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Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@Crimson Paladin Oh hey, that unarmoured picture is from Neverwinter Nights.

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Yep. I love that game.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Here's the completed profile. Assuming, of course, I don't make any further changes:

Fleuri Jodeau

Name: Fleuri Jodeau

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Unarmored

Fleuri stands 5'10" without his armor

Armored

Credit to Max Yenin. Source here

Personality:

The Jodeau family is known for its devotion to Reon, and originally, Fleuri was no exception. Tutored by priestesses and paladins, he was brought up to be honorable, selfless, and devoted. During his time as a tournament competitor, he cast many of these values off, becoming proud, materialistic and glory-seeking, desiring above all else to obtain the fame and wealth that his family no longer possessed. After being humbled by his near-death experience, he has returned to his old ways as a faithful worshiper of the sun goddess. He still craves the thrill of tournament combat, and would not be above participating to aid the church again, but for now, he has more important duties. Unlike some of his contemporaries, he supports the Iron Rose Knights' method of choosing the captain, for in his eyes, it is the will of Mayon.

Those who have met him can attest that Fleuri is a man of action. He is hot-blooded and quick to act or speak, but is not as foolish or impulsive as some believe- his experience fighting in tournaments taught him the importance of quick thinking and decisive action when windows of opportunity appear. When he speaks, he never makes claims he cannot back up with his actions and never makes promises that he does not believe he can keep.

Brief Backstory:

Fleuri Jodeau was born to a minor noble family in northern Thaln known for its with strong ties to the Church of Reon, and for having given up most of its wealth and land a century ago when it ended serfdom in its holdings to please the goddess. While his family had little in terms of wealth or holdings, the clergy provided that which his family could not. Consequently, Fleuri received an education from Reonite priestesses and was trained in knightly combat by Reonite paladins. When he was knighted, shortly after the end of Phoran Cal's rebellion, he set out into the world to serve as a knight-errant, spreading the word of Reon.

During his travels, he began entering the tournaments in the lands he passed through, where, with many of Thaln's knights dead or disgraced as a result of the war, there was a shortage of contenders. Utilizing the training he had received from the Reonite paladins, Fleuri proved himself a capable tournament fighter, and as time went on, he became increasingly successful on the tourney grounds. At the same time however, he began to drift from his original purpose and turned his mind to fame and wealth. He stopped aiding those he passed, and began planning his journeys solely for the purpose of competing in tournaments.

While traveling to one such competition, he fell deathly ill from a fever and sought aid from the Church. As he laid there, tended to by the priestesses, all he could think about was how he had fallen from his path, more concerned with gold and glory than helping others, and now faced the prospect of dying before he could make amends and correct his mistakes. When he recovered, he attributed it to the will of the goddesses and rededicated himself to fighting evil and aiding the innocent. Fleuri may not have died, but he was reborn.

During the next tournament, he fought harder than he ever had before, and when the dust settled, he was the last man standing in the infantry melee. Hailed as a champion, and standing on the precipice of fame and glory, he proved himself a changed man when he donated the prize to the church and soon afterward petitioned to join the Iron Rose Knights. Since ending his tournament career, Fleuri has served the order faithfully.

Equipment: Fleuri wears a suit of armor he acquired during his tournament career, and bears his family's colors and heraldry. He wields a Zweihänder and carries a dagger as a secondary weapon.

Skills: Fleuri has been trained in the use of a variety of knightly weapons, but he is most experienced and proficient in the wielding of greatswords. He employs an aggressive and surprisingly fast-paced fighting style not atypical for devotees of Reon, moving and attacking far more swiftly than his armor and heavy weapon would suggest. Off the battlefield, his adept footwork makes him a decent dancer.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Well, here's my incomplete character submission draft. I still have to actually decide on an image for what he'll look like under his armor.

Fleuri Jodeau

Name: Fleuri Jodeau

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Armored

Credit to Max Yenin. Source here

Personality:

The Jodeau family is known for its devotion to Reon, and originally, Fleuri was no exception. Tutored by priestesses and paladins, he was brought up to be honorable, selfless, and devoted. During his time as a tournament competitor, he cast many of these values off, becoming proud, materialistic and glory-seeking, desiring above all else to obtain the fame and wealth that his family no longer possessed. After being humbled by his near-death experience, he has returned to his old ways as a faithful worshiper of the sun goddess. Unlike some of his contemporaries, he supports the Iron Rose Knights' method of choosing the captain, for in his eyes, it is the will of Mayon.

Those who have met him can attest that Fleuri is a man of action, not of words. Nonetheless, he is hot-blooded and quick to act or speak, but is not as foolish or impulsive as some believe- his experience fighting in tournaments taught him the importance of quick thinking and decisive action when opportunity appears. When he does speak, he never makes claims he cannot back up with action and never makes promises that he does not believe he can keep.

Brief Backstory:

Fleuri Jodeau was born to a minor noble family in northern Thaln known for its with strong ties to the Church of Reon, and for having given up most of its wealth and land a century ago when it ended serfdom in its holdings to please the goddess. While his family had little in terms of wealth or holdings- having freed its serfs and given up its land a to please Reon a century ago- the clergy provided that which his family could not. Consequently, Fleuri received an education from Reonite priestesses and was trained in knightly combat by Reonite paladins. When he was knighted, shortly after the end of Phoran Cal's rebellion, he set out into the world to serve as a knight-errant, spreading the word of Reon.

During his travels, he began entering the tournaments in the lands he passed through, where, with many of Thaln's knights dead or disgraced as a result of the war, there was a shortage of contenders. Utilizing the training he had received from the Reonite paladins, Fleuri proved himself a capable tournament fighter, and as time went on, he became increasingly successful on the tourney grounds. At the same time however, he began to drift from his original purpose and turned his mind to fame and wealth. He stopped aiding those he passed, and began planning his journeys solely for the purpose of competing in tournaments.

While traveling to one such competition, he fell deathly ill from a fever and sought aid from the Church. As he laid there, tended to by the priestesses, all he could think about was how he had fallen from his path, more concerned with gold and glory than helping others, and now faced the prospect of dying before he could make amends and correct his mistakes. When he recovered, he attributed it to the will of the goddesses and rededicated himself to fighting evil and aiding the innocent. Fleuri may not have died, but he was reborn.

During the next tournament, he fought harder than he ever had before, and when the dust settled, he was the last man standing in the infantry melee. Hailed as a champion, and standing on the precipice of fame and glory, he proved himself a changed man when he gave away the prize and soon afterward petitioned to join the Iron Rose Knights. Since then, Fleuri has served the order faithfully.

Equipment: Fleuri wears a suit of armor he acquired during his tournament career, and bears his family's colors and heraldry. He wields a Zweihänder and carries a dagger as a secondary weapon.

Skills: Fleuri has been trained in the use of a variety of knightly weapons, but he is most experienced and proficient in the wielding of greatswords. He employs an aggressive and surprisingly fast-paced fighting style not atypical for devotees of Reon, moving and attacking far more swiftly than his armor and heavy weapon would suggest.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Inquisitor Carver - Kingsport Lighthouse

Inquisitor Carver listened carefully to Brother Quaid's response, weighing every word.

“My congregation suffers from a constant lack of supplies, a problem we must address ourselves and solve to our own satisfaction. “ Quaid broke eye contact with the Inquisitor for a moment, “Though it is not a major issue and certainly not one the High Confessor need concern himself with.”

A potentially suspicious answer, one bearing further investigation...

“Our main issue is the one of our defense, the Commonwealth is a violent place, unlike the Capital Wasteland it has not been swept clean of its raider clans and mutant dens. We must defend ourselves.” Quaid nodded as if to himself, “And it is for this reason that we have sometimes taken to arms against the unbelievers. Faith alone cannot protect you here, you must have firepower.” Quaid spoke while now looking Carver straight in the eyes.

He's not wrong, the Inquisitor mused as he briefly thought of the Island, and the myriad dangers that he served to protect his brothers and sisters from.

“As far as our relationship with the locals I can say it is strained at best, they may not look it, but every settler in the region is a raider when food gets scarce. Our retaliation against them is no doubt the source of these rumors. They have suffered Atom’s justice and though complain that the judgement was unfair or too harsh.” Quaid continued, leaning forward.

“Who are they to judge our God? And our vengeance?” Quaid asked.

Carver paused for a few moments, considering his words. Again, a sentiment that isn't wholly untrue. Raiders were, after all, merely simply confused people trying to survive, and even seemingly normal settlers can do terrible things when confused or angered. The Inquisitor had witnessed this firsthand, and could vividly remember the turmoil that gripped his congregation when Brother Andrews was murdered by the settlers of Far Harbor.

"I assure you, brother," he began, "We are all too familiar with such things. Fear and desperation has a way of pushing even normal men and women into doing terrible things, and we must always be vigilant lest we become their prey." He paused for a second, then stood up. "I thank you, brother, for enlightening me of the challenges your congregation faces. This is all I require from you at this moment."

He stepped out of the lighthouse and turned his gaze towards the crater to the north, where many of the congregation resided, including Abraham. It would be a good location to continue his investigation. While Carver had some suspicions about Brother Quaid, he could not jump to conclusions- it was his duty to investigate this matter thoroughly, all while concealing his own thoughts of the matter behind a physical mask of cloth and metal and a mental mask of detached professionalism.

On the other hand, Abraham's presence presented a unique opportunity. If Carver approached him as a brother and associate and not as an Inquisitor, he could perhaps learn more than approaching him as a cold authority figure. Additionally, Carver wasn't perfect- this duty could be spiritually taxing, and simply speaking to a brother as a fellow child of Atom could prove a welcome relief.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

I'll get to posting either Friday or Saturday.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@VitaVitaAR
Okay. I'm working on a CS proposal, but how would you suggest I bring a new knight into the RP?

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Would it be possible to join? It looks like the RP may have slowed a bit, but it looks intriguing regardless.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Inquisitor Carver

“Not at all Inquisitor Carver,” the seated man replied, “Brother Abraham here was just leaving.”

I was right, that is Brother Abraham. I should speak to him later, mused the Inquisitor as he stepped through the threshold, ducking as to ensure the pipe on his cowl did not hit the door frame.

“Till we see each other again,” Abraham said as he departed.

“Now tell me, why has an Inquisitor such as yourself come all this way to my humble little congregation?” asked the seated man, evidently the congregation leader.

"The High Confessor has become privy to disturbing rumors that have reached the island," Carver began. "Rumors, specifically, of unprovoked attacks by Children of Atom on nonbelievers in the Commonwealth. Because, to our knowledge, this is the only congregation in the Commonwealth for whom nonbelievers are within its reach, we have determined that this is these rumors most likely pertain to your flock. As these allegations are both serious and potentially damaging to the Faith, he has seen fit to send me to investigate these rumors, determine the truth of the matter, and take measures to correct erroneous doctrine."

The Inquisitor found a chair and sat down as best he could with his bulky armor. "To begin this investigation, brother, I must ask you a few questions. First, how does your congregation fare, and what challenges do your flock face?"

I know little of the local matters, and with allegations such as these, proper context is key.

"Second, what is your congregation's relationship with the local nonbelievers, excluding raider gangs and mercenaries with whom peaceful coexistence is impossible?"

This question was partially to gain more context from the congregation's perspective- an essential part of seeking the truth in these matters- and partially to gauge the man's answer. As distasteful as it was, it was an Inquisitor's duty to anticipate the potential for lying and deceit even among their brothers and sisters.

"Lastly, brother, what do you say to these allegations? Have you seen any truth to the rumors that your congregation has been attacking nonbelievers? And if so, why?"

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Inquisitor Carver - Kingsport Lighthouse

Step by step, Carver treaded the road towards the lighthouse where the he believed the Children of Atom may be residing. He made his way up the right fork in the road, which circled around and up the hill that the lighthouse was situated upon, and with it. As he came to the top of the slope, he beheld several figures ahead, wearing the ragged robes characteristic of the Children of Atom. This was the place.

One of the idle Children of Atom noticed the new arrival and cautiously approached Carver, Gamma Gun drawn. After examining the markings on the Inquisitor's armor, the man smiled and put his weapon away.

"Welcome to our humble congregation, Brother." the Child of Atom greeted Carver, throwing his arms out in welcome. "From which flock do you hail?"

"From Atom's holy island to the North, from High Confessor Tektus' congregation," Carver answered, briefly smiling underneath his mask as he holstered his rifle. "I am Inquisitor Carver, here on Tektus' authority. Might I come inside?"

"Of course, Inquisitor, follow me," the man replied, ushering Carver into the lighthouse. "So, brother, if I may ask, what brings one of your standing out here?"

"All in due time, brother," the Inquisitor replied, wishing to evade the subject for the time being. "Suffice to say, it is a sensitive matter that has drawn the attention of the High Confessor."

Carver was led to the lighthouse, where his escort opened the door "Brother Quaid, we have a guest from another congregation. An Inquisitor from the north."

The interior of the lighthouse was dimly lit, although the light shining from the open door betrayed a sight of sordid squalor. Empty food wrappers and animal bones littered the floor- from this, he could infer that this congregation did not appear wanting for food, and clearly had few standards of tidiness. There were three of the flock inside- two standing up and facing the door, and one sitting in a chair. The one in a chair, though shrouded in darkness, appeared to be a rough-looking fellow, not young nor elderly. Of the two standing, one was a dark-haired woman, the other was a familiar-looking black-haired bearded man, with streaks of gray in his hair.

Wait...he looks familiar. Is that Brother Abraham? The man was definitely older-looking in the years since they had met, but there was no mistaking him. He was about to greet Abraham but thought better of it; his duties must come first.

"I trust I'm not interrupting anything important," he stated, regaining his composure beneath his mask. "I am Inquisitor Carver, here on the authority of High Confessor Tektus. I must speak to those in charge of this congregation."

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Inquisitor Carver - Salem

"The Children of Atom?", Mary said. "I've heard tell of them. The tenets of thier Faith are certainly novel, to say the least. They don't seem to be very friendly, haven't heard a kind word about them since I got to the Commonwealth. They seem to keep to themselves, though....if you steer clear of the places they like they don't go out of their way to vex you none."

It's true then, the local faithful have been on bad terms with the locals. At the same time, it was a relief, however, to hear that they were at least keeping to themselves, rather than raiding or harassing wastelanders.

In response for his query for directions, the woman pointed down the road south, towards a large brick structure. "they don't come in to town that I've seen, as far as gettin' past them jes' follow the road there. The road forks just outside of town, stay right or you'll walk right into them. Follow the road 'til you get to the old Witchcraft Museum there....it's the big brick building down there. Speaking of that, it's safe enough to walk by, but it's not the safest place for prospectin', even in daylight, if you get my drift. The road branches just beyond that, keep going South and you'll get to the Cannery. East of the road is pretty much the Children's...west of it isn't any better, though....Raiders and Gunners, I hear."

Then east is where I must go, Carver decided. "Thank you for the directions. Have a pleasant day, ma'am," he said, nodding to the woman before heading back town to the boat, where Giraud was busy tying the boat to the pier.

"I've gotten what I need, Giraud," the Inquisitor said, helping the older man off the boat. "This is where we part ways."

"Well, then, have fun parenting the children," Giraud laughed. "If you need me, I'll be here, patching ol' Lisette up. Seems she sprung another leak. Can't find me here, try whatever passes for a bar in this town."

With that, there was no more reason to stay in town. Carver made his way down the path out of town that Mary had pointed out, bag in tow, eventually coming to the large brick building outside of Salem. It looks as good as any place to change, he thought to himself as he sat down, out of sight of the town and opened his bag.

The bag contained several items- his cowl and armor, a Radium Rifle and a few magazines of.45 ammunition, a single Nuka-Grenade, some survival tools, a bottle of irradiated water from Atom's spring, and a few scraps of cooked Mirelurk meat. He could hear the sound of a weapon firing and a commotion, but it no longer concerned him what went on in the town. Ian strapped his armor pieces to the wetsuit, then locked a magazine into his rifle, and finally fitted the cowl over his head. As he looked through the eyepieces of the mask, he steeled himself for whatever may lie ahead. Ian was gone, and in his place was Inquisitor Carver.

The Inquisitor rose to his feet, clutched his weapon, and headed south along the road. Despite Mary's assurances that this stretch of road was safe, he kept his eyes open, scanning his surroundings for possible danger. Fortunately, no threats presented themselves, and Carver successfully made his way to the fork in the road without incident.

To the east, where he was warned the Children of Atom resided, he could see a lighthouse in the distance. Yes, that seems the sort of place that Atom's faithful would reside, he reasoned as he looked at the picturesque structure. Without hesitation he turned east, towards where the Children of Atom resided. Their erroneous course would be corrected, one way or another. He only hoped that it would not require spilling the blood of his brothers and sisters.