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A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@PaulHaynek Alright changed class.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@PaulHaynek No Lord has ever used magic, just swords. So Noble works, I can change it.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@PaulHaynek I went with Lord as the Class changes with almost every game. I figured Lord fit best as he is a prince.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@Polaris North

Glad to the royal family isn't completely forgotten.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@cloudystar @Lady Athena @Delta44 @Polaris North Thanks for the welcome!

@PaulHaynek Also my CS is up if you wish to take a look.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

Mayhew Theodonis

Appearance:


Name: Mayhew Theodonis

Sex: Male

Class: Noble

Special Abilities:
Clear Mind (Passive) - Increase Special Abilities slot by one but reduce Equipment slot by one. Does not occupy a slot.

Summon (Active) - Call for an ally from the unknown. Exclusive to Tome users. Once per battle.

Blessed (Passive) - All weapons are effective against undead.

Wyrmsbane (Passive) - All weapons are effective against dragons/wyverns.

Equipment:
Steel Sword (While strangely ornate the hilt is covered in a thick white cloth to obscure it.)

Vulnerary

History: Theodonis, a name once remembered by many and now nearly forgotten by all. For it is the name of the royal family that ruled Razelia, yet long have they been deposed and hidden from bandits of Varjo. Few believe any of remnant of them remains, but there is one the last prince practicing lost magic studying and working tirelessly. He does not plot to see his lands restored or his family on the throne, he plans revenge and death to visit upon the Joshua Caldeyron and his sister Leyanne Caldeyron. He will see barbarians who rule the lands tossed out, magic returned to the people.

He will do this then he will instate a council and be gone, for he was not raised to be king or even to lead men. Mayhew was born to a coward king and dying queen in hut far from there palace home, he abandon his drunkard father at age ten. Setting out to find a way to tap into his native gift for magic and his love of sword play, it was there he met a traveling tactician. While he learned how position troops and the tricks enemies may use, his focus was always on personal power. His sword, the only thing of worth they had taken from the castle was the kingdom's holy blade, his magic seemed to strike true and deadly against his foes as if it carried his rage.

As he grew under the tactician's tutelage he soon matched his master and combat, then left him to travel on his own. Roaming along the borders of Varjo he gain the moniker 'The protector' as he defended villages from bandits cutting down brigands and challenging the kingdom Varjo to do better. His reputation precedes him as many clamor to hire such talent, while those Varjo know the bounty on his head is high and they need not take him alive.

With recent developments the mercenary has traveled to meet with the dwarves, believing them to be the key to seeing heads roll in Varjo. Arriving to late, he know searches for a way to escape the ensuring violence before it boils over and the last spark of Razelia dies with him.

Personality:

Crit quotes

"Exhibit no restraint."

"In case of doubt... ATTACK!"

"Drop and burn'em."

"Sometimes, you just have to roll a hard six... Or cheat."

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Paladin had been up all night, he'd spent hours running models and testing data, searching through reports... Nothing. He couldn't conform his plan to save Ariin or if Ariin even still existed, the most he knew was that hardline links normally killed the pilots and fried Framewerk when they were tested. Yet this had not happened, Paladin knew all of his specs well all of what his systems could access but... Perhaps there was more inside this frame than the others? It was developed on Mars and not under Lorenzo, perhaps there was another reason why this happened.

Rubbing his eyes, he changed into his plug suit and pulled Ariin's jacket on on putting the hood up before slowly stepping out into the hall. The former framewerk walked along until he reached the docks, spotting two of the squad members at the end of the hall. He stopped looking at them curious as to why they were here, his robotic eye moving in an out of focus before resting on the backpack. "You are pilots, Jake and Mai? Are you here to test your frames?" He asked as the tech sent an order out from his robotic eye to the techs, who began to move Paladin to the end of the catwalk opening the cockpit.

"If you are here because of concern for me, there is none. Ariin and I were doomed from the start, much as it pains me to admit it." He said starting to move past, yet yet shorter boy could not move past the two so he sighed and leaned back on the railing. "Ariin is sentenced to fight until death or victory, after which he will put in prison. I will used as a model for cheaper lesser models based off of my combat data and performance review." He stopped a moment. "But the mission dictates victory... I need my pilot, and he needs to control my frame." He spoke like the machine he was, yet pangs of emotion crept into his words.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

@PaulHaynek I was wondering if you were still looking for Roleplayers?

Star Wars: Enclaves

@DirtyDingo Not my best work but Tan doesn't really have anything going on at the moment, so a short should do for him.

Star Wars: Enclaves

Tan had escaped the confines of his office for now, sneaking off to the one of the empty docking platforms having it closed for maintenance. The young sentinel hummed to himself as he began to practice forms, he had little time to properly review his knowledge of saber combat in months, not to mention it was how he relaxed and found peace through remembering his masters lessons and what he learned on his path to becoming a skilled duelist.

He started simple, a review of Shii'cho, next moving Niman and then Juyo, his least used form wanting to keep it fresh and under control in his mind. The Jedi kept at until he remembered the meeting, so with grace of a dancer he put away his sabers and tugged his robes back on before he trundled back down through the halls to fetch his data pad for the meeting. He wondered if they were finally to discuss his endless pestering for a Padawan today, if he could hold a seat on this council he also had the right to train a Padawan.