The blacksmith nodded, "I do not know exactly what I have signed up for, but I assume that I will be needed sometime in the future with the band that has formed around the girl Ana." he said as he sighed softly and rested his head against his head, "I may wake up early, but I hate waking up this early."
He watched as the girl walked out and he raised his eyebrow and held up the paper, it was similar to what she had given him, just with an x where the other guy had written it out, and in charcoal, "I assume the tomb... since that is what that paper said, if not, then do I have to sign another 'contract' or will this one also be available for that?"
The group moved and flowed like water through the depressions of the hills, the children either stayed in large packs to play and kick a ball made of and animals blatter around. One of the groups had a few children in it about four in total, three girls and one boy. The boy looked a bit older than the three girls but he walked with them.
One of the girls, one about the age of six held out a small flower to the elf and smiled, "I'm Bem, and who are you?" she asked as she smiled up at her, "Because I think you look cute with your long ears." the girl said smiling up at her.
Hulius just continued to move through the center as he looked up and saw the bright sun above them rising quickly, it was tinted orange and white streaks came from it. He looked back at the man who had stuck somewhat near him, "where do you come from? I assume from somewhere to the south since that is the road I met you on."
Appearance : Short length brown hair,(does have wigs for pony tail or curls for formal occasions), blue eyes and lighter caucasian skin, does use powder to make his skin seem more like porcelain. No mechanical implants. Rather skinny, and shorter (110-130 lbs) (5'2 ft) His shape is about average, or leaner compared to most. No scarring through most of his body, he would seem to be a track runner without thighs.
Typically found wearing white pants, and Imperial Naval Jacket (blue torso with white arms) with midshipman insignia and a small pin on his collar signifying his house. (Grey and black pendant in a checkered pattern) Most of the time wearing white gloves. While on his belt is an issued laspistol, chainsword, glow-globe and data-slate. Can usually also be found with a Data-slate. Will also wear a cloak if he is on a long watch.
Personality : Young and extremely timid, Isaiah has yet to experience the world. Those above him he treats with utmost respect, and those below him and beside him he has no idea what to do with. Can be considered a coward in some situations, but when supported he can be valuable. He is not really adventurous, but he is someone to be in awe at some new things he finds as 'beautiful' mainly galactic bodies (suns that aren't the color of his, brightly colored gas clouds, etc) He does try to do his job the best he can, and if he doesn't know how to do something in his line of work, then he figures it out. Can be reluctant to give information out if something is wrong, i.e. someone missing from the shift or cargo missing. (kid really needs a person commissar with a fake gun)
History : Isaiah grew up in a kind and gentle world in his estate, he traveled the planet some. And lived in almost complete luxury due to his status. In his early years he was taught that the human body was perfect the way it was, but to preserve the family at later ages once proven a decent heir or of some importance. They would be given allowances for minor life preservation treatments. Minor due to the world being somewhat out of the way of most imperial trade routes, so not that high on the economic level. But the planet was a Feudal world, living the ways of nobles, and his family being one lower on the totem pole in the planet.
In his education, he was found to be an extremely good pencil pusher, and therefor was to be inducted as one of the planets bureaucrats. But his father decided he should take a different route, and enlisted his son in the Grand Imperial Navy. It was due to other political reasons as well, such as they wanted honor and prestige from the son, as well as a chance to get him out there to other nobles who may have been enlisted into the Navy, or Astra Militarum.
Once given his rank of Midshipman due to his noble status, he was quickly to be found as an Officer of the Watch while most ranking officers were off duty, and quartermaster, due to his good skills with pushing paper. Due to this, and his abilities with other people, he was found to be somewhat of an underdog. His previous Captain, deciding that it would be better for him to put his skills in paper pushing, moved his station to an actual station rather then a ship. There for he, and the pencil pushers of various creed within the Imperium at the station were to inspect ships, their contents, the crew, and the ship itself while in port and dry dock. To rot away as pencil pusher, lest a crew of adventures were to save him, or he was to be kidnapped while inspecting a ship. Because who cares about some lowly midshipman?
Skills : Extremely good with numbers, organizing shifts, ordering and stocking goods, ammo, and other needed things. Knows how to use basic Imperial Weapons, and chainsword, might not be strong enough to properly use a chainsword without both hands and his entire body. Knows how to cook, and how to get higher quality goods for cooking. Has officer clearance (if believed as kidnapped while doing an inspection) Is extremely perceptive of things in stock, and can find contraband, as well as knows basic layout of most Imperial ships.
Equipment : Laspistol Chainsword Basic Naval Officer Garbs Naval midshipman insignia Data-slate Glow-globe recorder a powerpack for the laspistol
-in quarters shotgun standard naval cloak Flak Weave shells for the shotgun
Appearance : Short length brown hair,(does have wigs for pony tail or curls for formal occasions), blue eyes and lighter caucasian skin, does use powder to make his skin seem more like porcelain. No mechanical implants. Rather skinny, and shorter (110-130 lbs) (5'2 ft) His shape is about average, or leaner compared to most. No scarring through most of his body, he would seem to be a track runner without thighs.
Typically found wearing white pants, and Imperial Naval Jacket (blue torso with white arms) with midshipman insignia and a small pin on his collar signifying his house. (Grey and black pendant in a checkered pattern) Most of the time wearing white gloves. While on his belt is an issued laspistol, chainsword, glow-globe and data-slate. Can usually also be found with a Data-slate. Will also wear a cloak if he is on a long watch.
Personality : Young and extremely timid, Isaiah has yet to experience the world. Those above him he treats with utmost respect, and those below him and beside him he has no idea what to do with. Can be considered a coward in some situations, but when supported he can be valuable. He is not really adventurous, but he is someone to be in awe at some new things he finds as 'beautiful' mainly galactic bodies (suns that aren't the color of his, brightly colored gas clouds, etc) He does try to do his job the best he can, and if he doesn't know how to do something in his line of work, then he figures it out. Can be reluctant to give information out if something is wrong, i.e. someone missing from the shift or cargo missing. (kid really needs a person commissar with a fake gun)
History : Isaiah grew up in a kind and gentle world in his estate, he traveled the planet some. And lived in almost complete luxury due to his status. In his early years he was taught that the human body was perfect the way it was, but to preserve the family at later ages once proven a decent heir or of some importance. They would be given allowances for minor life preservation treatments. Minor due to the world being somewhat out of the way of most imperial trade routes, so not that high on the economic level. But the planet was a Feudal world, living the ways of nobles, and his family being one lower on the totem pole in the planet.
In his education, he was found to be an extremely good pencil pusher, and therefor was to be inducted as one of the planets bureaucrats. But his father decided he should take a different route, and enlisted his son in the Grand Imperial Navy. It was due to other political reasons as well, such as they wanted honor and prestige from the son, as well as a chance to get him out there to other nobles who may have been enlisted into the Navy, or Astra Militarum.
Once given his rank of Midshipman due to his noble status, he was quickly to be found as an Officer of the Watch while most ranking officers were off duty, and quartermaster, due to his good skills with pushing paper. Due to this, and his abilities with other people, he was found to be somewhat of an underdog. His previous Captain, deciding that it would be better for him to put his skills in paper pushing, moved his station to an actual station rather then a ship. There for he, and the pencil pushers of various creed within the Imperium at the station were to inspect ships, their contents, the crew, and the ship itself while in port and dry dock. To rot away as pencil pusher, lest a crew of adventures were to save him, or he was to be kidnapped while inspecting a ship. Because who cares about some lowly midshipman?
Skills : Extremely good with numbers, organizing shifts, ordering and stocking goods, ammo, and other needed things. Knows how to use basic Imperial Weapons, and chainsword, might not be strong enough to properly use a chainsword without both hands and his entire body. Knows how to cook, and how to get higher quality goods for cooking. Has officer clearance (if believed as kidnapped while doing an inspection) Is extremely perceptive of things in stock, and can find contraband, as well as knows basic layout of most Imperial ships.
Equipment : Laspistol Chainsword Basic Naval Officer Garbs Naval midshipman insignia Data-slate Glow-globe recorder a powerpack for the laspistol
-in quarters shotgun standard naval cloak Flak Weave shells for the shotgun
He would watch as people walked past him, he would catch up to them, but he enjoyed just watching them. He slowly just fell in line with the others as most of them were shepherds as well, and lead the flock through the rolling hills and depressions with relative ease. The ground slowly turned into more stone and dirt, dried grass was matted deep in the depressions. The peaks of the hills were all almost complete stone as previous rains had washed away the topsoil that had nothing to hold it down.
"We aren't heading to a town." Hulius said as his head turned towards her smiling, "Well not yet, we might go near one in a few days if you need to stop for something, but we will not be staying long. At the moment, we are just trying to find the river in it's shallowest point. "
In the communal room he would fall asleep in, his stuff tucked into his arms and he had maybe one or two travelers in the room with him, just some other fellows going place to place.
But in the morning he would awake just before the sunrise and he moved back outside, his eyes opening as he looked out into the morning sunrise and he smiled softly as he walked outside, seeing Miles he stretched. "I would expect you to be asleep still," he said as he moved behind him, and he moved outside past him.
He found a nice place to sit himself down outside as he would wait for the others, he took a small piece of bread as he nibbled on it, smiling as he would enjoy it.
GOTHIC VERRIAN VALERIAN III ◼ 34 ◼ M A L E ◼ Mornfell/THE MOUNTAIN BRAVE
"FIRE CAN HOLD OFF THE FROST"
▼ A P P E A R A N C E:
And middle age/older man with dark blonde hair that can pass for a moderate brown hair, and dark grey eyes. He wears light clothing, typically blue, to flush with the white weather of his homeland. His body's build larger and more stout with an average hight. He wears a fur cloak and under that a smaller hooded cloak. For armor, he typically has thick chainmail with several outer plates, mainly on his chest, shoulder, upper arms, and legs.
▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
Born to a 'middle class' family of guards (father) and magic (mother) his life of somewhat easier in such an inhospitable place, and he was allowed to thrive with a family. His early work began running resources such as food, water, and supplies to guards in the outer reaches of the city. He was also helping the supporting roles of the guard, such as smiths, masons, carpenters, clerks, and magicians. Though being trained by his father to be a guard upon its gate but never having a chance. His father had failed the trials of the Mountain Brave and had sent himself into self-exile, leaving him in the care of his mother. He would take this well as his mother's family was full of magicians that helped to keep the city fire burning through it. He learned rune magic to help strengthen items, to continue the conduits of flame. When he turned twenty-four, he was working full time in keeping the fires ablaze, and most of his life he spent doing this. When he turned thirty, he believed it should be in his right to take his father's place in trying to become one of the Mountain Brave. He decided he would go through his trials to prepare himself for the journey of his lifetime goal. On his thirty-third year, he set out for a way to bring his city some form of hope from the blight.
▼ C H A R A C T E R G O A L S:
To regain the honor of his fathers name, and to earn the right to take the trials become one of the Mountain Brave.
▼ S K I L L S:
//SKILLS AND ABILITIES:
◼ Runecrafting ◼ Basic martial fighting ◼ Literate ◼ Clerical things such as cooking, cleaning, basic medical things and maintence. |Test
//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:
◼ Becoming his father ◼ Finding his father ◼ Loosing his mother ◼ Fighting experienced people ◼ Slow moving ◼ Knows how to hunt wildlife/forage in his native homeland ◼ Doesn't adapt well to other enviornments.
▼ N O T E S:
//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ Metal cap, with a red cover and feather. ◼ Chainmail armor with some plate coverage ◼ Thick fur cloak/Thin leather undercloak w hood ◼ Pack bag w/ bedroll ◼ Cooking pan w/ utensils ◼ small pouch of coins ◼ Blue Tunic shirt ◼ Whiteish pantaloons ◼ Shortsword ◼ Buckler ◼ Guard Spear ◼ Long Bow ◼ Small hip quiver
Hulius was enjoying his walk, those who were straggling behind enjoyed the help as they started to move out down the footpath. The mass began, their footsteps rose as their march began once again. He stood after a bit and he watched a group pass by and continue down the path.
He looked at the girl who was behind them checking the last of the people behind the front, "we should stay near the middle of the group, the footpath will guide us some, but once it no longer can I will head to the front again." His head-turning some as he was just listening to the sound as the group slowly dispersed. Leaving mainly women, children, and a few men around them, and a lot of animals.
"Hopefully we should all be safe for some time, there is not through here until we get to the stream after that is where the horsemen show once again, so it should be a lot tougher to move without being unseen with all of these animals."
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