Hellis

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@Bright_Ops

Accepted :D

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Note. You will be able to make a secondary charachter if you so wish once I feel we all have the ball going properly.

Valoren

Name: Valoren Ahallah
Race: Thiefling (Djinn Linage)

A tiefling, he is half demon. However, unlike most city Tieflings, he is not from a Succubi or a Incubus or similar infernal creatures. He is the offspring of a Desert Demon. A so called Djinn. This has not spared him the City Inquisition from making note of his existence. However, due to his almost sheepish innocence, they feel uncomfortable about even the thought of putting him near fire.

Not that fire would help. Djinn blood makes him near impervious to heat. On the flip side, he has deadly fright of running water.

Appearance:

One thing most people dont realize about dancers, they are pretty built. Valoren is no different. Having spent his life keeping himself in tip top form for his former Mistress and Sultana, he is quite fit. His slender but powerful form has the added benefit of being clawed. His fingertips all end in razor sharp nails that he files to a point.

Age: 32

Former Professional: Dancer at Sultana D’zannas Harem.

Hand To Hand combat: All the Sultansas Harem boys are trained in basic martial arts skills incase they need to sacrifice themselves to protect her. With added benefit of demonic blood and literal claws, Valoren isn’t as harmless as he first appear.

Whips: The Sultana didn’t allow her boys to wield anything crude. Their weapons needed to be wielded with elegance and flourish to fit her aestethics. Whips, Iron Fans, Needles nad hidden daggers only. In Valorens case, he is a menace with his whip given enough space.

Slight of Hand: Things go missing near the dancing boy. That is for certain.

Dancing: Valoren knows at least thirty forms of dance, from across all six continents.

Personality:

Bubbly isn’t quite right. There is a sharpness to him that is undeniable if you spend time around him. He is just capable of appearing completely clueless and innocent if it aids him. He is a reveler, enjoying his newfound freedom his absolute limit. He is often invited to Brothels to to teach the girls and boys to dance, something the Guard has told him is against every regulation ever made about private interest and personal involvement.

History:

His life was a simple one. Born in a lone desert town. Mother was a lonely woman, his dad was apperently a demon. Raised to be a nice and good boy who treated everyone with respect. Then the Sultana visited their village and fell insantly in love with the boys exotic looks. She bought him off his mother for a sum greater then the village put together. Last he checked, his mother was on another continent.

As a part of the Harem, he was thought many, many things. He was taught every new dance his Mistress found fascinating. He was taught to read and write, only so that he could read her poetry. He was lavished with attention on a good day, completly ignored in the favor of some new toyboy the next. He was growing quietly dissatisfied with his stay and started to become more prone to sour moods and it only escelated his Mistress negligence. One day, he found out the Harem was being pruned. He was told he was going to be free.

There was catch.

The Sultana was holy according to her laws and religions, and any man who had been with her must not be with anyone else. This included him of course. And the way to ensure that was… painfull to say the least.

Not wanting to lose one of the few things he had to his name, he managed to escape the night before his “surgery”. He hitched a ride aboard a vessel bound for Kings Knell. There he found his way into a brothel, where immediately charmed the Madam. He spent two years at “The Ogress” as a dance instructor. Untill a rowdy patron pushed her after he told her he was in fact a boy. As the rowdy drunkard of a woman pushed however. he acted on instinct, he flipped the woman onto a table. Said woman was Captain BLackheart of the Guard. While not amused, she was also impressed and pressed him into service.

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Blackheart

Character Sheet
Name: Beatrice “Blackheart” Bolevar
Race: Human (Cursed)’

Beatrice have been cursed for her act of vengeance upon House Kalaba. While she can die, she cannot have a slow death. Instant killing blows like running through her heart or cutting of her head always seem to fail. Instead she may get stabbed through a non vital part to bleed out, or her throat might be partially cut up. This was put on her as they meant to torture her. But House Kalaba collapsed upon itself financially before they got that far.

Note, while she is hard to kill,she is very far from immortal. She heals just as slowly as any other human and is just as susceptible to disease, poison, and magical cause of death bar disintegration.

Appearance:


Ginger hair and freckles, green eyes that sparkle with life. Those were words her mother once used to describe Beatrice. Now beatrice eyes are dull green overflowing with cynisicsim. Her pale skin is more often not covered with dirt and grime. Her body is built, muscle honed by the constant sword practice and workout. Her face is a mask of tired regret. Her lips seems to always be chapped, her red hair is tied down in a tight short ponytail that’s been cut and frayed several time. A long scar run acroos her throat where the medic healed her from a otherwise fatal injury. As a result, her voice is always raspy and harsh. In fact, she has scars across her body.

Age: 32

Former Professional: Captain of the Lady Melarosas Bodyguards/ Lady Knight
Skill:

Swordsmanship: A talented swordswoman by all means, her one refined techniques have been reduced to a sort of angry, brawly and instinctual fighting on Kings Knells streets.

Literate: You’d be surprised how many don’t know how to read or write in Kings Knell.

Iron Liver: Nobody drinks like Beatrice.She might just be Black Liver instead of heart.

Code of Chivalry: She knows all there is to know about knighthood. Knows what banners belong to what house. How to conduct and challenge to a duel. How to eat like high society. How to dance (Only leading, to the confusion of every man she ever danced with.).How to ride a horse. How to kick a suitor is the 'nads when nobody is looking.

Personality: Beatrice is not called blackheart for nothing. The Cynical woman's heart might just have shrivelled to the size of a raisin at this point. You are hard pressed to find any woman or man more disillusioned with the world. She absolutely loathes the Guard and everyone in it, including herself. Hell, Especially herself. But she does not hate herself to just end it all. She is violent to the point that hardened criminals has complained to the chief justices. Add to that a rampant sort of alcholism that leaves taverns dry and out of buisness from unpayed bartabs.

History:

House Melarosa stood for over 300 years as beacon of purity. The Lady Benicia Melarosa was the Matron of the house back when Beatrice was only a child. Beatrice wasn’t noble by any means, she was just the daughter to one of the house many servants. But the Melarosa have a tradition they call Ascendance. In which they allow a child of their servents to join the rank of their Guard and aspire to actual Knightdom. And as Melarosian tradition allowed for female and male knights alike, Beatrice was chosen.

Beatrice was really made for it. Her father was the stable master, and she had rode horses since the age of 7. And being around the stables meant a lot of hefting and lifting, so she was plenty strong for a girl her age. Her father had about as much concern for gender rolls as a overworked, all hands at work dad could have in the dukedom of Melarosa.

She took like her apprenticeship like a fish to water. She was attentive. She was brawny. She was intelligent. She was exceptionally prone to “Justified violence”. The latter meant she would duel you the second she went from Paige to Anointed knight. And she was good at it. As tall as most of the boys, she was fast and and talented with the blade.

But all stories come to an end. And so would hers. Only a few months into the duty of bodyguard for the Lady Anise Melarosa, the daughter of Benecia, things went awry. The rival house of Kalaba had been buying up all the local privateers to hassle any Melerosian ships. They would buy grain from merchants at price, knowing that Melarosa could not compeet. They were starving them.

And then. One day, Melarosa had to succumb. The Lady Anise was to be married away, uniting the two Houses. Outraged by this, like any good knight who wanted a outright battle, Beatrice decided to duel one of the princes.

The Duel was short. Becouse it ended with a swift, very unknightly kick to the jewels for the prince. ANd then a unholy beating of the other brothers who were offended that she had just nutted their brother. Mainly by driving a iron plated knee to their groins one after the other. When she was finally Dragged off, she escaped to light the entire dock on fire.

For this, she was apprehended and deemed unworthy of knighthood by the Kalaba, who now were rulers of her former retainer. Further, and more critically, she was cursed to die a slow death. However, the mage had taken the slow death as to vague, and instead of making her die a slow death, he made it so that she could die a quick one. Kalaba thought this would work in favor of torture at the very least. Fortuneteller for the Lady Knight, her stunt had them in ruination. And unpaid mercenaries and cut throats came demanding payment. The House Kalaba would be dismantled. Sadly, the pillaging spilled over to Melarosa house, and as the blame lay with a disgraced knight, she was promptly booted off the border with only a horse, her armor and sword to her name.

She sought out the guard, knowing full well of their reputation. She rose to the rank of Captain fairly quickly, much due to groin kicking and the ability to strike the fear of of armor plated women into burglars everywhere. She had to sell her armor and horse to afford a place outside the slums to live though.

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@Snagglepuss89

Your fine. There is a sardonic darkly humerous punchline to your story. xD

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@FantasyChic

Accepted

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@FantasyChic'

The charachter is solid enough, I will say. But that is awfully grim and serious backstory you got there. You do realize this is a very lighthearted and humerous in tone rp, right? Just making sure you understand the vibe I am going for here. Also. Elves don't hit puberty untill like, late 70's. Just a heads up. You might wanna write 25 as "apparent age"

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@Infamous Empath I think maybe this isn't the rp is for you if that is your reaction. You didn't even deign to write a single word of description for him. Sorry, but I think it is best for us both if you do not join.

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@DepressedSoviet Accepted. That task is.. hilariously out of proportion.

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@Halvtand Accepted cx . My Ankh-Morporkian soul weeps with joy.

@Infamous Empath You are gonna have to write me a better description then that my friend. Pointing to a minuscule picture is currently netting you a big negative in my opinion of the sheet. There are also no guns like that. At best they are oneshot, prone to exploding.

@Snagglepuss89 Yes :D