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Imagine not knowing about the schenanigans that coding-wizard got into on Iwaku... There's no post formatting that man can't harness for his unholy machinations.
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What do you call a bunch of billionaires at the bottom of the ocean? A good start.
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My girl got a yeast infection. Make bread with that, call it hole grain
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"Jason" is a name from ancient greece that sounds like it was made up in the united states in 1979.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.




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E D W A R D T H O R N


| N A M E |
Edward Amadeus Thorn


| A G E |
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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
Edward is.. Neurotic. Yes, that's one way to put it. A bit of a mess, a spass, talking in tongues or blabbering on about absolute nonsense.. When he is lucid however, Edward is a hypermaniac, he's efficient, he's calculating, he's incredibly intelligent a polymath, in fact. A social networker without peer, and in many ways frankly put just a genius America hasn't seen since the founding fathers. His powers, added on with his substance abuse and his alcoholism however makes this genius and hypermania tough to see behind the dellusions of a madman who'd rather spend his time down the bottle or talking to animals than being productive. Raised incredibly religious, when he hit puberty he immediately figured he would be a sinner - being a bisexual but incapable of love. And a couple of years into his adolescents,
his fears became all too real with the emergence of his abilities. Being inside the head of people seems like everyone's dream, but it's really more of a nightmare. Because of this, he mostly uses his abilities on animals, making his probably most defining trait - after the booze and the nicotine that reeks off of him - be how he's a lover of animals.


| A P P E A R A N C E |
Ed Stands at 6'3 and 189 pounds. He's got a athletic build as in his periods of mania he workout as much as he can handle.
His face is never clean shaven, sporting a light sunburn and a fice o'clock shadow, if not a beard. His hair's a mess, swept to the side with no real thought put into it. His clothing changes from casual to business casual. Dress shirts or baseball T's are the most common thing that he drapes himself in. Stonewashed, ripped jeans or a pair of chinos and a pair of leather boots or sneakers on his feet.
carries a shoulder holster which could hold both a pistol and a combat knife but remains empty these days.


| A B I L I T Y |
Hyper aggressive neural communication;
Eddie is a telepath. He can read thoughts, he can implant thoughts and he can take them away. The mind's a lock and Ed has the skeleton key, even though sometimes he uses it more like a crowbar. The complexity of how easy one's brain is to penetrate depends on the person. Someone who has their guard up is in general a lot more difficult than someone that isn't.

Strengths:
Reading your thoughts; Eddie can read what's on your immediate mind, what that little voice, or perhaps many little voices in your head are telling you. He has a innate precognition for impulses that, while slowed by his own drowsiness, gives him a immediate edge in any situation, regardless off if it's a match of chess or a gunfight.

Mindwhisperer; Ed will whisper sweet nothings into your mind's eye, a clever manipulator on his best days, allowing him to influence the actions of others.

Astral Projectile Canon; Edward can cast his own consciousness into another man or mouse, leaving his body catatonic. This has limited uses and provides massive strain on Edward's psyche, it requires great concentration and the constant suppression of the other person's consciousness, making it no small ordeal. This is however most often used for scouting, putting his mind into that of an animal's, for instance.

Senseblast; Theoretically, Edward can use his abilities to put another person's brain into stasis, to pause every signal going in and out of the brain and make it appear as such time stands still for that person. He's never demonstrated this usage of his ability but in a pinch he's made hints that it's there, leading him to believe he is far more powerful than he would seem. If he can stop time, what else is there he could do?

Limitations:
Edward is an alcoholic, a drug addict and a deeply disturbed individual. He's paranoid and he's tough to deal with, while he's made sure everyone who knew him is dead or worse, it doesn't stop him from imagining them to be very much so on his footsteps. Pressure and the conflict of self are Edward's greatest challenges, more so than the actual limitations of his power.

His ability relies on concentration, focus and inner peace. If he cannot silence the voices inside of his own head, how could he ever hope to find those voices of others? People who keep their guard up, their mind sharp, have no obvious mental weaknesses or vices makes it tougher for Edward to find his way into their mind.


| S K I L L S |
Ed's a genius, a beautiful mind, a modern Hamilton or Mozart. He's a master of math, knows as many languages as he's heard people think in. His abilities have prompted his natural problem solving and puzzling abilities to work in overdrive, as cracking a person's brain is a lot like cracking a code. By the way he engages with people, it become clear Ed has a background in the intelligence business, perhaps he was a cop or a spook.

He's a lousy hand to hand combatant, but the scars on his hands, jaw, forearms and torso would indicate he's been in more than a few scraps. Overreliance on his ability in a heated situation's his motto, turning allies into foes and foes into friends. Making a shooter miss their target with a thought, or making that knife aimed at him find it's way into another foe. Triggering a deep seated fear in a foe, or perhaps sending soldiers of the animal kingdom to fight his battles is more up his alley. His greatest finesse however, is deescalating conflicts, solving them before they have to turn to violence.


| E Q U I P M E N T |
Cross necklace he got from his mother, or was it sister as a child
Aviators that have seen their best days. Fucked to hell with scratches and specks of dirt, blood and god knows what else.
He owns a nine millimeter pistol, he owns no ammunition that the gun will shoot.
Pack of smokes and a zippo lighter.
Flask of liquor in his jacket at all times.


| B E L I E F S |
He's Catholic, constantly in a state of apology for his very existance. While he's on one hand smart enough to see that the church is full of shit, he's on the other hand messed up enough that he beliefs all of their preachings about people with gifts, non-straights and so forth. He prays on the regular and is known to whisper a prayer when things get dicey. He owns several bibles, in fact, he's got an entire bookshelf. They are the most common used way of transferring coded messages within the city walls - and outside of it.


|T R A I T S|
Trailing off during sentences, or having disjointed thoughts are incredibly common for Edward, making him perhaps not the easiest person in the world to talk to. Well, especially not if you're one of the only people in the world who knows he can hack your brain, while barely standing up straight.

He likes whiskey above all, despises beer and wine, but will settle for any other kind of spirits. He can't sleep and has horrible nightmares, so whatever drug he can get his hands on that will knock him out with a couple of shots of whiskey will be at the top of his Christmas list. When he is lucid enough, he loves Poker, Texas style, even long before he could literally see past the oppositions poker face. The closest to love he has is for his pet squirrel Spyke, who's the only one he openly shares his thoughts and feelings with.

He despises owls. They are elitist pricks and Edward will not tolerate them near him. He hates kids and women in general annoy him. One time they're passable is when they're as fucked up on whatever substance as he is and in bed. On that note, he hates commitments and relationships. When you can literally read your partner's mind during intercourse - and you often do unwillingly, it really kills the mood.

He fears being found out. Not as bisexual or as a mutant, but as the monster he really is, of being held accountable for the things he's done and the people he's hurt. Well, that, and whatever his nearest neighbor is having nightmares about.


<Snipped quote by Hillan>

Haha! Good to see you again! Life is good, sir, life is good. How are you doing?


Hanging in there, kicking and screaming as it were.

@VongheseOh dang, wassup son!

Interested.

Celebrating me having lost 20 pounds in three weeks, figures it's about time to drop one of these.

I'm going to have to Withdraw from this RP. My schoolwork is keeping me too busy to give this the attention I see it deserves.

Best of luck, chaps.



𝔄𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔯


Name:
Arthur Karl Stoltson


Epithet
The Golden Prince


Alias
Arthur Bronzewin


Age:
Arthur is twenty six years old, the peak of his life.


Race:
Despite his rumored blue blood as a nobleman, Arthur is Human.


Appearance:
Arthur stands at a respectable 6'1, with a muscular build one would expect of a warrior of his ilk. He's a fairly large guy, but he keeps a lean slender-esque build, so he's hardly the biggest soldier in a company. His features are well defined, yet regal and exquisite, he's a good looking man, as is expected from a man of his status. His skin is free from the normal blemishes of the working class, his face is a light bronze hue from the hours in the sun - a much cleaner and paler look than the peasants or common folk of the land.

Well groomed and well thought out facial hair sculpted by the best barber in the city. His hair is always cut by that very same barber, as opposed to being thorn from working. Arthur normally wears expensive clothing made out of the finest fabrics, silk and the like. His tunics are always well washed, unless they've recently gotten stained. His leggings often carry some sort of hardened leather pieces to them, and he always wears a leather jacket with reinforced patches on his arms, chest and back. On his right shoulder is a leather shoulder pad with his family crest - The Diamond Lion. Boots matching the leggings and jacket are always to match. On his waist hangs his sword sheath. A dagger is safely secured on the other side of his waist, and a smaller dagger is hidden in his boot.

His armor he wears while out for war is modest if not for the special engravings in the trim of the armor, it looks really nothing special from the average knight's. A full set of plate with a chainmail base and leather accents, a tabard with no direct markings on, as to not draw attention. It's not the heaviest of armors, and as such provides poor protection against arrows or spears, but it does allow him to move fast enough to handle himself in more than a few sword fights.


Personality:
Arthur is a well spoken and well educated man. It shows in the words he chooses to speak - well, on occasion. It's not true to say that Arthur tends to piss people off, but if a gentleman would accuse Arthur of having pissed him off, few would find that hard to believe. A Nobleman, a knight by trade and a prince by birth, Arthur's not always the paragon people would expect. He's a lover at heart, and a enormous flirt, his favorite saying is 'I've yet to find a woman I've not fallen in love with'. Which largely holds true, his wish for romance has no borders, it does not care for status in the society, current romantic situation, professions, country or even race. This affinity for love gets him into trouble more often than not, combined with the rebellious air around him, he's often one to get into spats with his fellow knights, noblemen or into an old fashioner tavern brawl.
Unlike his brothers and his father, Arthur spends a fair amount of time with the common folk - he earned his nickname ' The Golden Prince' by buying enough rounds at the various taverns, and is as such generally in high standing with the peasants of the kingdoms in his father's domain. Well, as well standing as royalty can have. Due to his dipping his toe in the gutter, he's got a lot of street smart, and is more than likely prone to make morally questionable choices, not always in the pursuit of love, sometimes only for a laugh. For a royalty, he does care awfully much about the common man, and a early fascination with the Journeymen and their Order have always made him aspire to be something of a hero. Often to his detriment.


Backstory:
Born to possibly the least humble beginings imaginable, Arthur is the third son of Queen Mavi and King Erik Stoltson, the current regent of the Gaelia. His older brothers are Robin, the Crown Prince,
and the middle child, Jakob. Arthur grew up well, a safe home far from the conflicts of the common man, pandered to at every turn and every desire he ever had served to him. But, this was not the destiny Arthur sought to carve for himself. The young prince demanded to be treated just like his brothers - not to be pampered, but spurred to become a warrior, A knight, in fact, and a damn good one at that.

This was an attitude he held from early childhood, he was imitating his brothers and their sword practicing as soon as he had learned to walk, and once it was his turn to pick up the blade and be called Apprentice to the wide array of master warriors whom frequented his father's courts. His greatest teacher is his namesake, his father's best friend, and his mother's brother, Sir Arthur Goldwin. Goldwin trained Arthur from he was five years old, putting him through various trials and tests before he was allowed to pick up a blade. He was 14 when he was dubbed Jakob's squire, Jakob had become a Knight a few years prior, having been Robin's squire in turn. Arthur spent equal time with Jakob, being at his side, observing him, helping him when he could.

Notably, their incident at the Prydwen Inn in the outer parts of the Gaelia realm, where they ran into the Red Scorpion Bandit gang, where Arthur earned his first battle scar, and Jakob got to test his mettle is still whispered about in the small village of Prydwen.

Once he got into the back end of his teenage years, his training was coming to it's end, earlier than his brothers had, speaking to Arthur's natural talent as a fighter, albeit he lacked the charisma and constitution of his brothers, skipping training to go hang out with other people his age, people from the common folk. This continued well into his Adult years, more likely to be seen in one of the many Pubs of the Gaelia Capital than he was attending his father's court.

He was 24 when he was knighted, beating out Jakob by two years, and Robin by one. He was given his own estate in any place of his choosing, so he decided he would make his own home one where he had truly found his start - in Prydwen. Thus, Arthur became known as Arthur Of Prydwen, The Golden Prince as he brought reform and prosperity with him to the small village. The village's location on the borders to the smaller nation of Redoria also helped Arthur's personal relationship with the court of Redoria, while worsening his already troubled relation wtih his own court, specifically the son of one of the under kings of Gaelia, The Rollfs Court, a proud court and the Patriarch of the Rollfs court, Udyn, was often criticizing Arthur's father and his way of ruling the nation of Gaelia.

The nation of Redoria was caught in a skirmish with the Gregorian Nation, one of the smaller independent nations within Gaelia's realm, one backed by the house of Rollf. Redoria's Queen, Jachie, reached out to Arthur and begged the prince to lend his aid, to call for his father's army and smite the Gregorian's forces. Arthur asked his father for his aid, but Udyn and his son, Maxwell, Arthur's rival growing up, quickly prompted his father not not lend the Redorian army their aid. An all out war, and Gaelia picking sides would look poorly and threaten the delicate balance of the nation.

Arthur was left on his own. So, instead of being the good son, he did not listen to his father's court, but took action on his own. His Garrison of 100 or so men strong rode across the border the lend the queen their aid. With promises of it being the finest men in all of Gaelia - while in reality they were mostly just farmers Arthur had spent a couple of weeks instructing on martial art. (In all fairness, a lot of armies are educated a lot worse.) Or bandits whom had quit their thieving way once Arthur had put his shining blade to their throat.

The Battle of The Eclipse, as the battle took place on the day of a solar eclipse, ended bloody. Arthur's garrison was in shatters, Redoria's army likewise, but the Gregorians were beaten back and their grasp around Queen Jachie's neck was lifted.

Once the news of this display of utter disrespect for the Court, spearheaded by the prince himself spread across the land, his father was put in quite the tight spot. Jakob explained away his brother's irrationality, to try and appease the court. Arthur was but a young knight, not yet aware of the difficulties of the real world. Robin on the other hand, was not so lenient on his brother, Udyn and Maxwell pressured King Erik to take action.

So Erik did, he revoked Arthur's right to the Prydwyn estate, instead putting the estate under the control of Maxwell, to repay the Rollf house for their losses caused by his son's impulsiveness.

Arthur spent the next couple of years pissing people in the court off, hanging about the capital - taking any war effort he could find to bloody his blade. And drinking and fucking his time away. Well, that is, till it came to his knowledge that Maxwell had burned down much of the town of Prydwyn. The people had been unable to pay his insanely high tax, and therefor, he had burned down their homes to teach them a lesson.

Arthur could not let this stand, and began undercutting Maxwell and his father at every turn he could. Udyn was going to rue the day he ever crossed Arthur Stoltson. He challenged Maxwell to a Knight's Challenge for the estate of Prydwyn - the estate was basically worthless after the arson, but it was a matter of pride and honor for the two young Knights. Maxwell accepted Arthur's challenge and a Torney spectacle took place in the capital, where Arthur beat down Maxwell without pause. Maxwell was a man who only knew politics, who was truly only a knight in name, wore his armor for show and his sword was little more than a prop to spread his influence. Arthur was a real warrior, one who had bled for his beliefs, taken many lives in the name of saving more.

The duel concluded with Arthur being the victor, and winning the estate, the first step towards regaining his honor came with the humiliation of Maxwell. His father, however, was a hardened warrior. One who had fought side by side with Erik and Goldwin. But Udyn was not above underhanded tactics, and one Arthur was back in Prydwyn,
bandit attacks were more and more common, the village being raided time and time again, making it all but impossible for the Prince to rebuild his home. Realizing the Rollf House was at the source of his grief,
he began working on a plan to root them out, one that would land him in far deeper trouble than he had ever been before.


Magic:
The Royal Rune;
Everything in the capital has a lock - the treasury, the warroom, the personal quarters of the King. And this rune on his forearm is the key.

Shield of Goran;
A Runespell passed down from his great ancestor St.Goran the Dragonslayer. The rune was supposedly what Goran used to protect himself from the fires of the Dragons. A Light and Air rune, it creates a directional shield around the user. Arthur's rune is placed on his shoulder and is capable of parrying otherwise fatal hits while draining his stamina in the process. More elegant uses are going in for an attack on a foe whom is also attacking, and using the shield to deflect the incoming blow while carrying on with his own.


Skills:
Swordsmanship;
First and foremost, Arthur is a man of the blade. He's been fighting with a weapon since as long as he's been big enough to old one. Few can bring Arthur pause when it comes to matching steel, even fewer whom he does not share blood with. His swift but deadly skills are hard to match, much thanks to the great masters he have had, being a squire to his oldest brother, he honed the art of war alongside the other princes. Arthur's style relies on grace matched equally with power. Precision and ferocity, a man who can cut an inch deep with a bastard sword - or cut off your arm with a buttering knife. He favors longswords for their equal matching power to speed, as they are most fitting for his style. While he is most versed in blades, he is no stranger to blunts. Maces, hammers or flails are all weapons he's trained in using - while far from as skilled as with his knife.

Martial Arts;
As previously mentioned, Arthur is well versed in the art of war, both as a combatant and as a commander. While he never was given as large commands as his brothers - never one to lead entire armies, he's got a lot of technical knowledge, he was trained the same way his siblings were, but has yet to fully put them to use.

Hunting
Arthur's a decent hunter. He knows the basics of tracking animals, he's a OK shot with a bow. Hardly fit for using it in combat, though. But, in a pinch he's able to hit a deer, or even a bird.


Equipment:
The Dandelion Blade;
A sword created by the masterswordsmith Airon Bronzebeard, the royal Blacksmith of the Garneic Court. The Dandelion Blade is the fourth sword Airon created for the Stoltson family, the first being for his father,
the other two for his older brothers once they had passed their time as squires and had become knights.
The Dandelion Blade is a typical longsword, with the imprint of a Dandelion just above the hilt - a flower that Arthur picked as a young man, during his first battle he was hit in the head by a mace. Thankfully, his helmet protected him. He was almost knocked out cold. And the only thing he remember seeing on the ground was the trampled dandelions.

He survived that battle, earned a scar for it and plenty of experience. Besides the marking feature of the dandelion, the blade has a very regal look to it, a well crafted hilt, a the finest grip one could want so the blade never leaves Arthur's hand, and armed with the Royal Key Rune, to avoid the weapon being stolen.

The Armor Of St.Goran
The armor of Saint Goran the Dragonslayer of many generations past. While only the helm is technically that of Goran, the rest of the armor has been reconstructed to match what the Dragonslayer's armor had looked like. Some alterations have been made at the request of the prince.

Renegade
His chestnut colored stead. Renegade is one of the finest horses in the land, while not the fastest, the horse has incredible stamina and a fiery personality. Renegade carries the brunt of Arthur's goods, such as his spear, claymore, shield and hunting bow. And of course necessities such as bedroll and a pot to cook water in. Renegade's saddle and saddlebags are affected by the Royal Rune, and as such are as secure as the vaults of the royal palace.


Misc:









@Hillan Arthur's sheet should be finished now. I took more than a few liberties, so do tell me if something needs to be adjusted. The reason for Arthur joining the Journeymen will unfold with my first post in the In Character Thread, I've already put down the groundwork.

Once they had arrived in the Palace, Chester departed from the ship, heading deep into the palace all on his own. Kuhn shouted after him once he departed, wanting to find out where he was heading. "I need to grab something to drink!" Chester responded, and Kuhn shrugged. Johannes offered up the position of being a communicator between the forces, and Kuhn quickly put his hand into the air. "I 'ave more then a wee bit of history with da companies, so I'm sure da roll of dispasch would fit dis shooter just fine. Once the Cap'n comes back, we'll be fine to work out a proper startegy for dealing with the companies an' their attack." He spoke, dragging his hand down to his holster, drawing his gun - flipping the revolver in his hand, sitting on the railing of the boat. Digging into his pocket in his coat, he got out a kit of cleaning tools to clean the weapon.

Meanwhile, Chester was rummaging through the Palace Kitchen, looking for booze, upsetting the personnel.

Ping when it comes about. At this point, I'm not sure anyone else of the original interest is indeed still interested, in one case even present.


Will do!

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