Blades of Ferreria: A Medieval Fantasy ((1x1 or Small Group RP))

[Blue Demon]

Well, I suck at choosing theme songs. I've spent the last twenty minutes going through all the songs I know and I've come up with Na-da. Suggestions would be very welcome.

June Winslow

BASIC INFO

• n a m e » June Winslow
• n i c k n a m e s » Raven
• g e n d e r » Female
• a g e » 34
• r a c e » Human
• s e x u a l i t y » Asexual
• f a c t i o n » Herself
• r e l i g i o n » Neither, but she supports the New over the Old
• o c c u p a t i o n » Mercenary

INNER SELF

• a p p e a r a n c e » June has brown eyes and auburn hair. In the right light her hair appears almost purple. There is also blonde streaks in the front, framing her face. June has aged well over the years and doesn't have many noticeable scars, but if you were to see her without her armour, you'd see she has many. She has a very distinctive scar of a Raven on her shoulder which started her nickname. In keeping with the theme she has had Ravens added to her armour.
• p e r s o n a l i t y » June tries to be a very dour person. She frowns and grumbles but it's all a facade. She likes nothing more than to laugh and to "let her hair down". She'll often find herself laughing in the middle of battle or at other inopportune times. This leads other people to think she's crazy, and maybe she is. She is easily distracted by contests and loves a good fight. She doesn't choose her jobs on the amount of money. Rather she judges by skill, enjoyment and consequences.
• h i s t o r y » June was orphaned at an young age. She never knew if her parents abandoned her of it they had died. She was raised by farmers, a rather austere religious couple. Her father had never really approved of her violent tendencies, but couldn't stop her from getting into trouble. When it became apparent she was going to get herself killed or worse if she didn't know how to properly defend herself he hired an old soldier who lived in their same small town. He taught June how to use a sword and the creeds that he had lived by. In her own manner she absorbed everything he taught and kept only what she wanted. In the end she had a very peculiar blend of sword fighting and dirty fighting.
  
  At the age of nineteen after she turned down the idea of marriage to another man, she ran away from home. On one of her various adventures she fell in with a mercenary group and learned more from them. However she left after only a few months. Being the sole girl in a group of me wasn't the best situation. On her way out she stole quite a bit of money, enough to start her own band, consisting of herself. By the time she was twenty six she had a name for herself and was recognized as a mercenary.
• l i k e s »
  • Laughing
  • Flowers
  • Fighting
  • Being the Best
• d i s l i k e s »
  
  • Losing
  • Dogs
  • Hot/Spicy Food
  • Liars
• f l a w s »
  
  • Very Competitive. She always has to be better and makes a competition out of everything.
  • Tends to tell the truth even if it's detrimental
  • Might be Crazy
  • Violent Tendencies
  • Self Centered. If she think she might die, she'll leave you.

SO UNCIVILIZED!

• w e a p o n s »
  
  • Bastard Sword
  • Boot Knife
  • Sword Swords (2) For Dual Wielding
  • Crossbow
• a b i l i t i e s »
  • Brute Strength
  • Battle minded/tactics
  • Winning made up contests
  • Talking a million miles a minute

BEHIND THE SCENES

• p o s t c o l o r (s) » Brown
• t h e m e s o n g s » MUSIC HERE

Blue Demon

And this is what i got. Feel free to suggest changes or if I need to add more.

[Mister Grimm]

@Blue Demon lol Looks good to me. What kind of sound were you going for theme song wise? I have a good band that might have an option.

[Blue Demon]

At this point, I really don't care. Not anime?

[Mister Grimm]

How about this? I kinda imagine your character hunting her enemies to this, fighting a group of enemies with ease.

Bible Study

[Mister Grimm]

BASIC INFO

—— n a m e » Elrin Daren Hawke
—— n i c k n a m e s » Elrin, Arbiter Hawke, El
—— g e n d e r » Male
—— a g e » 31
—— r a c e » Human
—— s e x u a l i t y » Heterosexual
—— f a c t i o n » The Ferrerian Empire
—— r e l i g i o n » Elrin is a loyal disciple of the Last-born
—— o c c u p a t i o n » Arbiter in the Imperial Army

INNER SELF

—— a p p e a r a n c e » Elrin is of average height and has an athletic build, being both strong and lean. Elrin has more than his fair share of scars on his body. Every scar comes with a story. When Elrin isn't on duty (which isn't often) he's generally wearing a linen shirt and linen pants. When he's on duty he can often be seen wearing the armor of the Arbiter.
—— p e r s o n a l i t y » Elrin is an arbitrary man, often times making decisions on his own without restriction for the sheer fact he knows what he's talking about before anyone else. He has a temper colder than ice. He's a leader at heart and has little tolerance for those who insist on being fool hearty. This isn't to say he doesn't care, he is simply one to keep what he feels bottled up, for deep down he is in pain and is one to form bonds over time.
—— h i s t o r y » Elrin was born in a small village on the outskirts of Almeria. He had humble beginnings. His father was a soldier for the Emperor, his mother a healer. They were neither poor nor were they rich. When the rebellion was beginning to reach it's peak, his father was one of the first sent to where the fighting was bloodiest. He never came back. It pained Elrin a great deal, for he didn't know the fate of his father. It is tradition in the Imperial army to gather the deceased's horse and weapons should they die beside their brothers in arms, and bring them to the family to tell them how they died. No one ever came. No indication of how his father died or where. He would be forced to grow up quickly to support his mother. When he reached the age of 13, Elrin joined the ranks of the Imperial Army. It was apparent from the moment his superiors first saw him cleave dummies to pieces that he was skilled with a blade. They could see the anger that coursed through his veins, something that drove him through hell and back as he cleaved dummy after dummy to pieces. Within a few years, he was officially a soldier of the Empire. Within weeks, he was marching to the front lines of any conflict that demanded the attention of the Empire. The rebellion, disputes between the races, wherever the Empire was needed, he was there fighting on the front lines. He was a loyal soldier, unorthodox perhaps but loyal nonetheless. For his loyalty, he was given the title of Arbiter. The Arbiters are an elite group selected from any of the species of Ferreria, their primary responsibility is to preserve the stability of the country by whatever means necessary. Though they are generally considered as being above the law and have complete discretion as to the methods used to accomplish their mission, they still must answer to the Emperor and the council.
—— l i k e s »
- A hot meal after a long day
- Ale after a battle
- The dwerog
- Fae Woman
- The occasional moment of peace and quiet
- Spending time with his mother when possible
—— d i s l i k e s »
- Risar
- The Free People of Ferreria
- Fool Hearty Individuals
—— f l a w s »
Elrin is a hardened man and isn't easily angered but god help the person unfortunate enough to get on his bad side. His hatred for the rebels drives him to fight though fighting rebels sometimes sends him into a blood lust type state. He'll cut down any rebel in sight if he gets into this state, soldier or not.

SO UNCIVILIZED!

—— w e a p o n s »
- The Blade of the Arbiter, a masterpiece crafted by the most skilled of the dwerog craftsman, using only the best materials available
- Dagger
—— a b i l i t i e s » Elrin has a working knowledge of herbology, knowing just what herbs can heal a body thanks to his mother. His father trained him how to handle a blade along with his trainers at the Imperial Academy

BEHIND THE SCENES

—— p o s t c o l o r (s) » Normal Text, "Talking"
—— t h e m e s o n g s » Cradle to the Grave - Five Finger Death Punch

Mister Grimm

[Blue Demon]

Well, so far that's the best. I suck at choosing music. :(

[Slamurai]

BASIC INFO

—— n a m e » Saugh Chu’ai
—— n i c k n a m e s » The Consecrated
—— g e n d e r » Male
—— a g e » 36
—— r a c e » Human (Foreign)
—— s e x u a l i t y » Heterosexual
—— f a c t i o n » Old Gods / Chonusu Empire / Warband of the Consecrated
—— r e l i g i o n » Old Gods
—— o c c u p a t i o n »Champion / Warlord

INNER SELF

—— a p p e a r a n c e » The majority of Chu’ai’s head is shaven, save for a lock of hair at the top that runs down the front into a tip. [It is identical to the traditional Chupryna style of haircut worn by Ukrainian Cossaks.] He sports a sparse, dark beard that hangs from his chin, and a moustache that follows the contour of his lips. His face is broad with high-cheekbones and from it stretches skin the color of bright maple wood. He is of average height, though his body is honed with slabs of muscle from a lifetime of war.

His armor takes on a metallic, apple-green hue, trimmed in gold. From the collar and shoulder plates sprout sets of black, horn-like spikes. His helmet is topped with a set of horns that curl around each other, as if improperly grown. A strand of red-dyed horsehair runs down from the crest to back of the helm. The suit of plates makes him appear larger than he is, lending him an imposing presence.

—— p e r s o n a l i t y » Chu’ai is ambitious, eager to prove himself to his gods and his men. At the same time, he is moderately decadent, used to a more opulent lifestyle in the palaces of the Chonusu Empire. This is problematic, as his own interests sometimes rub shoulders with his greater aims of serving his pantheon. Ultimately, however, the lust for greater reward forces him off his seat and directs him to greater exploits whereas a more sedentary life would be more comfortable. Although he is self-interested, Chu’ai rewards loyalty; though this likely serves just to strengthen the allegiance of his subordinates to his cause.

—— h i s t o r y » Chu’ai is a Chonusu, an ethnic group of humans native to the continent of Omakshi. The land lies to the west of Ferreria, across the Aching Deep. The Chonusu are a bellicose race, having all but conquered Omakshi’s other civilizations in a series of bitter campaigns. The Chonusu Empire reveres the Old Gods of the world; unbeknownst to them, these are very same entities that were driven from Ferreria, though they may take on different forms and attributes in the eyes of their foreign subjects. The Chonusu are a superstitious lot, and conduct themselves according to traditions spanning back tens of centuries.

Chu’ai is a warrior of some renown, having many years of conquest under his thumb. His arrival in Ferreria is mere chance; a convulsive storm stirred the sea during an expedition, hurling his vessel off-course and across the Aching Deep. Chu’ai awoke from the wreckage of his ship on an unfamiliar shore, a large sum of his crew missing.

With little else to do, Chu’ai and his remaining men salvaged what he could and wander further inland. A chance encounter with a band of Old God-worshipping Risar revealed they had washed up on Ferreria, and their deities’ claim over the land had been contested by a pantheon they had never known of. Conversing in the Dark Tongue, the two parties decided to amalgamate and bring about the return of their gods to this continent.

—— l i k e s »
- The Old Gods
- The Free People of Ferreria (the Old-God worshipers, at least)
- The martial prowess of the Risar
- Conquest
- Fine samples of the opposite sex
- Indulging in luxurious goods

—— d i s l i k e s »
- The New Gods
- The Ferrerian Empire
- Insubordination
- Dwerog (being in the company of Risar has doubtlessly influenced his perceptions)

—— f l a w s »
- Xenophobic
- Mildly hedonistic
- Remorseless
- Vindictive
- Zealot
- Self-serving

SO UNCIVILIZED!

—— w e a p o n s »
- Xan; an ensorcelled sword that leeches unnatural, green flame when in combat and seems to have its own disposition
- A long-handled axe
- An elongated kite shield
- A crescent-shaped dagger
- A daemonic steed; a reward for past exploits

—— a b i l i t i e s » Chu’ai has experience leading men, coupled with a respectable knowledge of battlefield strategy. His skill at arms has been honed through many battles and he is an adept horseman. Chu’ai has a rudimentary understanding of magic and hopes to increase his proficiency as he earns greater favor from his gods.

BEHIND THE SCENES

—— p o s t c o l o r (s) » Green
—— t h e m e s o n g s » This will do.

Aristo

[TheWildHost]

BASIC INFO
—— n a m e » Rad'qet
—— n i c k n a m e s » Rad'qet the Crazed/Fanatic/Insane, The Librarian
—— g e n d e r » Male
—— a g e » Age is around 100-150
—— r a c e » No one is really sure, he came from across the sea around the time the Free People popped up and began rebelling
—— s e x u a l i t y » N/A Rad'qet has removed himself from basic, petty, worldly desires
—— f a c t i o n » The Old Gods
—— r e l i g i o n » The old
—— o c c u p a t i o n » Fanatical Old God worshiper
INNER SELF

—— a p p e a r a n c e » Hunched back, scarred body, covered by robes, face rarely seen but extremely ugly. Arms are long and gangly, as are his legs
—— p e r s o n a l i t y » Lives and wants to die for the Old gods, always seeking more power
—— h i s t o r y » Came from across the sea in seek of serving the Old gods. Joined up with Saugh Chu’ai "The Consecrated" and has been rampaging with the champion ever since. He has founded numerous temples, worship sites and has been trying to instill the old gods in any he meets.
—— l i k e s »
- The old gods
- knowledge
- Torturing/Interrogating Prisoners
—— d i s l i k e s »
- The young gods
- The weak
—— f l a w s »
-Compulsively prays
-Sometimes indulges in "cannibalism" (although he's not technically human, or has become so dis-formed that calling him human is a stretch)
-Suicidal like loyalty to the old gods
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SO UNCIVILIZED!

—— w e a p o n s »
-Ceremonial dagger
-Spellbook- Helps Rad'qet focus his knowledge and power, and also improves his spells

—— a b i l i t i e s » WHAT CAN YOU DO? MAGIC AND SKILLS GO HERE

-Plague wind; Gust of noxious wind, acts like mustard gas (although it dissipates fairly quickly and isn't incredibly strong)
-Bolt of Krield; A ball of shifting blue/pink fire that is about the size of a fist. Eats through flesh and metal

Spells/Abilities unfinished

BEHIND THE SCENES

—— p o s t c o l o r (s) » COLOR HERE
—— t h e m e s o n g s » https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08FrB5dgIqQ

TheWildHost

[Sublimation]

Almost done working with my character here. How big do you plan the group to be when you start?

[TheWildHost]

Uhh bump I guess

[Slamurai]

Is this still a go?