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Treekle Ka'Zath

Name: Treekle Ka’zath

Age: Adult (25)

Race: Red Dwarf

Appearance: Standing at the towering height of 3’5”, Treekle has all the typical disproportions of a dwarf from his thick short limbs to his round barrel chest. Hidden underneath his crafty green eyes, rosy red cheeks, and cheery smile is a versatile and strong little man, though he lacks the intimidating aura that most dwarves carry with them, being a much jollier fellow. His head and face are covered in neatly braided red hair, of which he is quite proud and maintains semi-religiously.

He is garbed in a long white coat and brown trousers with a small red cap on his head, and gloves on his hands. For the sake of the journey Treekle has adapted into a pair of travel boots and a red cloak which matches his cap, along with a large pack to carry his different tools and other necessities.

Role: Engineer/Alchemist.
It is said that there is no matching the advancement and knowledge of the dwarven race in scientific pursuits and Treekle embodies these traits to the letter. His knowhow when it comes to pulleys, levers, and simple machines is unmatched even among the dwarves. This combined with his interest in alchemy and investigating the unknown; not to mention his station in the royal family lends him perfectly to the task of stepping through the portal. To both continue the dwarves never ending search for the golden formula, and represent his people in this new land!

Bio: Born the thirteenth son to the Dwarf King Vulgrim’s second wife, Treekle never found much companionship in his father or many brothers, half-brothers, and extended family. Hidden away underground, separated from the wider world Treekle spent his early days pouring over books or wandering the wide halls of the dwarf kingdom, searching always for that little bit of extra knowledge. Some of his more adventurous adventures led into the upper world where he learned an all new perspective.

He was a smart dwarf, but not very wise in the ways of the world, so he stumbled into danger quite often and it nearly killed him again and again. His mother realized this and in order to protect her young son’s life she had a small crossbow outfitted for him and instructed the best archers to give him a few pointers. She had many other sons and much to look after which left her little time to keep the young dwarf close by and safe. And forcing him to remain home or with a guard had proven useless, instead she opted to give him the best opportunity to protect himself. Treekle soon adapted the little bow into a far more dangerous weapon to take on his wanderings, even at the ripe young age of ten. Installing a number of modifications to make it faster, stronger, and more accurate.

As a son of the king, if not destined to the mantle of kingship, Treekle was nevertheless well educated, it wasn’t long before his sharp mind was discovered by the alchemists and engineers of the court who took it upon themselves to direct that young brain. They focused his intellect towards greater things sparking in Treekle a lifelong love for machines and a new obsession to be the first to discover the golden formula, or the secret to freshly create precious metals. Dwarven alchemy was centralized around this almost fanatical question and Treekle was drawn in, dedicating his life to answering it. Over the years his skills in alchemy and engineering grew, leading too many new discoveries and even a few inventions, yet never did he come close to answering the seemingly unanswerable, until now…

Skills: Any dwarf worth his salt can swing a mattock to kill a man or beast, but Treekle particularly excels at the crossbow when it comes to violence. However his talents in the fields of alchemy and simple machinery far outweighs his usefulness in battle.

Treekle’s crafty little fingers can mix together strange formulas and create tricky mechanisms to serve his larger purposes, given that he has the time and tools to make them. His book learning, while not preparing him for the wilds of a world, left him with an astounding intellect and a eagerness to learn ever more.

Magic: Treekle possess no mystical talents, investing instead into the realm of machinery and alchemy and tricks. Though, as a dwarf he does possess a slight resistance to magical attacks.

Equipment: Armed with a repeater crossbow and dwarven war mattock, Treekle also carries with him a wide variety of research equipment, with everything from test tubes to a little wooden mallet being intricately packed into his bag.

Other: N/A

Stellvia Reboot - a freeform Sci-Fi/Near-future NRP

I'd be down to join, would the nations have to be empires or would other forms of governance be acceptable?

The tales of Calradia

Crossing the palisade’s threshold Adrick soon found himself emerging into the bustle of an army camp. Strong men, weak men, men with weapons and men with armies mingled among the tents wishing to find direction and the ultimatum, war. Adrick himself had no idea where to start looking for Culvien, and could only hope to stumble upon the knight walking up and down the rows of tents. A frustrating task no doubt, but one he was willing to accomplish for the promised hundred denars.

He was about to press on when a deep feminine voice hailed him, causing Adick to turn in the saddle. At first his eyes glazed over in confusion not recognizing the tall, pale women but in a flash he remembered, willingly dismounting from his horse and saluting Ragula with a raised hand.

“M’lady, haha if it in’nt Madame blood chiller. How long has it been since we’ve seen eye to eye, I cannot recall?” He took Ragula’s hand in his own, shaking it warmly. He spoke to her in his usual grating way, but his voice was tinged in respect for the widow before him.

“Behaving myself,” he snorted waving off the phrase as if it was a passing breeze. “Never, no I have been up to as much foul decadence that I can accomplish without being thrown into a castle cell. Today being the exception of course, delivering a knight’s bloody mail. But as I always say, nothing is beneath me when it comes to easy denars. Perhaps ye've heard of a sir Culvien and could direct me towards his tent, then we could sit down for a drink and catch up on olden times with my reward money. Ye would pay of course.”

Through the Portal

Here's my character

Treekle Ka'Zath

Name: Treekle Ka’zath

Age: Adult (25)

Race: Red Dwarf

Appearance: Standing at the towering height of 3’5”, Treekle has all the typical disproportions of a dwarf from his thick short limbs to his round barrel chest. Hidden underneath his crafty green eyes, rosy red cheeks, and cheery smile is a versatile and strong little man, though he lacks the intimidating aura that most dwarves carry with them, being a much jollier fellow. His head and face are covered in neatly braided red hair, of which he is quite proud and maintains semi-religiously.

He is garbed in a long white coat and brown trousers with a small red cap on his head, and gloves on his hands. For the sake of the journey Treekle has adapted into a pair of travel boots and a red cloak which matches his cap, along with a large pack to carry his different tools and other necessities.

Role: Engineer/Alchemist.
It is said that there is no matching the advancement and knowledge of the dwarven race in scientific pursuits and Treekle embodies these traits to the letter. His knowhow when it comes to pulleys, levers, and simple machines is unmatched even among the dwarves. This combined with his interest in alchemy and investigating the unknown; not to mention his station in the royal family lends him perfectly to the task of stepping through the portal. To both continue the dwarves never ending search for the golden formula, and represent his people in this new land!

Bio: Born the thirteenth son to the Dwarf King Vulgrim’s second wife, Treekle never found much companionship in his father or many brothers, half-brothers, and extended family. Hidden away underground, separated from the wider world Treekle spent his early days pouring over books or wandering the wide halls of the dwarf kingdom, searching always for that little bit of extra knowledge. Some of his more adventurous adventures led into the upper world where he learned an all new perspective.

He was a smart dwarf, but not very wise in the ways of the world, so he stumbled into danger quite often and it nearly killed him again and again. His mother realized this and in order to protect her young son’s life she had a small crossbow outfitted for him and instructed the best archers to give him a few pointers. She had many other sons and much to look after which left her little time to keep the young dwarf close by and safe. And forcing him to remain home or with a guard had proven useless, instead she opted to give him the best opportunity to protect himself. Treekle soon adapted the little bow into a far more dangerous weapon to take on his wanderings, even at the ripe young age of ten. Installing a number of modifications to make it faster, stronger, and more accurate.

As a son of the king, if not destined to the mantle of kingship, Treekle was nevertheless well educated, it wasn’t long before his sharp mind was discovered by the alchemists and engineers of the court who took it upon themselves to direct that young brain. They focused his intellect towards greater things sparking in Treekle a lifelong love for machines and a new obsession to be the first to discover the golden formula, or the secret to freshly create precious metals. Dwarven alchemy was centralized around this almost fanatical question and Treekle was drawn in, dedicating his life to answering it. Over the years his skills in alchemy and engineering grew, leading too many new discoveries and even a few inventions, yet never did he come close to answering the seemingly unanswerable, until now…

Skills: Any dwarf worth his salt can swing a mattock to kill a man or beast, but Treekle particularly excels at the crossbow when it comes to violence. However his talents in the fields of alchemy and simple machinery far outweighs his usefulness in battle.

Treekle’s crafty little fingers can mix together strange formulas and create tricky mechanisms to serve his larger purposes, given that he has the time and tools to make them. His book learning, while not preparing him for the wilds of a world, left him with an astounding intellect and a eagerness to learn ever more.

Magic: Treekle possess no mystical talents, investing instead into the realm of machinery and alchemy and tricks. Though, as a dwarf he does possess a slight resistance to magical attacks.

Equipment: Armed with a repeater crossbow and dwarven war mattock, Treekle also carries with him a wide variety of research equipment, with everything from test tubes to a little wooden mallet being intricately packed into his bag.

Other: N/A

Through the Portal - Fantasy Exploration

I'm interested in joining.

I was thinking I could play the role of a dwarf character, if that is allowed. Someone whose less attuned to magic and has more mechanical talents.

Things like repeater crossbows, compasses, black powder, and engineering would be his forte.

The tales of Calradia

There would be opportunities aplenty, and drink for the thirsty and a place to pitch a tent for the weary, or so the promise went. Adrick slicked his hair back from his eyes staring at the distant collection of tents. Three days of riding and little sleep left the man weary eyed and thirsty, denoted by the empty wine skin that hung limp at his side and the bags under his eyes. The horse beneath him panted with each step, plodding down the rocky mountain path at an ever slowing pace. Adrick felt no need to rush the final legs of his journey, not with his destination in sight. Such enthusiasm could be left to those who envisioned a greater tomorrow, who served on bended knee to their liege lord squirming to receive his praise and admiration. In some ways this made Adrick less of a liability, as long as the intended task wasn’t required to be punctual. This latest employer was aware of Adrick’s temperament however, having utilized his services in the past, and in anticipation gave the mercenary ample time to complete his mission.

“Easy, watch ye step old lad, not too far now.” Adrick soothed patting his horse’s neck. The steed whinnied, a few rocks shifting out from under his unsteady iron shoes. While surefooted on the flat ground the beast like most warhorses wasn’t built for riding up and down the Rhodokian mountains, at least not with ease.

By late morning Adrick arrived at his northern destination, riding boldly across the open ground towards the palisade’s entrance. One of the guards stepped forward flanked by another guard, taking the horse’s bridal in his armored fist, clicking his tongue in a manner of one used to such practices. Adrick stared down as if surprised by this action.
“I asked you to halt and declare,” the guard accused with a frustrated growl. “State your name and business here.”

“My name is who gives a damn, and my business is mind yer own.” Adrick laughed, taking his foot from the stirrup and kicking the guard’s hand from the bridal. “But if ye desperately want to know I have a dispatch from Sir Guliven for Sir Culiven his brother, who ought to be here now. If ye have any brains yer going to move and let me deliver it bastard.”

“Why you vile brigand, I’ll have your hand for that!” The guard reached for his sword but his companion stopped him, staring Adrick in the eye.

“You will have the seal then?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“Aye,” Adrick reached into his pocket, placing the slightly crumpled scroll into the man’s hand. For a moment the guard stared at the wax seal, before giving it back.

“Very well, in you go straight to Sir Culiven’s tent.” The guards stepped aside, allowing Adrick to ride past, sneering in victory. The guard he had kicked and insulted was red faced and furious, but he made no move to harry the mercenary further. The lord’s mail was not to be stopped, no matter how rude the messenger was.

The tales of Calradia

So uh, noobie question. Do I just start posting in In Character thread since I've been accepted?

The tales of Calradia

Whoops, I think I messed up. Am I supposed to put the charrie in OOC first? I wasn't sure.

The tales of Calradia

Adrick Gordonson

Appearance: Standing roughly the height of the average man, Adrick is thickset and sturdy. He has no notable scars or features despite his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, and though one couldn’t tell just by looking he is also nearsighted. His jaw is wide and covered in stubble, and more often than not dirty. Typically dressed in chainmail armor and a brown surcoat he occasionally changes into his “nice” clothes for important occasions.

Name: Adrick Gordonson

Age: Adult

Gender: Male

Personality: An energetic man with violent tendencies Adrick isn’t one to keep to himself, at least not for long. A combination of strong drink and a commoner upbringing often leads to him being outspoken outside of his proper standing. Nevertheless a skilled sword and lance doesn’t go unnoticed in Caladria despite him being rough around the edges and disliked by those who all too often require his services. Not that it would matter, Adrick would find himself a battle to be in even if he wasn’t paid for it. And he isn’t the way he is without reason, years of bloodletting leaves its toll on the weak willed, a fate only held at bay by Adrick’s extroverted disposition.

Backstory: Adrick follows where the denars lead, bouncing from tavern to tavern under a new banner each time. He spends most of his days in his homeland of the Rhodock Kingdom, filling out their almost nonexistent cavalry ranks with other Mercenary Cavalry, riding down bandits and charging the flanks of rebellious lords or delivering the occasional message.

Skills: An evidently accomplished swordsman and horseman, Adrick’s other skills include lancing enemies, drinking extensively, being frustratingly crass, repairing clothes, and utilizing a wide array of weaponry not including anything that shoots.

Weapons/Equipment: His favorite war horse, an arming sword, heavy lance, an unmarked heater shield, war helm, and a full ensemble of chainmail armor with a plain brown surcoat and sword belt. His other meager belongings are packed into saddlebags or carried by hand.

Other: His heater shield is adapted to have a cloth covering which can display the colors of his hirer.

The tales of Calradia

I noticed all of you use pictures to describe your character's appearance. Is that required or just recommended?