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Name:The Forsaken (Neutral Mercenary Company)
Location: The Mojave Wasteland, Nevada

History:The Forsaken despite having a short lived history have done much with their time. Started by a NCR colonel following a mission into Arizona gone wrong him and his unit were believed to have gone MIA. But when they resurfaced in the Mojave it was already to late for the NCR to do anything about it, to worried about protecting the dam the NCR let Colonel Willard and his small band of survivors get away. They started small but soon they gained a reputation for protecting settlements from the reaches of any faction that wished to have them, dealing with raiders, as well as clearing out giant rats and mole rats from the occasional basement.

Following the second battle of Hoover dam and the Pyrrhic victory that followed Willard's group flourished, men within the legion now without a leader found themselves working side by side with the former NCR troopers. It was within this group that Willard found a second-in-command in that of a legion centurion named Gaius and it was there where the name of their group came to be. The Forsaken. Abandoned by their factions and their former homes they became a driving force for neutrality within the Mojave, taking up many outcasts with radical ideas within other factions.

The NCR was not blind and they noticed the rising group of mercenaries who were seemingly undermining their efforts in the Mojave so they cracked down upon The Forsaken. Their holdings within the town of Novac were raided and many of The Forsaken fell Williard and Gaius fled with a few of their finest to a small part of the Mojave wastes not far from Jacobstown. It was here where they went silent for sometime. Five years later The Forsaken started recruiting again and they gained a respectable rise in numbers through select recruitment and struck up bargains with the Omerta's for access to guns and ammo, returning to their roots they began to help the peoples of the wasteland once more.

On the sixth year they began their work, but this time they became rooted within communities within the Mojave and the NCR was faced with the decision to lose the hearts of the minds of the people by fighting The Forsaken or let them operate. They choose the latter but they did not let them operate freely instead they sent agents to infiltrate the group, most were sent back empty handed and alive but some did manage to get into the group and there they sit waiting for The Forsaken to slip up so the NCR army can once again crack down on the AWOL Colonel and his group.

The Forsaken operated within the Mojave and they did so legally. And seemingly there was nothing they wouldn't do for the people, numerous raids were launched into Arizona to free slaves that were taken from families in the Mojave and due to Gaius' help legion tactics had to be changed or updated on the fly and with them fractured they just couldn't do it in time and many slaves were freed and returned to their families in the waste, basements were once again cleansed of mole rats and giant rats, and Raiders all but fled at the sight of a Forsaken patrol. Things were once again different in the Mojave wasteland but perhaps not where they should be, with the NCR watching them waiting for them to make a mistake and trying to keep peace in a broken wasteland it seems the Forsaken have been stretched thin and it's only a few key leaders who keep it from fading into the sands of the Mojave.

The Relics: Character Sheets

Garet

Name: Garet Havarr
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Faction/Allegiance: Kalesian Empire
Relic Description:
The Iron Band: The band has the memories and thoughts of thousands of long since dead generals. So this relic makes Garet quite the tactician and strategist. But the downside is he hears all of their voices inside his head, their thoughts are his thoughts, his memories are now their memories. And the Iron band uses this as well to it's advantage. The Band requires a constant feed of memories to it and it stores these memories like a bank, if not fed it will take memories and replace them with the memories of some stored into the ring. Giving those who wield it new memories comes at quite the shock, but if the wielder is not careful, it can make him forget himself. It also seems that this ring feeds off of victory and battle,
Appearance:


Flaws: Without the iron band Garet is just about average at leadership, he is a man of honor even if it comes back to bite him, he will not lie, kill an unarmed opponent, he has a weakness for women and will often go out of his way to help them, his ultimate weakness is his family if his wife or child were to get hurt he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Skills: Garet is a master of the blade the blade is an extension of his arm and he is known as a master of death with it, he's a fair shot with a bow and arrow, and even though he is trained in mounted combat he prefers to walk.

Biography: Born to parents that were either too poor or didn't care about him, Garet was abandoned, left on the steps of the Goddess' Sanctuary shortly after being born, who willingly took him in. The next six years he spent in that sanctuary along with other orphans and foundlings, being given the rudimentary education and upbringing any child deserved according to the priests and priestesses. A priestess named Alvera took the boy under her wing, teaching the boy how to set up the altar of the Goddess and to care for his fellow man, as well as some on how to care for the sick and bandage wounds.

It was in the shadow of the goddess’ holy symbol that the boy learned about faith. He couldn’t read the Holy scripture, but he didn’t need to in order to understand that she truly cared for him. His belief in the goddess made Garet the man he is today, transforming him from a child into a believer in honor and fair treatment. What he learned at the sanctuary formed the foundations of who Garet is. He was ready and willing to devote his life to the sanctuary, but fate had something else in store for him. A lord and lady, sadly unblessed by the goddess with children of their own came to the sanctuary seeking to follow the time-honored imperial tradition of adoption. Alvera spoke on the boy’s behalf, speaking highly of him hoping to get him the future she thought he deserved. Likewise, other priests and priestesses spoke highly of other children, but in the end, the lord and lady chose Garet, taking him home with them.

Discarding the name the sanctuary had given him, the boy took on his adoptive fathers last name. His father gave the boy a tutor, who taught him the two ways of reading and writing, the first way was simple and for civilian use, the second way was so the boy can get into more advanced writings and academics. Both seemed to help the boy grow, but the boy did not have the head for scholars’ writing. When the boy reached his tenth birthday the lord interfered directly and started teaching the boy how to fight. First with his hands, then with sticks and finally with training blades. When the boy reached twelve years old his father sent away to a military academy for proper training with some of the best instructors to be had anywhere.

The military academy ran Garet through the ringer. There seemed to be no rest no end to the training. Every day he woke up with a new bruise and a new ache, a new round of studying resumed. The boys and girls within his class were expected to learn not only how to fight, but also the finer details of combat tactics and battlefield logistics. Following each theory lesson was a physical session and visa versa. It was in these lessons that Garet showed a marked preference and aptitude for the much more flexible leather armor and the glaive, but the boy still practiced the sword on the side. After a year, one of the instructors took a personal interest in Garet and taught the boy how to master the blade. Garet made it his weapon of choice, even though he keeps his glaive close by. One thing he has learned is that it never hurts to have an extra option. His academy training lasted until the boy was a man of seventeen years, and he only returned home a few days each year, often being taken away from the academy for months at a time to train in the field. When the academy released him from its ranks, he came home for good, but that proved short-lived, as he missed the army life and formally joined the military a few months later.

On his 18th birthday the boy left home and the academy for life in the military, posted on the border with Kalnach near the field of bones. Even though he never stood out from other junior officers, his superiors soon ensured that he found himself leading small patrols into the field of bones. They also sent him on patrols into the nearby villages, dealing with petty disputes and searching for Kalnachi spies. Occasionally they would deal with small bandit packs and little groups of outlaws, but that was always uneventful. The Border was quiet the whole time, with neither Kalnach nor the Empire willing to commit to a full-scale war, satisfied with sitting quietly watching each other and running minor skirmishes.

Whenever he was granted a small amount of leave he returned home to his family, for though he enjoyed army life, he also missed his family. It was here where he met his future wife, Iceni. He fell in love with her on first sight. When he glimpsed her, he knew he had to get close to her, but was afraid to do so. That was the only time Garet had ever felt real fear since the earliest lessons at the academy. When he walked towards her, he made a fool of himself knocking people over and tripping over his feet, so her first impression of him was not very flattering. Many would have thought him a drunkard. Fortunately, she realized he was not a drunkard, but was actually just a clumsy fool. She thought his appearance comely and wasn’t used to men tripping over themselves trying to woo her. What exactly prompted her to give him a chance he never figured out, but give him a chance she did. Garet spent most of his spare time trying to win her heart. It took him a good while to do so, but by the time he did it, he had mere days left before he had to return to the Field of Bones.

Garet spent most of the next year on the border, rarely having time to return home to his beloved, but he took every chance he could to do so, for he missed his beloved Iceni deeply. When he could not visit, he sent messages and letters, continuing his courtship despite believing he had won her heart. Though the army was strict, they would not dare to offend the goddess by keeping lovers apart. When he, upon an extended patrol in the field of bones found a ring, he saw it as a sign from the goddess. He contacted his immediate superiors, giving them his reasons for requesting leave. As loyal servants of the Empress and firm believers in the Goddess, they did not hesitate to grant it to him.

Not truly sure he had won her heart, he dared not propose till he was sure. He wooed her for several weeks more before proposing. She made his every dream come true by accepting. As was tradition for couples that were to be wedded, each had to do a task for the family of the other to prove their love and commitment. What Iceni had to do he did not know, but Garet had to craft a sword that would live up to his soon-to-be father-in-law’s standards. As he was no trained smith, that was no easy feat. Garet had learned the basics of smithing in the past, but crafting a high-quality sword was no easy feat. For two weeks, he barely left the forge at all, eating and sleeping therein. His persistence was such that eventually several of the master smiths in the city took pity on him, giving him the advice he needed to finish the task. The sword he presented to Iceni’s father was of the utmost quality, not on the level of a master smith, but far above that of an amateur.

With both their tasks complete, the priests and priestesses performed the formal marriage ceremony, which turned into a celebration for more than half the city. It was, after all, not every month someone in the local nobility married. In irony, it turned out that his father-in-law had all along intended to gift him with the blade, which was precisely why he had so high demands for it. His father-in-law would not have the defender of his daughter have anything but the best. To this day, Garet keeps the weapon at his side, using it both in his duties and as a testament to his will.

Garet had presented Iceni with the ring he had found upon the border during the marriage ceremony. She in turn had presented him with a ring of her own. Unlike the work she usually did, which was intricate and often nearly ornate, the ring she gave him was quite plain. It was a narrow band of gray Iron, angled cuts on the sides. Despite the plainness, it was clear it was of the highest craftsmanship. She said it had been in her family for untold generations. He had felt truly honored by such a gift. The moment he put it on, he felt an odd sort of tingle he could not quite place. He had shaken it off as nerves then, but over the next few days, especially during their very private honeymoon and marriage consummation, he had begun to have strange thoughts. Thoughts of ancient days and battles long past.

He had not known what to make of it at first, trying to make sense of why he was suddenly thinking of old academy lessons. With each new day, he began to make more and more sense of those battles, seeing patterns he had never before seen. He had not shared his sudden revelations with his wife, somehow knowing she would not understand. By the time their honeymoon was over and he had to return to his duties on the border, he had gained a considerably better understanding of ancient tactics, some of them centuries, if not eons old.

Once back on the border, he had more time to think on the revolutionary combat theories. Some he used when commanding the small patrols he led, others he brought to his immediate superiors. The end result was a much more effective border control. At first, that was all that happened. But eventually notice of this moved higher up in the chain of command, inevitably ending up in the hands of someone who knew more, someone well-versed in ancient history. Someone who recognized the ancient tactics for what they were and what it meant. Within two days of that connection being made, he had been brought before the regional commander and the personal representative of the Empress, may she live forever. They told him exactly what had to be going on, eventually helping him figure out that the ring had to be a relic and that he had become an evoker. He was immediately assigned to a special training regimen to not only ensure that he could use his relic properly, but that he was utterly loyal to the Empress, may she live forever.

The first round of evoker training only barely finished in time for him to come home for the predicted birth time for his firstborn. In fact, she was born the night after he got back home. In their many letters they had arrived on the name of Shara. Prior to going home, he had submitted a request for his wife and child to be permitted to join him in the capital. He got notice of the permission being granted just two days after the birth. Her shock upon discovering the truth of her family’s minor heirloom was palpable. At first she had been miffed about him not explaining earlier, but understood that he had wanted to do so in person. She was overjoyed at the fact that he would be playing such an important part in the empire and that would live in the Capital. After they made it to their new home, the three of them celebrated alone before he returned to his duty.

Eventually Garet’s training completed. As befitted an Imperial evoker of talents like his, he had to move around many times, going where his abilities could benefit the empire the most. When going up against minor things like bandits and outlaws, she sometimes came along, but more often she stayed in their home in the capital. He was on a longer assignment in a more dangerous zone, having been away for many months when an imperial messenger reached him with the notification that he was going to be a father once more. When those news spread around the camp, a small celebration was formed and there was much happiness despite the grim nature of their assignment. He did not know whether it was chance or something else, but the next day the relic granted him a particularly devious tactic, letting him crush the opposition in one fell swoop. As he was a god-fearing man, his commanding officer sent him home to be with his wife during the final weeks of her pregnancy. The commander did not have any fair reason to keep him there in any case.

Arriving home he found that his second child, a son, had already been born. However, Iceni had waited for Garet to return before naming the child. Together they named him Elyias. Having received word that their parents truly wanted to have more time with their grandchildren, they both put in a request to imperial command to be allowed to move back there. It took very little time for the request to be granted, provided he make himself available for assignments in the future. In the Empire, it was common belief that none should mess with family. It simply wasn’t done.

For nine years Garet let his sword hang upon the wall, keeping to practice blades for his exercises. His days were spent as much helping his father-in-law craft blades and tools as it was dictating his tactics to a scribe, for though he had learned much in his years, he still could not compose scholars’ script. During these years time they both lived happily, having another child after a few years, naming her Lyra, as well as running a flourishing shop in their home city. The Iron Band, his relic, was not satisfied with this complacency. It wanted more. With each year of idleness, it lashed out more and more frequently, absorbing memories left and right. Towards the end, Garet had trouble functioning at all. In fact, Iceni had to send a message to imperial command to get help to figure out what was happening to him. Many high imperial officials came, some evokers, others not. In the end they determined that he had to use the skills granted by the relic or suffer as he now did. This devastated the till-then blissful Iceni, but she knew there was only one choice. Sending him directly to the Field of Bones once more, he was put in charge first of a squad, then of a company and finally a battalion. With each engagement, more and more of his old self returned.

Eventually, once fully back to himself, he got two choices, return home and risk it all happening again, or serve the empire and not risk that. The choice was simple. He offered once more to take up his old blade on the condition that his wife and children be permitted to accompany him wherever he was assigned. Imperial command said they’d have it no other way and sent him to a recently built city situated at the foot of the Karak Claw Mountains. It did not make much sense to him or his family, but he had no doubt they knew what they were doing.

Once there, he was officially promoted and given command of the entire tactical department there. He was, he soon realized, essentially in command of several legions of the Imperial army. Many, many times more than he had ever commanded before.

Personality/motivation: Garet is an honorable man who believes that everybody deserves a chance, he is fiercely loyal to the empress and his nation, he is kind and understanding and he can be sympathetic, but perhaps what he's truly loyal too and his true motivation is his family. He loves his child and his wife with a passion and will do anything for them.
Relations: N/a (Atleast with the players)
Final Point - Secrets:
Theme Song:N/a

Star Wars - Rise of Crusade

Lucina

As Lucina walked out of her meeting with the council it was Airus who approached her, she was not in the mood to be ambushed after speaking with the masters but she gave him the answers he wanted. "The masters will meet and delegate what our plan is." She sighed and found herself drifting out of the temple attempting to call up a taxi with her datapad, when the taxi showed up she left Airus with some parting words her voice maintaining the Jedi calm she lacked on Abridon. "I wouldn't get your hopes up just yet, besides this sith lord probably already slipped away." And with that she took her seat in the taxi and it took off heading towards the senate.

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Vera

As Vera opened up her mouth to speak again one of her aides walked in and spoke about one of the senators from Kuat being ill and the defense council. "I will go." She said and turned towards Lord Crusade. "You will come with me just in case." She told Lord Crusade her voice firm, she had to admit commanding around Lord Crusade was kind of fun it would be best to try not to get used to it.

Leaving her office with the Aide in tow she walked through the halls and found herself in the room with the defense council who were just taking their seats. Taking the center seat normally reserved for the Kuati senator she looked towards the door where the people coming in to speak their mind would enter when the others were ready she spoke her voice a octave higher than usual. "Send them in." She said, straightening looking very much like a queen upon a throne.

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You guys forgot Benny i know it's kinda implied that the courier killed him but if he didn't Benny's in possession of the chip and Yes man and can make a vegas with the tops tribe in charge.

TCQ'S Fandom Hunt (Male characters requested~)

If you got the time i wouldn't mind doing the fallout or left 4 dead theme with you.

Why are dwarves so unpopular?

Dwarves aren't played because people want to be what they can't be and that is perfect. Elves are easily considered a "Perfect" race, humans can be made "Perfect" but dwarves are gruff, dirty, and loud mouthed drunkards so thus far from that perfection sterotype.

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I will probably have a idea of what i'm doing and a cs to show it by Monday. The holidays have me pinned down.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

UserName: Enalais

Character name:Korgal Vorinclex

Age: Seems to be around twenty but in reality is centuries old.
Mageblood type:Enalais

Favoured Magic Class:Cyromancy
Previous Magic training: N/a

Race: Orc

Appearance:

Apperance

He has whip scars all along his back from his time as a slave to a innkeeper.

Short Bio:Korgal was born to a small orc tribe in the north, his mother was a seer and his father was a warrior who left shortly after the boys birth. While Korgal never knew his father all that well, his mother spoke highly of him, the great warrior Karnage. He used to go to bed at night dreaming of being great like his father, dreaming that one day he would meet his father and they could fight together.

Korgal grew up like his mother he cared for people, and cherished all life. He lived a pretty carefree childhood, it was shortly after his thirteenth birthday in the dead of winter, that another tribe threatened their way of life. It started with small harassing raids then it esclated. It ended with them attacking the tribe and killing many, the great warrior that was his father was still nowhere to be found nor did he interfere on behalf of the tribe. The raiders enslaved his mother and some of the other females and they tried to catch the young orcling.

They chased him out into the wilderness nearby and eventually pinned the boy against a frozen lake. Korgal had two choices attempt to run across the frozen lake, or be taken prisoner, choosing the first option the boy ran across the lake. He didn't even make it halfway before the ice cracked and broke under the orcling. The cold took the boy, what happened next he couldn't explain but he reached out with his mind and he froze the whole lake encasing himself in ice like a tomb.

The lake remained frozen for centuries all season round, people spoke of it being cursed, others spoke of a sad tale. But as time moves on legends and stories are forgotten and things change. A town had recently been established not far from the lake and the orclings now abandoned tribal lands. And a few men from the town decided for an ice fishing trip, as soon as the ice was cut the lake returned to normal and the orcling found himself gasping for air on the surface of the lake.

When the villagers pulled him from the water they asked all of these questions that the orcling did not understand nor did he care to listen, running back to his home he found that his tribal lands had long since been overgrown and nothing remained of his home, it's said that his cries echoed for miles around the centuries old orc had lost everything he loved and now he was alone with strange pink men.

The squishy pink men brought him to their tribal homes, their buildings were strange. They all argued about what to do with the orc, he didn't understand their language he was confused. Later he would understand that some of the more racist people within the town wanted him dead and the others wanted him to live amongst them. One of villagers a innkeeper stood up for Korgal and offered to take him in.

He couldn't understand the man, but his daughter spoke the orcish tribal trade language. He understood her and through her the innkeeper spoke to Korgal. The daughter was a kind girl she showed Korgal kindness and compassion, it wasn't an alien concept to Korgal who returned his kindness back to the girl and his new adoptive family by bringing in flowers to decorate the inn every week. The innkeeper on the other hand was a violent and cruel man who used Korgal as a over glorified bar maid and bouncer, when the orc didn't respond the orc was whipped with a massive bull whip he barrowed from the farmer. But still Korgal was grateful to him for giving him a home and didn't fight back.

Korgal spent eight years in the inn, his body finally aging the way it should be after being frozen in ice, during those eight years he had learned to speak the pink skins language, they called themselves humans. Most of the humans in the town have come to accept the orc as their own with the execption of the innkeeper and some of his closest friends. During a busy time in the inn Korgal made a mistake an spilled some drinks, instead of understanding the innkeeper grabbed his big bullwhip and went for the orc. Fed up of her fathers treatment of Korgal his daughter took a stand and took a nasty lash meant for the orc, it was at this moment the kind orc faded away replaced with the beserkers of old, grabbing the whip mid lash he pulled the innkeeper by it and began to beat the inn keeper, his fists taking on that of solid ice making them into deadly weapons. But the fact that this man took him in stopped Korgal from killing him.

The town shocked about what happened, and shocked about the orc manfiesting the ability to use magic the town convened to discuss the orcs fate. When they were done they told the orc about the college and said he could go there if he wished, or he could stay in town with someone else. Feeling bad for what he did the orc left heading to this mysterious college and his new life.

Good Attributes: Korgal is a kind and sweet orc he loves everybody he meets and is quick to make friends, his loyalty to his friends is a good trait as well as a bad trait he will keep his friends safe until the end but he can easily be manipulated by people through his loyalty.

Bad Attributes: Going back to his loyalty, he also will not fight any living thing unless it's hurt one of his friends, he isn't easily provoked for an orc and his peaceful ways tend to get him into all sorts of troubles.

Secret Word: Rebirth

The Relics

Garet

Name: Garet Havarr
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Faction/Allegiance: Kalesian Empire
Relic Description:
The Iron Band: The band has the memories and thoughts of thousands of long since dead generals. So this relic makes Garet quite the tactician and strategist. But the downside is he hears all of their voices inside his head, their thoughts are his thoughts, his memories are now their memories. And the Iron band uses this as well to it's advantage. The Band requires a constant feed of memories to it and it stores these memories like a bank, if not fed it will take memories and replace them with the memories of some stored into the ring. Giving those who wield it new memories comes at quite the shock, but if the wielder is not careful, it can make him forget himself. It also seems that this ring feeds off of victory and battle,
Appearance:
Image

Flaws: Without the iron band Garet is just about average at leadership, he is a man of honor even if it comes back to bite him, he will not lie, kill an unarmed opponent, he has a weakness for women and will often go out of his way to help them, his ultimate weakness is his family if his wife or child were to get hurt he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Skills: Garet is a master of the blade the blade is an extension of his arm and he is known as a master of death with it, he's a fair shot with a bow and arrow, and even though he is trained in mounted combat he prefers to walk.

Biography: Born to parents that were either too poor or didn't care about him, Garet was abandoned, left on the steps of the Goddess' Sanctuary shortly after being born, who willingly took him in. The next six years he spent in that sanctuary along with other orphans and foundlings, being given the rudimentary education and upbringing any child deserved according to the priests and priestesses. A priestess named Alvera took the boy under her wing, teaching the boy how to set up the altar of the Goddess and to care for his fellow man, as well as some on how to care for the sick and bandage wounds.

It was in the shadow of the goddess’ holy symbol that the boy learned about faith. He couldn’t read the Holy scripture, but he didn’t need to in order to understand that she truly cared for him. His belief in the goddess made Garet the man he is today, transforming him from a child into a believer in honor and fair treatment. What he learned at the sanctuary formed the foundations of who Garet is. He was ready and willing to devote his life to the sanctuary, but fate had something else in store for him. A lord and lady, sadly unblessed by the goddess with children of their own came to the sanctuary seeking to follow the time-honored imperial tradition of adoption. Alvera spoke on the boy’s behalf, speaking highly of him hoping to get him the future she thought he deserved. Likewise, other priests and priestesses spoke highly of other children, but in the end, the lord and lady chose Garet, taking him home with them.

Discarding the name the sanctuary had given him, the boy took on his adoptive fathers last name. His father gave the boy a tutor, who taught him the two ways of reading and writing, the first way was simple and for civilian use, the second way was so the boy can get into more advanced writings and academics. Both seemed to help the boy grow, but the boy did not have the head for scholars’ writing. When the boy reached his tenth birthday the lord interfered directly and started teaching the boy how to fight. First with his hands, then with sticks and finally with training blades. When the boy reached twelve years old his father sent away to a military academy for proper training with some of the best instructors to be had anywhere.

The military academy ran Garet through the ringer. There seemed to be no rest no end to the training. Every day he woke up with a new bruise and a new ache, a new round of studying resumed. The boys and girls within his class were expected to learn not only how to fight, but also the finer details of combat tactics and battlefield logistics. Following each theory lesson was a physical session and visa versa. It was in these lessons that Garet showed a marked preference and aptitude for the much more flexible leather armor and the glaive, but the boy still practiced the sword on the side. After a year, one of the instructors took a personal interest in Garet and taught the boy how to master the blade. Garet made it his weapon of choice, even though he keeps his glaive close by. One thing he has learned is that it never hurts to have an extra option. His academy training lasted until the boy was a man of seventeen years, and he only returned home a few days each year, often being taken away from the academy for months at a time to train in the field. When the academy released him from its ranks, he came home for good, but that proved short-lived, as he missed the army life and formally joined the military a few months later.

On his 18th birthday the boy left home and the academy for life in the military, posted on the border with Kalnach near the field of bones. Even though he never stood out from other junior officers, his superiors soon ensured that he found himself leading small patrols into the field of bones. They also sent him on patrols into the nearby villages, dealing with petty disputes and searching for Kalnachi spies. Occasionally they would deal with small bandit packs and little groups of outlaws, but that was always uneventful. The Border was quiet the whole time, with neither Kalnach nor the Empire willing to commit to a full-scale war, satisfied with sitting quietly watching each other and running minor skirmishes.

Whenever he was granted a small amount of leave he returned home to his family, for though he enjoyed army life, he also missed his family. It was here where he met his future wife, Iceni. He fell in love with her on first sight. When he glimpsed her, he knew he had to get close to her, but was afraid to do so. That was the only time Garet had ever felt real fear since the earliest lessons at the academy. When he walked towards her, he made a fool of himself knocking people over and tripping over his feet, so her first impression of him was not very flattering. Many would have thought him a drunkard. Fortunately, she realized he was not a drunkard, but was actually just a clumsy fool. She thought his appearance comely and wasn’t used to men tripping over themselves trying to woo her. What exactly prompted her to give him a chance he never figured out, but give him a chance she did. Garet spent most of his spare time trying to win her heart. It took him a good while to do so, but by the time he did it, he had mere days left before he had to return to the Field of Bones.

Garet spent most of the next year on the border, rarely having time to return home to his beloved, but he took every chance he could to do so, for he missed his beloved Iceni deeply. When he could not visit, he sent messages and letters, continuing his courtship despite believing he had won her heart. Though the army was strict, they would not dare to offend the goddess by keeping lovers apart. When he, upon an extended patrol in the field of bones found a ring, he saw it as a sign from the goddess. He contacted his immediate superiors, giving them his reasons for requesting leave. As loyal servants of the Empress and firm believers in the Goddess, they did not hesitate to grant it to him.

Not truly sure he had won her heart, he dared not propose till he was sure. He wooed her for several weeks more before proposing. She made his every dream come true by accepting. As was tradition for couples that were to be wedded, each had to do a task for the family of the other to prove their love and commitment. What Iceni had to do he did not know, but Garet had to craft a sword that would live up to his soon-to-be father-in-law’s standards. As he was no trained smith, that was no easy feat. Garet had learned the basics of smithing in the past, but crafting a high-quality sword was no easy feat. For two weeks, he barely left the forge at all, eating and sleeping therein. His persistence was such that eventually several of the master smiths in the city took pity on him, giving him the advice he needed to finish the task. The sword he presented to Iceni’s father was of the utmost quality, not on the level of a master smith, but far above that of an amateur.

With both their tasks complete, the priests and priestesses performed the formal marriage ceremony, which turned into a celebration for more than half the city. It was, after all, not every month someone in the local nobility married. In irony, it turned out that his father-in-law had all along intended to gift him with the blade, which was precisely why he had so high demands for it. His father-in-law would not have the defender of his daughter have anything but the best. To this day, Garet keeps the weapon at his side, using it both in his duties and as a testament to his will.

Garet had presented Iceni with the ring he had found upon the border during the marriage ceremony. She in turn had presented him with a ring of her own. Unlike the work she usually did, which was intricate and often nearly ornate, the ring she gave him was quite plain. It was a narrow band of gray Iron, angled cuts on the sides. Despite the plainness, it was clear it was of the highest craftsmanship. She said it had been in her family for untold generations. He had felt truly honored by such a gift. The moment he put it on, he felt an odd sort of tingle he could not quite place. He had shaken it off as nerves then, but over the next few days, especially during their very private honeymoon and marriage consummation, he had begun to have strange thoughts. Thoughts of ancient days and battles long past.

He had not known what to make of it at first, trying to make sense of why he was suddenly thinking of old academy lessons. With each new day, he began to make more and more sense of those battles, seeing patterns he had never before seen. He had not shared his sudden revelations with his wife, somehow knowing she would not understand. By the time their honeymoon was over and he had to return to his duties on the border, he had gained a considerably better understanding of ancient tactics, some of them centuries, if not eons old.

Once back on the border, he had more time to think on the revolutionary combat theories. Some he used when commanding the small patrols he led, others he brought to his immediate superiors. The end result was a much more effective border control. At first, that was all that happened. But eventually notice of this moved higher up in the chain of command, inevitably ending up in the hands of someone who knew more, someone well-versed in ancient history. Someone who recognized the ancient tactics for what they were and what it meant. Within two days of that connection being made, he had been brought before the regional commander and the personal representative of the Empress, may she live forever. They told him exactly what had to be going on, eventually helping him figure out that the ring had to be a relic and that he had become an evoker. He was immediately assigned to a special training regimen to not only ensure that he could use his relic properly, but that he was utterly loyal to the Empress, may she live forever.

The first round of evoker training only barely finished in time for him to come home for the predicted birth time for his firstborn. In fact, she was born the night after he got back home. In their many letters they had arrived on the name of Shara. Prior to going home, he had submitted a request for his wife and child to be permitted to join him in the capital. He got notice of the permission being granted just two days after the birth. Her shock upon discovering the truth of her family’s minor heirloom was palpable. At first she had been miffed about him not explaining earlier, but understood that he had wanted to do so in person. She was overjoyed at the fact that he would be playing such an important part in the empire and that would live in the Capital. After they made it to their new home, the three of them celebrated alone before he returned to his duty.

Eventually Garet’s training completed. As befitted an Imperial evoker of talents like his, he had to move around many times, going where his abilities could benefit the empire the most. When going up against minor things like bandits and outlaws, she sometimes came along, but more often she stayed in their home in the capital. He was on a longer assignment in a more dangerous zone, having been away for many months when an imperial messenger reached him with the notification that he was going to be a father once more. When those news spread around the camp, a small celebration was formed and there was much happiness despite the grim nature of their assignment. He did not know whether it was chance or something else, but the next day the relic granted him a particularly devious tactic, letting him crush the opposition in one fell swoop. As he was a god-fearing man, his commanding officer sent him home to be with his wife during the final weeks of her pregnancy. The commander did not have any fair reason to keep him there in any case.

Arriving home he found that his second child, a son, had already been born. However, Iceni had waited for Garet to return before naming the child. Together they named him Elyias. Having received word that their parents truly wanted to have more time with their grandchildren, they both put in a request to imperial command to be allowed to move back there. It took very little time for the request to be granted, provided he make himself available for assignments in the future. In the Empire, it was common belief that none should mess with family. It simply wasn’t done.

For nine years Garet let his sword hang upon the wall, keeping to practice blades for his exercises. His days were spent as much helping his father-in-law craft blades and tools as it was dictating his tactics to a scribe, for though he had learned much in his years, he still could not compose scholars’ script. During these years time they both lived happily, having another child after a few years, naming her Lyra, as well as running a flourishing shop in their home city. The Iron Band, his relic, was not satisfied with this complacency. It wanted more. With each year of idleness, it lashed out more and more frequently, absorbing memories left and right. Towards the end, Garet had trouble functioning at all. In fact, Iceni had to send a message to imperial command to get help to figure out what was happening to him. Many high imperial officials came, some evokers, others not. In the end they determined that he had to use the skills granted by the relic or suffer as he now did. This devastated the till-then blissful Iceni, but she knew there was only one choice. Sending him directly to the Field of Bones once more, he was put in charge first of a squad, then of a company and finally a battalion. With each engagement, more and more of his old self returned.

Eventually, once fully back to himself, he got two choices, return home and risk it all happening again, or serve the empire and not risk that. The choice was simple. He offered once more to take up his old blade on the condition that his wife and children be permitted to accompany him wherever he was assigned. Imperial command said they’d have it no other way and sent him to a recently built city situated at the foot of the Karak Claw Mountains. It did not make much sense to him or his family, but he had no doubt they knew what they were doing.

Once there, he was officially promoted and given command of the entire tactical department there. He was, he soon realized, essentially in command of several legions of the Imperial army. Many, many times more than he had ever commanded before.

Personality/motivation: Garet is an honorable man who believes that everybody deserves a chance, he is fiercely loyal to the empress and his nation, he is kind and understanding and he can be sympathetic, but perhaps what he's truly loyal too and his true motivation is his family. He loves his child and his wife with a passion and will do anything for them.
Relations: N/a (Atleast with the players)
Final Point - Secrets:
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Star Wars - A Grim Hope

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