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Summoner's Academy

@olcharlieboi
How does healing work?
Is positive energy like an element from its own plane?

Summoner's Academy

@Polaris North lol and it probably won't be the last time today.
Gotta atleast make it there three times.

Summoner's Academy

When no one replied to his questions he was quite disappointed.
Avarius would have had no trouble with the ten miles, should he have stayed on course. Back at his homestead on the farmland the nearest thing resembling a shop was just over six miles away and he could, and often would make it there in under two hours, especially when he was excited.

His families naturalist lifestyle and ideals meant he was never close to anything and quickly got used to long walks and runs. Another thing he got used to was daily meditation. Avarius was so adept at clearing his mind he did it frequent and often.
Even as he stood still before the charging golem he found a still calmness in meditation that avoided his body from being overcome by instinct and fear.

'Are there evil summons or just evil summoner's?' was the thought running through Avarius's mind.

'This is not how you find out!' replied the concerned voice of Iju.

Avey was startled by the voice but at the same time slightly relieved as the golem came upon him and hesitated. He saw the confusion on its face.

'see Iju, I'm ok. I will not allow myself to be coerced into'

SMACK!

his conversation fell short as the golem got its confirmation and Avarius was suddenly struck by heavy solid stone.

Pain radiated through his body, layers of shock diluted and numbed most of it. His ears rung as the world was spinning and fading away, he felt like he was flying.
Next he would awaken in the med bay once again. Unaware of how much time had passed. Mass bruising covering most of his right side. A broken collar bone and a perforated ear drum.

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

@Raid Thanks! :)
I noticed @YoshiSkittlez normally posts the characters into the cha tab.
Didn't want to mess up the process :/

Yea Clay will be around D12 for a while, slowly making his way back to D13
For Dorian I was thinking now d9 recently living in d10

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

CLAYTON RADSHAW
District 12.

The bright light of a rising morning pieced the thin flesh of Clayton's eyelids. Groggily he shook his head trying to hide from the sun as the cool crisp outside air ran along his skin. Shit, he was outside...

It seemed to have gotten much brighter by the time Clay opened his eyes again, he squinted as he looked around trying to assess his location and situation. He was by no means feeling ok, but there had defiantly been occasions before were he had woken up feeling much worse.

His head was splitting with a pounding headache, he had poor recollection of the night before, the strong residual smell of whiskey hung on his breath and he had the faint taste of blood on his lips. No there was nothing unusual here.

Despite all reasonable logic and indicators he still prayed to find himself in a large soft bed with luscious white sheets and an exotic strange girl wrapped in his arms.

As his eyes adjusted to and filtered the piercing painful light he quickly looks around and lets out a deep loud long disappointed sigh, reality hit him hard and confirmed the initial thoughts he wanted to hide from. Clay lay outside amongst a rubbish heap in a dirty small back alley.
Surprisingly, even though the odds were against him, he was still both saddened and disappointed by this, as it meant there would be no breakfast or morning sex today.

With a groan he picks his battered, bruised and injured body off the floor and recollects the night before....

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Last Night
unnamed pub

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There it was, once again, that all too familiar taste of blood swelling within his mouth.

"Mother fuc" he had began to slur before another fist came violently crashing into his face. His head snapped across sending the growing pool of salivate blood splattering across the floor. There came a deep guttural growl from the back of his throat in reply. Clay slowly lifted his head back up so that this punk may see the predatory rage burning within his eyes.
"Not a smart move" a maniacal smile of perfect white teeth follow his words.

Clay who was kneeling on the back of some big up-tight tavern regular, releases the the mans head to fall to the floorboards with a heavy thud.
Only moments ago Clay had been pounding his head into the ground and now the mans face was silhouetted by a smeared pool of his own blood. Clay turned all his focus to the punk kid who blind sighted him. Ignoring the man at his feet and the other laying on the pool table clutching his leg as he grunted in agony over the half protruding broken pool que.

Had there been the only three in the tavern that day, Clay would have walked out a happy man. But NO. Not even nearly. At least sixteen people had squeezed themselves into this little corner pub to celebrate some sporting victory, and nearly all had enough comradery to get involved instead of watching a few of their team mates get the shit kicked out of them. Well at least it felt like all sixteen of them to Clay.

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Broken bruised and bloody he came crashing into a pile of rubbish as he was thrown out the back door into a dirty old alley way. "Fu'en puthies" he yells back defiantly through a broken jaw, at what must have been the teams pitcher. The coffee pot that came flying at him next was thrown hard enough to have him seeing black.
With a sputter he painfully laughs at his own misfortune before passing out.

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Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

O.o ... I feel so stupid, I've been waiting for confirmation on my characters and just realised I already have it.

XD post up soon!

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

@FantasyChic
I'm still waiting on approval but keen to work with ya ;)

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

I would like Dorian to be moderately influential and rich by now.
Still he has a far way to go though, maybe he was renown in his previous district but has recently moved up in districts and the greater game,
making him once again a small fish in a big, viscous, paranna filled pond.

Thanks for the votes guys! ;)

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

New characters!

I like 'em. Much intrigue. They look like they'll fit in nicely. Only negative I have is that I keep accidentally reading Durian instead of Dorian. Durians are not good characters. They're pretty nasty.

@Mach2

Thanks XD

So what's been happening in this game?
Also what district's should they start?
Can I keep them both? :)

PS. Gonna go google Durian's :p

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

So my last character got shut down because apparently there is already a emotionally dead drug addict ex cop.
So instead I revive and modify my old Radshaw brothers.

Please let me know if either fit.

The Radshaw Brothers

While they seem complete opposites these brothers were once really close. Events in their early teens separated them.

Clayton

Clayton 'Clay' Radshaw

Bad Ass

"Ain't nothing come for free"

<Gender:/> Male
<Age:/> 28
<Height:/> 6'2
<Weight:/> 220lbs
<Appearance:/>

Clayton was always naturally fit and muscular, his lifestyle choices further emphasised that. He is heavily tattooed and wears nearly just as many scars.
Despite his warrior-like stature he has deep soft gentle pale blue eyes.
His attire usually consists of big boots, denim jeans and a leather jacket.

<Occupation:/>

Thug. What ever pays, from bar tending to muscle work or mechanical repairs. Clay has done many 'morally questionable' things. Some of which just to get by, others to live briefly in a taste of luxury and then there were those that were not of necessity but purely impulsive spite or pleasure.
Trying to stay clean, Clay currently works as a mechanic in a chop shop.

<District:/>

<Personality:/>

Clay, while a bit rough-around-the-edges is pretty care free and easy going guy. He can be a little arrogant and over confident and extremely head strong and stubborn at times. He is pretty quick to resort to violence or at least threats, the strike first ask questions later type.
Character flaws aside he has a generally good heart and will make sacrifices for others. Behind his arrogance he doesn't really believe he is worth dirt, often denying his own happiness believing he must suffer for mistakes of the past. He's the kind of guy that trouble is attracted too.

<Biography:/>
There is no pleasant way to put it, Clay's mother was a whore. But as far as whores go, for their district anyway, she fought hard to maintain what little respect and dignity that such a profession would allow.
She stayed clean and honest always putting her children first.
The same could not be said for the many men who came into his life assuming the fatherly role.

Clay protected his little brother as best as he could from the loud yelling and crying, the many drunken and violent outbursts. Eventually a man came by that seemed alright until he led Clay away from his family into a life of trouble.
Clay left his mother and brother to work for this man for a while before being betrayed and venturing off on his own.

Clayton is currently on the run from only 'god knows what' but that darkness always follows him. So Clayton runs and runs, only stopping to drink, fight and fuck before hitting the road again.

<Other:/>
Skills:

• Brawling
• Drinking
• Mechanical repairs
• Riding motorbikes
• Running
• Endurance

Likes:

• Whiskey
• Women
• Fighting
• Motor bikes
• Leather
• Tattoos
• The number 13
  (Roughly in that order)

Dislikes:

• 'Intellectual' conversations
• Politics
• Wimps
• Sleeping
• His past
• Cats
• Rules & restraints

Weakness:>list>
Short temper
Addiction to alcohol
Pretty women
Rejection to self happiness
Being trapped (claustrophobia)

<Theme Song:/>
"Made of Scars" by Stone Sour

Dorian

Dorian Radshaw

Business man

"You do not know of the darkness in which I have walked."

<Gender:/> Male
<Age:/> 26
<Height:/> 5'9
<Weight:/> 190lbs
<Appearance:/>

This man is swathed in mystery and seclusion, much is always happening behind those deep intense eyes but that's where his thoughts stay.
Dorian is quite tall, his clothes are always in pristine condition and he takes great care to ensure his appearance is always at its best.

<Personality:/>

Dorian is actually quite shy and reserved, if not needed he would happily hide away in his office but unfortunately he is also an ambitious control freak, needing to keep an eye and hand on all his affairs.

He truly believes money equals power and is what makes and measures a man.
He despises nearly all drugs and cybernetic implants. He finds superiority in purity.

<Biography:/>

Dorian didn't see his mother the same way Clay did, nor did he despise the many men who tried to be his father as much as Clay did.
For most his young life he was sheltered from the worst of it.

Suddenly he was hit by the harsh reality of life as his safe little bubble came crashing down around him. Clay had left them, his temporary father soon to follow. His mother fell deathly ill and it was up to Dorian to support her.

It was too much for the young teenager. He tried his best but her decline was inevitable. Left all alone he continued his pursuit of income and was never satisfied. He blames his mothers death on their poverty, on himself.

'Nothing comes for free' the lesson Dorian has learnt from a lifetime of loneliness, clawing against all odds and misfortune to be where he is now. If destiny is truly predetermined then Dorian believes himself to have already defied the fate that the cosmos had laid out for him long ago. He lives his life expecting that at any second the grander powers that be will rectify his defiance.

Skills:

• Diplomacy
• Patience
• Observation
• Accounting

Likes:

Order

• Even numbers
• Fine suits
• Expensive drinks
• Control

Disikes:

• Chaos
• Odd numbers
• Flaws in his appearance
• Cheap drinks
• Drug/Alcohol addicts
• Cybernetics
• Lazy people

Weakness:

• Emotional instability
• Need for order and control
• Gambling
• Greed

Theme Song:
"Slept So Long" from Queen of the Damned soundtrack