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No problem. Pics I unfortunately rarely can find. I do hope to try and learn how to draw the style at somepoint.
Is it ok?

I'll sort mine out soon. I may make a new character altogether.

Do you have any more details you can provide us with? just wish to make sure my character fits.
Ah righto. I think I can easily bring Arther forward for it.
okey doke. so did the us take over the world? or did they just have a large influence on the world? also what year is it?

I made the characters Arther and Oswald Krate. Arther being made for an rp that was set in the 80s+, and Oswald was made for the western era during the late 1800s.
I've wanted to join a jojo rp on here for a while. I've already designed a couple of characters so far. Also curious by the way, how open are you to characters from abroad? Also i'll need to work on a few more things depending on some details.
"Sounds like an interesting group of characters. And even a Drow you say...? Tell me, do they have that Majestic Beauty that I've heard about from Elves? Think I would have a shot with her?" Fullar asked seemingly serious. Rudolph's eyes widened in surprise at his old friends comment. "You gotta set me up man, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Especially in the Empire. he continued. Rudolph exhaled unsure on what to say. Is he really serious? he thought. "You don't seem too phased by it though. Thought you hated Drow like everyone else around here?"

Rudolph sighed, "I don't know what to say mate." he began, thinking back about what happened, "I suppose I only hated them because I were brought up with it." he shrugged, "I realised that I don't really have much of a reason, so whats the point eh?" he continued.

After a moments pause. "You know it has been a while. I got a good vintage stashed at the barracks, we should sit and share the bottle, pass around some stories, how's that sound?" Fullar said as they made their way. "Sounds like a plan mate." nodded Rudolph as they just about walked in the door.

"Evening Sergeants." the voice was that of Captain Helt, given how he looks and sounds, he could be seen as a stereotypical politician of this time.
"Captain." Rudolph greeted in turn. There was some tension in the air as per usual, Captain Helt often exuded it as though it were an aura.

Helt sat at one of the tables reading a report and occasionally sipping some of his ale. He took a glance at the two men as they made their way across the canteen.
"I hear Captain Fenne died during one of the attacks this morning." Helt said pretending to read his report papers. "Aye sir, he'd been one of the casualties from one of the bombardments." replied Rudolph as he stopped by the stairs to the troop personal quarters. "And you didn't think to give word to one of the other Captains?" he asked with a somewhat condescending tone that he normally had. "I was busy trying to maintain the defences as we were under attack. We needed everyone we had at the time." Rudolph replied.

"Indeed. I shall make a note of this insolence Sergeant. Make sure you make the right decision next time." followed Helt before he took another drink of his ale. Rudolph clenched his fists trying to keep his anger in check, Arrogant Prick he thought to himself as he then began ascending the stairs.

The rest of the evening was reasonably relaxed compared to the rest of the day. The two men brought up old stories, and caught up with eachothers more recent news. The rest of the troop were slowly returning to the barracks themselves, some were more drunk than others. It wasn't till the early hours when Rudolph went to sleep, and it was a long needed one.
"Still going around playing the perfect soldier I see." Rudolph heard a voice behind him as he walked. That voice, i've not heard that one in a while he thought to himself before turning to face the man that spoke.
It was Fullar. "Glad to see you haven't changed." he continued as he began to make his way over to him. Rudolph's expression didn't change from his usual moody exterior, at first. "Fullar you bastard!" he replied with a slight chuckle and something of a smile beginning to creep up.

"Heard you had a little excitement today. My unit just arrived before nightfall, so we will be joining the defences in the morning. How many did you end up taking out? I want to know how much of a handicap I'll have to deal with you out there." he continued as the two men clasped eachothers arms in greeting.
"Aye. Its been a day. I'd only arrived during the morning myself." he replied. And i'd say about eight or so goblins. You know I was always crap with a rifle." he said waving it off.

Fullar rolled his eyes at the comment. "Also I heard you got to ride with the Prince. Is he a snobby Noble like the rest? Or is there actually something different about him? Don't keep me out of the loop man." said Fullar as they began to walk. "Well whats there to say. Hes a good man i'll admit that. Bit of a dreamer though, seems to think he can bring all the races together and all that nonsense." replied Rudolph chuckling at the idea.

"Hes got an odd bunch with him too. Theres his right hand man called Balthazar. A quiet bloke, but an eerie one at that." Rudolph wracked his mind for the rest, "You've also got the kid called Acrius, whos more of a brawler than a soldier. Theres the big beastman called Manald, you'll know him when you see him. Apparently a lycan, so thats fun." he continued, as he thought on. "Theres Merik the lizardman, hes an alright lad if a bit simple. And then theres Faira and Zatana. Can't really say much about Faira, i've not really seen her that often. But shes always there when you need her." he paused for a moment before he continued, "And then theres Zatana, the Drow. I don't know much about her, but the Prince seems to trust her." he finished with a sigh, wondering about Fullar's opinion. Rudolph never really knew Fullars stance on the Drow, mainly since the subject never came up.

"And of ten, how many reached the gate by failing of your men on this battlement? My accuracy with the bow is nothing compared to my knives. It was a logical step, and I am... half."
said Zatana. She seemed to be in a defensive mood, likely due to her identity being revealed Rudolph considered. He retracted his hand, "Hmph...Shes fine." he said as he left the wall and the retinue to themselves. As he left, he saw the Prince making his way over in a hurry. Rudolph kept to himself as he walked away, thinking about the situation. All this time, he had a drow at his side. Shes proven her skill and tenacity though. he thought to himself. He passed by a few soldiers who were resting and gossiping. Rudolph felt their eyes on him for a brief moment, but ignored them. One of them then asked Rudolph, "Sir? What do yo...", "What do I think? The Prince seems to trust her, so then I will too. Plus I think she proved herself today well enough. If you or anyone else has an issue with a Dark Elf in our midst, then you can go talk to the Prince himself!" he replied with slight irritation in his voice before walking off toward the barracks.

Some time later on, he aquired the orders given by the Prince to keep an eye on the western gate for any more greenskin assaults. There was at least two more, but they were nothing more than minor skirmishes.
Merik found his fun in them, but Rudolph only fired off about two shots from his rifle, but was generally bored. Most of the time he sat down on a box as the goblins came, they barely made any progress at all. The gate was eventually repaired to the best of their ability at the time, and it would have to do.
Rudolph stretched and let out a big yawn just as his shift replacement came to relive him. Giving a simple nod, he put down his rifle, and made his way back to the barracks again. Thats it for me tonight. he thought feeling his fatigue creeping up.
The defenders appeared to be in good spirits, and some citizens were even allowed to go back home, even if it were for a short time. The taverns were open again, and most of their patrons appeared to be soldiers, somewhat getting ahead of themselves from the minor victories that were achieved today.

As he walked through the quieter part of the city, he heard a brief cry coming from one of the more narrow roads. At first he thought it to be nothing more than run off from the taverns back down the road, but then the cry came again. He then checked around the corner to see what the issue was, and saw three soldiers with a girl. One of the soldiers he recognised, but didn't know the name.
The girl tried to get away from them toward the end of the street Rudolph was at, but they easily caught her, and she let out a loud shriek, which would be cut short by the one he recognised, as he punched her directly in the mouth.

Rudolph's anger soared at the sight, and with balled fists he stormed at them, throwing one fist at the man who had a grip on the girl, directly in the face, his nose breaking underneath. He went down immediatley. The group were completely caught off guard, and by the time they realised what had happened, Rudolph had struck the next with a gut punch followed with throwing the man into a wall.
The girl recovered herself quickly and ran from the fighting men to hopeful safety, passing a two man patrol as she did. The patrol were surprised by this and soon saw the scuffle opposite.

The third being the one he knew had hesitated, it seemed that he knew who he was up against. Rudolph took a step toward the man and said "Seems like Acrius was a bit soft on ya before. I'd break your bloody neck if it were up to me!" he said just before the man turned and tried to run, but he was cornered by the patrol whos spears were at the ready.
"Whats the meaning of this?!" one of the guards demanded, "This bastard and the other two shits on the floor were assaulting a girl!" Rudolph replied as he slowly tried to calm himself.

"State your rank." asked the guard, "I'm Sergeant Kestrell." The guards were hesitant for a moment before they decided on what to do. One eventually left to go and inform their superior, whilst the other stayed to monitor the situation.

After about an hour, it was sorted. The three men were arrested, and the girl helped explain the what happened. Soon afterwards, Rudolph finally continued on his way back to the barracks.

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As both the Prince and Balthazar went over the plan with their associates, the Duke observed the two standing before them. Faira, a rather large woman indeed. The Prince truely keeps interesting company. he pondered briefly before turning his attention toward Zatana. A Drow, how intriguing. To find any of her kind in this city, is indeed bizarre. Despite what the people might say however, she is a welcome help all the same. he thought before eventually paying attention to the conversation at hand.

Balthazar gave the two some pieces of parchment, which slowly but surely rose and came to life. The Duke wasn't sure on how to feel about it, but for the most part, it was a surprise. "My word Sir Balthazar. That is quite the trick." he said as he watched the curious familiar held by Zatana. "It has been quite some time since I had last seen magic in action. It has always been rather fascinating." he said with genuine interest.

"And yes, do please be careful out there." he nodded. "We have the makings of a plan. And your findings shall hopefully provide us with a clearer picture of the situation. Our reports tell us that the enemy numbers are supposedly around a thousand or so. But given how unperturbed they seemed to be with using up their troops in such costly actions, it would be fair to assume that they number beyond what we had innitially assumed." he continued.

"We're not to enter their tunnels, but what of any stragglers, or enemy scouts?" spoke Faira.
"Do what you must." he replied simply.
With a sigh, "I pray that Sir Siegfried and his cavalry will be enough to help us in these upcoming trials."
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