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Avalia

Grzegorz

Time : Past Midnight
Location : Vienna Outskirts / Middle of the Street Roshmi
Interactions : Who ever is in the city.
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When the Winged Hussars arrived, they were thirty feet from the lines of the Ottomans. Their lances couched as the were prepared to break the lines and shatter the siege of Vienna. But a small black orb slowly rotated in front of the charge and the horses spread out, a few of the ottomans falling into the trap. As well as the Head of the spear point, Grzegorz of Clan Kur.

The three men exited their journey in the middle of a city. One of the men getting cut down before they reached the stone. The last ottoman turned and held a hand out as a heavy wind came from the Ottoman footman who was trying to run away.

"Witch!" He yelled before the lance went through the next man and he planted him in the ground as he looked around him, not really caring for the moment before he looked up at what was around him. A city, not Vienna, but a city. He pulled the lance from the mans back before pointing it one of the guards. "Where in the hell am I?" he commanded before not getting an answer and a confused look.

Then he noticed that these weren't normal people, these weren't people at all. They were half of people, or even less then half.
He whipped his horse forward as he stared in front of him, he must find a way out of the city, this place was full of demons and monsters.

Avalia

Winged Hussar

Grzegorz Spadkobierca Kur ⋆ 24 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human


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Appearance

Height:
5'10

Weight:
190 lbs

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Caucasian / Slav

Brief Clothes Description:
Polish Winged Hussar Armor
Under padding for pants and clothing
Tall white feathers for the wings, with dark black tips.



Noble ⋆ Fearless ⋆ Natured ⋆ Personality trait 4

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆Horses
⋆Poland
⋆Catholicism

Dislikes:
⋆Islam
⋆Being away from his personal tent and wealth
⋆Being without his horse.

Fears:
⋆Being dismounted
⋆A large ottoman army
⋆deserts, tropical swamps and areas.

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:

"Tomorrow is the day we reach Vienna, we will break the siege the Ottomans hold upon our Christian Brothers." Yelled the young noble, "We will break there lines and shatter their hopes of controlling Europe!" He began to pour his glass as the others passed about ale and such. Liquors of the night, "Mead here my Comrades!" To which he would soon receive.

Grzegorz raised his glass of mead, "We will head out at day break my comrades," he drank along with those around him before heading back into his personal tent, with his lover. And not gonna go any further with that.

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The next morning waking from his slumber, he slid out of his lovers grasp and soon found himself dressing in the dark, and his body soon was dressed in the armor of his people. A thick Steel armor with golden engravings. He felt something on his back, a small hand as his lover held him from behind, they kissed.

"Don't forget to take this with you." a soft voice said from behind him as a helmet was placed over his head.

"Thank you dear..." he said as he let his belt and sword hand as his hand reached back behind him to hold her head for a second.

"Come back to me..."

"I will." he said as he soon left her grasp and he moved out of his tent towards where his horse was posted. He would let his squires and underlings get the tent set before the wagon train moved out.

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Hours later -

He raised his lance up in the air as the signal for attack was given. His horse began to race forward, and thousands of others followed suit, he was the point in the charge. "Charge!" he yelled out as the charge stampeded down onto the flats before the city of Vienna.

He saw the lines grow closer and closer, and he shifted in his mount as he was maybe two hundred yards away from the lines of the enemies, and his lance lowered with thousands of others as the Winged Hussars arrived. He took a deep breath to try calming him, but the anticipation of killing and winning, honor and glory overrode that entirely.

One hundred, fifty, twenty five, five. They arrived as the lances cut through, and shattered on the ranks of the Islamic horde. Breaking through the lines of the outer siege and rampaging. Until he fell out of the world.

Fearful ⋆ Wealthy ⋆ Honorable

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Background

Occupation
Polish Noble - Winged Hussar from the Kur Clan

Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Current Companions:
Horse

Current and Past Lover(s):
Aurelia Pola

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History(if you are lazy, list key events in their life or you may elect to be a mysterious character and reveal IC throughout the roleplay.):A noble

Main Strength : Mounted Combat ⋆ Main Weakness : Hard ranged weaponry

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Combat and Magic:

ALL SPECIES ANSWER:

Physical Strengths:
⋆ Strong Upper Body
⋆ Agile
⋆ Well Trained in martial combat

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Isn't that fast without a horse
⋆ He's human
⋆ Bad liver

HUMANS ANSWER:

Ability on Avalia:
Aeromancy

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

still here, waiting for someone to post so I'm not always the first one too.

Avalia

Winged Hussar

Grzegorz Spadkobierca Kur ⋆ 24 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human


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Appearance

Height:
5'10

Weight:
190 lbs

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Caucasian / Slav

Brief Clothes Description:
Polish Winged Hussar Armor
Under padding for pants and clothing
Tall white feathers for the wings, with dark black tips.



Noble ⋆ Fearless ⋆ Natured ⋆ Personality trait 4

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆Horses
⋆Poland
⋆Catholicism

Dislikes:
⋆Islam
⋆Being away from his personal tent and wealth
⋆Being without his horse.

Fears:
⋆Being dismounted
⋆A large ottoman army
⋆deserts, tropical swamps and areas.

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:

"Tomorrow is the day we reach Vienna, we will break the siege the Ottomans hold upon our Christian Brothers." Yelled the young noble, "We will break there lines and shatter their hopes of controlling Europe!" He began to pour his glass as the others passed about ale and such. Liquors of the night, "Mead here my Comrades!" To which he would soon receive.

Grzegorz raised his glass of mead, "We will head out at day break my comrades," he drank along with those around him before heading back into his personal tent, with his lover. And not gonna go any further with that.

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The next morning waking from his slumber, he slid out of his lovers grasp and soon found himself dressing in the dark, and his body soon was dressed in the armor of his people. A thick Steel armor with golden engravings. He felt something on his back, a small hand as his lover held him from behind, they kissed.

"Don't forget to take this with you." a soft voice said from behind him as a helmet was placed over his head.

"Thank you dear..." he said as he let his belt and sword hand as his hand reached back behind him to hold her head for a second.

"Come back to me..."

"I will." he said as he soon left her grasp and he moved out of his tent towards where his horse was posted. He would let his squires and underlings get the tent set before the wagon train moved out.

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Hours later -

He raised his lance up in the air as the signal for attack was given. His horse began to race forward, and thousands of others followed suit, he was the point in the charge. "Charge!" he yelled out as the charge stampeded down onto the flats before the city of Vienna.

He saw the lines grow closer and closer, and he shifted in his mount as he was maybe two hundred yards away from the lines of the enemies, and his lance lowered with thousands of others as the Winged Hussars arrived. He took a deep breath to try calming him, but the anticipation of killing and winning, honor and glory overrode that entirely.

One hundred, fifty, twenty five, five. They arrived as the lances cut through, and shattered on the ranks of the Islamic horde. Breaking through the lines of the outer siege and rampaging. Until he fell out of the world.

Fearful ⋆ Wealthy ⋆ Honorable

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Background

Occupation
Polish Noble - Winged Hussar from the Kur Clan

Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Current Companions:
Horse

Current and Past Lover(s):
Aurelia Pola

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History(if you are lazy, list key events in their life or you may elect to be a mysterious character and reveal IC throughout the roleplay.):A noble

Main Strength : Mounted Combat ⋆ Main Weakness : Hard ranged weaponry

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Combat and Magic:

ALL SPECIES ANSWER:

Physical Strengths:
⋆ Strong Upper Body
⋆ Agile
⋆ Well Trained in martial combat

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Isn't that fast without a horse
⋆ He's human
⋆ Bad liver

HUMANS ANSWER:

Ability on Avalia:
Aeromancy

Avalia

Time : Past Midnight
Location : Near River Kingdom
Interactions : @princess@Alivefalling@MissCapnCrunch@Legion02

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A flash of light and blur and his vision went dark again as a small blast landed where he once was.

His eyes closed and reopened as the ground beneath them all shifted around for a moment, he reached for a sword, but found none, "In gods name, give me a weapon." then he grabbed something as he scrambled to his feet quickly. A thick sword made from compacted stone in his hand, where it had come from, the ground, but he did not know. This is a miracle of god.

In his far hand a thick stone shield, with an indentation of a cross on it.

"Angels, and furry creature which protects this forest." he said as he had no idea there was an anthropomorphic fox behind him. "Stand behind this bastion of god who serves and protects and may I be a wall to protect you!"

"DEUS VULT!" he yelled clashing the stone sword and shield in his hand together as he stared at the Dark Elf in front of him, he was hurt, but he would not let it show in the face of even the devil. "DEUS VULT! In gods name leave this place, and leave this plane of existence test of god. For I shall escape your seven pits of hell Satan!" And then a wall grew in a chevron in front of him tall and large before anything could happen. Did he beat the test of god, or what in the name of god happened.

Avalia

Time : Past-Midnight
Location : Near River Kingdom
Interactions : @@princess@Alivefalling@MissCapnCrunch

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His eyes opened up slowly under his coif as a hand touched his cheek, he felt pain everywhere in his body, and that his body was shifting tightly as his legs shifted under some unknown force. He gripped his hands on the dirt as he screamed out bloody murder, some of the ground rumbling around him and rising to the uncontrolled emotion coming from the man. He felt his body stop in that moment as a face appeared above him, one that was tailored to the hand on cheek.

His voice died down after a second as he saw the golden aura that came from her, and seeing blurred sheets behind the girl, "angel." he whispered softly, his hands out on either side retracting to try and touch the face of his savior. "Deliver me to Saint Peter my kind angel. Lead me to the Pearly gates so I can see my bastion of my salvation for my dreams allude to the hell which I thought I was in."

Jean-Luc, took deep breaths as his pain was being balanced out by the amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Salvation from the darkness... my words are the proverbs of this holy light, may I know your name Angel and then send me back to earth and I will build cathedrals with your form and face carved into the stone and lit by the windows of the golden face which baths me in its beauty."

The man was completely out of his mind at that moment, or was he. The only thing to strike his vision was the golden embrace of a young winged maiden to face him in his time of peril. "Bring me to my feet and give me the weapons our lord has provided my fraternity of holy warriors. For I will stand in honor and vigilance to the one and true god. To protect and serve."

He coughed up blood, which more or less shut him up when he saw it plume from his mouth like a volcano, and the foam that stopped breathing from his lips. Most of the bleeding inside had mostly been healed, but due to his monologue which would be hard to stop, but he would not, and would probably regret that later. As well as his lack of listening skills.

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

Friedrich moved at the front of his squad as he listened to the barking dogs of a pompous group of men, the old grizzled man continued his forward march of a less orderly style towards his barracks hall. "Do not antagonize the ones who smell of shit and piss. They will give us all a hard time not matter if you have served or not." he said as he continued forward listening to the barking of the men around him.

He shifted the small flower and plume that stuck to his a more rounded hat compared to most, sighing as again that was a relic of an older age of war fought by his people, he still had his other hat that he was supposed to wear, but at the moment he did not care, he would let them all see the times lost of the forces of his home. "The only difference between them and us it that they know how to ride horses and speak louder then others." he said softly with his lips tightened against each other.

He stared at the younger gentleman leading the front of the pack, for the entire platoon of men hoping that he would heed his words at least and try to stop something from happening if it did get out of his reach. "Do not forget they are on our side as well, it will not stain our honor and if it does I am sure we could beat one of their fool hearty officers or champions at a duel."

The old man sighed as he hoped that only those close to him would hear that, else he could spark a conflict probably between the two groups, and if there was one to be started, he would hopefully be left out of it to continue to their bunks.

Avalia

Time : Midnight
Location : Southern France - Some Magic Rift thingy
Interactions : Maybe?

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Jean-Luc sighed deeply as he stared into the skies of southern France. He had been going to his monastery when the soldiers of France had attacked him. He had fought valiantly but still he had fallen to the skirmish. His horse on top of him, his eyes closed as he felt the metallic taste seep into his mouth. Blood coming from his nose and mouth as he laid in a small puddle of blood, most of it his horses, but a small pool was forming from his lips and nose. His right leg, he could not feel as it was under his horse, no doubt the bones were shattered from the impact and weight of the creature.

The moon, the moon was the only thing he saw as his eyes opened once more, "I'll see heaven... the white gates and meet the lord himself." he whispered to himself as he reached out towards the moon. It looked as if it was getting farther, and farther. He slowly closed and opened his eyes and the moon swirled and writhed about as it became tiny in his fingers.

"The moon is so small... tell me the dark lord of hell is not dragging me down." he whispered, as his vision became cloudy due to the blood and his eyes began to water as he shed tears for the last time in the land of France. His vision burred as he felt like he was dropped from a ledge onto the ground.

He awoke to darkness, only the creaking of night time as the forest animals howled and screamed their nightly voices, this was wild and chaotic, this must be hell, the man thought. "Satan I will strike you down as I have your minions during the crusade. I will not listen to your serpents tongue." he said as he laid broken and crippled in the forest as he stared at the portal he had come from.

To him, that portal was the one to the river Styx, to Hades's palace, and to his time in the hellscape of the dark lord Lucifer, the fallen angel, and the one to turn his back on the Lord himself. "For what ever, I may have done, I will repent by taking upon the inferno of hell and I will fight." he had passed out completely and succumbed to the pain of broken ribs and his leg, maybe a few cuts and gashes into his flesh and skin.

Avalia

Jean-Luc of Marseille

Jean-Luc of Marseille ⋆ 26 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:
5'7

Weight:
190ish lbs

Hair Color:
Light Brown

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Northern/Central European



Brief Clothes Description:
Standard Attire of a Knight Hospitaller
Black boots
Black Cloak
Black Tabard with a White inverted point Cross in the center of it
Undershirts
Haubert
Leather belt and bindings
Cloth and Metal Coif
Flat-top Greathelm

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Honor ⋆ Glory ⋆ Piety ⋆ Loyalty

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Psychology

Likes:
Find in RP

Dislikes:
Find in RP

Fears:
Find in RP

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality Life before, so find his personality in it. :

The night was dark and the moon was out over the sea of the isle of Malta. The Knight stood inside a large tent watching as his attendants moved back and fourth through the bodies and men laid on hastily made cots. The battle was hard fought, but it was worth every inch to retake the island from the men who reigned over the sovereign land o the Almighty. In the battle hard fought his superior the previous infirmarer had perished upon the ship he was aboard and now it was given to the well aged man standing there making sure the treatments were going well, and those who needed to go into surgery got what the needed. Friend and foe was in the tent, and he would give them the choice to redeem themselves in the eyes of the cross before he decided their fate.

"Brother, we have two men who refuse the word of god, what shall we do with them?" A younger Infirmarian asked.

"Put them to the cells as was the order, those who wish to convert may and will be helped by our saving grace, those who do not will be sent to the hell they have brought our brothers." Jean-Luc said as he sighed deeply, "do make it easier for them, for their punishment in the afterlife will be worse then anything we can do..."

The younger brother moved away to attend and give the word to those who had asked him to be their emissary. Jean-Luc sighed deeply, he had damned several men he knew it, but it was all in the right of god. He took a deep breath once more, was he forsaking himself and those in this hospital to hell. It was a sin to kill another man, but it was all for gods will right, this war, all of these wars and crusades.

He thought to all of those who were fighting in that day, and smiled as he saw his relief come in, and he turned and went through the portal of the tent, leaving to find himself a place to sleep, and rest for as long as he could before he was called upon for more work. He saw bodies littered, and being moved into piles. Armor and weapons going to their respective piles as well, he looked to his sword on his side and sighed deeply at what he had to do that day. From storming a beach to helping cut men's arms and legs off to try and save them.

Jean-Luc woke early to the sounds of waves crashing against rock faces outside the harbor, he sighed, and began reading the bible. Thankfully, he was taught to read and write, and to study the ways of the body and the four fluids of the body. "May god save us all..." he said remembering the following day, and the fighting that was still continuing on the current siege of the isle he and his fellow brothers were upon.

"And let us hope he is merciful on us, so we may not be sent to the depths of the dark one's realm."

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War Torn ⋆ Humbled ⋆ Pious

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Background

Occupation
Frère-Chevalier Infirmarer of the Knights Hospitaller

Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Current Companions:
NA

Current and Past Lover(s):
Marien Forgeron

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner and newer to the world.

History:
⋆Crusade
⋆Invasion of Malta
⋆Stranded
⋆Find in detail in RP

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The Great Golem of Marseille - The Hospitaller Knight in a new world.

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:
⋆Faster without magic, but less armored
⋆Well adapted to various middle ages European weapons and weapon styles
⋆is able to correctly fight in metal armors such as mails, plate, etc.

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆Slower when using magical abilities
⋆Not well adapted to exotic/fantasy/non-european weapons and armors
⋆Has a bad left shoulder.

Ability on Avalia:
Geokinesis