[OOC] Americhronism [Medieval Post Apocalypse]

[Cpt Toellner]

I changed the age.

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Blitzkrieg said
I changed the age.

Perfect.

[AeronFarron]

Vanderbuilt Changes

Name: Alejandra Vanderbuilt
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Nationality/Homeland: Alejandra, or Aleh as she's is often called, hails from the city state that was once known as Columbus in The Land of a Thousand Kings. She thrives in nearly any type of weather, long used to the snow storms of winter, thunderstorms and windstorms of spring, and the scorching, stifling heat of summer. She is the daughter of the noble family and heir apparent to her City State, but she doesn't let that stop her from running the day to day operations of the family stables. A Vanderbuilt horse is rumored to be the finest steed in all of the lands: powerfully built to brave the harshest winters, floods and battle, swift enough to to be quick footed for most couriers, and mild mannered to even allow a mother and her child to ride comfortably. With enough grazing fields and a river source half a day's ride away, the Vanderbuilt house has established a long line of quality horses and horsemen. The family crest consists of a white sword and a golden lance crossed with one white horse head and one golden horse head facing away from each other on either side of the weapons. When on a flag, the crest is shown on a navy blue background.

Appearance/Equipment: Alejandra is a fairly tall young woman with golden tanned skin and faintly rounded, almond-shaped, stormy gray-blue eyes. Her nose is slight and rests about an inch and a half above slightly darker, cupid's bow shaped lips. With smaller ears that are faintly pointed and a rather strong jaw and pointed chin, she gives off an aura of knowledge and authority.

A slimmed neck gives way to prominent collarbones and built shoulders along with toned and defined arms, thin wrists and proportionately larger palms and longer fingers. Her left arm bears a series of snugly bound colored clothes, which signify that she has received her brand (a series of markings on her skin) but has yet to decide to find a mate. Her chest is moderately sized for her age, which only seem deceptively larger due to her perfect posture and elongated, muscled torso. Her waist is thinner while hips flare out to shapely, muscled thighs and calves. She has a flatter foot than most would think, giving her feet a slight "snowshoe" appearance.

Raven colored hair is tightly wound in a pony tail that reaches the middle of her back. In accordance to the customs of her land, her hair is interwoven with bright red, turquoise blue, pale purple, and golden beads and threads to signify herself as a warrior maiden, a horseman, a Vanderbuilt, and the owner of a successful stable respectively.

For everyday clothes, Alejandra normally wears a shirt that consists of linen and leather padding on the shoulders and upper arm. Her pants are typically made with canvas, but again sport leather protection on the knees. Her boots are made of a canvas material lined with leather on the shins and bottom of the feet. A utility sword, a gift from a blacksmith in another city state as repayment for a horse, is always at her side.

In battle, Alejandra dresses in the traditional manner of her land. Bright red paint is smeared around her eyes as well as across her face from left to right diagonally. Red dipped white eagle feathers with black markings decorate her hair along with braids woven with metal beads circle above her ears. Her torso is protected by a plate of leather, fitted with metal along the front, arms, and back of the hands. The gives her mobility while offering more protection than just leather. However, the metal can be discarded, along with one layer of leather should it become a damaging hindrance. Her legs are protected with the finest, hardiest leather with a pant mail of mail beneath it. This is the heaviest piece of equipment, but offers the best protection against sword slashes while on horseback. Her feet are plated in the front and back. For weapons, a heavier sword with a protective hilt is strapped securely to her horse, whom is also armored in a mix of leather and mail, while she carries a wicked looking weapon. Known as a lance, but really a halberd, this weapon was made specifically for Alejandra to use as an all around weapon. The balance of the weapon is maintain with a lighter counter weight on the base of the weapon, which makes it heavier, but easier to swing while maintaining a good stop time. The axe head is incredibly sharp with a slightly serrated edge towards the tip, and sports a piecing head/hook combination counter to it. The reason it is called a "lance" is do to the removable blade at the weapon's tip, which she uses as a spearing weapon while on horseback. Once the fasteners to the blade are loosened and the blade removed, a smaller blade can be used for parrying and stabbing on foot.

For ceremonial dress, Alejandra wears a multi-hued blue silk wrap with golden threads, leather strapped leg sandals and lets her hair cascade down her shoulders. Beads and threads still decorate her hair, and her face is painted lightly to highlight her eyes and lips. A ceremonial halberd, colored blue and black is decorated with a navy ribbon around the shaft closest to the axe head is fastened to her back via a leather belt. This one is much lighter than her battle version, and is not meant to be used for fighting.

Skills:
Common:
Cooking: Aleh is able to make the most basics of food from open fire roasting to pit stews, and various dried meats. She is handy with a knife to prepare meat correctly, but she would be completely lost in a kitchen setting.

Writing/Reading/Arithmetic: With basic knowledge, Aleh is unable to write or read in large quantities. Novels are useless to her, as are complicated math principles. She only knows enough to calculate, read, and write out the expenses for her family's ranch.

Foraging: Whether it is for food or raw materials, Aleh is certain to find what she needs or requires. Also, if given an adequate enough description, she is able to find most raw materials.

Diplomacy: With a general knowledge of other cultures and their customs, the young noble is able to grasp and/or diffuse quite a few situations.

Navigational Knowledge: Whether it is simply to travel or for military purposes, Aleh has a good grip on terrains, Sun/star/moon positions, animal/weather indicators to figure out where she is and in what direction it is she needs to go to complete her objectives.

Uncommon:
Horse Riding*: A naturally gifted horseman, Aleh is as comfortable in a saddle as she is on her own two feet. Even so, she dedicated a lot of time to learning and practicing to hone her skills. From impressive mounted combat skills to flashy tricks meant to entertain, one would be hard pressed to find another horseman as capable as herself.

Rancher: She has spent nearly all of her life around animals. This long time experience has left her with an uncommon sense of caring for a large variety of animals. From taming wild stallions to shearing sheep or birthing a calf, few animals will die while in her care.

Medium Armor: Medium Armor is worn for the cautious quick fighter. Aleh can use this armor most effectively in the saddle and on the ground. Running, movements, and combat is easier for here while garbed in primarily leather armor with metal accents.

Bladed Combat: If is has a blade, Aleh can use it. Undoubtedly, her personal lance is her best weapon as well as her most comfortable. Second would be a sword (hand and a half), then a knife, then a hand axe (effectiveness deceased). She will never use a hammer or similar weapon since she has no grasp on how to use them effectively.

Leadership: Aleh is charismatic and exudes an aura that she demands respect. She can be called cocky, but she makes sure that others know that she is willing to learn and listen to people smarter than her. She will stand with her comrades and protect whom she feels needs protecting.

Personality: Alejandra is a proud woman that cares deeply for her people. She shows the love for her family's and city's livestock and will protect them to her dying breath. While she is personable and rather friendly to people who and friendly to her, she does not believe in "turning the other cheek" when she's been wronged. She has taken her duties as a noble seriously, and can often be seen with her city's magister/advisor--usually asking him questions. She loathes braggarts and people that cause trouble for her city-state. She is known in her city for her skills on horses, and her show is a main attraction at the city's tri-annual festivals.

History: Alejandra was born into wealth and royalty in the Spring. She grew up learning how to read, write, and do basic arithmatic before she was finally able to go into the ranching life her family was known for. At the same time, she began her diplomacy lessons as well as her geographical navigation lessons with the city-state's magister. In her 13th year of life, she began combat training. She was then sent with a senior warrior to the nearby ruins to train as a rite of passage. For the next few years, Aleh and her teacher, an old woman whom was known as Typhoon, trained together and foraged in the wilds.

During this time Aleh found that she had a natural affinity for the halberd over the sword, an affinity Typhoon shared with her. Upon completion of her training, Typhoon gifted Aleh with her own halberd and stated that Aleh had earned the right the woman's barren womb would never allow. Both began the journey home, just the two of them and Aleh's longtime friend: a horse named Wildfire. Along the way, she offered her horse to a traveling blacksmith whom's horse was injured. The man refused, knowing how important a horse was to a Columbian, so the two delayed their trip when Aleh insisted on caring for the mare. In gratitude, the blacksmith gave her his best sword and taught he how to use it after gaining her teacher's permission. When the mare had healed enough, Typhoon ordered that her student find her own way home.

Aleh returned to her home in the summer of her 16th year. She greeted the new warrior-hunters that were heading out for their first solo hunts and clasped forearms in respect to the hunting leader. When she returned to her home, the girl was immediately coordinated as heir-apparent and began to run the family ranch in her mother's stead. A feast was held, for this was a big occasion and signified her passage into adulthood. It was later that year that a war broke out. It lasted until her the later part of her 18th year. She participated as a runner for food and supplies to the main fighting force as well as made sure the city's supply lines along the river were kept open. Her status as heir-apparent kept her from the front lines at her parents' sides and limited her battles to small skirmishes. Typhoon returned during the war with her husband, the blacksmith, and a miracle daughter. The blacksmith presented his wife's student with her own halberd and armor when Aleh returned Typhoons's halberd. She hid them both behind the city-state's walls and forbade Typhoon from fighting on the account of the woman's young child.

Wildfire and his mistress continued to ride together before she retired him to be a sire following a bad injury. He would later be replaced by his younger sister (whom had just turned 5) named Blumenkrantz, or Blume, by the magister. Blume was the last horse to be raised by her mother, and thus held the distinction to serve as the heir's permanent mount until she was retired. Blume is a golden brown color with a blonde mane and sharp, brown eyes.

She is attending the wedding as the representative for her city state with a gift of the finest Vanderbuilt horse that was bred and trained for the king as well as a gift of a prized bull worth its weight in gold for its breeding line. For his new wife, she brought the traditional garb for a married woman, handmade and hand dyed a rich shade of purple with elaborate and complicated stitching.

Miscellaneous

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Alrighty, then just do me a favor and put that in a hider when you're not on your phone.

[AeronFarron]

Ok

EDIT: Hid the changes for Alejandra

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Alrighty.

Player spots are filled (one person dropped out, but I already went two more than I wanted to anyway), so applications will now close. Anyone who's been sent a Fate, get in your sheets, and we'll begin as soon as that's done.

[Card]

Bump.

Will patiently wait for CS's.

[Herzinth]

I should have mine done tonight

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Herzinth said
I should have mine done tonight

Don't worry about it.

Same for the rest of you; this thread will still be here. Just be sure to get it done some time.

[Sukisho]

Morgan Warner CS

Name: Morgan Warner
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Nationality/Homeland: The Freelands / Dublin, Texas

Appearance/Equipment: Morgan is not tall by any standard and many would go as far as to call her short. She is 5' tall, but 5'1" on her tall days. Her thick dark brown hair is cut in a bob to keep it off her neck as the heat in Dublin can be intense in the summers. Her eyes are a bright green and she is usually wearing a smile.

She is usually spotted wearing a light white coat with large pockets over her tight green t-shirt and jeans. In these pockets and handmade leather bag she carries, lie and assortment of dried herbs and vials of liquid. The liquids vary in colours from clear to murky brown, a collection of concoctions, alcohols and draughts she has created for various ailments. Everything is labeled as well as she can, usually listing ingredients and what ailment it can cure. While she does most of her work from memory now, it certainly makes her job easier. She also carries extra cloth for wrapping wounds and a worn stethoscope.

Skills:
Uncommon:
Herbal Medicine * - From recognizing the difference between poisonous and medicinal herbs, and even those natural elements that may be one or the other based on preparation, to the concoction of various potions, poisons, and poultices. Additionally, a master of this field will be able to recognize how to use these items to heal various ailments that affect both people and animals.

Doctor's Orders - Maybe it is the fact that you can save their life or take it, but people listen to what you have to say. (AKA Persuasion)

Culturally Diverse - No matter where you seem to travel, you know the basic customs and niceties of where you. Rarely do you offend someone by doing or saying something that is culturally unacceptable. This has been gained through learning and experience.

First Aid - Fast acting, lifesaving aid. You can administer this aid quickly and with great precision. From setting a bone to stitching up a deep cut, you can do it easily.

Common:
Horseback Riding, Sewing, Close Quarters Combat (Knife), Cooking, Education, Stealth, Sense of Direction

Personality: Morgan's upbringing and travels have molded her personality quite suitable for her time spent, her upbringing in particular bringing structure to her life, making her normally stern. She has the capacity for kindness and a soft touch, bedside manner being a necessity of her craft, and she has an air of authority from her confidence in her aptitude in her craft. While the politics of the regions she ventures into do not interest her, for she supports none of these governments, the people and their lives do, for they are her charges. She has learned further that traveling without much company to be wary and always have a blade laced with poison on hand, just in case of danger.

History: The small town of Dublin in the area once known as Texas in the Freelands is where young Morgan was born and raised. The town was small and Morgan, like all other Dublin children, only has simple practical schooling while she lived there. She was raised by her mother and grandmother, her father being long forgotten. Morgan never knew if the man who had given her life was even alive somewhere in the vast world, but she did not care, as he had left Dublin when her mother was barely even pregnant. Grandmother Gwen was the towns local Medicine Woman and has amassed great knowledge of local plants and ways in which to mix them into remedies. Though Morgan's mother Anna helped around the house of medicine, it was Morgan who seemed to have the gift to become a medicine woman herself. Her grandmother took her under her wing and trained her for several years.

One day, when Morgan was about 13 years old, a strange man came to town looking for the medicine woman. Grandmother Gwen was getting older so she had been letting Morgan care for the medicine house and its visitors, so it was Morgan who greeted the stranger. The man was shocked that a child was in charge, but only after testing her talents did he agree she would be helpful. The stranger explained that a member of his company was ill just outside of town and as they feared moving him would worsen his condition, she would need to come with him to see the patient. Morgan looked to her grandmother for advice, and then agreed to go with the man. After a thorough evaluation, she identified the infection that the man had contracted and produced a remedy from the big medicine bag she had brought with her. She instructed him to take it twice a day until the bottle was empty, not to stop just because he felt better. The man thanked her and the stranger approached her to escort her back home. Back in Dublin a week or so after he had first arrived, the stranger returned to speak with Morgan's Grandmother. The stranger spoke with her grandmother for a long while before emerging from the back of the medicine house. After the man sat down on one of the waiting chairs, Gwen called her granddaughter to the back room. There she explained to Morgan that the man found her to be extremely talented and felt she was wasting her skills in this small town. He was offering to take her with their company and to let her study with medicine men from across the realm. Morgan could hardly believe her ears, after assuring that her grandmother could manage the medicine house, she calmly walked out to greet the stranger and let him know she would indeed join him on his journey.

The stranger, whose name she now knew was Malik, lead her across the country on horseback treating the wounded and spending months at a time in the tutelage of master Medicine Men and Women. As she got older, Malik soon let her travel more by herself, but not before making sure she was trained in a form of combat. Her slim small figure made hiding a knife easier than a sword or other weapon so when they had time she practiced with Malik in using it to her defense. He also helped her learn of the cultures of the lands as they rode from the Kingdom of Albany to the shores of the Westernelles. This knowledge was indispensable to Morgan and had probably saved her life on more than on occasion.

By the time she was an adult, Morgan, had begun to make a name for herself. Her medical skills were well sought after and her journeys were generally well met if not funded by others for want of her services. Lives, great and small, were held in her hands, and this young girl from some small backwater realm, became favoured by nobles near and far for her prowess in her field. Even when not travelling under the coin of another, it was hard to find a place that did not know of the Wandering Medicine Woman.

Morgan was not surprised to be invited to the Royal Wedding, having helped those in the Kingdom of Albany in the past. While she expects to attend the wedding, she will also use the opportunity to greet old patients and help new ones.

Miscellaneous:

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You're good.

Everyone else, hop to it.

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Alright, looks like we're getting complaints about the RP not getting to start. That's usually where I start putting the foot down.

Anyone without a finished CS is now getting a PM. Hop to it, or I'll reopen the application process and have someone take your place.

[Cpt Toellner]

CARD HAS SPOKEN.

[Herzinth]

ALL HAIL CARD.

[Herzinth]

Deitrich Bern

Name Deitrich Bern
Age 34
Sex Male
Nationality/Homeland Born in the Kingdom of Albany, raised in the Underhalls
Appearance/Equipment Deitrich is a middle-aged man who inherited his father's tall build and dark hair alongside his mother's blue eyes and thin lips. Gaunt yet strong, he garbs himself in blue and white, with a black castle rising from a similarly black field sewn across his breast. He's prone to wearing gloves, so as to hide the burn scars that liberally coat his left hand. His beard is kept cropped short, and is beginning to show strands of white.

For combat, Deitrich armours himself in steel plate. On his left hand, instead of a shield he prefers an extra thick steel gauntlet; useful for deflecting blades, though not strong enough to block a heavy blow directly. He arms himself with a hand-and-a-half sword carried at his hip, the hilt forged in the shape of a bear claw.
Skills
Sword Fighting*, Falconeering, Reading, Jousting, Dancing, Swimming, Orienteering, Writing, Arithmetic, Horse Riding, Archery
Personality Deitrich is a hard, cold man; not well known for his cheerful witticisms. Driven by obsessive ideals of justice and honour, he's often found to be stubborn and unwavering in his tasks.
History Decades ago, there was a young Albanian noble named Harrold. He was loud, strong, and fond of his drink. His first wife died giving birth to his son, though the son himself was healthy enough. That son was Deitrich.

When Deitrich was four, there was a grand feast. Attending this feast was a woman named Lisa Heswell, accompanied by her brother Gregory. A long and bitter rivalry was shared between Gregory and Harrold, a shared hatred born in childhood and forged ever stronger since. Between Lisa and Harrold, however, were shared baudy jokes and enticing wit instead of angry words and threatening declarations.

As the night carried on and the feast grew late, those who had been diligently drinking had turned red from intoxication. Lust flared, and Harrold and Lisa disappeared towards the bedchamber. However, it was not long before Gregory realized what had happened. He stormed off after them, and interrupted them mid revelry.

Drunken and angry the both of them, it was hard to tell who challenged to other to a duel first. But a challenge was issued, and a challenge was accepted. They drew swords in that very room, too impatient to move to the courtyard; or to even get dressed in Harrold's case. It was a sloppy and embarrassing fight that was acted out before the horrified Lisa. And though Gregory struck a strong blow to Harrold's leg, it was Deitrich's father who stood above the bloodied corpse of his foe in the end.

However, distraught and pressured by a family seeking vengeance for the loss of their son, Lisa wove a different tale. Harrold found himself accused of murder and rape, with no means to defend his innocence. He was exiled from the Kingdom of Albany, and any claim to his lands annulled. He packed up what valuable possessions he could, and took his young son with him when he limped off.

The two took refuge among the darkmen of the Underhalls. Harrold's leg healed in time, but developed a severe pain condition. Mere walking became an excruciating ordeal, and most of his hours were spent sitting or lying down. Exiled, crippled, and lost in the dark tunnels of the Underhalls, he began to mold his son. To try and instill the same sense of righteous anger and duty into the young that he himself felt.

The earlier pocketed valuables were sold off one by one, to buy Deitrich what he needed for a proper noble upbringing. Tutors, clothes, armour, and weapons all came at a cost; but it was a cost that noble trinkets were able to cover. Trainers were employed to teach the physical skills that Harrold found himself incapable of, and scholars to teach him a level of literacy above that of his father.

On one night, while Deitrich was still young, Harrold grew drunk. The bitter taste of his exile struck harder than it had in years and he began to shout at Deitrich, accusing him of laziness and treachery. He rose to his feet, forgetting his crippled leg. It collapsed beneath him, sending him tumbling into the hearth. Deitrich severely burned him hand trying to pull his father out from the flames, but to no avail. With few options available to him, Deitrich took what belongings they had remaining and left.

And so it was that on his eighteenth birthday, Deitrich rose from the Underhalls and returned to claim him lands from his uncle who had been holding them as regent in his absence; his fathers seal in hand and twenty sellswords at his back. The lands now in his possesion, Deitrich chose new words for his reborn house: "Forged Anew".
Miscellaneous

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Awesome, Herzi.

If you could change all mention of name days to birthdays, that'd be pretty great.

[Herzinth]

The deed has been done.

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Awesome.

Well, Darog is probably dropping out, and I haven't heard from Hey. Zed will have his CS up by Friday. If he doesn't, he's getting /super/ kicked.

Looks like we'll have a few extra spots, but I've got people who want to fill them. Deadline is tomorrow. I'll be pretty lenient; if I'm awake and online on Saturday and the CS's are there, I'll still take them.

[AeronFarron]

*waits in antici....pation.*

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Alrighty.

Three people didn't post, which means three spots open. I've got people who could fill those spots, but I'll need time to contact them. One of them is already filled, and if Hey decides to post late, I'd be willing to let him in, as he's the only one who I did not have constant access to during the recent Guild crashes. Once his spot is filled, however, it's filled.

As for everyone else, the first IC post will be up sometime next week. Once I get these spots filled or decide to leave them, I can give you a definite day. I'd like it to be something like tomorrow, but I'll likely be gone for almost all of tomorrow. Father's Day.

Until then, sit tight.