from the wear mark found all across it. 
Class: Bard (Rodrick uses a combination of magic and song to strengthen his allies and weaken his foes. He is also capable of using some limited elemental magic and has some skill with a sword)

[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Rodrick is reserved and quiet, usually choosing to listen rather than speak. He has extreme trust issues and will rarely let anyone get too close to him. He is often of the opinion that he is better off doing things himself rather then trying to rely on anyone else for help. Deep down he is lonely and would do well from having a few friends. He has a soft spot for animals and children and may very well fly into a rage against anyone who harms them. His one true passion is his music. He has an excellent singing voice, although its unrefined as he almost never sings for others, and his skill with a lute is admirable. 

[u][b]Strengths:[/b][/u] 
- Rodrick is a rather talented musician and singer.
- He posseses impressive survival skills and knows how to sneak around unseen and take what he needs without being noticed.
- He has the potential to use magic, although he doesn’t yet know it.
- He is agile and quick, with some natural skill with a blade.
- He is rather intelligent and a quick study when it comes to learning new things.

[u][b]Weaknesses: [/b][/u]
- Rodrick trusts almost no one, believing that almost everyone is just out for themselves.
- He has trouble with team work and would rather do most things himself.
- His hard life has given Rodrick a sharp tongue that may make him come off as cruel.
- He is often plagued by depression and will go into states of melancholy in which he shuts himself away from everyone.
- He’s late…. A lot.
 
[u][b]Biography:[/b][/u] Rodrick’s life has never been an easy one. His mother, Anabella was a tiefling who was a skilled performer. She was an extremely talented dancer and singer and could seemingly play any instrument she picked up. Rodrick and Anabella would travel from town to town, sometimes with other mistrals and sometimes by themselves. His mother’s performances made them enough to get by, but never enough for them to settle down anywhere. It was far from easy, as life on the road is often hard and filled with dangers, but the two had each other and that was all that mattered to Rodrick. To try and help earn money Rodrick mother taught him to play the lute and sing. He had a good deal of potential for both and his mother often told him he would one day be a great bard. 

As he grew older Rodrick became curious about his father, but Anabella would give him a sad smile and say he was a great mercenary and talented swordsman. She would never describe him or give Rodrick a name, which left Rodrick confused, but he would always drop it as he could see the pain in his mothers eyes. Rodrick still is unsure why bringing up his father would bring Anabella so much pain, and sadly, he would never get the chance to ask her. 

When Rodrick was only 11, his mother passed. She became incredibly ill while on the road to East Balmoria. With no medicine and no towns nearby, Rodrick was forced to watch helplessly as Anabella’s health deteriorated. In the moments before her passing, Anabella begged Rodrick to stay strong and survive. She told him how much she loved him and that she knew one day he would be the greatest bard the world has seen. 

Rodrick was forced to bury his mother not far from the main road. For two days he stayed next to her grave, seemingly unable to move or eat. Had he not promised his mother to survive, he may have stayed next to her grave until he passed himself, but eventually, he forced himself to move on with the meager amount of money they had, and his mothers lute strapped firmly to his back. 

Rodrick made his way to Balmoria, but life in a large city is hard for an orphan, especially so if that orphan is a tiefling. It was in Balmoria that Rodrick experienced the true cruelty and prejudice the world was capable of. He was robbed, beaten within an inch of his life more then once, and was often on the verge of starvation, but he survived. It took everything he had to hold onto his mother’s lute, but miraculously he managed to keep it safe through the hard years of his young life. Rodrick would play his mother’s lute for change or for food. He learned to hide his possessions and how to hide himself in the shadows when needed. He “found” an old rusted dagger that he kept strapped to his side at all times, and was forced to use it more then once. He learned to survive on the streets and to take care of himself in almost any situation. 

It was on his 19th birthday that something rather strange happened. Rodrick found a letter hidden among his meager items. He had never seen the letter and was convinced that it had not been there before. What was even stranger, was that it was an acceptance letter to Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers. Rodrick had never applied for to Hoseforns, or to any other academy for that matter, and was convinced it had to be some kind of scam or trap. But the longer he thought about it, the more the idea called to him. He was tired of Balmoria, tired of struggling and stealing just to survive. It was a chance, even if it was a small one. 

And so Rodrick packed up his meager belongings and used almost all the money he had stashed away to buy passage with a caravan to Hoseforn’s, the tiniest flame of hope burning his heart that he could still do something with his life. [/hider]