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A worlds End.

Got my interest, will read up some more and dream up a concept later ;)

A Wizards Life: a fairytail guild battle story.

@Snarfulblast Very good time!
I'm loosing momentum of my own idea...

Do you think character creation is too complicated?
Any ideas how I could simplify it?
Or better explain it?

Deify

Dreaming up a concept, if I get hooked on an idea I shall throw in a character.
In the meantime I will follow this to see how it progresses.

What's the plot or purpose of our characters?
Or is it just open world?

The Wards of The King - A Song of Ice And Fire Roleplay (High Casual)(Low Advanced)(Reboot)

Interested

Kingsglaive {Filled}

Hmmm, I kinda got an idea and ran with it...
Still in early stages but there's a bit there.
Can you please check it over?

Thanks!

Avarius Elthandeir

Avey storm rider, 'Evos'

Appearance

Age: 21
Sex: Male
Appearance:

• Height: 5'6"
• Weight: 80kg
• Eye colour:
• Hair:
• Physique;
• Clothes:
• Tattoos & body mods:

Personal details

Personality: To say Averius was an odd child would be an understatement, to assume he had out grown it would be gravely inaccurate. Just as genius can be found in the misfortunate and mad, the inner workings of Avey's mind is both a mysterious blessing and a curse.
Bio:

The EVOS;

Long ago just as men began to forget of the Great War, as it slowly slipped from minds and history alike, like a dying faint breeze rustling amongst fallen leaves. There were those that had be born under the ideals of ancestors whom rejected and regretted the choices that were made and despised the new world they had created.

That angst travelled deep within their blood and bones and would be passed on through generation and generation for many more to come.
These were the original Evos, emphasising with the behemoths, abandoning civilisation, technology, social structure and political law to live wildly on and with the stolen land. Respecting that which came before them and the mystical energies that were still present.

Eventually and then on continually this free living was challenged and interrupted causing them to continually flee and travel.
Finally they stopped, finding their haven in the far desolate corners of the planet high amongst dangerous yet beautiful jagged sheer edge cliffs.

It was a harsh dangerous life but one they adapted too, more so as each decade passed. Eventually they re-integrated with the ever expanding civilisation and were pardoned from many laws to allow them to continue their wild mystical ways. Much of their ancestry began to wash from their blood as new unions bred it out. Ideals became complicated as they stood against new fallacies under the shallow guise of necessity.

Desire and laziness slowly won over ideals and traditions and the Evos became more the location then the people. But the thing about ideals is that they don't always die with the people. A hidden secretive organisation rebuilt the Evos in a dramatic romanticised vision of cunning wildness, beautiful ferocity, and mystical acuity.

Amongst a classroom of 12 Avarius was born. Stolen from his family for his hidden lineage he was raised as a puppet warrior. When his skills and aptitude out ranked all conceived expectations, his tutors pride, vanity and greed saw him flaunt the ability of his pupil.

Once again the boy found himself stolen from his family, this time to serve the kingsglaive.

Reason for joining:

Combat

Weapons: Body blades;
While named 'body blades' for the many concealable and retractable knives and blade edges, the weapon is actually the entire suit.
Developed to suit the terrain and lifestyle of the Evos, it meant they were always armed and prepared with a weapon they could never drop and was always ready for use, no matter what limbs were free or desperately hanging onto a cliff edge.

While the origins were a simple defence and climbing aid the suit soon became a lethal weapon.
Overtime there became multiple variant styles of body blade suits with individuals customising them to suit their preference or skill by substituting certain knives and locations with other spiky sharp means of death and decapitation.

Avey's suit was not built to preferential design, ease of use, trends in style or to match his at-the-time skills. It was built purely for efficiency. An efficiency that has taken a long time to hone and master.

Combat style: Close quarters;
Favouring speed, agility and misdirection Avey's style also encompasses momentum and joint manipulation.
He is ruthless in combat, he has no qualms exploiting his opponents weaknesses, nor does he believe in a fair fight.
He fights smart and calculatedly using every advantage at his disposal.
Elemental affinity: Air
Magic:
Detail:
Uses:

• Offensive-
• Defensive-
• Support-
• Other-

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Blueflame
You can join as who ever you like!
(I have no idea who that is...)

A Wizards Life: a fairytail guild battle story.

So let's say its situated just outside a small market town that lies along a river running down from a nearby mountain forest. (With big waterfalls.)

The forest and mountains can be a bit dangerous but it is also home to civilised tribes and a secluded hidden city that doesn't welcome outsiders.

Occasionally they trade with your town, their crafted bone and colourful gem jewellry is quite sought after as is their spears, bows and arrows.

Open to name ideas,
Otherwise I will come up with something later.

Tales of Lucenrai: The Fallen Kingdom

Vallen

Appearance:

appearance

Vallen is tall with dark hair, a short neat beard, a well trained smile and piercing green eyes.
He has the firm lean form of an acrobat and the sharp mind and tongue of a haggler. Standing in at 6'2", Vallen is quite tall. Once used to a lavish life his skin is soft and clothes clean and proper, if not a little eccentric and elegant.

Name: Vallen Coridarr
Age: 17

Personality: Vallen enjoys the simple pleasantries of life. He has strong social skills but hides his true self behind a figurative mask and therefore never truly gets close to anybody. He prefers to be independent and won't allow himself to rely or depend on anyone or thing.

Despite his casual carefree demeanour he can be quite stubborn at times. He is passionate about only a few things, but will fight fearlessly to the end for such rare things.

He dislikes to see others upset, he holds onto feelings of responsibility for those younger or more misfortunate then himself. A trait grown from being a relied upon sibling.
Otherwise has grown to care little of others opinions, unless he needs it to earn favour. Number one priority is himself.

Backstory:

long story

To truly know and understand Vallen's story one must first know of his fathers.
Lief Coridarr,
Born a simple peasant to humble yet struggling parents his childhood was a constant endurement of unfair and unjust conditions. Unhappy with the life he was dealt he forged a new one. Although fate threw everything within its power to oppose him Lief found his calling.
From the dirt he rose, forging his new path from behind the forge, creating unrivalled masterworks from the rarest materials the earth could offer. Although there were many who opposed him and wished to tear him down, Lief eventually rose to the ranks of a Royal Smith.

His weapons an jewellery beyond mere mundane craftsmanship.

Or so these are the tales Vallen was told. It is not the man Vallen remembers. Somewhere amongst the highest of heights when his father was overwhelmed by his reputation and glory he fell prey to the devils playthings.
Drinking,
Gambling,
Whores,
Drugs.

His addictions crippled his time, then his mind, then his body and lastly his fortune. In a small time he destroyed everything he had built for himself.
With shaky hands and an inability to focus or concentrate there was no going back for him. Everyone slowly shun the man as he slipped back to the gravel he once came from. His once favoured women dumping his children on him as his fortune dwindled.

Vallen was one of those children, one of seven. Stuck somewhere in the middle. A burden, unwanted, rejected, inconvenient.
He learnt to fend for himself on the streets, hide from others and his father and how to overplay a beating to end it sooner. Little did he know these were the base skills that would see him through life, had it not been for the development of his magic.

By the time he understood his limited ability and could use it to help provide for his siblings he had already lost four of them. The eldest ran away, two died and one sister just vanished. Things got better for a little while, Vallen's magic helped him hide, distract others and came in useful in all sorts of ways.

Young and naive he didn't take the precautions to hide his gift that hindsight now teaches. A traveling trope of entertainers and jongleurs passed his town, curious and inquisitive Vallen was caught stealing from them. They gave Vallen with some mixed news. Vallen would never see his family again, his father could not pay (or would not pay) for Vallen's crimes so instead the troupe paid a handsome fee and bought young Vallen. Paying enough money so his family would be alright for quite some time.
How was Vallen to know they were lying, he was not overly gullible but how he wanted it to be true, free from the burden of his abusive father and reliant siblings and swept into a world of excitement and travel.

But truthfully he was kidnaped, taken for his magic, trying to work off an imaginary debt, only a few ever knowing or questioning the truth.
Vallen was put to hard work, but from where he came he did not mind it. His abilities grew at their demand. He aided stage shows, adding glitz and glam, replacing expensive alchemical ingredients. After he scrub the floors hard and tended the performers every whim.

Not all of them were bad, Vallen learnt many skills. Juggling, knife throwing, music, dance, acrobatics and acting. He also learnt of love and betrayal, first through story and then experience.

To cut a long story short, one night after a string of failing shows, when frustrations and tempers were high and the cheap watery wine of a dingy tavern flowed freely, truths were exposed. It's safe to say Vallen left them that night never to return, taking with him only three parting gifts. The clothes on his back, a broken heart and the one friend he could trust Iju.

It had been years since Vallen was surrounded by the familiar sights of his home town, but shortly after his escape there he stood. Things were the same but different, as to was he. He walked the streets and looked at things through new eyes.
There was a smile glued to his face as he filleted through the good memories and the bad. Until something vastly different interrupted his journey. His home was no more, a simple pile or rubble and ash with a few crumbled walls and a collapsed roof.

Vallen never planed to return, but he always thought he could. Seeing it like this hurt. Guilt and sorrow wrenched around his stomach from deep within, his lungs failed him as tears filled his eyes. He spent that long cold lonely night in that rubble. Crying, pointlessly sorting through ash, clearing what he imagined was once his sleeping quarters, digging in the spots his father used to rest.
Luckily he found no bones, he saw that as a good sign, even more luckily was his findings of his fathers greatest treasure.

Despite the mans greatest flaws and many lows he held on to a treasure of great wealth. It's only value to him was sentimental purposes, perhaps the last link to who he used to be. In it held his signet ring, all his old titles and letters from dukes and duchesses. There were even some other notes from anonymous lady's speaking of such vulgar sexual things Vallen couldn't even imagine it coming from the sleaziest of the troupes drunken soirée's. He understood why they remained anonymous. It was about to create a lack of sympathy for his missing father until he stumbled upon the daggers. Four masterworks of art, two of decreasing craftsmanship and lastly three clumps of ore.

Beneath them was a note, it held the names of all Vallen's brothers and sisters along with their individual mothers. There were four women, that made Vallen feel strange. He had known they were not all from the same mother but never really considered it until now. Then it made him sad as he longed for his siblings he hadn't seen in so long.

He understood the purpose of these knives. They were crafted for each child, in a time where he still had skill and fame. The materials hard to come by, must have been skimmed from larger orders. Presumably once intended to be gifts when they reached adult hood, this was Lief's legacy that he wanted to hand to his children as they became adults.
There should be seven splendid daggers not four. It only made Vallen cry harder. He held the box tight that night and has kept all it's contents close ever since, even the poor daggers and small clumps of rare ore.

Skills and Abilities:

• Professional illusionist- As an entertainer his magic was directed towards entertaining, dazzling and misdirecting. There are skills he learnt from a time prior and skills inherited from his father (imbuing) that he has began relearning.
• Journeyman theif- the skills he relied upon as a child have once again become important, while a little rusty he has new experiences that aid in the art of stealth, pick pocketing and sleight of hand.
• Journeyman small blades- throwing knives especially. It was an encouraged hobby and past-time, a fun game and method of self entertainment.
• Novice Alchemist- The groups alchemist was a wise old man who was kind to Vallen. Vallen took his lessons as a way to hide from other chores, and learnt some things along the way.
• Novice dancer- There were many festivities during Vallen's travelling life, even if he spent most his time working while others partied, he was still drawn in enough to learn the basics of a few dances.
• Journeyman acrobat - While not as enjoyable as his knife games, acrobatics was a must.
  Vallen was not to travel around crowds normally but do so with cartwheels and summersaults. Also on various occasions when the stage did not permit a hiding location, he was expected to perform his magic from less then ideal or safe hiding positions.
• Journeyman lute playing - Taught by one of the few true friends he had so he could impress the girl who would later destroy his heart.

Equipment:

• Performers Lute, Worn. - An old lute that Vallen managed to trade for. He worked and bartered desperately to gain it even though playing only brings back memories that lead to heart ache.
• Lief's masterwork Throwing daggers. - These 6 daggers are of unrivalled quality. Reaching the extremes of mundane creation. Hilt-less it has a heavy black Adamantium core. The pink sheen of Orichalcum lines the razor sharp blades while bands of Mithral run around the handle and stretch down the flat of the blade like a silver serpent.
  Their balance is perfect and they look amazing when admired but even more spectacular when thrown.
• Regular old throwing knives. - Picked up cheaply, will do the job.
• Entertainers concealed leather knife holster. - Part of a knife throwers charm and display was the unexpected way he could pull a knife from seemingly no where. Vallen was familiar with the tricks and methods of concealing the versatile blades and has adopted it into his own leather holsters.
• Iju, Pet ferret. - Vallen's stolen pet ferret. (Best and only friend)
  
  • Backpack contents: A waterskin of wine, a small pouch with money, a tinderbox, a hunting knife, a few days worth of dry provisions, a warm blanket

A Wizards Life: a fairytail guild battle story.

Alright so the guild is brand new and the following features are available upon debate.

Guild name:

Town size:

• Village (only guild, cheap, bare basics.)
• Small town (one other guild, one of each basic store.)
• Established town (higher rates, competitive guilds, more resources, higher costs.)
• Large City. (Sorry, don't have a license to operate in large cities yet.)

Town Type:

• Way point (simply between here and there.)
• Markets (act as a trading hub.)
• Resource (fishing, mining, farming, logging.)
• Other/location (maybe built for the serene view, the protective cliffs or by a bunch of bandits, idealist or elitists.)

Guild location:
(Within the town)

• Just outside. (Cheaper, more freedom. Forest/lake option)
• center. (Little more costly)
• Near/in graveyard. (Spook factor)
• Other (can you think of anything?)

@Pineappletumble@Song Book@Snarfulblast

Conspiracy-Closed

In the depths of the lab Kain eventually found what he was looking for without interruption.
A prototype 'Limited learning, simulated simple AI' inbuilt into a targeting chip. These were not uncommon in advanced automatic turret systems. Kain added in a few diagnostic tools and extra enhanced sensory data inputs and assimilated it all into his suit.

Extra pieces, such as useful circuitry, advanced computer ware, tools and the schematic's for the plasma gun were put into a brief case.
Kain had just stolen, he had fallen to his petty crimes again, already.
He realised his failings but there was no other way, there was a bigger picture then someone's feelings.

Kain casually strolled right through the building and to his car, it appeared nonchalant but beneath that metal suit he was nervous and sweating.

"Yes!" he accidentally shouts in relief noticing his car was back. His sudden plan was so impromptu he had almost forgotten about its placement on the bank roof. But lucky enough here it was, as he approached it his heart sank as it roared to life.
"Shit! No, no, no" he screams.
His heart stopped as he thought it was being stolen until Sarah popped her bright smiling head out the window.

Kain was almost sure that woman could read his mind. He didn't care.
In a flash he threw the briefcase into the car and climbed across the back seat with as much haste as he could muster while still being gentle to the upholstery in a giant metal suit.

Then they were off, leaving the HQ far behind them. Kain never having even unpacked, left nothing behind. Sarah had left a note and signed it in Kain's name...

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((Bye everyone! Best of luck and enjoy.))
((Might see ya's around elsewhere))