@Dark LightJackson RedwoodRed JackAge: 24
Appearance:
- Height: 5'8
- Weight:
- Eye color:Stormy Blue
- Hair:Dusty Brown
- Physique: Lean, Sharp Features
- Clothes: Tailcoat, waistcoat, Suit Pants/Shirt, Heavy Boots and a Tall Top Hat.
- Symbol color, location: Yellow, Back of Right hand
Personality: A charming gentleman to most Jack tries to keep a cheerful outlook on the task at hand. He’s often seen to be confident in most scenarios leading with a toothy grin and his fun loving nature.
That being said he likes a good trick every now and again often at the expense of those around him, a chilly in your sleeping mouth swapping sugar for salt; it was probably him.
Jack is terrified of dogs often taking entirely different routes if it means not having to pass one on the street.
Bio: When growing up Jack endured several hours of sword training a day under the supervision of his well-meaning but forceful mother. The strict regimen of studding both tombs of history and swordsmanship left Jack with little care for either task. It would be at night when left alone to rest he would play with a deck of cards he got at a much younger age, this play time would evolve into practise, then training as he discovered magic and his affinity for the craft.
Leaving home at a young age Jack would soon start looking for work, finding it hard to find a simple paying job Jack elected to join a mage guild. At first he didn’t care much for what guild he was accepted so long as he could get paid, this soon untenable as the guild got less and less standard work and moved towards something shadier. Jack ultimately left due to a payment dispute with the guild master.
Now having left that town and guild behind him Jack is trying his hand again in the guild in the hopes that he can make his way in the world and maybe a name for himself.
Reason for joining: This guild seemed to have solid foundations and looked to want to treat its members with respect.Combat prowess: E- Trained in the sword Jack all-be it badly, Jack can swing a blade better than someone whose never has just not that much better.
Magic: High Card
Type: Manipulation (Card Magic)
Rank: E+
Detail: Jack can manipulate any ordinary deck of 52 cards once he’s shuffled them, he can draw whatever card he chooses but the effect is based on the suit and number of the card.
The weakest card in the deck is the 2 and ace is by far the strongest.
Spades: The drawn card takes the shape of a blade.
Hearts - The drawn card can be using like a patch to heal wounds.
Diamonds - The drawn card takes the shape of a diamond shield.
Clubs - The drawn card will explode in arcane energy on impact once thrown.
Joker - The drawn card explodes into a thick Smoke harming whoever drew it.
Uses:
- Offensive- Jack is not really a front line fighter, while able to attack with a Spades or Clubs he uses them sparingly as the clubs drain him fast and his swordsmanship is far from what Jack was to be running into combat with.
- Defensive- Diamonds and Jokers are often used to protect himself from oncoming assaults or to cover an escape.
- Support- Anything from scrapes to gouges Jacks got you covered with his Hearts.
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Ahhh yea, lol sorry. Too caught up on the thread.
Shit ey, hope it all heals well.
Shit ey, hope it all heals well.
With a blink, Izzy created a green cylindrical horn in her hand. Raising it to her lips she shouted into it and her voice was amplified.
"GREETINGS, all would be guild members. I am guild master Horondo's granddaughter, Isabelle! " She gives a polite bow, careful not to fall of her box.
"There will be a three part initiation over three days! " her voice peaks with excitement and every word is filled with a high energy and excitement.
"Three challenges, three days and three judges to impress! Day one will be hosted by yours truly, Me! " Izzy gives a playful wink.
"The guild is new and a bit bland, BRING ME SOMETHING PRETTY! "
She throws her green speaker into the air as she hops with a little cheer.
Most of the audience stand around confused scratching their heads. A small few began to jog of searchingly but soon slowed.
"Well come on people..." Izzy pouted. "You won't get in unless you can bring me back some pretty decorations, it's for all of us really!" her voice became kind of winy.
Slowly more people understood the strange request and with shrugging shoulders, began to disperse.
"Geeee, slowies."
"GREETINGS, all would be guild members. I am guild master Horondo's granddaughter, Isabelle! " She gives a polite bow, careful not to fall of her box.
"There will be a three part initiation over three days! " her voice peaks with excitement and every word is filled with a high energy and excitement.
"Three challenges, three days and three judges to impress! Day one will be hosted by yours truly, Me! " Izzy gives a playful wink.
"The guild is new and a bit bland, BRING ME SOMETHING PRETTY! "
She throws her green speaker into the air as she hops with a little cheer.
Most of the audience stand around confused scratching their heads. A small few began to jog of searchingly but soon slowed.
"Well come on people..." Izzy pouted. "You won't get in unless you can bring me back some pretty decorations, it's for all of us really!" her voice became kind of winy.
Slowly more people understood the strange request and with shrugging shoulders, began to disperse.
"Geeee, slowies."
How many people still need to do their first summon?
The Radshaw Brothers
While they seem complete opposites these brothers were once really close. Events in their early teens separated them and now for the first time in years they are within the same town.
Name: Kain Dresal
Age: 19
Appearance: Tall, lean, with messy dark hair. Beneath his peculiar styled clothing his skin is spotted with tattoos and odd piercings.
Age: 19
Appearance: Tall, lean, with messy dark hair. Beneath his peculiar styled clothing his skin is spotted with tattoos and odd piercings.
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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: 21
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 has grown to care little of others opinions, unless he needs it to earn favour. Number one priority is himself.
Backstory: 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. After seeking out his father they returned with some mixed news. Vallen would never see his family again, his father could not pay (or would not pay) for Vallen's crimes but instead the trope 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 his fathers greatest masterpiece.
Skills and Abilities:
Equipment:
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: 21
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 has grown to care little of others opinions, unless he needs it to earn favour. Number one priority is himself.
Backstory: 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. After seeking out his father they returned with some mixed news. Vallen would never see his family again, his father could not pay (or would not pay) for Vallen's crimes but instead the trope 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 his fathers greatest masterpiece.
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 Entertainer-
- Novice dancer-
- 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
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