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Are We Adventurers? (isekai/medieval/fantasy)

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Are We Adventurers? (isekai/medieval/fantasy)

Jacob Wheeler

~To whom it most concerns~

Something wasn’t right.

That was the story of Jacob Wheeler’s life in recent days, but now it was in regards for a less metaphysical issue. He wasn’t in his bed in his tiny one-bedroom apartment like he was supposed to be. He was out in the field again, sleeping in the sand! Licking his dry lips Jacob pushed himself onto his knees, his gloved hands sinking into the dust. A strange hat, an old-fashioned looking thing which’d been perched awkwardly on his head fell off from the sudden movement. He stared at the odd bit of headware, amused by its peculiarity and recent position on his head. He knew where it must have come from. He’d been attending Mardi Gras on the North Shore in Louisiana last night, out on the lakeshore. He must’ve bought it at some point during one of the themed parades from a street vender. The hat was oddly well made for something one might buy on the corner, and looked worn and tattered, and stained even. Jacob hoped he hadn’t wasted too much money on it. The amount of alcohol he’d consumed would explain his lapse in memory of the purchase, and his current sleeping arraignments out on the beach.

The thought of money in mind he patted his back pocket, groaning aloud when he found no reassuring bulge. Wallet’s gone. He checked his other pocket. Phone too, and his keys. Everything was gone, and he was alone on a beach, who knows where with no money, no car, and no way to call for help.

Jacob felt the sharp sting of despair when a murmur of voices behind him alerted him to presence of other people. He could have shouted aloud for joy as he turned quickly, standing up unsteadily to ask if any of them still possessed their cellular devices. As Jacob's unsteady eyes roamed over the local area his beer tinged breath caught in his throat at the sight of the strangest little creature he'd ever seen. It was like a large rat, but with seven tails, eight legs and fur that flashed dull red, then blue, then yellow. Jacob blinked, rubbing at his eyes and looking again. It’d vanished.

Deciding he was still a little drunk Jacob squinted at the other people, real tangible people assembled near by. Half dozen or more of them scattered about in similar states of confusion and groggy consciousness. Ignoring the arrangement of robes, armor, and weaponry more out of a refusal to acknowledge the oddities then not, he addressed the nearest and most awake person he could see.

“Um hi, I’m sure we’re good friends after last night, though I can’t seem to recall your name...?” Jacob scratched his head, brushing sand from his blonde hair. “Anyway, do you still have your phone by any chance? I seem to've lost mine...”

Are We Adventurers? (isekai/medieval/fantasy)

Question, do they have all their gear, or will they get that later?

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Shannuk

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Rila’s words, plainly spoken stirred the slumbering figure stretched out on his cot on the other side of the tiny cell, a thin grey blanket draped over his knees. One grey eye popped open with a sudden intensity and its owner Shannuk groaned aloud, a sweaty palm clasping to his forehead. Clenching his eyes back shut the young man waited in momentary agony, his head throbbing with a crippling migraine. While he waited for his body to ease the pain naturally Shannuk reminisced on the acquisition of the headache, a combination of dehydration and a ringing blow from the guards who’d escorted him to his new home the night before.

He recalled the moment quite well, the guard in his crimson brown uniform marching stoically behind Shannuk, young and filled with youthful pride, no doubt dreaming of an illustrious military career. Winning prestige and honor for his family. Shannuk knew better. The boy marched with a duck-footed gait, and his squashy face was creased into an eternal look of cluelessness. He lumbered along as if it took imense concentration to shift his bulk one step at a time. “I wouldn’t keep my goals lofty,” he told the guard patting him on the shoulder in a friendly way. “There are those of us born with wits, and those born with brawn, and even some gifted in brawn and brain. Then there are those infelicitous few who are born like you.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” The young guard beamed with pride, cycling through a ring of cast-iron keys. Everything seemed to be made of iron. The floors, the walls, the windows, even the benches and tables all fashioned from molded iron. A suitable replacement to ice Shannuk thought, but cold and dreary, and uncomfortable.

“Indeed, but ahoy matey I see great prospects in your future. A competent fellow can surely improve their lot within a prison, guarding petty thieves while every other fire bender wins glory and honor all across the known world. In fact, I am so bold as to presume you might make janitor before you turn fifty, as long as you concentrate on continuing to inhale and then exhale repeatedly.”

At first the guard grinned, but then his face darkened and he swung his meaty fist catching Shannuk upside the head with surprising strength and accuracy. Sending the stunned pirate tumbling through the recently opened cell door to join his new cellmate.

Grimacing at the memory Shannuk sat up, rubbing at his temple where a large lump festered. “Will we now?” He asked, genuinely curious in regards to Rila's comment. He was very new here, a rookie amongst seasoned inmates, finding the lay of the waters would be wise before straying to other important matters, like escape. Learning the schedule was the first step in the realization of that goal, and his cellmate would surely prove useful in that regard. “Tell, how is it that we get this fresh air? Will they take us out into a yard of some sort, all at once, or one at a time?"

Are We Adventurers? (isekai/medieval/fantasy)

Jacob Wheeler

Jacob Wheeler

Male * Twenty-two

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Old world Occupation

Marine

Class

Witch Hunter

Equipment

• Hunter's Armor & Garb - Thin layers of maille armor, and boiled-leather greeves strapped over thick woolen trousers and an undershirt of deep brown. Alongside steel pauldrons and bracers with soulless moleskin boots, all topped by a squat brown pilgrims hat.
• Longsword - A steel sword of plain but sturdy make, with a battle edge and sweat stained wrappings on the hilt.
• Falchion - A thick curving blade, small but with a keen edge and quick for the draw and made for a hasty reposte.
• Hand-Crossbow - Light and low powered at range, but quick and deadly within twenty yards, and with a holster-quiver for easy transport and reloading.
• Crucifix - A strange, foreign religious symbol from the world beyond, which when held aloft in the hand banishes the unholy spirits and avails the wielder and those nearby with some small protection from ethereal attacks.
• Travelers Pack - Complete with all the adventuring needs, including candles, flint and tinder, rope, and a whetstone.

Appearance

Jacob Wheeler is a compact, and sturdily built young man in his early twenties, with a blonde stubbly beard around his chin and a sunken look in his one remaining eye. His hands and feet are heavily calloused from hard labor and training in his past, and his body is strong, with a forge beaten toughness about him that speaks of a man in peak physical condition. He talks with a soft southern drawl and walks with his head high and proud, and his shoulders straight, and yet remains unable to hide his haunted soul, even behind his facade of cool, collected, confidence.

Magic

• Evocation - The Accusation "I accuse ye fell beast!"
• Conjuring - The Watchers Those dark winged fowl who observe the dead and call in their language...

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Personality

Jacob is a cynical and serious person, a pragmatist born of the fires of war, and a mission oriented problem solver. He is observant, and cool under pressure with a dedicated sense of honor and self-worth. He conceals his crippling fear of death behind a stonework wall of aptitude and confidence, presenting himself as the master of his own mind even while his personal demons ravage in the background of his thoughts. Hemming in his worldview is a betrayed sort of patriotism, and a belief in traditional values alongside a deepest loathing for cowardice and a failure of duty. Despite his inability to assimilate into new concepts easily Jacob does possess a knack for leadership and command. Including understanding the dynamics and complications of the team, and the individuals therein. Although he is never eager to take charge, when tasked he proves adequate if not outright adept in all his obligations, preferring that he see them through then and there instead of leaving them for tomorrow. His brisk, almost controlling nature has led him into multiple conflicts before, and more than likely will again in the future, with more free spirited folks who are more likely to openly resist him. For this Jacob's temper is short, and he has never been very skilled at deescalation. Over the past couple years he's drained much of his mind and life away with the bottle, drowning out his sorrows and doubts and fears he keeps so well hidden while with company. Overall he is a quiet and focused man, quick to anger, and vigorous in his retribution.

Biography

Some men are born for a certain duty or undertaking, with clear set qualities that avail them to their field of expertise. For Jacob Wheeler, he was born to walk the path of a warrior. He grew up fast, developing his mind and body to the task ahead, to complete his training at the earliest possible moment and prove himself a worthy member of that noble order whose ethos was honor, courage, and commitment. Throughout his younger days Jacob was enamored with the tales of valor, of heroes and enemies and adventure across the world, dreaming of the day when he too might take up arms and march with them to glory and honor and victory. And so he said the words, and he joined them, and what he found there was not what he expected in the least.

He found grueling effort, and sweat and rained soaked nights, and painful hours, and backbreaking work followed by boredom soaked days. And yet he also found purpose. The honor, the glory, the victories those were all farces, deceit wrapped about the suffering to conceal the misery within, and yet there he found brothers who would lay down their lives for him just as he would for them, and he found a sense of contentment in the horrors. At least he did until he was shipped to some faraway accursed hell on earth to fight the battles he'd so longed for as a child. Except he found he didn't want to fight them anymore, and he no longer desired to kill.

Yet kill he did... Jacob lost his eye to war, and most of his friends as well. They were taken one by one, those honorable young men, all better than him, snatched away unfairly when it should have been him. In that war he lost his purpose, shipped home and medically discharged. He lost those friends whom remained, to the bottle and bullet. He lost his livelihood, to the drink and the nightmares as he tried to purge himself of the demons. He lost everything, and every day he swirled deeper into misery and darkness, hoping for the chance to course correct his young life, onward to greater purpose once more.

Are We Adventurers? (isekai/medieval/fantasy)

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Jacob Wheeler

Jacob Wheeler

Male * Twenty-two

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Old world Occupation

Marine

Class

Witch Hunter

Equipment

• Hunter's Armor & Garb - Thin layers of maille armor, and boiled-leather greeves strapped over thick woolen trousers and an undershirt of deep brown. Alongside steel pauldrons and bracers with soulless moleskin boots, all topped by a squat brown pilgrims hat.
• Longsword - A steel sword of plain but sturdy make, with a battle edge and sweat stained wrappings on the hilt.
• Falchion - A thick curving blade, small but with a keen edge and quick for the draw and made for a hasty reposte.
• Hand-Crossbow - Light and low powered at range, but quick and deadly within twenty yards, and with a holster-quiver for easy transport and reloading.
• Crucifix - A strange, foreign religious symbol from the world beyond, which when held aloft in the hand banishes the unholy spirits and avails the wielder and those nearby with some small protection from ethereal attacks.
• Travelers Pack - Complete with all the adventuring needs, including candles, flint and tinder, rope, and a whetstone.

Appearance

Jacob Wheeler is a compact, and sturdily built young man in his early twenties, with a blonde stubbly beard around his chin and a sunken look in his one remaining eye. His hands and feet are heavily calloused from hard labor and training in his past, and his body is strong, with a forge beaten toughness about him that speaks of a man in peak physical condition. He talks with a soft southern drawl and walks with his head high and proud, and his shoulders straight, and yet remains unable to hide his haunted soul, even behind his facade of cool, collected, confidence.

Magic

• Evocation - The Accusation "I accuse ye fell beast!"
• Conjuring - The Watchers Those dark winged fowl who observe the dead and call in their language...

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Personality

Jacob is a cynical and serious person, a pragmatist born of the fires of war, and a mission oriented problem solver. He is observant, and cool under pressure with a dedicated sense of honor and self-worth. He conceals his crippling fear of death behind a stonework wall of aptitude and confidence, presenting himself as the master of his own mind even while his personal demons ravage in the background of his thoughts. Hemming in his worldview is a betrayed sort of patriotism, and a belief in traditional values alongside a deepest loathing for cowardice and a failure of duty. Despite his inability to assimilate into new concepts easily Jacob does possess a knack for leadership and command. Including understanding the dynamics and complications of the team, and the individuals therein. Although he is never eager to take charge, when tasked he proves adequate if not outright adept in all his obligations, preferring that he see them through then and there instead of leaving them for tomorrow. His brisk, almost controlling nature has led him into multiple conflicts before, and more than likely will again in the future, with more free spirited folks who are more likely to openly resist him. For this Jacob's temper is short, and he has never been very skilled at deescalation. Over the past couple years he's drained much of his mind and life away with the bottle, drowning out his sorrows and doubts and fears he keeps so well hidden while with company. Overall he is a quiet and focused man, quick to anger, and vigorous in his retribution.

Biography

Some men are born for a certain duty or undertaking, with clear set qualities that avail them to their field of expertise. For Jacob Wheeler, he was born to walk the path of a warrior. He grew up fast, developing his mind and body to the task ahead, to complete his training at the earliest possible moment and prove himself a worthy member of that noble order whose ethos was honor, courage, and commitment. Throughout his younger days Jacob was enamored with the tales of valor, of heroes and enemies and adventure across the world, dreaming of the day when he too might take up arms and march with them to glory and honor and victory. And so he said the words, and he joined them, and what he found there was not what he expected in the least.

He found grueling effort, and sweat and rained soaked nights, and painful hours, and backbreaking work followed by boredom soaked days. And yet he also found purpose. The honor, the glory, the victories those were all farces, deceit wrapped about the suffering to conceal the misery within, and yet there he found brothers who would lay down their lives for him just as he would for them, and he found a sense of contentment in the horrors. At least he did until he was shipped to some faraway accursed hell on earth to fight the battles he'd so longed for as a child. Except he found he didn't want to fight them anymore, and he no longer desired to kill.

Yet kill he did... Jacob lost his eye to war, and most of his friends as well. They were taken one by one, those honorable young men, all better than him, snatched away unfairly when it should have been him. In that war he lost his purpose, shipped home and medically discharged. He lost those friends whom remained, to the bottle and bullet. He lost his livelihood, to the drink and the nightmares as he tried to purge himself of the demons. He lost everything, and every day he swirled deeper into misery and darkness, hoping for the chance to course correct his young life, onward to greater purpose once more.

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We Are Adventurers? (Name w.i.p. isekai / fantasy / medieval / swords & magic )

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Shannuk

Shannuk

☼ "Anyone can hold the helm when the seas are calm." ☼
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𝕊ynopsis

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๑۩↛ℕame↚۩๑

Shannuk

๑۩↛𝔸lias↚۩๑

Hakaran

๑۩↛𝔸ge↚۩๑

Twenty

๑۩↛𝔾ender↚۩๑

Male

๑۩↛ℕation↚۩๑

Southern Water Tribe

ℂountenance & 𝔻isposition

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๑۩↛𝔸t 𝔽irst 𝔾lance↚۩๑

⊰ℍeight⊱ 5'7"	⊰𝕎eight⊱ 180lbs	⊰𝔹uild⊱ Compact	⊰𝕊kin 𝕋one⊱ Light Olive	⊰𝔼yes⊱ Grey/Almond	⊰ℍair⊱ Brown/Shaggy/Short

๑۩↛ℂharacter 𝕀mage↚۩๑

Character Image

๑۩↛𝔻efining 𝔽eatures↚۩๑

Shannuk is young and new to his chosen career of piracy. He hasn't yet received the battle markings of his coworkers, though he has a range of black tattoos including the likeness of waves on his chest above his heart, a winding serpent around his ankle, and a trident on his back right shoulder-blade. They are crudely done, but he is proud of them none the less.

๑۩↛ℙanache↚۩๑

Shannuk's clothing is well patched, and by the looks of it homemade. They are dirty as if they are rarely washed, as is his personage in general. Shannuk smells strongly of fish, salt and sweat, and his hair is greasy and looks as if it might be trimmed on a irregular basis with a whalebone knife.

๑۩↛𝕎indow 𝕋o 𝕋he 𝕊oul↚۩๑

⊰ℙrimary 𝕋rait⊱ Animated	⊰𝕊econdary 𝕋rait⊱ Audacious	⊰𝕋ertiary 𝕋rait⊱ Impatient	⊰𝕆rientation⊱ Heterosexual	⊰ℝelations⊱ Single	⊰𝔽aith⊱ Spiritual

๑۩↛ℙersonality↚۩๑

A man of action, Shannuk isn't one to make careful plans or discuss details and semantics. He is upfront and energetic, with a willingness to make things happen whether for better or worse. His sense of personal honor is unyielding, yet he himself is open minded and ever prepared to try something new. Therein he forgoes tradition and the will of his father in the typical path of a young warrior, for a more free-spirited life of raiding and piracy. When all is said and done the sea and freedom of the open ocean is his ultimate calling and his one true love. The sigh of the wind in the sails, and the ebb and flow of the oceans rolling underfoot is what gives him joy, alongside piles of ill-gotten gains and the thrill of adventure of course.

๑۩↛ℚuirks↚۩๑

Shannuk has a nasty tendency of yawning pointedly when people bore him, making it blatantly obvious when he wishes to abandon the current flow of the conversation for more exciting topics. If he becomes uncomfortable or nervous he tends to lick his lips and become obstinate, and when angry he flexes his fingers and grinds his teeth while glaring angrily at the offense or offender gearing himself up for a fight to defend his honor.

๑۩↛𝕐ay 𝕆r ℕay↚۩๑

The ocean and high seas aboard a vessel is Shannuk's first love. He's been infatuated with sailing since he was a young boy, but a new love in plunder and adventure took him over in recent years. The clink of coin, the cry of the seabirds, and the sounds of shanties puts a smile on his face as he roars out the lyrics alongside his crewmates off key, but with an unmatched vigor. Alternatively, those who would put a stop to his lawlessness, the organized navies of the world whose only goal is halting hard working, and free born pirates and ensnaring them in chains puts a rage in Shannuk's heart. Landlubbers, stringent tradition and the bindings of society make him squirm and wretch and fume.

ℕumerology & 𝕂nowledge

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๑۩↛𝕊tandings↚۩๑

⊰𝔹ending⊱ Water Bending	⊰𝕃evel⊱ 1	⊰𝔼xperience⊱ 0	⊰𝕄ax ℍℙ⊱ 8	⊰𝔸lignment⊱ Chaotic Neutral	⊰𝔸ℂ⊱ 11

๑۩↛𝔹asic 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

⊰ℂharisma⊱ 17	⊰𝕀ntelligence⊱ 10	⊰𝕎isdom⊱ 11	⊰𝕊trength⊱ 12	⊰𝔻exterity⊱ 13	⊰ℂonstitution⊱ 14

๑۩↛𝕊pecial 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

• Water Run
• Condensation
• Basic Water Bending

๑۩↛𝕎eaknesses↚۩๑

• External Water Source
• Extreme Heat

๑۩↛𝔼quipment↚۩๑

• Fire Nation Brig Uniform

ℝigmarole & 𝕀nteractions

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๑۩↛ℙast↚۩๑

Shannuk was always a troublesome child. His father Hakaran was determined to fashion his youngest son into a dedicated and disciplined warrior of the Southern Water Tribe, drilling him night and day in the art of basic bending, sailing and fighting. Yet despite his best efforts little Shannuk didn't grow into a young warrior, but a dirty rouge, his braid always out of place, a wild grin on his face, and scabby knees and welts from his childish antics. Of course, his childish antics didn't stay that way for long. As he grew older the antics became criminal, and the pranks unforgivable. Shannuk and his Hakaran grew more and more at odds, until the boy's fifteenth year when his father disowned him outright, and Shannuk was left to his own devices. Leaving home in a rage Shannuk stole a small whaler seacraft and sailed north towards the Earth Continent officially becoming a pirate in the eyes of the Southern Navy. He embraced the title with far more willingness than that of a warrior, diving headfirst into the life.

When he reached the first port on the mainland he signed on to crew a South Sea Coastal Raider, serving as first a deck swab and then a border. His water bending talents were in high demand for the raiders who saw talent in him. For Shannuk's part he found freedom at last, and he enjoyed relieving others from their valuables. And he was good at all of it. Sailing, raiding, fighting was his calling if such a thing could be believed.

๑۩↛ℙresent↚۩๑

Shannuk's days are a myriad of possibilities and adventure. One day he might be aiding in chasing small fishers along the Black Coast, and the next he could be sneaking ashore under the cover of darkness in flat bottomed canoes to raid coastal settlements. Although he is a lower member of the crew, occasionally confined to choirs such as sail shifting and deck swabbing his natural bending abilities make him a valuable asset to his captains. Of course there are stretches of boredom on the high seas where Shannuk is happy to engage in games of dice and drunken brawls with his crew mates.

During one such stretch the ship he was aboard became becalmed and spotted by the Fire Nation's accursed steam powered cruisers. Unable to escape the ship was boarded and the crew, including Shannuk were taken prisoner to be dealt with on a later date.

๑۩↛𝔽uture↚۩๑

Although he is forced to tolerate the orders of his superiors for the time being, Shannuk longs for the day he might command a crew of his own, becoming the notorious and infamous pirate captain Shannuk the Terrible or something like that.

𝕄uch 𝔸do 𝔸bout ℕothing

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๑۩↛ℂaptured!↚۩๑

• ⊰ℂrime⊱ Piracy!
• ⊰𝔾uilt⊱ Shannuk was found guilty on charges of piracy of which he is very guilty.
• ⊰𝕊entence⊱ Shannuk was sentenced to permanent detainment.
• ⊰𝕋ime⊱ He has been held for a little over a week, first chained in the brig of a Fire Nation cruiser, before being placed into the custody of Fire Nation officials on the mainland.

๑۩↛ℝhapsody↚۩๑

• El Dorado - Thomas Bergersen
• "Ahoy there mate."
• "What say ye, one last hurrah?"

๑۩↛𝔼tc, 𝔼tc, 𝔼tc↚۩๑

• Link
• Over The Garden Wall

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