Denalz

Plague of the North

Oh, I figured you kept them all on a pinterest board somewhere. If you don't have a pinterest account for RP yet, you really should consider getting one.

Plague of the North

Orwen of Sudernlan

A chant from the Deserts in the South, where he frequently visits..
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Orwen's brown-reddish hair is his most defining feature alongside his beard. He has no out of the ordinary features and blends in perfectly well, although his ears are slightly bigger than most others' ears. His jawline is chiseled and, if it were visible, would be classified as an attractive and good looking jawline. His cheeks are somewhat thick and round, as Orwen eats well.

His body is average, nothing overly muscled but not fat either. A layer of fat prevents his muscles from shining through, but then again for a man like Orwen, muscles are not his weapon. Fear, influence and contacts are, and somehow his access to all these tools shine through in his appearance. Anyone looking at him will realize, even if they don't know him, this man is influential in a bad way.

Orwen dresses richly, dressing mostly in nice looking tunics, clothen pants with nice linings and trims and knee-high boots. Over his tunic he usually wears a leather jerkin, adorned with nice looking metal pieces, but those are mostly ornate. Over all that he'd wear a woollen cloak, for warmth and comfort, whenever he travels.

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【Full Name】
Master Orwen of Sudernlan

【Alias】
“Master”, “Woden”, “Brown”, “Thé Southerner”

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
29

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Southarbour, though many seem to think he is from the deserts far to the South.

【Nation/Allegiance】
Now, allegiance would infer loyalty, and Orwen isn't loyal to anyone but himself.

【Profession】
Slave trader, investor and general contact for all things illegal and dangerous.

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【Personality】

Now, Orwen isn't exactly a very friendly person, but that doesn't mean he never smiles.. He just smiles at things that others' don't smile at, such as the cry of a 2 year old baby being sold to some fat old man who lives in a castle somewhere, who has need of the babies mother. Or perhaps he would smile at the death of a man who attempted to double-cross him, to steal coin out of his pocket when everyone knew that that coin was rightfully Orwens' coin. Maybe Orwen would even smile at, say.. a slave being raped in the dead of the night, before she were to be tossed back into her shed. He would smile and say “Such is the way of life, big fish eat small fish..” while rubbing together the coins he had just been paid for the slave.

And that defines Orwen in a nutshell: a kill or be killed mentality, where everything is allowed to gain profit, survival or pleasure. Normally a pretty interesting personality trait but even more so when placed in the hands of someone who sees money in everything; yes, when you're talking about a person who would sell their own mother you're talking about Orwen of Sudernlan, who has not enslaved his own mother, but has most certainly enslaved rowdy familymembers and sold them to a filthy merchant who needed a rowingman. Or five, because ofcourse Orwen isn't evil enough to leave the children without father.. But oh, there is certainly the rumour that he's sold his own mother and Orwen hasn't attempted to disprove this statement. Fear is a powerful tool, he says.

With slavery bussiness comes a sadistic personality, if not from birth then it will certainly grow on you as you whip slaves into a line, smack them into a cage or backhand them into their shed. He's frequently taken to the prisons and slave sheds to pick an unwilling target and experiment on them, and when he says experiment he means torture them for no goal other than personal pleasure. “Experimental science” it's called, and there's always a black market to be found for some crazy person in the north who wishes to sacrifice to his gods, or some sinner in the south who wants to copulate with a dead body. Ask and you shall receive; if there's no supply then Orwen takes great pleasure in assuring that there is a supply created for you! All it takes is some fun nights in the cellar and boom! You have a dead body ready for sale.

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【History】
Orwen was truthfully born in Southarbour, though he'd hate to admit it. The place reeks of slaves, piss and shit and Orwen absolutely detests having to stay there, even if he's earning coin. His father was a poor sod, always drunk in the local inn getting it on with whores and perhaps a goat or horse if he felt like it. The relationship with his father was.. shortlived, as his father got skewered on a blade by a guardsman after the tenth time being caught satisfying himself with a local farmers' cow. As a result of his untimely death, Orwen spent most his years under tutelage of the local lowlifes, his mother not caring enough to keep him indoors. He was barely 8 when he started stealing for “the Boar”, a man that had cut more throats than he had children. He had a lot of children.

With age he rose through the ranks and as he came of age at the age of 16 he was granted leave from the mans 'company' to start his own company, franchising mostly in “goods otherwise unattainable” and his offers to clients mostly included smuggling stuff around. It wasn't until much later, when he accidentally happened upon a cheap slave girl, barely 16, that he decided on extending into slavery. Given that he'd handled a smuggling bussiness before he certainly had the fleet to undertake a slavery bussiness.

As a starting slave trader, Orwen took some years to learn the trade, but quickly became the number 1 slave trader in the entire known world, having a vast collection of suppliers and buyers. As such, if you ever wished to get “dirt” on someone, Orwen likely knew a thing or two about this person that were, say, damaging to their name. His collection of suppliers ranged from Southern deserts, to the kingdom of Dawn, to even Vahilian outlaws who sold him captured victims. As such he could get you any type of man, woman or child - ebony colored, pale skinned, dark eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, strong, beautiful, ugly or weak, mentally broken and submissive or slaves prone to bouts of uproars - the perfect slave fighter. These slaves were managed by a grand fleet of aproximately 20 ships, some small and some large enough to rival Dawnish fleets, although they always made sure to act as if they were merchants. Pair that with a wide range of bribeable officials in every major city, and you can understand why Orwen is so good at what he does.

As the years passed he amassed a fortune and stopped interfering too much personally in the bussiness, only taking a glimpse every now and then to see if he was still making profits. Currently he resides atop his mountain of coins in his private estate, somewhere on the coast between Southarbour and Sovereign, looking over the ocean while sipping on wine, watching vessels of his own fleet sail to and fro, while a slave girl or two prepare his bath. Life is good. For him, anyway..

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【Skills and Abilities】
Orwen can be very charismatic and has been trained, over the years, in talking himself and others out of things, but also in appeasing entire groups by making empty, often meaningless promises. Besides that he also possess a very rich set of contacts and information, something unrivalled throughout the kingdom (although the kings spymasters wish it weren't so). This is not neccesarily a skill or an ability, but they are certainly a way to access skills and abilities of others. Something equally as important. Besides he can swing a mace or flail pretty well and it doesn't take much skill to jam a dagger up someones skull.

Besides that, did I mention he's the biggest funder for the Consano? Money is a skill, too. Atleast if you ask Orwen.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
Orwen has a nice looking flail hanging on his left hip, attached to a loop of leather hanging from his belt. Besides that he's hidden a dagger in his left innerpocket.

Magical Spells
Magic is for entertainment slaves only. Juggle, juggle, girl!

@Partisan

Two things...

1: Excellent character sheet. It was an entertaining read to be sure!

2: Can I get the link to your DeviantArt stash? You had made the offer to Rivaan earlier. I don't really like my picture and the ones you have selected seem to fit very well with this genre.

Plague of the North

You sneaky sneaky person. I wonder what schemes are going through your head :3

Edit: so @Fat Boy Kyle will you be bringing a character on the adventure, or you will be just a story teller?

@rivaan

I have also wondered about this. Are Sir Chester and Lady Buxton ccoming with us? Or are they simply arranging this expedition? By the way, thanks for adding more detail on the religious side of things. Interesting that there is no book of scripture.

Seems so :3

@rivaan

Awesome ;)

Plague of the North

So, out of curiosity, how many characters are we looking for?

And on a side note... Am I the only American in this group so far?

Plague of the North

Burn the boat. Abandon ship. Swim back.

@Partisan

I think we'd better abandon ship BEFORE we burn it, lol.

Plague of the North

Perhaps even a spell-weaving stranger, from the Grey Isles.

@Uffizi

The Grey Isles seem like a pretty cool place. I hope the RP spends some time there at some point.

Plague of the North

@Denalz I actually think it'd be more interesting if we have little muscle, forcing us to come up with... interesting ideas to deal with threats. :p

@Partisan

Maybe so. But I can tell you right now that my character is likely going to get the heck outta dodge when trouble starts. Something about barely breaking 110lbs (50kg). Maybe someone else will be a bit more brave.

Plague of the North

<Snipped quote by Denalz>

Lol yup. This is the A-team for defeating zombies!

Seriously though, I like how not everyone is some massive axe wielding giant screaming "Bar-bar-bar-bar!" This makes it real interesting, ya know!

@Torack

I agree. Just need a bit more muscle at this point is all. I'm a but concerned that my character isn't going to get approved by Chester and Buxton (Spelling?). We shall see.

Hey, it wont be a problem if I post the incomplete sheet here and finish it later right?

@rivaan

Please post it now! I have to get to bed soon but I want to see what kind of characters we will be working with!

Plague of the North

Sarah Mane

Character Theme – [url=]Faithful Healer[/url]
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Sarah is a petite woman with slender hands which have turned rough with her recent years of mission work. Her hair, which is light like the sun, is kept in a long thick braid that reaches just beyond her navel. Her skin is pale as she has lived the majority of her life sheltered by the roof of a library or house of study. Her features are severe with a chiseled jaw line and large amber eyes. Her clothes are simple, but high quality, as she has enjoyed the funding of her rich father in law. She wears thick wool covered in animal skins. Her undergarments are made of fine leather which keep her warm in the harsh Northern winters.
 
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【Name】
Sarah Mane
 
【Alias】
The Healer
 
【Gender】
Female
 
【Age】
21
 
【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Lion’s Keep

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Dawn

【Profession】
 Healer and Missionary
 
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【Personality】
 
Sarah is a highly opinionated young woman with a serious attitude. Driven, disciplined, and well spoken, she puts her talents to use in the interest of gaining followers for the Church of Light. She was educated in the capital of Dawn, trained in the tradition of healing arts among other things. This healing aptitude compliments her need to be needed, but oddly enough she is not the most compassionate person. As she is stoic herself, she expects self control from her patients and has left it up to her husband to be the nurturer in her practice.

Despite her petite figure, Sarah is a force to be reckoned with among civilized people. Unrelenting and convicted, she is not one to keep silent when she witnesses cruelty or injustice. Though she is headstrong, she is also perceptive of her limitations and those of others. Because of this, she will push just hard enough to set the stone rolling in the “right” direction, without risking it falling back upon herself.

What motivates Sarah more than anything is her desire for holiness. She is intimately acquainted with the word of the God of Light and uses these scriptures as a measuring stick for her thoughts and actions. A perfectionist by nature, no one is harder on Sarah than she is on herself. Guilt is the name of her inner demon, and she will wrestle with him for all her earthly life.
 
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【History】
Sarah was born into a learned family in the Dawn city of Lion’s Keep. Her father is a professor of astronomy and her mother was a healer before she died suddenly when Sarah was about fourteen. Following in her mother’s footsteps, she began studying the healing arts with great discipline and earned recognition as a prodigious and competent practitioner at the age of eighteen. She has used this talent to aid those seeking mercy at the temple of the God of Light. Though she was raised “In the Light”, Sarah has lead a particularly devout life and her degree of conviction has been taken to an extreme which her own family find off-putting. When her father was caught in an extra-marital affair following the death of his late wife, Sarah threatened him with exposure if he did not repent and forsake his sinful relationship. His hypocrisy, rather than his indiscretion, is what wounded Sarah the most.

Sarah was married under the Church of Light to her childhood sweetheart when she was nineteen. His name was Cavil, and he had been groomed for a life of servitude to the God of Light. Cavil’s wealthy father is a Deacon in the great temple at Lion’s Keep. Shortly after their marriage, Sarah and her husband were sponsored by his father for a mission to the Northern Lands. Their purpose for the past 3 years had been to spread the doctrine of the Church of Light to the depraved souls of the North. During this time Sarah continued to grow as a healer and experienced great usefulness as a navigator since her father taught her the secrets of the stars. This is not the limit of her skill as she is well versed in other subjects such as writing, arithmetic, and law.

Sarah and her husband had spent the past several months in a village south of Titus. This being the farthest North they had ever ventured. The hostility of these weather-worn people was neutralized by their desperate need for healers, though many remained resistant to the God of Light’s message. During this stay, frantic word had spread of a plague which was coursing south across the Celtobar Peninsular. Sarah is horrified to recall how she had arrogantly anticipated the plague’s arrival. She had lofty visions of the humility the experience would bring upon the wild and obstinate people she had been trying to reason with for so long. She believed that with all of her knowledge, she would be able to stop this terror, and all those who had been spared would recognize the great power of The God of Light. Sarah even went so far as to wonder if the God of Light himself had sent this plague for this very purpose.

Less than a week ago, Sarah returned home from prayer to the cheap hovel she and Cavil had rented from a town official. It had been Cavil’s day to look after the sick while Sarah enjoyed some much needed meditation. When she entered the house however, Cavil was lying in front of the hearth, gasping. She rushed across the room and turned his heavy body toward her. What she saw was horrifying. His skin was dark, as though he were bruised from head to toe. His veins bulged from under his flesh and Sarah could see the dangerously slow pulse ripple through his frame. She called to him, but he did not answer her with his customary “Precious”. What came out instead was a snarl. Where once had been the most loving eyes, pools of hatred and a deep desperate hunger stared back at her.

The next morning, Sarah watched the body of her husband burn upon a humble pyre. Cavil and seven other villagers who had not been armed at the time of their loved one’s turning lay bound in dark sacks. The sick-house itself had been barricaded from the outside and burned to the ground. Those inside had died as something far short of human beings. As she watched the flames engulf her love, the human part of Sarah threatened to die as well. What evil spirit had taken hold of her life? How could the God of Light deem permissible this nightmare? Though she had no answer, and her faith threatened to blow into the icy wind with the ashes of her husband, Sarah set her feet toward the Cross Roads, where it was rumored she might find the truth.
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【Skills and Abilities】
 The majority of Sarah’s usefulness lies in her education and healing prowess. Raised by a professor, Sarah is versed in reading, writing, arithmetic, astronomy, language, and law. Her true talent however lies in the science of healing. Though she is not magic, in Lion’s Keep she had quite the reputation for surgical quality.

Sarah can be quite persuasive when she chooses to be. Though she has been known to occasionally let her passion get the best of her, she is careful not to press one beyond the limits of his patience. As far as fighting is concerned, Sarah was trained by her intermediate husband to use her two knives proficiently. Though she is not a fighter, she skilled in basic self defense and is an expert avoider of danger. This is a fancy way of saying she knows how to run and hide.
 
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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Weapons/Tools
 Sarah possesses no magic. She prefers to place her trust in scientific advances much like her countrymen. In general she is suspicious of magic and feels that those who use it are out for themselves alone. She carries with her a heavy pack which contains various instruments and medicines. These tools are the most valuable effects Sarah owns and she guards them carefully. As far as weapons go, she carries a long knife strapped to her side. She also carries a small knife which is haltered to her thigh and hidden beneath her skirt. Both blades are poisoned with paralytic agents that Sarah makes herself from flowers.

Magical Spells
None.

Plague of the North

Sarah the Healer

Faithful Healer
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Sarah is a petite woman with slender hands which have turned rough with her recent years of mission work. Her hair, which is light like the sun, is kept in a long thick braid that reaches just beyond her navel. Her skin is pale as she has lived the majority of her life sheltered by the roof of a library or house of study. Her features are severe with a chiseled jaw line and large amber eyes. Her clothes are simple, but high quality, as she has enjoyed the funding of her rich father in law. She wears thick wool covered in animal skins. Her undergarments are made of fine leather which keep her warm in the harsh Northern winters.

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【Full Name】
Sarah Mane

【Alias】
The Healer

【Gender】
Female

【Age】
21

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Lion's Keep

【Nation/Allegiance】
Kingdom of Dawn

【Profession】
Missionary and Healer

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【Personality】

Sarah is a highly opinionated young woman with a severe attitude. Driven, disciplined, and well spoken, she puts her talents to use in the interest of gaining followers for the God of Light. She was educated in the capital of Dawn, trained in the tradition of healing arts among other things. This healing aptitude compliments her need to be needed, but oddly enough she is not the most compassionate person. As she is stoic herself, she expects self control from her patients and has left it up to her husband to be the nurturer in her practice.

Despite her petite figure, Sarah is a force to be reckoned with among civilized people. Unrelenting and convicted, she is not one to keep silent when she witnesses cruelty or injustice. Though she is headstrong, she is also perceptive of her limitations and those of others. Because of this, she will push just hard enough to set the stone rolling in the “right” direction, without risking it falling back upon herself.

What motivates Sarah more than anything is her desire for holiness. She is intimately acquainted with the word of the God of Light and uses these scriptures as a measuring stick for her thoughts and actions. A perfectionist by nature, no one is harder on Sarah than she is on herself. Guilt is the name of her inner demon, and she will wrestle with him for all her earthly life.

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【History】
Sarah was born into a learned family in the Dawn city of Lion’s Keep. Her father is a professor of astronomy and her mother was a healer before she died suddenly when Sarah was about fourteen. Following in her mother’s footsteps, she began studying the healing arts with great discipline and earned recognition as a prodigious and competent practitioner at the age of seventeen. She has used this talent to aid those seeking mercy at the temple of the God of Light. Though she was raised “In the Light”, Sarah has lived a particularly devout life and her degree of conviction has been taken to an extreme which her own sisters find off-putting. When her father was caught in an extra-marital affair following the death of his late wife, Sarah threatened him with exposure if he did not repent and forsake his sinful relationship.

Sarah was married under the Church of Light to her childhood sweetheart when she was nineteen. His name was Cavil, and he had been groomed for a life of servitude to the God of Light. Cavil’s wealthy father is a Deacon in the great temple at Lion’s Keep. Shortly after their marriage, Sarah and her husband were sponsored by his father for a mission to the Northern Lands. Their purpose for the past 3 years has been to spread the doctrine of the God of Light to the depraved souls of the North. During this time Sarah continued to grow as a healer an experienced great usefulness as a navigator since her father taught her the secrets of the stars. This is not the limit of her usefulness as she is well versed in other subjects such as writing, arithmetic, and law.

Sarah and her husband had spent the past several months in a village south of Titus. This being the farthest North they had ever ventured. The hostility of these tribal people was neutralized by their desperate need for healers, though many remained resistant to the God of Light’s message. During this stay, frantic word spread of a plague which was spreading south across the Celtobar Peninsular. To this day, Sarah is horrified to remember has she had arrogantly anticipated the plague’s arrival. She had lofty visions of the humility the experience would bring upon the barbaric and obstinate people she had been trying to reason with for so long. She believed that with all of her knowledge, she would be able to stop this terror, and all those who had been spared would recognize the great power of The God of Light. Sarah even went so far as to wonder if the God of Light himself had sent this plague for this very purpose.

A few short weeks ago, Sarah returned home from prayer to the cheap hovel she and Cavil had rented from a city official. It had been Cavil’s day to look after the sick while Sarah enjoyed some much needed meditation. When she entered the house however, Cavil was lying in front of the hearth, gasping. She rushed across the room and turned his heavy body toward her. What she saw was horrifying. His skin was dark, as though he were bruised from head to toe. His veins bulged from under his flesh and Sarah could see the dangerously slow pulse ripple through his body. She called to him, but he did not answer her with his customary “Precious”. What came out instead was a snarl. Where once had been the most loving eyes Sarah had ever known, pools of hatred and a deep desperate hunger stared back at her.

The next morning, Sarah watched the body of her husband burn upon a humble pyre. Cavil and seven other villagers who had not been armed at the time of their loved one’s turning lay bound in dark sacks. The sick-house itself had been barricaded from the outside and burned to the ground. Those inside had died as something far short of human beings. Inside, the human part of Sarah threatened to die as well. What evil spirit had taken hold of her life? How could the God of Light deem permissible this nightmare? Though she had no answer, and her faith threatened to blow into the icy wind with the ashes of her husband, Sarah set her feet toward the Cross Roads, where it was rumored she might find the truth.

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【Skills and Abilities】
The majority of Sarah’s usefulness lies in her education and healing prowess. Raised by a professor, Sarah is versed in reading, writing, arithmetic, astronomy, language, and law. Her true talent however lies in the science of healing. Though she is not magic, in Lion’s Keep she had quite the reputation for surgical quality. Knowledge without wisdom is useless, but Sarah is a master of persuasion. Though she has been known to let her passion get the best of her. As far as fighting is concerned, Sarah was trained by her husband to use her two knives proficiently. Though she is not a fighter, she skilled in basic self defense and is an expert avoider of danger. This is a fancy way of saying she knows how to run and hide.

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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】
Sarah possesses no magic. She prefers to place her trust in scientific advances much like her countrymen. She carries with her a heavy pack which contains various instruments and medicines. These tools are the most valuable effects Sarah owns and she guards them carefully. As far as weapons go, she carries a long knife strapped to her side. She also carries a small knife which is haltered to her inner thigh and hidden beneath her skirt. Both blades are poisoned with paralytic agents that Sarah makes herself from flowers.


Magical Spells
None.

P.S.: I love your milkshakes!

There, this is an edited version of my CS.

Rivaan: I feel your pain about finding a good photo. I don't really like the one i found. It seems all fantasy pictures of female characters either have her decked out as a warrior, princess, or whore. Not much moderation.