Lord of Evil

The Burning of Volstryggr: Reborn (Fantasy Murder-Mystery RP)

@Lord of Evil What do you mean?

@Nyxira

Just someone with a more interesting backstory or something. Had this assassiny guy from a crime syndicate in my head but I couldn't really figure out how to tie him to anything. Timothy's fine though, so nevermind.

The Burning of Volstryggr: Reborn (Fantasy Murder-Mystery RP)

Dang, now I kind of wish I went for someone more interesting.

The Burning of Volstryggr: Reborn (Fantasy Murder-Mystery RP)

Looking over the ones we got so far, someone well adjusted who can talk to people seems like it would do the trick

The Burning of Volstryggr: Reborn (Fantasy Murder-Mystery RP)

Right, there we are. Feel free to tell me if I need to change anything.

Timothy

Name: Timothy Greenwood
Age: 21
Race: Human

History: Timothy was born to a large, poor family, somewhere on the border of the Dremorian empire. The family stole to get by, moving as a unit to get what they could. Every day his parents expounded to him the evils of the empire and its dictator, but even as young as he was then, he had trouble believing them. When he became a teenager his parents sent him towards Volstryggr. They were sending him there for a special task, or so they said. They told him to find a particular person, and that everything would be clear once he did. They arrived at the city soon enough, but shortly after entering the city proper, his parents disappeared.

Timothy looked for the people they told him to find, but it was soon clear that there was no one of that name living in the city. He waited for his parents to come back, but no one came. It was then that young Timothy decided to take life into his own hands. He lived as he usually did, stealing to get by, but he tried his best to find out about the world around him. And the more he found out, the more his curiosity grew about Volstyggr. Eventually, he decided to act on his curiosity.

Chief among his interests were the workings of the city's Sentinel protectors. To that end, Timothy stalked patrols and watched for a place where he could find answers to his questions. He found a location that seemed promising and made plans to break in. Taking advantage of a city-wide festival, he stealthily entered the facility and came face to face with a sentinel. Surprised by the appearance of the object of his curiosity, young Timothy paused for a moment to admire the form of the magical construct. The Sentinel propmtly flattened the boy's face for trespassing.

Timothy awoke in a prison cell. As he had been caught sneaking into government property, he was to be charged with burglary and possibly espionage. Fortunately for him, in his brief moments of contact with a Sentinel he had managed to form a bond with it. He had 2 choices; he could accept imprisonment - possibly for life - to answer for his crimes, or he could pay for his transgressions through community service, as a Sentinel handler. Timothy's choice was obvious. And thus, the boy became a Sentinel handler, contributing to the peace of Volstyggr, for the benefit of its people.

Strengths

• Stealth
  Timothy can be very difficult to detect when he needs to be. He makes minimal noise while moving, pays close attention to how he might be seen, and can even take measures to mask his scent.
• Thievery
  Timothy is well versed in the art of lockpicking, pickpocketing, forgery, and other skills related to thievery.
• Perception
  Timothy has honed his senses over years of practise, and can pick things up better than average humans. As well as that, his reaction speed is well above average.

Weaknesses:

• Combat
  While Timothy's reaction speed is good and his dexterity can't be written off, he has never been particularly good at fighting. His aim is good so he favours ranged combat, but he is particularly inept in melee. His strategy in a battle is, more often than not, to either run away or let the Sentinels handle it.
• Social situations
  Timothy's upbringing make him ill-suited for socialising. He can talk to simpler people just fine, though to others his reactions may seem a little off. He has no real filter on his thoughts, so he may say rude things to people without thinking about it. He knows when to talk and when not to, for the most part, but he nonetheless has no real talent for conversation.
• Literacy
  Though Timothy can just about read, his normal handwriting is effectively illegible.

Sentinel: Galatine

Extra: Timothy's appearance is completely average for one of his social class, with so few distinct features that he's rather forgettable. He spends his spare time walking the city, sometimes bringing food to stray animals.

The Burning of Volstryggr: Reborn (Fantasy Murder-Mystery RP)

Interested. I have a few character ideas, but I'll see which one to go for.

Arkus Academy

Richard stopped. He was finally in front of the dorm building. It was quite large, as would be expected of such a school, and its appearance matched the prestige of the academy. The boy stood for a time, studying building's appearance, counting the windows and the like.
What, you getting cold feet or something? Mortimer grumbled. Come on, we've got things to do.
I know. The boy replied.
He didn't need to be reminded. Richard adjusted his clothes and hat before walking into the building. The first order of business was to set up his base of operations. After that... Well, he could always look around the school for a while.

The boy's stomach rumbled lightly.
And maybe try to find some food. He thought to himself.

Arkus Academy

I'll post in a bit

L'Mordryn Academy

Nikola took the pen from Odhra's hand and thought for a moment. The rating scale went from 1 to 10, 10 being (presumably) the best result. What he had to rate was the quality of his the hug experience. The boy frowned as he thought of that. He wasn't well suited to this. Nikola was an orphan, and he had a detached relationship with his siblings. His foster father certainly held some affection for him, but he showed it in unconventional ways. The servants of his house were in a similar position; he was close to some of them, but for the most part, they had a professional relationship. Nevertheless, his peers had put in the effort to include him in their activities and he had to reciprocate them somehow. But this would take some thinking.

With a small "excuse me", Nikola took the paper from Odhra's hand and laid it onto the table in front of him as Kitten nipped at his heels. He scooped the fluffy dragon and then sat back down onto his seat. Laying the beast onto his lap, the boy began to think. He couldn't really rate the hug on an emotional level considering he didn't have much experience, but maybe he could compare it on a mathematical level. He supposed that he could use Kitten as a baseline, since they interacted with each other so often. If he assumed that Kitten was around a 10, he could work it out from there.

A commotion had begun near him but Nikola ignored it, focusing his eyes on the paper in front of him so he could concentrate. Bailey's spikes knocked off a few points right off the bat, because comfort was important. Besides that, though, there wasn't much else that detracted from his rating. Her intimidating appearance belied a definite friendliness that he didn't often experience. Overall, he'd rate the experience...
"A solid 7." Nikola muttered, writing the number onto the paper in front of him.
His hand stopped and he frowned. Bailey seemed to be somewhat hurt that he had asked to be put down. He hadn't meant anything in particular with that, he just hadn't had the experience to rate it on the spot. Not much he could do about it now, but maybe the rating could help appease her disappointment.
"...And a half." He said, quickly adding the decimal to the end.

Finally, he took the paper and pen and handed them back to Odhra.
"Alright, I'm done. I think." He said curtly.
He wasn't sure that his intentions would be apparent through his actions, as he didn't particularly dislike Bailey's embrace.

L'Mordryn Academy

Nikola barely had time to react before his position came under the assault of Odhra's summon. Noticing the assault, Kitten leapt out of the boy's lap just in time, as Bailey's arms scooped the boy up into a crushing bear hug. He squirmed in her grip, but try as he might, he couldn't break free. Spines poked into his side as the arms squeezed him closer. The summon's stinger hung close, and he could see a globule of venom building on the tip. Somewhere close to his feet, Kitten growled threateningly. And yet...
"It's alright Kitten, I'm fine." Nikola said.
His voice was muffled somewhat, smothered as he was, but his reassuring tone seemed to calm the dragon.

That was the truth, just about. The hug was uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. He hadn't been subject to many hugs, admittedly, but he could tell that she wasn't trying to hurt him, though she was using a little too much strength. There was a goodhearted warmth there, not unlike the affection he received from Kitten. It was nice, really. But he couldn't stay that way.

Nikola tried squirming once again, just trying to get a little more space. He had to rate the hug, and it was getting harder for him to think, partially because she was holding him very strongly, and partially because it was a bit embarrassing.
"Um, could you please let go of me for a moment?" He managed to say.
The hug was still quite tight, which made it hard for Nikola to talk.
@ghastlyInc

L'Mordryn Academy

Nikola was pretty sure things were going well for him. He seemed to be doing well enough in the conversation and Livia wasn't showing any obvious signs of discomfort, which indicated that he hadn't said anything bad. It was going pretty well, he was sure. But then, that boy came.

Max, a moniker of some sort no doubt, but Nikola didn't know his full name. He had heard of Max by reputation, and had experienced it firsthand the day previously, and ever since then he'd been wary of him. Sadly, it seemed that Nikola had forgotten that he was a part of this club. Nikola looked with curiosity as to what the boy had brought, and became confused. There were pillows with images printed onto them, depicting the favoured summons of the various club members. The depictions themselves seemed embellished somewhat, but Nikola was mostly confused as to what they were for. Pillows were for resting one's head on, so why would you put pictures onto them?

Distracted as he was, Nikola almost missed Livia's question.
"Um, sorry..." He began, trailing off slowly.
He had wanted to frame that as a question, but he'd realised what she'd asked him as he spoke. Thinking quickly, he spoke again.
"I sort of have things to do after this, so..."
That wasn't really true, he didn't have any plans after this. He did plan to study, but that didn't really count. Hhe had been looking into summoning another creature soon, though that was another matter entirely. But besides that, he wasn't sure what he should do if he took her up on her offer. Still, he should give Livia a better answer, at least.
"Thank you for the offer, Miss Livia," Nikola said finally. "But I'll have to decline, because..."

As he searched for the right words, however, he heard his name being called. He looked over to Odhra the culprit, but he couldn't glean anything that was said from the atmosphere alone.
"Um, sorry, what?" He asked.

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@ghastlyInc