Arty Fox

The Ruins of Eysein (Fantasy/ Adventure Roleplay)

“Maybe some other time.” Narral replied, firmly gripping Adelaide’s hand and shaking it roughly. “Name’s Narral and I currently don’t have any copper to my name, I’d offer you a song but ol' nipples over there.” She released Adelaide’s hand to jab a thumb to the Satyr behind them. “is playing at the moment.”

It was an unspoken law between bards not to interrupt another during a performance and any bard who dared to break that law wasn’t even worth the dirt the stood on. She was about to continue talking to the elf when something large and heavy landed on her head. She froze, feeling talons dig slowly into her scalp. It was a bird, definitely a bird of some kind. What the hell was a bird doing in here? Who the hell had brought a bird in here!? Animals and birds hated her and she hated them in return. Apart from ravens because they’re cool.

“Get it off.” She murmured quietly. It was best not to disturb the vicious animal. Any loud noise could set it off.

Suddenly the door exploded allowing a shouty man to bumble in with money and the promise of free drinks, as well as a new door but Narral didn’t care about that. She would’ve cheered along with the others had whatever bird resting upon her skill not have dug its sharp talons deeper in.

“Get this damn bird off me.” She pleaded to Adelaide. “Kill it if you must just get the damn thing off!”

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Meow :3
I finally finished it, is there still room? We need a business woman in here ready to make impulsive decisions that could quite easily backfire horribly :D

Character sheet

Full Name: Davina Archibald Flynn
Alias: Miss Flynn
Race: Human
Age: 29
Description: Possessing an average build for her time Davina makes sure she looks at least somewhat respectable before leaving her home. Her Blonde hair most often tied up into a tight bun, the lashes of her brown eyes slightly accentuated with mascara and her olive cheeks ever so lightly dusted a rosy colour. To finish the look a subtly decorated dress that extends to her ankles as is respectable.
Colony/Pack: Lockhart

Colony/Pack Rank: Prospect

RBUC rank: Staffer

History: Born and raised in dreary old England Miss Flynn knows the ins and outs of almost every street corner in London, the few places she doesn't know can easily be counted as not worth knowing about. Don't though, that is an incredibly silly thing to do.

Growing up Davina had everything a child could ever had wanted; toys, clothes, servants and most importantly education. Davina was fascinated in the ways her parents were able to work their way into various enterprises with the Railways being their most successful investment plan secondly only to the purchase of several Sugar Plantations, and Davina was intent on making sure she also knew their trick and tips. After all her brother certainly didn’t deserve the business; always gallivanting off on his next adventure without a care in the world. Still, it was a shame to hear that a group of Vampires had finished him off.

Soon after her parents decided it was time to let her spread her wings a bit in the business world. Giving her some money they told her to make an investment and make it a great one. She had a vague idea of what she wanted; a way of exploiting an untapped resource and market. Things like coal were out of the question and the Automobile was already starting to receive a lot of attention. The supernatural groups however were another story. Very few business owners were willing to even walk down the same road as werewolves and vampires despite the latter’s already ingrained presence in the Government.

A month later, and a number of lifesaving lessons learned, Davina approached Sir David Lockhart of the Lockhart pack. Out of all the others the Lockhart pack had been her last choice due to their already respectfully successful Opium trade, she wouldn’t even think to touch the Feller Pack. But that was all they had to their name and Davina offered them more, more customers, more suppliers, more ships willing to transport goods, more contacts to call upon in times of need. But while Sir David was interested he was not quite convinced. Davina offered an extra investment.

The RBUC was not impressed when they learned of this investment and a large number of eyebrows were raised when Davina asked to join. They accepted, if only to keep the odd variable under their watch rather than out in the world.

Weapons: Her impeccably sharp wit. Oh, and a pistol just in case.

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hurray, I shall begin the construction of a character :3

The Ruins of Eysein (Fantasy/ Adventure Roleplay)

Narral kicked open the door to tavern in her polite way of declaring her presence. While few of those within did turn around in curiosity most simply sat minding their own business but the barkeep simply rolled his eyes with a smile peeking out under his beard. Narral liked this Tavern and always made sure to stop by often on her travels as it was friendly, cleaner than most places, warm and the barkeep was always full of useful tips and advice. She just wished his latest piece of advice from this morning hadn’t been right. Closing the door against the raging rain and wind outside Narral made her way towards the bar around the outside of the cluster of tables and chair leaving large puddles behind her.

“Pardon me Nipples.” She pushed past the Satyr leaving moist hand print on his chest.

“I told you you wouldn’t make it.” The barkeep said as Narral drew near. “I said the storm would be here before you were halfway to the next town.”
“Shut up Ted.” She plonked herself onto one of the chairs before taking a handful of her hair and wringing it over the bar. She smiled triumphantly up at Ted.

To Hunt, or Be Hunted.[Always Open]

ooh this looks fun, any more room? :3

The Ruins of Eysein (Fantasy/ Adventure Roleplay)

Everyone want to be a pokemon ranger XD

The Ruins of Eysein (Fantasy/ Adventure Roleplay)

Updated Narrals skills.

The Ruins of Eysein (Fantasy/ Adventure Roleplay)

Sounds good, should I update Narrals skills at all?

The Ruins of Eysein (Fantasy/ Adventure Roleplay)

Narral Bat

Name: Narral Bat
Race: Halfling
Class: Bard
Appearance:

Age: 25
Height: 3’11”
Weight: 79 lbs
Skills:
Streetwise, there's a code y'see between those stuck on the streets and its a damn good code. You'll never figure it out.
Map reading, it always pays to have someone who knows where they're going.
Cooking, if you value your taste buds do not eat the food she makes. It will keep you alive but would death be better?
Knowledge of history, and who said reading books was bad for you?
Song (let’s go with two shall we?):
Aggressive Melody, nothing like a good song to make you want to punch through a person’s face.
Song of Healing, a calming song that can make those nearby feel a bit better after a long day of punching others through the face.
Deity: Eris, Goddess of Tranquillity

Armor: Leather, because only a silly person would wear anything else when wandering around.
Weapon: Spiked gauntlets on both hands because it feels damn good to feel you enemies jaw shatter.
Shield: None
Additional Gear:
A small harp, granted it was built for a human so it’s a little bit big for her but it’s still a small harp. It’s a family heirloom actually buts it’s been broken and mended so many times that only the little wooden leaf at its tip is from the original. Her mother would always say it was a gift from Eris but it’s highly doubtful, Narral still likes to think so anyway.
A backpack store any things she has.

History: Meadowmill is a little village that Narral used to call home, Windmills scattered across the rolling plains grinding up the locally grown grain into flour ready to be transported across the mainland. How boring, it was only in the few books that Narral could find that she found excitement and adventure. Tales of grandeur and quests given by the gods, and a little Island locked away in darkness.
The little island appeared in many books but rarely ever named in more recent ones, the name Tocor was jinxed apparently, and soon it began to pick and toy at Narral’s curiosity till one day with that little harp she played so well in hand she told her family of her plan to go to the island. They didn’t agree of course and one thing led to another and Narral said some things she really shouldn’t have before quickly running off. About a year later, and wiser, Narral’s still on the road playing for her next meal and bed but isn’t as keen to get to the Island as she had been. She still wants to of course but after running off the idea isn’t quite as desirable as it had been before.
Social Class: What a filthy peasant
Job: Traveling bard for obvious reasons.
Family: A mother, father as well as an older sister and younger brother. All of them are boring old sods though living happily away in their boring old village. Maybe one day she’ll visit them and say sorry, not likely though.

Personality: In all honesty she’s a bit of a dick when you first meet her, her rather rude and brash personality being one of her many number of flaws. Lack of direction her life being another one coupled with that horrible eavesdropping habit a group of adventurers might suddenly find themselves with an uninvited guest. But despite her rather rough exterior Narral is actually quite nice and enjoys the little things like yummy food and playing her harp.
Distinguishing Features: That white streak in her hair.
Miscellaneous: Animals hate her and she thinks that they’re all evil. Apart from ravens because they’re cool.

The Ruins of Eysein (Fantasy/ Adventure Roleplay)

This looks so cool :3

Quick question, where does one put the bard powers on the character sheet?