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Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

@Arthanus Fair enough. Thank you and I'm looking forward to to this.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Sorry to just pop in but it takes me forever to write a character sheet if you need me to change anything just ask.@Arthanus

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Name: Stefano Di Lucca XII
Gender: Male
Age:24
Appearance: (sorry couldn't settle on a picture will post once I find a good one)
Thin of frame and short of stature measuring 5' 7" and 138 pounds. When possible he keeps his mousey brown hair styled. He wears light and flamboyant noble cloths with colored purple and green, his house colours, and a gaudy artist's beret.
Bio: Stefano was born as the youngest of 7 sons into the storied and illustrious Lucca family. With six older brothers, dozens of nephews, uncles, cousins, and scheming finalcial advisors Stefano was denyied a live of power as head of his house. Whitch as family tradition dictates was always passed to the oldest male in the family. His disinterest in politics and quick boredom with noble intrique also furthered his supposed uselessness to the family and for his whole life he was given an allowance larger than most peasances see in their live and was more or less expected and told to stay out of the adults way until he could be married off in some political scheme.

As a result he was left with more wealth and spare time then he knew what to do with and engedged in various hobbies. As a boy he read the journals and histories of his families founder who he was named after, Stefano I. He attended concerts and art galleries. He learned to paint and play the lyre, and lute and would sneak out of his country mansion to play in the locale village square.

When history and art grew boring he spent his preeteen year's in the company of animals, learning to ride horses, train falcons (like Stefano I), and breed and hunt with dogs.

When the animals kingdom lost it's appeal he sought pleasure in being a patron of science. He donated to Dwarven clocksmiths and watch makers, and innovators of gunpowder and fireworks, who made him a customed rifle and pistol set and taught him to shoot.

Around his 14 hear Stefano found pleasure in the rush of gambling both in intricate high stake games in gilded casinos or in a simple game of dice in a dirty alleyway.

At 19 he found enterainment in blood sport such as cock fights and bare knuckle bar brawls (a few he took part in). He had his own box seat reserved for him in the Pit and won a horses weight in gold when he bet against the 1000:1 odds of Silas Rose outmatching The Reaper.

Stefano's decedent lifestyle infuriated his family as they they spent countless coin on containing word of his free time from potiential suitors. The stray that broken the camels back was when they discovered that once a month he and a few friends would saddle their horses and engaged in dangerous beast hunts near the shadowlands borders.

Stefano was stripped of his title and cut off financially from the family. Taking his favorite possessions from his old life Stefano is now thrust in a world he is unprepared for searching for a means to sustain himself and fight off the boredom that has plaged him all his life.

Fighting style: Stefano prefeeres to kill from a distance by first sicking the hounds and his prized falcon on his foes while he lines up the perfect shot with his customed Dwarven arquebus and prototype tri-cylinder pistols. When pressed into a melee Stefano prefeers to mount his horse and retreat to a safe distance to reload.

Equipment:
Costumed Dwarven arquebus- long ranged and extremely heavy this beautiful weapon while accurate is difficult to use on the run.
Duel 'tri cylinder' pistols- an experimental Dwarven intention the weapon is in effect three separate barrels and fireing mechanisms sharing a handle.
Rapier
Two pure breed bloodhounds and one wolfhound
Hunting falcon

Skills/abilities:
Excellent marksmanship
Excellent horsemanship
Good "poker face"
Good artistic talent and musicianship
Good with animals

other info

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOCo

The Hand of Fate

Dragons Cradle

The time for festivity and celebration had passed and the dwarves had returned to a grave and straightforward attitude. Roric stood pleading with the smith Taurich, "Sir, his highness will understand if you end the expedition early. Obsidian can be gathered another time! Your talents cannot." the aged smith hadn't even looked up from his work."Roric, you worry far too much for an old dwarf. You and five dwarves will not equal my doom. Make haste toKral Deresh." the younger captain sighed in defeat. With his party assembled he turned towards Ein and her colossal guardian. "Are you ready lass? I would get one last fresh breath, it's a four day trip by tunnel long time without the sun.".

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If any of the dwarves had seen the small bat that had flown into the cave they would have shot it immediately. It had happened however that such vermin had managed to find a secluded vantage and had listened and observed the dwarves leave the outpost. It took wing and returned to its master deeper into the tunnels. It's lord heard his pet approach. He had never seen his bat or anything for that matter. He never would he was born without eyes like the rest of his people.

Xalos stroked his pet and listened to its report. His voice was quieter that a drop of rain, and cold and hallow as wind down the winding tunnels of a cave. "Tell the Khan's raiders the smith has lost men. Then tell my sirelings an elf travels the tunnels. Whoever drains her has earned my favor.". As his pet flew off, Xalos returned to his meal. The dwarf merchant had passed out from blood loss long before the cave vampire had had his fill. Yet Xalos was old and greedy.

@Mr Rage

The Hand of Fate

I'm back family! Sorry I've been a little distracted lately, and for the next three weeks I'm gonna be a little busy, but don't worry I'm gonna try and keep up with this.

The Hand of Fate

More tonight

The Hand of Fate

Lost Woods

"Sire? Are you aware of what is going on my lord? The Conqueror and his hordes have been pillaging all of the lands. Lord Godwin has marshaled all of the knights of radiance to try and hold them at the border. Men from all over are being conscripted to defend the cities and large towns while the lords are away. No one can be spared to defend the villages or uproot the bandits. Until the war changes we are on our own my lord. Dozens of our noble knights have already given their lives."

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The bandits camp had once been a small logging camp before the lumberjacks had been conscripted. Nature would have reclaimed the log cabins if the bandits hadn't. The band was rather large and was busy trying to get fortified in case of attack. 8 men were hammering log poles into the earth to try and create a crude gate surrounding the encampment. Their were no tents set up so it was clear they hadn't filled up all of the cabins or quartermasters office. Three men with bows were watching the tree line in case of danger. Two with wicked looking lumber axes stood watch outside of the camps inn, which seemed to be the best shape of all the buildings. After a moment of observation, a disturbance occurred at the road leading to the entrance of the camp. Two riders drive through camp ropes tied to the saddle were dragging a armored knight behind them. Three more men emerged from the inn and dragged the knight inside, it was unclear if he was alive.
@Turbowraith

The Grave Keepers

Ben didn't miss the annoyance in Nova's voice and the apprehension in Hogarth's. He ignored them for a moment lost in memories, both bitter sweet and painful. In his youth he tried to make it here more often and set the buildings inhabitants at ease. Yet he hadn't been here in over 9 years, he was silent as he reached out and tried to feel them. The ghosts weren't active yet and he doubted the other two would feel them yet. Finally he answered them, "What you two need to do is follow my directions I need to know you can do that. This area draws in the least dangerous form of undead, the lost and confused ghosts. Chances are most of them won't know their even dead. I want you to feel them tonight. Leave them be and just practice sensing them, if your capable you'll know what I mean when they come. If you do good we may have more work to do. Before it gets dark and I have to leave I have a few rules you must follow. 1 stay together, 2 there is a grand piano and a pair of white gloves upstairs do not touch either! 3 your here to observe don't talk to the ghosts, if they get violent fight back or leave. 4, and this is the most important, no matter what you hear don't go into the cellar! Any questions?"

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@WeepingLiberty My main is the two mile, I also do 300 hurdles and relays when they need me. Do you do track.

The Grave Keepers

@WeepingLiberty Well as I matter a fact I did set a personal record. Personal worst. I don't know if it was the weather or nerves but I did not do well. On the business of role-playing I'll give @Zebanamana until tonight and if he doesn't have anything we will continue without him.