LordLinguinie

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

@Stitches so I know I'm late on this, but your sheet is missing the strengths/weaknesses portion. I Don't want to be a party pooper, we just gotta have the same format for all of the hunters.

ASOIAF Game of Thrones family idea. ((Open))

I would like toss my hat as well, if there's still room.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

@Stitches Im definitely interested In this characters dynamic in the group, it could be a very interesting aspect, and Id be happy to have more people joining! If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to ask.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Is @Vas Khaleen still in?

@Excal

I hope so

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

I have a character if you have the space.

Spoiled Slayer

Hunter’s Name: Libeccio “Libe” La’Spada
Age: 16
Appearance:

”I’ve seen nightmares.”

Weapon of choice:
Enchanted Straight Sword
Throwing Daggers

Armor of choice:
Very light chainmail worn underneath Libe’s clothing.

Strengths/Abilities:

Sword Fighter - Libe is a trained swordswoman and duelist. While she primarily uses her straight sword, she is capable of holding her own with her daggers as well, using them as her primary range weapon if she can’t get close with her sword.

Swift - Fast on her feet and quick witted, Libe has to be sharp if she wants to survive her line of work. Her hands in particular are very dexterous and she can pick pockets, draw hidden items, and do other sleights of hand with ease.

Heighten Senses - Libe is very observant and perceptive. While this can be annoying in some places, she has honed her senses well enough that she can fine tune her senses to pick up important information. This is useful in and out of battle as it lets her eavesdrop on people from across a loud tavern, or sense when her enemies is trying to ambush her or took out a secret weapon.

Rich - Libe certainly isn’t part of the Hunter’s Guild for the money.

Weaknesses/Hindrances:

Spoiled Brat - Libe isn’t used to not having her way, either through influence or by force, and whenever she’s denied something she wants she merely sees it as a challenge to take it by any means necessary, even if she really, really shouldn’t.

Inexperienced - As skilled as Libe in swordplay, she’s never actually killed a man before, often just wounding them enough that they surrender, and usually only in honorable duels instead of life-or-death situations.

Cocky - Despite the above weakness Libe is certain that she is more than skilled enough to handle whatever threats is thrown at her, be it man, beast, or monster. Time will tell if she’ll learn better.

Young - Libe is talented for sure, and her training as strength her body and stamina, but there’s no denying the fact that she is indeed a young woman expecting to fight grown men and powerful monsters. She has much room to grow, but not much time.

Personality:

Libe has some of the worse parts of being a noble and a child: she’s doesn’t respect those below her, believes herself to always be right, and believes that anything otherwise is wrong. She has a very idealized view of what it meant to be a knight and a hunter despite her attempts to seem more mature than she is. Libe is a romanticist trying to be a cynic.

However there is a certain Noblesse Oblige air about her, and she certainly believes that her lot in life and the skills she’s obtain weren’t meant to be squandered in the laps of luxury or basking in old glory. Libe feels the need to help the peasantry and others below her as she was meant to do, leading them via honorable deeds and example. She will never admit that she may be inexperience, but she does believe that she needs to do more than just hear about what is going on in her homelands, but be active in them.

History:

Libe is the fifth daughter, sixth child of the La’Spada family. Her family gained their nobility through valor, having served the crown loyalty for several generations. In particular her ancestor had single handily stalled the approach of an entire army while protecting the wounded king, long enough for the King’s guard to reinforce and route the enemy army. At the time Libe’s Ancestor was nothing more than a sellsword at the time, but he went above and beyond the call and saved his king from capture or even death.

Since then every child of La’Spada was trained to become a warrior and knight. They found constant honor through tournament, wars, and other battles where their loyalty and blade was put to the test. And each time the La’Spada family fought with honor, having this far never besmirched their name with acts like banditry or theft. Not that they had been doing very well recently. The recent generation of the La’Spada family have so far had nothing but girls in their family line. While having women as knight was not unusual, the patriarch desperately wanted a son to carry on his legacy in his waning years.

Libe was the fifth child conceived in her father’s attempt to spur a son. But she had no brothers, not even after the sixth child, Libe’s younger sister, was born. Libe herself was the first daughter of the fourth mistress and thus not given much attention, not that any of her sisters received much of their father’s love. Each one was left to their respective mothers to be raised and cared for, with their father’s vast wealth providing them a simple life. This was fine for most such as Libe’s elder sisters, most of whom became wives, though the eldest sister herself was the one that Libe looked up to the most. She took it upon herself to become a knight worthy of the La’Spada name, and it was because of her that Libe too chose the path of a knight, taking up the sword to learn how to fight and earn her place among the nobility.

Libe trained from the young age of seven, and continued her training up until she was fifteen years old. At the time she was the squire of her eldest sister, learning now only how to fight but much of her ideals and belief from her. And while they had their differences, the two sisters loved each other dearly and would come to each other’s aid no matter the enemy. However it was Libe who decided that she needed to leave her sister’s shadow to pursue her own destiny. When they returned to their family home in Rothenburg Libe heard of the Royal Notice to hunt monsters in the dark. Wanting to prove herself Libe left the service of her sister and sought the Royal Hunting Guild to fight against monsters.

@Ryonara

Looks great, you can go ahead and throw the sheet in the characters tab and begin posting!

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Awesome! Just get a sheet up and pending mine or nymeria's approval, you're free to hop in!

I'm bad at being a GM and I want my character in a roleplay. Please help.

This roleplay might be something you'd be interested in. We're just beginning and are always looking for more people!

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Meanwhile on the island

Approaching the wet rocky entrance to its cave hideout/nest, the creature emerged from the murky water, entering the dark tunnel, wounded and enraged. Feeling the sharp pain in its arm again, the scaly monster put it's webbed fingers to the damaged fin. The pressure from the creatures hand caused another jolt of shooting pain, causing it screech loudly, the horrific noise echoed down the cave, causing dozens of bats to fly out the entrance.

The small cave entrance lies on the the eastern side of the island, facing the sea from its craggy entrance way. The cave radiates a foul smell drifting its way down the beach, it can be smelled from quite a distance.. Ankle high water travels through the rocks down into the cave from the sea just yards away., The cave itself is only 4 and half feet tall in its opening. Going further into the cave, just as the light becomes a small opening seemingly miles away in the darkness, the path narrows into a steep rocky drop about twenty feet until it opens into a much larger cavern, with three more small tunnel entry ways, all smaller than the original, all presumably leading back out to the island or deeper underground. The small stream from the entry way trickles all the way down to the cavern where it has begun to indent a pond into the floor of the cavern from erosion. The cavern is a round rocky, moist room, strewn the blood and bones, wreaking of death. Bodies and feces lie scattered as rats skitter across the floor and spiders build nests in the remains of what once was a sailor.

The creature entered its nest, littered with the leftover remains of its previous victims, the intoxicating smell of rot and death only made the creature crave flesh more. The creature sat down in the small pond building at the entryway, a dark murky color from the blood and dirt mixed in. The creature picked up a handful of the bloody mud, and shoved it into its wound to stop the bleeding. It howled again in pain, scratching the rocky floor with its free hand, digging its claws into the stone trying to alleviate some of the pain. Adjusting to the throbbing pain in its arm, the creature reached its head over to one of the many carcasses on the ground and began to feast on the rotting flesh, trying to satiate it’s hunger.

In some of the more intact, lesser decomposed bodies, small blue crystal like eggs have begun growing in the tissue of the cadavers. The creature’s spawn have taken root in the bodies of its victims, using the nutrients of the fresh corpses to jump-start its growth process, many of them are now mango sized, some even bigger than a watermelon. After having its fill with its victim, the creature uses the bodies as natural incubators. Many of the egg’s are close to hatching, though it is likely these are not the first eggs to be laid, as many cracked open shells lay within some of the corpses.

As it lay in the filth and rot of its cold wet nest, the creature began to dream about it’s life before, or at least what it could remember. In the creatures mind it could see the faces of small human children, their smiles began to stir more memories. The creature began to remember it's life before, the man it was before, the life he had had. Suddenly overwhelmed by it's emotions, the creature dug at its own face with its claws, the horrible memories of it’s transformation playing in it’s mind, it could almost feel the terrible process a second time. Eventually the memories faded, and the creature settled once more, but one image remained ingrained in its mind, the face of the horrid Witch who had made the man into monster.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

Yea, once everyone is on board the boat, Nymeria and I will move things forward to the island.
@Nymeria Jinx

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Seeing as there's a lack of Mer, now seems like a good time to drop this here.

Balphor

Name: Balphor Revlund
Race: Bosmer
Sex: Male
Age: 28
Birthsign: The Shadow
Family Origins: Elden Root, Valenwood
Appearance:

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Balphor maintains a darker complexion on the wood elf skin tone spectrum. He has a lanky, swimmers build, with long arms and calloused hands. His eyes have a bright gold color, his most distinguishable feature. He often keeps his black, collarbone length hair, in a short tight ponytail, normally covered by his helm. He has a large set of scars running down the left side of his cheek to his chin from a wolf encounter many years ago. Over time, it has faded into the three thick lines. His armor is a mix of green and shades of autumn gold, as its years of service have seen some of its shine fade. Small scratches cover the armor, from years of claw and sword contact. Looking closely, one can see that his nose is slightly unevenly shaped, due to part of it being chewed off last year. Though it has since healed, and looks for the most part normal, it still maintains an off putting shape now.
Balphor walks with a slight left sided limp, the result a tussle with a horker years ago, it does not slow him down, but when he walks at slower pace, it is much more noticable. Underneath his armor, but above his clothing, he wears a necklace, with many fangs and claws hanging off of the string, trophies from his years of hunting. He often carries his satchel, a small over the shoulder bag, with only a few smaller items.
Equipment:
Elven Helm
Elven Gauntlets
Elven Cuirass
Elven Greaves
Elven Bow
Elven Sword
Elven Dagger (He kept all of his elven gear after abandoning the dominion, taking it to the local blacksmith whenever it is damaged)
Wool undergarments
35 steel arrows + Large quiver
Misc. Possessions: A Small satchel containing 4 apples, a sack of gold totaling about 800 septims, a bottle of frostbite spider venom, bottle of potent paralysis poison.
Family & Associations:
Father - Deceased
Mother - Deceased
Felnor (childhood friend) - Deceased
Devrin (childhood friend) - Deceased
Favoured Skills:
High Proficiency- Archery - trained to wield a bow since he can remember, Balphor has mastered the art of a bow, learning not only how to shoot, but also to care for his bow and keep it in good condition. His father and his friends in the guard would often get Balphor old practice arrows from the barracks, and give them to him for practice, along with the old long bow his father had hand crafted him. He was taken out often to hunt, learning how to lead his target and shoot where his prey would be, rather than where it was.
High Proficiency- Sneak - from childhood, Balphor has always loved a good game of cat and mouse. This manifested into his love of hunting. He enjoys the wait, the silent stalking, the quiet tension when he sees his target, but they don’t see him, Balphor became addicted to the adrenaline of a good hunt. He only fed into this addiction by following his targets for days, sometimes weeks without them even knowing he was ever there.
Moderate Proficiency - Single Handed Weapons - Though he was was not trained day and night constantly with a sword, like he was a bow, he is still a decent combatant with a blade. He did not receive proper swordsmen training until actually joining the ranks of the Thalmor. He is not trained with maces or axes and as such is incompetent with such weapons. His preference is a dagger, as it allows him the maneuverability to get around his opponents easily, and he almost always keep it dipped in paralysis poison in case.
Somewhat Proficient - Speech - His years working as a debt/tax collector gave him the experience to learn how to talk to people. He did not like having to use force or dirty tactic to get the payment, he’d rather use logic, reasoning, and a bit of deception at times to get people to cough up what they owed. Though this tactic was not always effective, he did learn a few things about how to deal with people, especially when it comes to parting with their money. Not to mention the years of bartering for pelts and game he brought in from hunts, or trinkets brought back from cave explorations with his mother.
Somewhat Proficient - Botany/Alchemy - A skill Balphor has picked up over the years in the woods, he’s learned what good edible berries look like and what the diarrhea inducing berries look like (something he learned the hard way). He has become quite adept at extracting the venom from spiders, and learned to craft his own paralysis poison using canis root, imp stool, and fungal pods.
History: Before his birth, Balphor’s family lived in valenwood, as his father was a high ranking guard. After being offered a promotion to the Dominion guard, his family moved to Elden Root, the capital of the Dominion, where Balphor was born. Balphor would spend much of his childhood attempting to shoot birds out of the sky with his small short bow, posted up in small nests he’d crafted in the tops of trees. His aim, though mediocre at the the time, continued to improve, as his persistence to finally knock one out of the sky kept him constantly trying over and over. When he finally hit one, landing an arrow right in the bird’s neck, he carried the body back into town, and traded it for the most rewarding sweetroll of his life. As a young boy, his mom would often sneak him into dwemer ruins and caves, a tradition to be carried on later when he was older, only he would be assisting on the exploration.

His teens were spent training to one day to follow in his father’s footsteps and one of the elite Dominion guards. He would often go on month long hunting trips with his friends, surviving only on what they hunted and gathered. He would spend much of this idle time practicing his archery, carving targets into trees and walking back a few dozen yards and begin shooting. The sounds of the forest would keep him awake, giving him plenty more time to practice with a new level of difficulty. This would last for about three to four days before he would collapse into his tent for a solid sixteen hour rest. The scars on the left side of his face are from a wolf encounter when he was about eighteen. Balphor and his two friends, Felnor and Devrin, had been tracking a pack of wolves through the woods for almost two whole days when they decided to rest for a short while. Balphor had just fallen asleep when he heard his friend’s cry. He rushed to aid Devrin, who lay lifeless with his neck torn open, and pouring blood into the grass and mud. Looking around, Balphor only saw blood and dragging marks, leading back into the forest, no sign of Felnor. Balphor sat with his dying friend and held his hand as he enjoyed his final breaths, unaware of Balphor still clutching his dagger, scared the wolves were not satisfied with Felnor’s body alone. After his friend peacefully passed over, Balphor grabbed his bow and arrows filled with a blind rage, he began to go to work, setting a trap.
Using his friend’s body as bait, he sat in the tree’s waiting for the predators to return for their kill. It only took roughly two hours for the wolves to return, one them still carrying a piece of Felnor in his mouth. In the light of the early morning dawn, the clearing was quiet as the five wolves began to feast for the second time, unaware of the vengeful predator lurking above. Waiting until all of them were distracted with Devrin’s body, he knocked ad released an arrow, quickly followed by a second taking out two wolves before they broke their attention from the feast. Launching himself from the trees, Balphor landed dagger first onto another wolf’s skull, his foot catching another wolf in the skull as well, breaking its jaw, sending it scurrying away. Balphor and the final wolf circled each other, staring each other down over the bodies of their fallen friends, waiting for the the other to make a move. The wolf pounced first, its fangs bared and claws out, Balphor raised his arms, extending the dagger out to catch the furry beast. Ass the claws tore down the side of Balphor’s face, the dagger sank into the wolf’s chest, and with a swift thrust, to the side, Balphor sent the wolf down to the ground. Balphor was a different person after returning home.
Enlisting in the guard, Balphor quickly found his talents for tracking and people handling being used as a debt collector for the dominion. Those who had not paid their taxes, or were due for a loan payment, and had evaded normal collectors sent to their homes, had someone like Balphor sent after them to collect, one way or another. This business often had a gruesome end, with Balphor forced to return with important family heirlooms, life savings, rent money, and sometimes fingers. Customers knew the risks when they took the loan, somewhat easing his conscious, though he never enjoyed his job. Unfortunately, Balphor’s mother frequently took out loans to pay for her archeological digs and explorations but had recently come up short this last time as it the ruin had not had nearly as big a payoff as she was expecting.
Finding his parent’s bodies, he could not comprehend what had transpired and began to drive himself insane over the murders, trying to figure out what had happened. Unfortunately all of his mother’s research and artifacts had been taken as well. After learning the truth of the events leading up to their death, Balphor fled Elden Root and the dominion seeking a new start, he went back to his roots of living off the land, trying to find new meaning, renouncing the Dominion and seeking to find the missing pieces of his parents murder. Though unlikely, he remains hopeful there might be some clue to what his mother was looking for that put her into debt and got her and her husband killed. Balphor has slowly become one of the most wanted men in the Dominion, now hunting the Thalmor rather than doing it’s dirty work.
Personality: Balphor is an adrenaline junky. He loves the thrill of a chase and the sweet success of catching his prey. His new favorite thing to hunt, are roaming Thalmor ‘diplomats’ and guard’s travelling the land. He occasionally leaves one guard alive, to make sure he sees Balphor’s face, so he can return back to tell the Dominion exactly who it was. He holds more of a grudge against the Altmer specifically, though high ranking Wood elf and Khajiit are still partial to blame, as their governments agree with the Dominion enough to not rebel. Balphor often has night terrors of his parent’s death, giving him insomnia like no other, making him somewhat irritable.
Though he is still holds a grudge, it does not control him entirely. He is a capable socialite, and often spends his night in the comfort of a lady’s bed rather than the cold ground of the wild. Despite his natural talent for getting around unnoticed, Balphor still sees himself above stealing and the killing of innocent people, he is not a thief or assassin nor does he like to be considered one, though there are some parts of the law he is not above (running skooma).