Grey

Drakenguard

Dorian eyed the trainees as they began setting themselves up to take part in his impromptu training exercise. However before any substantial exercise or training could take place, the loud blaring of war horns shattered the chattering of the recruit crowd. Dorian merely sighed loudly as the sound filled the air, undoubtedly reverberating through the city and warning all the citizens to get inside somewhere they'd be safe. There was no panic on the mage-trainer's part even as the voices in the crowd got louder, conjecturing about what was going to happen next. As if on queue, a messenger arrived to provide the necessary information to Dorian and his group. Five hundred goblins had come together as a massive army and were now approximately thirty minutes away from arrival at the city's colossal walls. Not only that, it would be Dorian's responsibility to lead these Magic Brigade wannabes into battle and to make sure they stayed safe and reasonably sound. Just his luck. Would it have killed the goblins to have waited until he managed to evaluate them all properly at the very least? "Alright recruits!" Dorian declared authoritatively, a surprisingly effective act in spite of his youth that was likely supported by his almost thuggish mannerisms, "You heard the man, we have thirty minutes to march over to central gate and get our shit together!" He marched as he called out to the people he'd be watching out for in the coming battle. "If you disobey my orders in this mission or do anything to endanger your comrades, you will regret it! If you currently possess any gear, don it! If you're having second thoughts, run off to the city and make sure you never show your face here again!" Commands such as that filled the air until they finally reached the central gate. The hustle and bustle of people - a good deal being new recruits themselves - was the only thing that could be heard that morning. But although it was loud out at the gate, there was a silence from the city, a calm before the storm. Dorian moved to the front of his group again. "Alright trainees," Dorian began, eyes scanning the crowd and taking a mental attendance, "consider this your big test. If you live, you get to be a Wallguard, plain 'n' simple. But if you die..." He shook his head and grinned grimly. "Err...Well, you're not gonna die. Not if I can help it at least." He took a breath. "Alright. I want all the healers back here, tending to the wounded at base. Offense, you get to be right behind the Assault Troops, in the "second row" so to say. Don't worry 'bout the infantry, the Assault Troops'll take care of 'em for you. No, I want you guys aiming your spells at any and all ranged enemy combatants in sight, and dealing with any green bastards that slip through the Troops. Defense, you'll be "third row". It's your job to shield your allies, don't worry too much about dealing damage, just make sure nobody dies. Second row, Troops, and the Archers'll kill 'em all for you." Dorian glared at his group again. "I don't want any 'heroes' out there, got that? Good. Head out." Admittedly the strategy was a very rudimentary one, but it would have to do for now. Dorian hadn't the time or opportunity to explain anything more sophisticated than that. At least his worst case scenario was just losing about a third of his claaaaaaaaah god what was he doing with himself. He was a lieutenant, he was better than this. And those green bastards were stupid little idiots anyway. Taking them out and saving any trainees in peril would be easy enough. No need to worry. Especially since worrying about recruits was more or less a regular occurrence. Dorian was snapped from his little panicked thought process by a Wyvern Rider, Sergeant Alere Ruadham. Another orphan like himself. The young Starkkewolfe sighed. 'First off, take this crappy teaching job. I'm not cut out for this 'public speaking' bullshit no matter what that old man says,' he thought irritably before pointing at the two recruit groups, "Protect the recruits. The vets can handle 'emselves I reckon, but I'm worried about the lack of training time. I've got mine in a pretty basic formation, so you'll know when something's up." He glanced to Captain Gungneer and his group. "It's them I'm worried about. Who knows what's going on in that bastard's head. Better tactics than mine, I'm hoping."

Futuristic Mystery Adventure RP!

Ayyyyyyyy I'm game.

Dragon Knights: Genesis [Sign Ups!]

I'll join up~

Drakenguard

Hopefully I didn't mess anything up. I was kinda stuck for training ideas.

Drakenguard

Dorian scanned the crowd as he and Captain Gungneer stood before the new trainees gathered at Training Area One. The congregation of people was more than last year's, which was slightly heartening as it meant more people were willing to fight and die for the safety of others. The tall young man was eerily silent as the Captain went through his impromptu speech - or lack thereof - providing necessary instructions to the new blood and introducing themselves as the Lieutenant and Captain who would be testing their aptitude in the magical and martial arts, respectively. When Captain Gungneer completed his talk and told Dorian to weed out the weak, the younger of the duo merely looked to the elder, uplifted a single eyebrow, closed his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and yawned. "Tch. Whatever you say, old bastard," Dorian stated, observing the rift growing in the crowd of people, separating the magical from the mundane, "But I think you'll regret it when I send a bunch'a crying trainees crawling to you're sorry ass." It was all a jest of course, goodnatured teasing between two military-types. With that said, Dorian broke away from the big group congregated in front of Captain Gungneer. Once he was reasonably away from Gungneer's trainees, he whistled loudly twice and beckoned for his group of Magic Brigade wannabes to follow him to Training Area Two. A short walk later, the group reached the grounds of Training Area Two. It was very similar in appearance to the first training ground but with more magic oriented training apparatus - dummies and targets designed to stand against elemental damage, and so on. Dorian stood before the group in silence, mainly due to the fact that he had not managed to think up an adequate lesson plan to pit these trainees against in the time allotted to him. Obviously he would not do something as barbaric as pitting these new blood against himself in martial combat; such a thing would be rather useless in gauging ability merely due to the gap in training. Though he had to think of something quickly. He was already standing before the crowd at the Training Area, after all. Gah, no wonder the old man yelled at him so much. This was indeed a hard job. Dorian stared at his recruits with his usual unintended intimidating gaze. The silence was deafening, and some of the trainees were even fidgeting in place, uncomfortable with it all. "...Alright." Dorian finally broke the silence with a single word. "I want you all to divide yourselves into three groups. Those who focus on defense and utility, head to the left. The ones who like to hurt things, go to the right. And those who know only the basics of magic..." A pause as Dorian looked around at the groups forming, and eyed the leftovers. "...Get the hell out of here." His words were spoken with no hesitation, no remorse. "As it stands, everyone in group three is just going to be a burden on the Brigade. You're better off heading back to Training Area One and requesting a division change after you make something of yourselves. Now go." Once that was done, Dorian faced the two groups left over. "Now you guys." He paused, seemingly for dramatic effect when really it was just to stall for more time to think of a plan. "I want the offensive mages to have at the dummies, and the defensive mages to test each others' barriers. Any healers in the audience get to deal with the casualties. And maybe if everything goes smoothly we'll have a sparring exercise. Got it? Good, now get to work." ...Good enough,' Dorian thought.

Drakenguard

There a game plan I'm supposed to be following when I make my post? Or do I just make a lesson/weed out plan up?

Drakenguard

"You're really pitiful, y'know. It doesn't matter if you screwed up as long as you tried to make it right again."

Personal Information Name: Dorian Starkkewolfe Age: 18 Sex: Male Date of Birth: January 29 Hobby(s): Household maintenance; horseback riding; hunting; training

Appearance

Dorian is an above-averagely tall young man who height of 185cm and weighs in at 70kg. As a mage he's been built to be lean and lanky, more agile than strong but still capable of surviving physical combat. In contrast to the usual stereotype of "scholarly, refined mages", Dorian appears to be very unrefined in appearance. His flaxen hair is long and disheveled, reaching down to the nape of his neck and with bangs reaching the bridge of his nose at the center and down to his cheeks on the side. And even his sharp, brown-eyed gaze has been described as 'unnerving' and 'intimidating' even without intent on his part. Clothingwise Dorian dresses pretty conservatively overall, never showing a lot of skin with a combination of coats, jackets, vests, long-sleeved shirts, pants, and absolutely nothing else. Never will you see him with more than his face, neck, hands, or feet showing unless he'd received a lot of damage in battle, or is at the beach or something similar. On duty he has a penchant for longcoats that evoke the traditional mage robes whilst also being far more practical for combat.

Personality

Dorian often comes off as something of a prim and proper stoic, and, at first glance, his very formal mannerisms support this notion. He acts much like one would imagine a knight of old would, undoubtedly a result of a certain man's influence in his development. However his personality expressed through speech is very abrasive and unapproachable, a remnant from his days as a hoodlum. His dialect is peculiar combination of high-class noble vocabulary and the coarse slang of lower classes, and often lacks a great deal of tact, usually phrasing things in a brusque and brash manner even if he doesn't mean it, as if he lacked an internal censor telling him what is and isn't appropriate. And although he may be off-putting in his rudeness, he doesn't much talk unprovoked, and prefers the quieter, more nondescript side of socialization. A man who believes that actions speak louder words. And his actions are typically ones that display his uncompromising belief in the ideals of justice and loyalty. Dorian's the type of person who tries really hard to make up for his mistakes even if the other party didn't care about it, and would never make a promise he isn't willing to keep. He typically attempts to alleviate other peoples' troubles, but isn't so good at doing it when the situation can't be solved with something other than sufficient application of fist to face. He's a very stubborn person, always persistent in trying to succeed in his way and never giving up just because the going gets tough. However, while he is sort of a nice guy, he often gets very emotional and can quickly work himself up into frenzy, especially amidst heated battle against a worthy opponent.

Biography

Dorian is mostly likely best known as the protege and surrogate son of the cane-bound General Starkkewolfe, a mage of no small renown and a commander of humanity's armed forces before he left due to a crippling wound received in the line of duty. However his exact origins, while mostly unknown to the general public and the subject of many rumors of varying levels of realism, can found in the slums of Atland. Before coming into contact with the good general, Dorian was nothing but a destitute child with not even a name to call his own. He isn't exactly sure how he got to where he was. He never met his parents - never even knew their names in the first place - and was mostly raised by among a band of criminals terrorizing the capital who had found him left out in the street. Though to be more precise, he was less raised and more 'used as a prop to garner sympathy from the locals and thus receive more money via begging', with the proper child raising occurring after the fact. Naturally with such an environment surrounding the developing young man, he did not become what one would call a 'productive member of society'. When he became too old to milk sympathy from, he was subsequently kicked out and forced to fend for himself in the only way he knew how. And like any good vicious cycle, everything Dorian did to survive just made his situation worse and worse. The more he got, the more he got hurt by people like him, and the more people he hurt by fighting back. The less he got, the more he starved and froze, and reduced his ability to get more. It became increasingly obvious that his luck would eventually run out. Fortunately his end at the hands of a the noose or starvation or a fellow desperate streetrat never happened. It was a fairly regular autumn day, Dorian was about 11 and prowling the streets as usual, when he came upon a lonesome, well-off-looking fellow with a cane. Easy mark, as anyone else would think. So Dorian decided to scope the guy out and wait for a good moment to win some bread. He'd jump out, knock the dude over, grab his coinpurse, and get out. Or that was the plan, if he didn't get utterly destroyed in less than five seconds. But even as he lay on the ground, body aching, he just wouldn't let it go. So he got up, went for round two. Then three. Then four. Then five. Then six. And so on until finally Dorian just accepted that he probably wasn't going to win this one. However, rather than being left there with all his broken bones, Dorian was brought back to the man's house and awoke a few days later in a big house and a nice bed. Body still aching, the young man got out of bed and wandered around the mysterious new place he found himself in. When he encountered the man he attempted to mug, Dorian had a minor fear-induced heart attack. However when the man did not give him the second beating of a lifetime and merely suggested he go back to bed, Dorian knew something was up. Something had to be up. Even in the following days, when he dined in the quiet with the man and his wife, his eyes and ears focused on every little detail. There had to be some kind of catch to why he was being allowed to recover in their home. But he was never bothered, nobody disturbed him at all. It was all just so foreign to the young man who knew only conflict and the sounds of the city. When it was evident he had fully recovered, Dorian was confronted by the man who introduced himself as a former of the human army and gave Dorian two choices: 1) Go outside to the nice law enforcers to go to the prison for the multiple crimes that he has accrued or 2) channel the tenacity he displayed trying to mug him into training to serve the human race. There was the catch Dorian had been waiting for, but not the one he had imagined would happen. So as a person of reasonable intelligence, Dorian accepted the second offer. How hard could military training be anyway? In short: Very hard. Though he had assumed he would, Dorian was not admitted into a standardized training program or other such things. No, he was trained personally by the man who took him in, and while General Starkkewolfe was a kind person, he was a very hard teacher. Many physical training lessons ended in a sore body and and no energy left, while education ended in burst eardrums and lost fillings. But to his credit he had to be. He was teaching a 12 year old how to read, write, and use magic from scratch, as well as correct his bad fighting habits. Dorian's stubborn attitude didn't much help speed things up either. But as the years passed, the two made plenty of progress, and ever so slowly Dorian became integrated into the Starkkewolfe household. He went with the General and his wife to events, freeloaded in their house, took on their last name, and even finally accepted the name that they gave him as his own: Dorian.

Combat Information Primary Division: Magic Brigade Secondary Division: Assault Troops

Weapons

Energy Gloves: A pair of brown gloves with a magic circle inscribed on each of the backs, put together by himself and based off the model of very same weapon his adopted father used in his career. They allow the user to produce and shape raw magical energy by channeling it through the gloves. This raw energy is typically used to enhance the power of spells, but also possesses spells of its own, cast with a combination of gestures and specific trigger phrases. Spear-Staff: A traditional mage's staff modified with a blade affixed to the bottom, allowing for use both as a spear and a conductor of magic spells. It is typically wielded in reverse grip, with the blade pointed upwards and the spherical staff head facing down.

Abilities

Magic: While not intended to become a powerful mage, Dorian was fortunate enough to be the recipient of magical training from one of the best, making up for a good amount of the years he'd missed out on. And while he does easily grasp the theory and apparently has a good deal of potential, his practice is much less refined. His spell selection has often been described as 'hopelessly simple' and 'only suitable for destroying things'. Yet even with multiple reprimands telling him to change his focus, his spells maintain a very obvious theme. Awareness: Dorian possesses a sort of 'sixth sense' that lets him very easily perceive even minute changes in the environment and in people, equally. An ability refined by constant, habitual use in his younger days. It mostly relies on vision, with hearing somewhat contributing. Very difficult to explain and really only useful for self-interest or for getting called paranoid. Swiftness: Quickness of both movement and reaction. It doesn't denote any talent for acrobatics, climbing, or other such things, merely that Dorian is just a pretty fast guy overall. A trait that's served him very well in the various stages of his life.

Techniques/Spell

Energy Conversion: Forcible substitution of stamina for magical energy and vice versa. While it could be considered a convenient ability, the conversion process causes high levels of pain to the user. Undoubtedly something Dorian's master told him specifically not to experiment with, but did anyway. Seven-League Step: Focusing of magical energy into the body, allowing high-speed linear movement towards a targeted location. The amount of magical energy required varies based on the distance traveled, while speed is based on how balanced the focused energy is. Nine Sun Birds: The pinnacle of Dorian's skill as a warrior, a technique formed in a misunderstood lesson. Nine high-speed strikes at nine vital locations. Can be executed with swings, stabs or jabs, and combined with other techniques to increase killing power. Energy Glove-Exclusive Techniques Barrage, Fire: With nothing but a simple phrase and the channeling of magical energy, Dorian can assault the enemy with bolts of energy aimed at the direction of his hand. Due to time needed to gather energy, the stronger the bolts the slower the rate of fire, and vice versa. Load, Down: Upon invoking the spell, magical energy from the gloves charge an object they are touching with energy. Each strike by the object, typically Dorian's staff, discharges magical energy in the form of minor explosions, the recoil of which can be used to set up other strikes. The amount of strikes can be increased by pouring more energy into the object, but if not used in a specific amount of time, the object will release all the leftover energy within it.

Other Information

• CV: Hiroshi Kamiya
• Some rumors of Dorian's origin include: being Starkkewolfe's estranged illegitimate son; a feral child raised by goblins; a time travelling dragonslayer from the dawn of the Extinction War; and a dragon-in-human-form taken from his brood.
• Dorian is a very big eater.
• Despite having abandoned the way of life, Dorian still possesses enough sleight of hand skill to make people worry.
• To this day, Dorian has never once stepped foot back into Atland's slums.

Drakenguard

Aighty, two more for the big guy: 1) Is ability to do magic inborn or teachable? 2) Magic weapons, yes/no? And is the magic ability required to use one, if yes.

Naruto: The Beast Awakening

I've been in the mood to play a ninjutsu-artillery type ninja for a while. Count me in.

Drakenguard

Also, nice to see ya, Grey.

Blu

Nice to see you as well! Anywho, just a question or two before I get to work: 1) How advanced is the tech of the humans? 2) How free-form is the magic? Are there specific types you have in mind or is it just a 'if it's balanced it's ok' sort of thing?