Hellis

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

He strolled trough the wreckage and debris of his new hometown. The look on his face would have stopped a pitbull in it's tracks and the look in his eyes might aswell be pair of daggers. He was a warrior, a soldier, a mercenary. He was no stranger to death, he had seen it again. It dogged him, hounded him like a unmercyfull beast. Even now, post retirement, he found himself in its presence. It was like a second nature to him, stepping over the charred remains of some poor sods body. He was as some would say; ”That one man you wanted by your shoulder, never infront of you.”

His heavy leather boots brought him forward in confident, unapologetic strides that made the giant of a man even more menecing. People stepped aside as he moved, people wanted none of what he most likely brought; Death. His mercenary force was still active, out in Europe. His crest, the wolf, was a symbol that meant he had a talent for killing, that he possed combat experience and unforgiving fury in the face of the enemy. With his muscet slung across his shoulder and Bardiche hanging on his back with the swedish army coat billowing in the wind, he was exuding every bit of his mercenary self. He had tried to get away from violence, but even before this he had gotten in trouble. He fondly remembered decking two local officers. Only his ties with the local nobles kept him somewhat safe.

His day had started well enough. He had eaten, he had trained, he had chatted with some locals. Then the town had been turned into a inferno and he found himself running for his weapons. Fleeing was not in the nature of this man. People said it was a dragon, he knew not of any dragons. He knew siege weapons however, and not even the greek fire some of the spanish Ongrels threw could do this kind of damage. He was strolling directly towards the palace for reasons unknown to himself. A nagging feeling told him to go there, and so he did.

On his way he got joined up by a man he knew as Louise Hernandez. Louis was a merchant who had once saved his life off the french coast. The two were friends ever since.

”Senor Ekengren. Someone has asked for you to be at the palace!”

”I figured” Johan said and nodded. He didn't let the fact that this was news to him show. Atleast he knew why he was walking there now. He sped up his pace so that the round, more then wellfed merchant found himself running to keep up. They made their journey there in silence. As he arrived he noted he was not the only one summoned. His eyes however, fell on the Pirate

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes [Vampire Horror/Cyberpunk]

I will finish my char tommorow

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Child upgrade:
+ Heavy Hitter(2); Her resolve and anger have led to Child harnessing her rage. She plans to smash faces.
+ Gladiatorial fighting (2); Child has decided she really do not wish to die again. More care going into her devestating fighting style.
+ new trait; Slippery. Her training does make her agile, but the whole death thing seems to have supercharged her. She really, really do not wish to be hit.
+ new custom trait; Lock up
A great way to deal with annoying opponents long reach is to sacrifice a blow for a block. Child has this down to art. By absorbing the blow on her tonfas, weapons made for the express purpose to block weapons, especially bladed ones, she can lock and possibly unarm a opponent using his own momentum. This is of course, very much a double edged sword, and something that needs to work at pretty much her first attempt. The more your oppontent knows your plan, the easier he can counter it himself!

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Name: Johan Ekengren
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Stockholm, Sweden
Religious Affiliation: Protestant.
Secular Affiliation: Swedish Empire/Lappvargarna
Level of education: High
Social status: Frowned upon; A man of simple birth with a extraordinary talent for nasty things. His particular talents for have brought him fame, not all of it good.
Occupation: Mercenary

Appearance: A Swedish grenadier has to be over 6 feet and so Johan is exception. Standing at 6'4, Johan is as such reffered to as the blonde giant by his mates. His hair is a bright blonde, a slowly receding hairline has caused him to cut is shorter. His eyes are a dark, blue color, common among his region of birth. He dresses himself in the blue and yellow of his country, a grey, large weapons coat covering most of his person. The standard of his mercenary force is embroidered on his arm. A wolf wearing a crown.

Personality: Unwavering and resilient to a fault. He is a battle hardened, pious man whos dedication to his king turned into a do or die attitude. The mercenary inside him is the combination of glory hounding and greed, with a pinch of embittered survivors guilt.

Skill set: Melee combat (Bardiche), Marksman (Musket), Tactics and Military survivalism. A born soldier, Johan uses his bardiche with great effect aswell as his musket. A large man, he is known to fight tooth and nail, but he posses a surpisingly calm and collected mind for tactics as well.

Languages: Swedish (native), German (Good), Latin (decent), French (Decent), English (poor)

Bio: A

Notes: The mercanary battalion that are his brothers in arms, are technically under command of the swedish crown. Like the german Landknecth, the Lappvargarna are mercenaries that are in hight demand. Known for their Pike and Musket formations and tactics of marching as one, close to the enemy before firing.

Still working on the BIO. just to show you i got something.

Ferguson, MO protests and police brutality.

So Boerd said
Nobody trusts government or law enforcement less than I. However, what little evidence we have I think backs up the cops. I will be the first to admit I was wrong if that changes.

There are videos of them teargassing news crews and taking down their equipment. There are witness statements of them shooting the kid in the back several times.

The Silver Leaves; A Northern Crusade.

That's fine. I am waitinf for Nox to post a answer to Iano for now. Should be any day now. How is everyone today?

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

:D Posted.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Dressing room, Child

”Miss. Please stand still. You are hurt!” The medic tending to her was in a state of panic. The youn half-blood was not taking the whole dress up for ball well. She had hollared and protested. She had gone from back to life and in shock to being a dressup doll. There was also people mistaking her for Dianas brood due to her Mask. Not that she had any idea who that lot were. But she didn't like being reffered to someone that belonged to anyone. So now she was dealing with a bunch of maids, a healer and sewstress. They had apprently sewn her a entire dress during her deep sleep. How they took her measurements so well she could only speculate in, and the more she did the angrier she got. Child was not strictly, a girl or a boy. And this had clearly not been accepted by her 'benefactors.' They consistently tried to get her wear frilly things. Her protests were soffocated as they suddenly snared the corset tight. Her still healing ribs screamed and she lost her breath.

”GNuuhhh-stooop!” She finally cried out, grabbing one of the mads by the wrist and janking her close. She had somehow taken the scissor of the seamstress in the same motion and held it against the poor womans face. She was close to feinting. The Healer, clearly made of sterner stuff huffed and shook her head. ”You need to rest. Your chest is still recovering”

”Then why, are you, trying, to fit, me in, a GODDAMN CORSET!” Child objected, nearly loosing her temper completely. Somehow, the maids used this moment to snare a silken sash around her waist. The color was not terrible on her, but she looked less then pleased by this. Her scowl beneath the mask would have scared a rabid pitbull. But as the mask firmly hid anything but the rage in her eyes, peoples reactions were less timid even if the whole 'stabby' feeling was enough to keep the less brave ones at a distant..

”Becouse. Began the Healer. ”It's the ball.” Her face was settling ino a motherly frown. It was suprsingly oppressive and disarming. Child lowered the improvised weapon ever so slightly. Her arms crossed she met the eyes of the Healer who had a good 30 kilos on her, and some impressive scars of her own.

”So?” Child inquired, the maids stared at the two. They were cought between two rather scary people.

”Your presence would be appreciated. You are of the Queens Blades. You need to look more... formal. It would not do for you to represent them dressed in a broken piece of leather armor. Not very inspiring.” She wasn't budging, and Child could feel her anger dissepate. She slumped in defeat.

”..Fine” Defeated, Child lost her hostile posture entirely. The maids were on her like welldressed piranhas. Soon enough she had a ballgown fit for nobility, sued in part, by the head maid who was beaming at Child. ”Perfe-” Her words cut short as child tore off the arms, ripped it in places and then demanded a pair of pants. One of the maids fainted, The healer dug her face into her palm and somewhere, a seamstress felt suddenly ill.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

The first RP i've been in to actually finish :D

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Working on my post and CS. Should be done today