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Astrovia: Under new management

CS posted. Got lots of work to be doing over the next few days, so my IC posts will be a bit intermittent, if that's alright.

Astrovia: Under new management

Zack Itzhak

"I'll show them power! I can do it!"

Basics
Name: Zack Itzhak.

Nickname/Alias:
"Cackling Zack."

Race:
Nin'tah. Coyote.

Gender:
Male.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual.

Age:
38.

Additional Info
Personality:
Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him.

While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power.

He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion.

He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others.

He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating.

Appearance:
A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions.

Height:
6'2.

Weight:
142 lbs.

Fight related
Magic:
Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from.

Class:
Warlock.

Weapons/Items:
A relatively plain iron staff.

Strengths:

- A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic.

- He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around.

Weaknesses:

- Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless.

- It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment.

Techniques:
It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can.

Flavor:
Theme Song:
This is how it should beeee, this is how it iiiis

Astrovia: An Anthro Fantasy World

You cannot escape, Ridlins. This was over the moment we clapped eyes on you. JOIN US.

(If you want to, I mean.)

Astrovia: An Anthro Fantasy World

Western Lahria or thereabouts sounds good, then!

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

@ClocktowerEchos
Naw, it's fine. Never mind n' suchlike.

Secrets of War: Alternate History WWII RP

@ClocktowerEchos
Hello there. Just one thing. I've been thinking on it, and would it be possible for you to perhaps change your character's outfit? I was on the fence about it at first, but it does seem a smidge out of place. Initially I was like, "well it's anachronistic, but a lot of things are in this RP." But I dunno. It's not like you're going to get kicked out of the RP if you can't find something else to replace it with, but it'd just be appreciated if you gave it a look.

Overall it's honestly not as big a deal as it may appear to be for me. If it ultimately stays as is, I won't be complaining and secretly resenting you forever and ever or anything like that.

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Also, on a more important note, I've been considering perhaps just saying fuck it and starting this RP, even though there's only like one Axis character right now and several more Allied ones in the works. I could always just make things work with extensive NPC-ery on their behalf. The rest can be assumed to arrive in later waves or something. But I'll wait a while more before I make that decision.

Speaking of those characters in the works, also generally checking up on everyone's character progress. How are you all doing?

Astrovia: An Anthro Fantasy World

We've been talking about it, and we have considered the possibility of just carrying on from where we are in the IC, yeah.

Astrovia: An Anthro Fantasy World

Not exactly burning with curiosity to find out how it was the bear man became the wounded wreck he was, Zack continued to his actual destination, the city of Avisthelm. After a few more hours travel, it finally came into view. The sprawling, massive city was always an awing, humbling site for Zack. After all, he had grown up among squat adobe structures strewn across the Nin'thassias share of the central desert. There was really no comparing the two.

Once within the city walls, it did not take Zack long to find his destination. Before him sat a small cottage. The outside bore some signs of neglect and disrepair, but not too much more than the other houses on the street. The curtains were drawn shut in every window. He wandered up to the door and rapped against it in an exact tune, the sequence agreed upon by him and the occupants long ago. A grin spread as he swung the door open and stepped inside.

Inside were three coyote youths sat in a circle on the floor. They were seemingly in the middle of a game, wherein they each took turns twirling a small spinning top. To each of their sides were piles of books. Zack grinned to them, and they lifted their heads to return smiles to him. They sprang up and rushed over to him, all three latching onto him. He wrapped his own arms around them to complete the group hug.

"Ezekiel, Isaiah, and Balaam, how you've grown! You're gonna be even taller than I am some day!" Zack chirped.

"Taller than you? I hope not! I see the way you have to duck your head to even come in here, Zack!" sneered Balaam.

Zack burst into laughter and ruffled his mop of hair. All four of them wandered over to the center of the room together. As Zack sat down, he pinched the stem of the spinning top and gave it a twirl.

"Now, I hope you boys haven't been playing games all of the time. You've been studying as well, yes?" Zack interrogated with a warm smile.
The three boys looked to each other, then grinned to him sheepishly.

"Well, we play the games sometimes!" said Isaiah.

"... A lot of the time." added Ezekiel.

"Though to be fair," interjected Balaam, "We mostly do it as part of the trick you taught us. Y'know, if we think the guards are coming, shift the books aside and play the game, so we don't get caught."

Zack turned his gaze to each as they spoke, his grin growing wider and wider.

"Well, I know I push you real hard, but what's life without a bit of fun every now and then anyhow?" Zack snickered, then peered at the top, which had by now settled on its side. "More importantly, how'd I do?" He rubbed his hands eagerly.

"Well, uh. You got a bad side. You lost." Balaam explained, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Gotta hand over your stuff, bucko!" Isaiah snickered, doing a worse job than Balaam at containing his amusement.

Zack laughed and shook his head. He swung his staff over and unbound the bindle. He sat the bag before the three boys and unfurled it, letting its contents fall out. Numerous gaudy, intricate trinkets spilled forth. Ezekiel, Balaam and Isaiah immediately started examining each item.

"Tried to bring you back more stuff to play with this time. When learning magic, it's best to see how the professionals do it. So, by all means, poke and prod and break these magic devices to see how they work. They only cost me many week's lunches, after all." Zack said as he fell onto his back, his arms wrapped behind his head, an ankle rested over the other.

"So you're telling us it's okay to take breaks from study to have fun, and now you're giving us more homework?" said Isaiah teasingly.

"Study -is- fun, isn't it? Besides, it's the only way any of you are ever gonna be as powerful as big bro - me." said Zack idly, finishing with a yawn.

At this, all three pounced upon him, lightly bashing him with their balled hands. Zack squirmed and giggled under their combined assault. When he grew tired of this, Zack launched his counter attack, and soon had Balaam and Isaiah under either arm. Ezekiel had bolted off. Zack burst into laughter.

"Hey, put up a good fight this time," said Zack, admiringly, "And why is it important to put up a good fight, little ones?"

"Life punishes weakness." Isaiah and Balaam recited in near unison. Ezekiel's voice joined them from the other room.

Zack released the two from their headlock and nodded, a pleased grin on his face.

"We're the last of the Itzhaks. There will come the day where I'm not going to be around to be strong for you all anymore. It's why you each gotta become powerful like me and keep what's left of our tribe alive."

"You keep talking about keeping the tribe alive, but why haven't you met any nice nin'tah girlies yet, big bro?" jeered Balaam.

Zack gave a stunned look, then some aghast laughter. This only increased the amusement of Balaam, and soon his brothers were snickering also. Zack suddenly grinned broadly, then leaned over, gripped the hem of Balaam's wool cap, and tugged it down over his face. Zack folded his arms as he watched Balaam stumble around, amused. Isaiah and Ezekiel now laughed at Balaam as he stumbled over.

"You're lucky I promised the city watch I won't use my powers here, young man. I mean, it's the only reason they let me visit you lot in the first place." said Zack.

"You're -still- seen as a threat?" Ezekiel said as his interest was caught by yet another one of the baubles Zack had brought him, consisting of a small orrery-esque structure, kept in eternal motion by its enchantments.

"Ayup. Haven't done -anything- to the locals in, hell, years by now. But they don't want me making a mess of things" explained Zack as he slumped onto a rickety rocking chair in the corner, then let out a yawn. "They've been nicer to me this visit, though. They've told me I've got a week to stay with you guys."

Astrovia: An Anthro Fantasy World

@Lugia

Well. I think what we're settling on right now is more the back of the DVD case summary of who we are and what we're doing, not the actual narrative arc, twists and turns and so forth in of themselves.

Astrovia: An Anthro Fantasy World

RIP Shard, first casualty of the husbandu war.

But seriously though, take care, and thank you for making the thread in the first place.