@Yam I Am I will say one thing about Fates, I am intrigued by the sheer amount of classes. I love a game with a robust class system.
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 ___________________________________ Noriko Aburaage, 63 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Nohrian to Hoshidan parents, nationalized Hoshidan ___________________________________ | D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Noriko stands at an impressive height of nearly 195cm, not including her ears, bedecked in colorful and swashbuckling clothing when not in combat, and powerfully muscled from a life of physical exertion - she cuts an imposing figure that few can easily forget. Noriko tends to walk with a confident swagger and usually sports an easygoing smirk. Her skin is covered in numerous scars and tattoos from an adventurous life that shows no signs of slowing. Despite her age compared to the human members of the party she shows no signs of aging, and were it not for the confidence in her step and experience in her movements it might be easy to mistake her for one of the company’s younger members. In battle she wears well crafted heavy armor, and carries her fearsome kanabo as a primary weapon, with a katana and Nohrian dagger as secondary backup weapons. She cuts a striking image on the battlefield - a towering behemoth swinging the massive four kilogram weapon with the strength of ten men, crushing armor and bone with equal ease. ▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Y.O.B - 1432 ► Height - 6’5" / 195cm ► Weight - 240 lbs / 109kg ► Hair Colour - Black ► Eye Colour - Heterochromia Brown/Amber ► Class - Master of Arms ► Company Role - Captain ► Previous Occupation - Noble’s retainer, pirate, chef, bartender, bodyguard, bouncer, numerous odd jobs |
Noriko, in her day to day life, has a happy-go-lucky, flirtatious attitude that belies the depths of experience and callousness with which she regards the lives of most others. Her hedonistic tendencies from her prior years as a pirate have only slightly abated, and she is fond of drink and of other means of entertainment. In her early life she was nearly killed for her fur numerous times, and as such has come to regard most humans as short lived, shortsighted brutes whose lives are ultimately disposable. That her different choices of profession primarily bring her into close contact with violent, aggressive people at an increased likelihood of such behavior has thus far not occurred to her. She is a very vocal and ardent supporter of Hoshido in the conflict and harbors a deep seated hatred of Nohr and many of its peoples, though refuses to elaborate as to why. She is, however, pragmatic above all and will not bat an eye at working with Nohrians should it further her own interests.
---B I O G R A P H Y
Noriko was born to loving parents. Hoshidan merchants who had traveled to Nohr to attempt to sell their wares, but didn’t find much success
Following numerous hardships the family tried to leave Nohr and return home, but were accosted by Nohrian hunters and killed for their fur. Noriko escaped the attack and managed to flee to her parents homeland of Hoshido.
There, she found sympathetic people from a minor noble’s estate who brought her back and fed and housed her.
She was still young and in no shape to do much for a time and was allowed to stay purely on compassionate grounds after the noble and his family heard of what had happened.
Noriko learned from the noble’s personal cook and slowly began to take over his job, becoming the full time cook at age 16 when he took ill and died. She performed quite admirably in the role - as well as developing a particular fondness for certain foods such as aburaage.
She kept growing, and people came to admire her strong physique and tall build, unusual for kitsune. One of noble’s retainers persuaded her to train martially and she accepted after some cajoling, gradually switching over from cook to a formidable warrior with a natural knack for violence
Despite all this, however, she maintained a fiercely burning hatred of Nohr. This came to a head when a Nohrian merchant came into town and, on seeing her, commented to one of his aides that her fur was of exquisite quality and would fetch an excellent price here or at home. On hearing this, she attacked the man and injured him severely due to her size.
The nobleman whom she served, while understanding, could not allow her to remain in his employ after such a display. She was ordered to leave his lands within the week and is gifted a small amount of money, her equipment, food, and some spare clothes to help start a new life elsewhere.
From there she drifted into a port town after some months, settling in with the local riffraff and making a name for herself as a rabble rouser prone to scuffles and fights. However, she eventually landed stable employ in a tavern for a short time, working both behind its counter and as security. She then became a bodyguard serving a wealthy merchant in the city until the man’s tragic death by poisoning. Though the family did not blame her she had a hard time finding similar work again.
After this, she worked numerous odd jobs for the next few years, amassing a host of unusual skills and stories - but eventually grew restless and itched for something new. She boarded a ship abroad looking to start over once more. The ship came under attack by pirates whilst at sea, and Noriko eagerly joined its defense. She successfully killed several, but was unaccustomed to shipboard combat and eventually surrounded and, faced with an offer of joining them or dying, joined the pirate crew for the next ten years, preying primarily on Nohrian shipping.
Her pirating career came to an end with a battle against a Nohrian crew, both ships sinking out at sea. Noriko, fueled by little more than sheer refusal to die, swam to shore clinging to flotsam from the wreckage. With nothing more than the clothes on her back and a pendant given to her in childhood to her name after the loss of everything she had worked on for ten years, she washed up on Osha’s shores half dead. With the last reserves of her strength, she dragged herself further up the shore and out of reach of the high tide before collapsing. When next she awoke, she had been taken into a holding cell as a precaution.
It was whilst in this cell that she spoke with Toda Ujiteru, who suggested to the castaway that she take up mercenary work when freed. Noriko promptly did so at his suggestion. She found her way to the company of the Silver Hawks and joined their ranks. Over the following years, she worked her way up through the ranks through a combination of competence, combat experience, and a knack for staying alive no matter how poorly a battle seemed to go or how badly she was injured. It was after a particularly grueling battle that she became the Sergeant-At-Arms of the company, a position she held for another eight years and in which she served with distinction - though her hatred of Nohr worried many. Not long after her promotion, the very same Toda Ujiteru joined with the company.
It was in another hard fought battle that the previous Captain, a Nohrian minor noblewoman named Astrid, died in combat. Though aware of Noriko’s animosity towards Nohrians, the Captain, like Noriko, was ultimately a pragmatist above all else and trusted the Hoshidan kitsune not to stab her in the back. Noriko, in turn, afforded her respect unheard of for the other Nohrian members of the company. Appointing Toda Ujiteru as her replacement, Noriko took on the role of Captain in the aftermath of her death, suspicion has been rampant that Noriko played some role in her demise. She pointedly ignores such accusations.
Following numerous hardships the family tried to leave Nohr and return home, but were accosted by Nohrian hunters and killed for their fur. Noriko escaped the attack and managed to flee to her parents homeland of Hoshido.
There, she found sympathetic people from a minor noble’s estate who brought her back and fed and housed her.
She was still young and in no shape to do much for a time and was allowed to stay purely on compassionate grounds after the noble and his family heard of what had happened.
Noriko learned from the noble’s personal cook and slowly began to take over his job, becoming the full time cook at age 16 when he took ill and died. She performed quite admirably in the role - as well as developing a particular fondness for certain foods such as aburaage.
She kept growing, and people came to admire her strong physique and tall build, unusual for kitsune. One of noble’s retainers persuaded her to train martially and she accepted after some cajoling, gradually switching over from cook to a formidable warrior with a natural knack for violence
Despite all this, however, she maintained a fiercely burning hatred of Nohr. This came to a head when a Nohrian merchant came into town and, on seeing her, commented to one of his aides that her fur was of exquisite quality and would fetch an excellent price here or at home. On hearing this, she attacked the man and injured him severely due to her size.
The nobleman whom she served, while understanding, could not allow her to remain in his employ after such a display. She was ordered to leave his lands within the week and is gifted a small amount of money, her equipment, food, and some spare clothes to help start a new life elsewhere.
From there she drifted into a port town after some months, settling in with the local riffraff and making a name for herself as a rabble rouser prone to scuffles and fights. However, she eventually landed stable employ in a tavern for a short time, working both behind its counter and as security. She then became a bodyguard serving a wealthy merchant in the city until the man’s tragic death by poisoning. Though the family did not blame her she had a hard time finding similar work again.
After this, she worked numerous odd jobs for the next few years, amassing a host of unusual skills and stories - but eventually grew restless and itched for something new. She boarded a ship abroad looking to start over once more. The ship came under attack by pirates whilst at sea, and Noriko eagerly joined its defense. She successfully killed several, but was unaccustomed to shipboard combat and eventually surrounded and, faced with an offer of joining them or dying, joined the pirate crew for the next ten years, preying primarily on Nohrian shipping.
Her pirating career came to an end with a battle against a Nohrian crew, both ships sinking out at sea. Noriko, fueled by little more than sheer refusal to die, swam to shore clinging to flotsam from the wreckage. With nothing more than the clothes on her back and a pendant given to her in childhood to her name after the loss of everything she had worked on for ten years, she washed up on Osha’s shores half dead. With the last reserves of her strength, she dragged herself further up the shore and out of reach of the high tide before collapsing. When next she awoke, she had been taken into a holding cell as a precaution.
It was whilst in this cell that she spoke with Toda Ujiteru, who suggested to the castaway that she take up mercenary work when freed. Noriko promptly did so at his suggestion. She found her way to the company of the Silver Hawks and joined their ranks. Over the following years, she worked her way up through the ranks through a combination of competence, combat experience, and a knack for staying alive no matter how poorly a battle seemed to go or how badly she was injured. It was after a particularly grueling battle that she became the Sergeant-At-Arms of the company, a position she held for another eight years and in which she served with distinction - though her hatred of Nohr worried many. Not long after her promotion, the very same Toda Ujiteru joined with the company.
It was in another hard fought battle that the previous Captain, a Nohrian minor noblewoman named Astrid, died in combat. Though aware of Noriko’s animosity towards Nohrians, the Captain, like Noriko, was ultimately a pragmatist above all else and trusted the Hoshidan kitsune not to stab her in the back. Noriko, in turn, afforded her respect unheard of for the other Nohrian members of the company. Appointing Toda Ujiteru as her replacement, Noriko took on the role of Captain in the aftermath of her death, suspicion has been rampant that Noriko played some role in her demise. She pointedly ignores such accusations.
---S K I L L S
A jack of all trades and a master of combat, Noriko's time as a cook, a bodyguard, a noble’s retainer, a bartender, a pirate, and numerous other odd jobs has granted her extensive and valuable experience in numerous fields. Moreso than anything, she is a master combatant capable of using a wide variety of weapons and armor - though favoring a large kanabo that fits her large and well muscled frame. Noriko is capable of making hard decisions in a split second, navigating with little more than the position of the sun and stars, improvisation in nearly any circumstance, logistics, cooking surprisingly appetizing meals with limited resources, climbing and maneuvering in difficult terrain, drinking nearly anyone under the table, formulating strategy and tactics on the fly, inspiring soldiers to fight on even in the bleakest of circumstances, ruthlessly sacrificing the lives of those under her command if the situation calls for it, and more. All of the skills acquired over her adventurous life lend themselves surprisingly well to captaining a mercenary company.
---R E L A T I O N S
Respects Toda. Fuck the rest of y’all except maybe Alba.
---T R I V I A
â–ºLikes aburaage.
â–ºHas a Nohrian accent and speaks the language fluently.
â–ºVery fluffy.
â–ºVery strong.
â–ºTicklish.
â–ºHas a Nohrian accent and speaks the language fluently.
â–ºVery fluffy.
â–ºVery strong.
â–ºTicklish.
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Name:
Kallun Arcos
Age:
27
Nationality:
Cheve
Class:
Mercanary
Role:
Appearance:
Standing at an above average height, Kallun is a young man most identifible by his wild green hair. Pushing his hair upwards is a white armor plating protecting his forehead. His body is greatly toned toned for flexibility, with muscles protruding all around. His eyes are sharp and green just light his hair with a confident flair to them. In terms of covering his torso, it's mainly covered across his chest and forms into shoulder pads that trails off with a cap floating at his back. While his abdomen is mostly exposed, allowing him more flexibility.
Personality:
Kallun is someone that is proud of not just himself, but his strength. His pride is one where he greatly appreciates the people and things he is loyal to, that being of course the Silver Hawks. It is so where it's often when he'll talk about the exploits of the Silver Hawks and won't forget to mention how he's part of it. Still, despite how proud he can be, he is very coy and casual with speaking with others, often joking around.
After his encounter with Vileheart, Kallun has developed an ideology to where no amount sinful or shameful behavior will affect his pride in himself. That means, he doesn't take himself too seriously and is often very goofy. This also means that drinking and gambling are quite frequent. Though he only uses the money that's free for him to use, and not any money that may belong to anyone else. Surprisingly despite his lightheartedness, he is very responsible and disciplined. In his eyes, it's not easy to decide the worth of a person from a single action alone, no matter how bad. Therefor, Kallun is very forgiving and understanding of those around him.
However, if the situation has to do with the Silver Hawks or the ones he must protect, Kallun is very serious and focused. As though he doesn't care about what's said or done upon himself, the people and things he takes pride in are a different matter entirely. So much so, that Kallun may seem like a different person with how driven he is. After all, the thing he takes the most pride in is loyalty.
History:
Skills:
-Great combatant
-Good at tracking
-Excellent at playing dead
-Unwavering at verbal abuse
-Incredible Stamina
Trivia:
He likes to collect bugs.
He is very careful and sensitive about his swords.
Keeps track of the people he's killed
Despite freely partying with women, never sleeps nor gets intimate with them.
Typically bad at gambling
Name:
Kallun Arcos
Age:
27
Nationality:
Cheve
Class:
Mercanary
Role:
Appearance:
Standing at an above average height, Kallun is a young man most identifible by his wild green hair. Pushing his hair upwards is a white armor plating protecting his forehead. His body is greatly toned toned for flexibility, with muscles protruding all around. His eyes are sharp and green just light his hair with a confident flair to them. In terms of covering his torso, it's mainly covered across his chest and forms into shoulder pads that trails off with a cap floating at his back. While his abdomen is mostly exposed, allowing him more flexibility.
Personality:
Kallun is someone that is proud of not just himself, but his strength. His pride is one where he greatly appreciates the people and things he is loyal to, that being of course the Silver Hawks. It is so where it's often when he'll talk about the exploits of the Silver Hawks and won't forget to mention how he's part of it. Still, despite how proud he can be, he is very coy and casual with speaking with others, often joking around.
After his encounter with Vileheart, Kallun has developed an ideology to where no amount sinful or shameful behavior will affect his pride in himself. That means, he doesn't take himself too seriously and is often very goofy. This also means that drinking and gambling are quite frequent. Though he only uses the money that's free for him to use, and not any money that may belong to anyone else. Surprisingly despite his lightheartedness, he is very responsible and disciplined. In his eyes, it's not easy to decide the worth of a person from a single action alone, no matter how bad. Therefor, Kallun is very forgiving and understanding of those around him.
However, if the situation has to do with the Silver Hawks or the ones he must protect, Kallun is very serious and focused. As though he doesn't care about what's said or done upon himself, the people and things he takes pride in are a different matter entirely. So much so, that Kallun may seem like a different person with how driven he is. After all, the thing he takes the most pride in is loyalty.
History:
Kallun was fascinated by a Rhinoceros beetle he had come across. This beetle stood off against many other beetles in defense of its territory. He fought and fended off every foe that challenged him one after another. The small spectacle was insignificant and unimportant in the grand scheme of things. However, as a small child in his formative years, that event gave a great impression upon the young Kallun. It wasn't the act of winning that exactly impressed him, it was the fact that he faced enemy after enemy and still didn't fall. That small event imprinted itself upon his subconscious and defined him.
More importantly, Kallun was apart of a significant family within the the Cheve Kingdom. The Arcos House was one that was dedicated through generations as supporters and defenders of King Bastén Linart and his ancestors as knights. So seeing himself as that fearless beetle he had seen, Kallun was extremely passionate about becoming a knight in honor of both his family and kingdom. Pride was something he took great respect in, especially defending it. Throughout the years, his skills as a warrior had drawn him respect throughout the kingdom. Such a status had made him a prime candidate for a political marriage in the future in order to increase his family's status.
That girl was Olivia Augustus, whom he had already had a connection with as a childhood friend because of their families' interactions and visits when they were younger. So now he was a fiancé. In Kallun's mind this was yet another thing for which he must take pride in and defend the honor of. Kallun's prospects were readied for the tales of legends if he were to continue down this route. Yet fate had different things in mind for the young boy. Despite the prestige and honor he had come to expect of himself, his family was different.
Word had spread that House Arcos were strong-arming merchants for 'protection money', like gangsters. That is, they would deliberately not protect merchants or even pay a thief to cause trouble for the merchant if they did not pay them for their services. It was sickening but it was true. Such corruption was often common in the underbelly of Chieve, however, this snitching had been done as a tactic by a rival House in hopes of dragging Arcos through the mud. With the certainty of proof and a bribed confession, it was a tactic that indeed brought the Arcos family down to its knees.
Once a proud member of society, Kallun had his status and possessions stripped from him. He would no longer be the fiance of Olivia, and especially a great knight. Still his family was not totally left with nothing, they were now to the level of a minor house but were still held afloat thanks to their few connections. Kallun would not have any of it though. In deference to his families shame, he refused to take their leftovers and handouts, instead choosing to live on the streets in the life of a peasant. It was harsh lifestyle that taught him the value of currency and the things necessary to get it. He struggled painfully for years in that hell full of self-loathing and poverty.
Still, he found a chance to reclaim his life once again. There was an infamous serial killer throughout the lands known as 'Vileheart'. Not only was this criminal rampant but they had even committed the sin of killing Olivia's older brother. If Kallun was to help take down a fiend like that, surely he would reclaim the honor he and his family had once lost. It wad taken some time, but Kallun had managed to catch that murderous fiend in their act and track their home. After calling in the knights and surrounding the house, they made their move.
Once inside, they had found 'Vileheart',...and his family, a wife and a daughter. It had surprised Kallun, but the knights made their move either way. As expected, fighting Vileheart was not easy feat even for the two dozen knights to deal with. It was such a trial that one of the knights had decided to strike at Vileheart's family as hostages. To even his own surprise, it was Kallun himself that protected the wife and daughter. It was traitorous action that brought an axe hurling at his head.
It was Vileheart himself who had taken the blow for Kallun. Despite a deep wound in his back, Vileheart fought and slaughtered the group of knights. It was all so he could defend his family and even Kallun, who was too shocked to move. It was bloody, but it was an event that reminded him exactly of the Rhinoceros Beetle that stood tall against every enemy despite the odds. At the end of it all, Vileheart had fallen, leaving only Kallun and Vileheart's family. Kallun was deeply conflicted at the prospect of this murderous monster, who had killed a family member of his ex-fiancee, had protected him and his family with as much might as he could muster.
To Kallun's shock, he had admired this despicable person. Not only that, but he was indebted to him for saving his life. So what would he do with his family? Even though Vileheart was dead, there would be those who would come for his family seeking revenge. The answer was simple, protect them. So Kallun had decided that would be his way of paying back that man who had a twisted honor to him.
To make sure Vileheart's wife and daughter lived a peaceful life, Kallun needed to protect them and give them the means to survive. So at his own leisure, Kallun had Vileheart's family hide within a small home in the western side of the Nohrian Empire in order to keep them safe. At the same time, Kallun works as a mercenary and regularly sends most of his earnings to Vileheart's family. It wasn't long after that he was picked up by the Silver Hawks and brought into their fold. Still, many rumors circulate about Kallun Arcos, the one knows the location of Vileheart's family. Many have come at him of hopes satisfying their revenge, but like the herclues beetle he does not falter. Despite the pleas, the crying, begging and even violence that comes his way, he does not waver in giving up any information about their whereabouts.
More importantly, Kallun was apart of a significant family within the the Cheve Kingdom. The Arcos House was one that was dedicated through generations as supporters and defenders of King Bastén Linart and his ancestors as knights. So seeing himself as that fearless beetle he had seen, Kallun was extremely passionate about becoming a knight in honor of both his family and kingdom. Pride was something he took great respect in, especially defending it. Throughout the years, his skills as a warrior had drawn him respect throughout the kingdom. Such a status had made him a prime candidate for a political marriage in the future in order to increase his family's status.
That girl was Olivia Augustus, whom he had already had a connection with as a childhood friend because of their families' interactions and visits when they were younger. So now he was a fiancé. In Kallun's mind this was yet another thing for which he must take pride in and defend the honor of. Kallun's prospects were readied for the tales of legends if he were to continue down this route. Yet fate had different things in mind for the young boy. Despite the prestige and honor he had come to expect of himself, his family was different.
Word had spread that House Arcos were strong-arming merchants for 'protection money', like gangsters. That is, they would deliberately not protect merchants or even pay a thief to cause trouble for the merchant if they did not pay them for their services. It was sickening but it was true. Such corruption was often common in the underbelly of Chieve, however, this snitching had been done as a tactic by a rival House in hopes of dragging Arcos through the mud. With the certainty of proof and a bribed confession, it was a tactic that indeed brought the Arcos family down to its knees.
Once a proud member of society, Kallun had his status and possessions stripped from him. He would no longer be the fiance of Olivia, and especially a great knight. Still his family was not totally left with nothing, they were now to the level of a minor house but were still held afloat thanks to their few connections. Kallun would not have any of it though. In deference to his families shame, he refused to take their leftovers and handouts, instead choosing to live on the streets in the life of a peasant. It was harsh lifestyle that taught him the value of currency and the things necessary to get it. He struggled painfully for years in that hell full of self-loathing and poverty.
Still, he found a chance to reclaim his life once again. There was an infamous serial killer throughout the lands known as 'Vileheart'. Not only was this criminal rampant but they had even committed the sin of killing Olivia's older brother. If Kallun was to help take down a fiend like that, surely he would reclaim the honor he and his family had once lost. It wad taken some time, but Kallun had managed to catch that murderous fiend in their act and track their home. After calling in the knights and surrounding the house, they made their move.
Once inside, they had found 'Vileheart',...and his family, a wife and a daughter. It had surprised Kallun, but the knights made their move either way. As expected, fighting Vileheart was not easy feat even for the two dozen knights to deal with. It was such a trial that one of the knights had decided to strike at Vileheart's family as hostages. To even his own surprise, it was Kallun himself that protected the wife and daughter. It was traitorous action that brought an axe hurling at his head.
It was Vileheart himself who had taken the blow for Kallun. Despite a deep wound in his back, Vileheart fought and slaughtered the group of knights. It was all so he could defend his family and even Kallun, who was too shocked to move. It was bloody, but it was an event that reminded him exactly of the Rhinoceros Beetle that stood tall against every enemy despite the odds. At the end of it all, Vileheart had fallen, leaving only Kallun and Vileheart's family. Kallun was deeply conflicted at the prospect of this murderous monster, who had killed a family member of his ex-fiancee, had protected him and his family with as much might as he could muster.
To Kallun's shock, he had admired this despicable person. Not only that, but he was indebted to him for saving his life. So what would he do with his family? Even though Vileheart was dead, there would be those who would come for his family seeking revenge. The answer was simple, protect them. So Kallun had decided that would be his way of paying back that man who had a twisted honor to him.
To make sure Vileheart's wife and daughter lived a peaceful life, Kallun needed to protect them and give them the means to survive. So at his own leisure, Kallun had Vileheart's family hide within a small home in the western side of the Nohrian Empire in order to keep them safe. At the same time, Kallun works as a mercenary and regularly sends most of his earnings to Vileheart's family. It wasn't long after that he was picked up by the Silver Hawks and brought into their fold. Still, many rumors circulate about Kallun Arcos, the one knows the location of Vileheart's family. Many have come at him of hopes satisfying their revenge, but like the herclues beetle he does not falter. Despite the pleas, the crying, begging and even violence that comes his way, he does not waver in giving up any information about their whereabouts.
Skills:
-Great combatant
-Good at tracking
-Excellent at playing dead
-Unwavering at verbal abuse
-Incredible Stamina
Trivia:
He likes to collect bugs.
He is very careful and sensitive about his swords.
Keeps track of the people he's killed
Despite freely partying with women, never sleeps nor gets intimate with them.
Typically bad at gambling
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Dark Cloud 💀Vibin' beyond the Veil💀
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@KenjuGuy Bro my characters first name is Arcos.
Dark Cloud 💀Vibin' beyond the Veil💀
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That's gonna be hella weird and I don't wanna change my name. Not that you have to either just saying.
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I’m loving the characters being submitted, they are each so distinct and interesting! I can’t wait to see more about each of them!
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Hero Sincerest of Knights
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I'll read it when I finish my homework
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KenjuGuy Luminary of the Stars
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@KenjuGuy Bro my characters first name is Arcos.
Hell of a coincidence. Don't worry, I'll change the name when I get the chance to when I get back home
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Rethel34 Inverted Archery
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I'll prolly post my character sometime tomorrow. Not sure if I'll be an Apothecary or some kind of healer, but definitely planning on being a support unit in some capacity.
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Dark Cloud 💀Vibin' beyond the Veil💀
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My character will be the kind of character that definitely would be the tutorial mentor npc you get in almost every rpg. Tactician = Harsh Mentor NPC
Antediluvixen Kemonomimi Dystopia Creator
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I am here to chew bubblegum and explode heads with a kanabo, and I'm all out of bubblegum.
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Dark Cloud 💀Vibin' beyond the Veil💀
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Hey remember to press the LR button on your controller. (He repeated for the 100th time)
Rethel34 Inverted Archery
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After thinking about it just a little more, I'm going Apothecary who is excellent at concocting remedies, but absolute shit with a bow. Can't hit a single target in practice. Only lucky enough in an actual fight so as to not die, but not enough to be particularly useful on the combat side of things either. I'll probably throw together a GBA-esque mug to go with the sheet, too.
Rethel34 Inverted Archery
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Ok so I thought I wasn't going to get everything done before work this evening but ig I was wrong.
Name:
Sanji Hidaka
Age:
27
Nationality:
Sarukinan
Class:
Apothecary
Role:
Medic
Appearance:
A lengthy mane of reddish hair frames (and partially obscures) Sanji's youthful countenance. He has long been unable to grow facial hair, whether due to burns he's sustained or fumes from his concoctions or perhaps even utilizing enough vulneraries to slow his aging, he nor anyone who knows him is sure of. His eyes are a dulled yellow which matches his most common wardrobe choice. His left cheek bears a burn mark from his most recent reckless mistake while cooking up remedies. All his clothes are tattered or singed. The satchel of ingredients he carries is threadbare, and its contents occasionally slip through the holes. He stands lean and tall at 6'4" and only weighing 178 lbs.
Personality:
Sanji is typically quiet and reserved, though not exactly "shy". He simply doesn't see conversation as much of a necessity. After all, he has far too much swimming about in his brain concerning different herbs, fungi, and berries, as well as all manner of biological oddities he may discover. The most anyone is likely to hear of Sanji speaking is if they catch him while he is writing the day's discoveries in his rather disorganized notebook, at which point he mutters a near-incoherent string of "scientific phrases" as he scribbles hurriedly across the pages of the book. He is easily startled due to being generally out of touch with the world around him, and has quite a few fears, though he generally keeps these to himself.
He dislikes fighting, as he tends to not be very skilled at it, and will try to keep to the back lines if combat ever does break out. This ends up usually being the only time he pays attention to the things going on around him so he doesn't mistakenly end up with an axe between his eyes. This also helps in that if one of his companions ends up injured, he can rush to their aid with medicine in hand.
History:
Sanji was born into the Wind Tribe of Sarukina, his mother a native, his father half-Hoshidan. Sanji was named in honor of his Hoshidan blood, as his mother hoped it would invoke that same spirit of honor that Hoshidan warriors were known for. (Spoiler Alert: It didn't.) He was raised gathering herbs and berries to help the tribe, and was also given instruction in the bow for hunting, but he unfortunately never could adequately grasp the concept.
When he was but 10 years old, Sanji was put through a test to see if he could one day be a warrior for the tribe. He failed spectacularly. From that day forth, Sanji's father, one of the foremost warriors of the tribe, never spared an opportunity to express his disappointment in Sanji. However, Sanji eventually began to take lessons in herbs and medicine from one of the tribe's healers, a skill at which he excelled. When others would go into combat, Sanji would treat their wounds with medicine he had concocted. However, a day came when Sanji was separated from his tribe during a battle, the battle that would alter the course of Sanji's life.
He found himself in the midst of the woods, alone with the sound of brigands echoing through the dark underbrush all around him. He came to a small clearing where he found someone who had been injured. This person was neither brigand nor fellow nomad, but Sanji rushed to their side and began treating their wounds just the same. Before he had quite finished treating this person, one of the cutthroats had found him and rushed at him, axe raised. Only a moment before the steel met Sanji's flesh, another figure stepped out of the woods and felled the bandit in a single, glorious flourish. That was the day that Sanji met and joined the Silver Hawks mercenary company. He had saved one of their lives, and they had saved his. Ever since, he has been the company medic, healing his comrades both during and after battle, and when he's lucky, he gets to plant an arrow in his foes. He never did try to rejoin with his tribe, as he felt the only way to prove to his father that he wasn't a disappointment would be to prove himself without the tribe.
Skills:
He possesses no remarkable strength, only just able to reasonably carry a satchel full of herbs and ingredients and draw his bowstring to full length. However, he is more than knowledgeable in his craft as an apothecary and medic to whip up a vulnerary or antitoxin with impeccable efficiency.
Trivia:
Effectively, in-game, this would be a character with an E-Rank in Bows. He'd possess low Str and Def, mediocre Skl, astronomical Lck and Spd, and decent Mag (practically useless) and Res. His Mov would also possibly be higher than normal (maybe he got himself a nice pair of Running ShoesTM)?
Name:
Sanji Hidaka
Age:
27
Nationality:
Sarukinan
Class:
Apothecary
Role:
Medic
Appearance:
A lengthy mane of reddish hair frames (and partially obscures) Sanji's youthful countenance. He has long been unable to grow facial hair, whether due to burns he's sustained or fumes from his concoctions or perhaps even utilizing enough vulneraries to slow his aging, he nor anyone who knows him is sure of. His eyes are a dulled yellow which matches his most common wardrobe choice. His left cheek bears a burn mark from his most recent reckless mistake while cooking up remedies. All his clothes are tattered or singed. The satchel of ingredients he carries is threadbare, and its contents occasionally slip through the holes. He stands lean and tall at 6'4" and only weighing 178 lbs.
Personality:
Sanji is typically quiet and reserved, though not exactly "shy". He simply doesn't see conversation as much of a necessity. After all, he has far too much swimming about in his brain concerning different herbs, fungi, and berries, as well as all manner of biological oddities he may discover. The most anyone is likely to hear of Sanji speaking is if they catch him while he is writing the day's discoveries in his rather disorganized notebook, at which point he mutters a near-incoherent string of "scientific phrases" as he scribbles hurriedly across the pages of the book. He is easily startled due to being generally out of touch with the world around him, and has quite a few fears, though he generally keeps these to himself.
He dislikes fighting, as he tends to not be very skilled at it, and will try to keep to the back lines if combat ever does break out. This ends up usually being the only time he pays attention to the things going on around him so he doesn't mistakenly end up with an axe between his eyes. This also helps in that if one of his companions ends up injured, he can rush to their aid with medicine in hand.
History:
Sanji was born into the Wind Tribe of Sarukina, his mother a native, his father half-Hoshidan. Sanji was named in honor of his Hoshidan blood, as his mother hoped it would invoke that same spirit of honor that Hoshidan warriors were known for. (Spoiler Alert: It didn't.) He was raised gathering herbs and berries to help the tribe, and was also given instruction in the bow for hunting, but he unfortunately never could adequately grasp the concept.
When he was but 10 years old, Sanji was put through a test to see if he could one day be a warrior for the tribe. He failed spectacularly. From that day forth, Sanji's father, one of the foremost warriors of the tribe, never spared an opportunity to express his disappointment in Sanji. However, Sanji eventually began to take lessons in herbs and medicine from one of the tribe's healers, a skill at which he excelled. When others would go into combat, Sanji would treat their wounds with medicine he had concocted. However, a day came when Sanji was separated from his tribe during a battle, the battle that would alter the course of Sanji's life.
He found himself in the midst of the woods, alone with the sound of brigands echoing through the dark underbrush all around him. He came to a small clearing where he found someone who had been injured. This person was neither brigand nor fellow nomad, but Sanji rushed to their side and began treating their wounds just the same. Before he had quite finished treating this person, one of the cutthroats had found him and rushed at him, axe raised. Only a moment before the steel met Sanji's flesh, another figure stepped out of the woods and felled the bandit in a single, glorious flourish. That was the day that Sanji met and joined the Silver Hawks mercenary company. He had saved one of their lives, and they had saved his. Ever since, he has been the company medic, healing his comrades both during and after battle, and when he's lucky, he gets to plant an arrow in his foes. He never did try to rejoin with his tribe, as he felt the only way to prove to his father that he wasn't a disappointment would be to prove himself without the tribe.
Skills:
He possesses no remarkable strength, only just able to reasonably carry a satchel full of herbs and ingredients and draw his bowstring to full length. However, he is more than knowledgeable in his craft as an apothecary and medic to whip up a vulnerary or antitoxin with impeccable efficiency.
Trivia:
Effectively, in-game, this would be a character with an E-Rank in Bows. He'd possess low Str and Def, mediocre Skl, astronomical Lck and Spd, and decent Mag (practically useless) and Res. His Mov would also possibly be higher than normal (maybe he got himself a nice pair of Running ShoesTM)?
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My character is like the energetic and excitable newest recruit and best friend of the group. He means well and does his best but his eagerness to prove himself may get him into some tough spots. God I’m so excited for this to start!
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Shading your art is for losers. Real badasses just throw a stock color gradient in as a background and call it good.
Anyway now to do the sexy version instead of finishing my sheet
EDIT: I was bullied by a bunch of my artist friends into shading it.
Anyway now to do the sexy version instead of finishing my sheet
EDIT: I was bullied by a bunch of my artist friends into shading it.
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Given the other "WIPs" in the thread, I figured I would also post a WIP sheet just to given some impression of the direction I am going.
It is pretty sloppy at the moment as I gather my thoughts but this is the gist so far.
I have been enjoying reading the other sheets posted so far.
Edit: completed sheet?
Name:
Berit Lang
Age:
26
Nationality:
Chevois
Class:
Wyvern Rider
Role:
Animal Handler & Company Cook
Appearance:
Berit is more or less androgynous in appearance. They are tall and broad shouldered, with deep tan skin and sharp eyes. In the past they've had many haircut styles, but for the last couple of years they have preferred shaved sides. Both of their ears are pierced, though they wear no earrings at the moment. Like any mercenary, Berit has their scars. The largest of them are the deep jagged line the traces their left hip, and a raised, puckered thing on their left shoulder blade. Their hands are calloused, and their hands and forearms are covered in little pale lines.
They prefer practical clothes and armor, although with an added flair. A certain seamstress usually helps with that. Floral designs are a favorite, but they don't have any bias towards colors or materials... besides furs. Berit hates the cold, could never get used to it even after years of growing up in Nohr. They can be seen wearing multiple layers and long sleeves on all but the hottest of days.
Personality:
Berit is confident. They're a highly skilled combatant and they know it, but more than that they've lived a life where second guessing yourself not only could get you killed, but also knocks you down in the pecking order. There's no room for doubt Berit's life. When doubt does creep in it upsets and confuses her, which makes her agitated and annoyed. She takes to denial first. However, if it comes to personal matters and Berit is in the wrong, she doesn't have trouble admitting it. She isn't too proud to make amends. Although, in their opinion they are rarely ever wrong.
Being around people all her life, Berit is mostly friendly but it can take her a while to warm up to strangers. She treats the Silver Hawks like her family because, well, they are. It's normal to be a little wary when new people approach your family. Towards friends and acquaintances Berit is warm, humorous and helpful. Speaking of family though, relationships with family members aren't always sunshine and rainbows. Berit is stubborn, loud and opinionated - and she butts heads with even those she is closest with. She is known to give people a hard time now and then, but in the end she will always help out, defend, or stand up for her fellow Hawks.
She enjoys looking after people, and she is privy to the troubles of many Hawks who trust her with them. Thankfully she is good at keeping secrets. Even while drunk when she is at her most boisterous, she hasn't let anything slip yet. Berit also is not modest in the slightest, and doesn't mind skinship with her fellow Hawks.
History:
Subterfuge. Betrayal. Regret. Loathing. Treason, and a whole lot of money.
The story of a man who intended to get rich trading coin for his countrymen's blood.
The House of Lang had been one of moderate standing in Cheve. Their sons and daughters more often than not dutifully served as knights in the kingdom's employ, and of that duty Alduin Lang was no exception. But when a country prided itself on the service of it's people, it was always breeding stronger, smarter, and all around better knights. For a man that wanted more in life than the minor glories and paltry salary of his station, competing with Cheve's best and brightest just was not an option. So when an agent of the Nohrian empire approached Alduin offering quite a substantial sum to sell out his comrades, he agreed.
Before anyone caught on, life was good for the Lang family. If a few Chevois campaigns fell through, ran into slaughter by Nohrian forces where there should have been none, well that was just fine. When Cheve's knight officers grew suspicious at the new luxurious lifestyle, they went to the one place where all men laid their secrets: their wife. They promised to protect her and divorce her from the soon-to-be disgraced Lang name, and so she confessed her husband's crimes. In a panic, Alduin fled West before he could be caught and hung. He took all of the coin he could carry, as well as his infant child.
But Berit knows none of that. That story is the sin of her father yet to be passed on to her. For several of Berit's earliest years her family of two lived on the road. No noble house in Windmire would shelter a traitor, even if it had been in benefit to Nohr. It was a bitter tonic to swallow. Even within the empire Alduin feared retribution for his crime, so father and daughter kept moving instead of settling down - sticking mostly to the empire's Southern areas. The money Alduin had earned was spent on horse rentals and wagons, and inns and taverns wherever they went, introducing Berit to the many peoples of Nohr. The history and beliefs of the Chevois as taught by her father mingled with the culture and tradition of the Nohrians. Children eager to grow up don't care so much about things like that however, and Berit never did ask why her father had left Cheve at all after the first time.
Eventually the cache of coin began to run low. It was at this time that the two Langs traveled further than usual, out of their comfort zone, and ended up joining the Silver Hawks. Mercenary companies were happy to accept former knights into their ranks, and they didn't care why such knights were no longer in their country's service. For Alduin, traveling with the Hawks provided some degree of protection as well as pay, though he would never quite shake the habit of looking over his shoulder.
For Berit, it wasn't a big change but it was an extremely welcome one. She was twelve at the time, and the excitement of living with a mercenary company invigorated her. Well used to living on the road already, Berit easily kept pace with everyone - plus she could already fight and ride, having learned much from her father as they traveled together. The Hawks put her to work looking after the horses rather than on the front line, but she was happy to do it. As it turned out Berit wasn't a bad cook either, hanging around tavern kitchens all the time led to her picking up a thing or two. Quite a few of the company appreciated that skill. As she continued to grow she picked up even more things: the gruff, brash demeanor of the men, the tactics they talked about around the campfire. After a couple years into living with the Hawks, Berit had never felt more at home.
When her father passed, Berit, age sixteen, stepped up to take his place in the front line. She'd grown strong lugging supplies around and wrestling with horses and the newly acquired wyverns on top of her regular training. During her debut on the battlefield, Berit's sword was shattered, her horse was slain, and she was very nearly run through. Berit had inherited or adopted many traits, but the stubbornness she used to push through that trial with only a hastily acquired hand axe was all her own. After that she was officially a full fledged member of the Silver Hawks. The loss of a father didn't sting quite as much when you had a found family to support you through it.
From then on Berit only grew stronger and more skilled. She officially took up the axe as her main weapon, and traded the squishy mammal mount for a tougher scaled one. She continued in the role she started with all those years ago, becoming the company's expert Animal Handler. She kept cooking as well, and as one of the Hawk's better chefs she often joked that she was in charge of feeding everyone in camp, man and animal alike. It'd been ten years since joining the Silver Hawks. She'd seen members come and go, friends die, villages saved. She fought and befriended certain mysterious quartermasters, bailed newbies out of trouble and caused a few problems of her own now and then. She'd seen changes in leadership and attended a total of three Silver Hawks marriages. At this point she can't imagine living her life any other way.
Skills:
Cookery
Animal handling
Axe fighting/Axefaire
Good aim
Hardy, a lot of stamina
Decent handyman
Can sleep standing up, or with eyes open
Trivia:
She/They
Her wyvern's name is Penrod.
Art for FC is by this artist.
It is pretty sloppy at the moment as I gather my thoughts but this is the gist so far.
I have been enjoying reading the other sheets posted so far.
Edit: completed sheet?
Name:
Berit Lang
Age:
26
Nationality:
Chevois
Class:
Wyvern Rider
Role:
Animal Handler & Company Cook
Appearance:
Berit is more or less androgynous in appearance. They are tall and broad shouldered, with deep tan skin and sharp eyes. In the past they've had many haircut styles, but for the last couple of years they have preferred shaved sides. Both of their ears are pierced, though they wear no earrings at the moment. Like any mercenary, Berit has their scars. The largest of them are the deep jagged line the traces their left hip, and a raised, puckered thing on their left shoulder blade. Their hands are calloused, and their hands and forearms are covered in little pale lines.
They prefer practical clothes and armor, although with an added flair. A certain seamstress usually helps with that. Floral designs are a favorite, but they don't have any bias towards colors or materials... besides furs. Berit hates the cold, could never get used to it even after years of growing up in Nohr. They can be seen wearing multiple layers and long sleeves on all but the hottest of days.
Personality:
Berit is confident. They're a highly skilled combatant and they know it, but more than that they've lived a life where second guessing yourself not only could get you killed, but also knocks you down in the pecking order. There's no room for doubt Berit's life. When doubt does creep in it upsets and confuses her, which makes her agitated and annoyed. She takes to denial first. However, if it comes to personal matters and Berit is in the wrong, she doesn't have trouble admitting it. She isn't too proud to make amends. Although, in their opinion they are rarely ever wrong.
Being around people all her life, Berit is mostly friendly but it can take her a while to warm up to strangers. She treats the Silver Hawks like her family because, well, they are. It's normal to be a little wary when new people approach your family. Towards friends and acquaintances Berit is warm, humorous and helpful. Speaking of family though, relationships with family members aren't always sunshine and rainbows. Berit is stubborn, loud and opinionated - and she butts heads with even those she is closest with. She is known to give people a hard time now and then, but in the end she will always help out, defend, or stand up for her fellow Hawks.
She enjoys looking after people, and she is privy to the troubles of many Hawks who trust her with them. Thankfully she is good at keeping secrets. Even while drunk when she is at her most boisterous, she hasn't let anything slip yet. Berit also is not modest in the slightest, and doesn't mind skinship with her fellow Hawks.
History:
Subterfuge. Betrayal. Regret. Loathing. Treason, and a whole lot of money.
The story of a man who intended to get rich trading coin for his countrymen's blood.
The House of Lang had been one of moderate standing in Cheve. Their sons and daughters more often than not dutifully served as knights in the kingdom's employ, and of that duty Alduin Lang was no exception. But when a country prided itself on the service of it's people, it was always breeding stronger, smarter, and all around better knights. For a man that wanted more in life than the minor glories and paltry salary of his station, competing with Cheve's best and brightest just was not an option. So when an agent of the Nohrian empire approached Alduin offering quite a substantial sum to sell out his comrades, he agreed.
Before anyone caught on, life was good for the Lang family. If a few Chevois campaigns fell through, ran into slaughter by Nohrian forces where there should have been none, well that was just fine. When Cheve's knight officers grew suspicious at the new luxurious lifestyle, they went to the one place where all men laid their secrets: their wife. They promised to protect her and divorce her from the soon-to-be disgraced Lang name, and so she confessed her husband's crimes. In a panic, Alduin fled West before he could be caught and hung. He took all of the coin he could carry, as well as his infant child.
But Berit knows none of that. That story is the sin of her father yet to be passed on to her. For several of Berit's earliest years her family of two lived on the road. No noble house in Windmire would shelter a traitor, even if it had been in benefit to Nohr. It was a bitter tonic to swallow. Even within the empire Alduin feared retribution for his crime, so father and daughter kept moving instead of settling down - sticking mostly to the empire's Southern areas. The money Alduin had earned was spent on horse rentals and wagons, and inns and taverns wherever they went, introducing Berit to the many peoples of Nohr. The history and beliefs of the Chevois as taught by her father mingled with the culture and tradition of the Nohrians. Children eager to grow up don't care so much about things like that however, and Berit never did ask why her father had left Cheve at all after the first time.
Eventually the cache of coin began to run low. It was at this time that the two Langs traveled further than usual, out of their comfort zone, and ended up joining the Silver Hawks. Mercenary companies were happy to accept former knights into their ranks, and they didn't care why such knights were no longer in their country's service. For Alduin, traveling with the Hawks provided some degree of protection as well as pay, though he would never quite shake the habit of looking over his shoulder.
For Berit, it wasn't a big change but it was an extremely welcome one. She was twelve at the time, and the excitement of living with a mercenary company invigorated her. Well used to living on the road already, Berit easily kept pace with everyone - plus she could already fight and ride, having learned much from her father as they traveled together. The Hawks put her to work looking after the horses rather than on the front line, but she was happy to do it. As it turned out Berit wasn't a bad cook either, hanging around tavern kitchens all the time led to her picking up a thing or two. Quite a few of the company appreciated that skill. As she continued to grow she picked up even more things: the gruff, brash demeanor of the men, the tactics they talked about around the campfire. After a couple years into living with the Hawks, Berit had never felt more at home.
When her father passed, Berit, age sixteen, stepped up to take his place in the front line. She'd grown strong lugging supplies around and wrestling with horses and the newly acquired wyverns on top of her regular training. During her debut on the battlefield, Berit's sword was shattered, her horse was slain, and she was very nearly run through. Berit had inherited or adopted many traits, but the stubbornness she used to push through that trial with only a hastily acquired hand axe was all her own. After that she was officially a full fledged member of the Silver Hawks. The loss of a father didn't sting quite as much when you had a found family to support you through it.
From then on Berit only grew stronger and more skilled. She officially took up the axe as her main weapon, and traded the squishy mammal mount for a tougher scaled one. She continued in the role she started with all those years ago, becoming the company's expert Animal Handler. She kept cooking as well, and as one of the Hawk's better chefs she often joked that she was in charge of feeding everyone in camp, man and animal alike. It'd been ten years since joining the Silver Hawks. She'd seen members come and go, friends die, villages saved. She fought and befriended certain mysterious quartermasters, bailed newbies out of trouble and caused a few problems of her own now and then. She'd seen changes in leadership and attended a total of three Silver Hawks marriages. At this point she can't imagine living her life any other way.
Skills:
Cookery
Animal handling
Axe fighting/Axefaire
Good aim
Hardy, a lot of stamina
Decent handyman
Can sleep standing up, or with eyes open
Trivia:
She/They
Her wyvern's name is Penrod.
Art for FC is by this artist.
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Should we ask questions here or is DMing you on Discord okay
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Should we ask questions here or is DMing you on Discord okay
Either one works - but posting in the OOC thread will also help out people with a similar question.
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