Lucius Cypher

Fire Emblem: The Eternal War [ENDED]

Armored Knight Domic

Appearance:

Domic is never seen outside of his armor, even when he sleeps, eats, or baths. He is a large man standing at 6’10 outside of his armor and despite his lifestyle he has very minimal scarring, though plenty of bruises. He has short black hair, light olive skin tone, and green eyes. He appears to have a rather ornate looking tattoo across his back that marks him as a Slave Knight. He is the 564th Slave Knight of his generation.

Name: Domic

Sex: Male

Class: Armor Knight

Starting Weapons:
Volant Axe - A strangely shaped axe that is capable of being thrown. Highly effective against flying units.
Iron Rune - A shield that negates critical blows that, while possibly not lethal, would be very painful.

History: There is not much of a tale for the Armor Knight known as Domic; he was born a slave knight, a man merely meant to be raised, sealed in steel, and set to die on behalf of whoever held his contract. Voided of parental affection or a future beyond a bloody death, Domic has marched to countless battles, surviving them, and then returning to his masters to await further command. Domic, while not the strongest of his fellow slave knights, was perhaps the most ideal model of one: obedient, dutiful, and loyal to a fault. And yet fate has a strange way of putting people like Domic in equally strange situations. One day during a particularly bleak battle between The Concilium forces and a massive undead army, Domic was struck down but not slain. When he had awoken it was a complete slaughter on both sides; there was no survivor but himself. Not his masters, not his fellow knights, not even his enemies.

Without a master to follow Domic was lost for a short while. He remained on the battlefield looking for other survivors, but when he found none he had simply left to find a new one. Thus, Domic wandered. Having known nothing but war and combat he simply sought battle wherever his path would take him. Fortunately he typically finds his battles in bandit raids, where he would join a village militia to fend off the typically hostile raiders. Occasionally however he would be attacked by a kingdom's patrol, and it was one such patrol that finally managed to capture him after they had mistaken him for a bandit. He has since been drafted into a conscript army and awaits his new commander.

Personality: Domic has about as much personality as an rock; none until you give him one. He seems fairly straightforward in his interest: he fights, eats when he needs to, sleep when he has two, and then wakes up to do it all again. Little more than the driving force behind his weapon Domic doesn't seem to have much opinions about the world or others around him. If he does have any he doesn't say anything about it. The closest things to quirks he has is his own distaste for alcoholic beverages and preferences for axes.

That being said during his short tenure as a wayward warrior he has developed a slight conscious. He has enough of a sense of morality that between fighting for a massive bandit force or a meek village militia, he would stand by the militia. He does openly admit however that he doesn't particularly try to save the lives of villagers and bystanders, so much as he fights those who show obvious hostile intentions. He is the enemy of evil but not the ally of the innocent. And even then if given the command to cut down those same bystanders, he would have no real hesitation beyond a moment or two to contemplate the most efficient means to do so.

Other: Lyn x Plains of Sacae.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Orchid just stared blankly at Torus as he rambled on about things that were far beyond the half-orc's common comprehension. "Torag hungry? Torag sound hungry." Hunger was the simplest conclusion Orchid could guess for the old man. Frankly, Orchid could go for a heavy meal himself. Some nice veal and a huge jug of water. Perhaps some roasted mushrooms or fish. Simple tastes really, Orchid would be fine with a few raw potatoes if they had raided any. But alas, nothing for the half-orc just yet.

Before he could go and find some edibles one of the guards came over to Orchid asking about why Brannor was cleaning the stables, since the stables weren't suppose to be cleaned. Orchid had no intentions of telling the guard why Brannor was really there, so Orchid just shrugged. "Neh. Prisoner prisoner. If he not work here, make him work somewhere else! Go shovel hole or something." Orchid rebuffed the guard and went back into the mess hall to grab himself some grub.

@Hekazu

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

BAAAAARGH! FINALLY!

Just my fecking luck that when I finally get a post done, the site goes down. That was an painful moment.

POST INCOMING!

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Hekazu

Norsch is coming back? I'd gladly accept her. besides, she owes Orchid dinner.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Orchid heard Brannor's words and took the bait. He paused for a moment and turned to the prisoner, grabbing him roughly around the cheeks and pulling him close, snarling threateningly. "Just you wait." Orchid said in startling concise common. "Tonight, I'll show them where my loyalties lie." A double veiled message. Was it a threat, or a subtle hint that tonight was the night they get out of this camp? Truthfully it was the latter but Orchid's rough handling of Brannor and aggressive growling hopefully made it seem like the former. Orchid was also vaguely aware of the hidden message Brannor told him, though Orchid had already figured that they were under tight watch since they were brought to the leader's camp and questioned. He did note how they wouldn't be able to leave from the front entrance however; Orchid figured it wouldn't be that easy. But he had something of a plan.

Orchid brought Brannor to the stables, pushing him to the ground in front of the other cultists and slaves. Orchid spoke loudly for all to hear. "Go clean stable! Animal, you think you wild, free. But you slave like others! So work. Good beasts get treat. Bad ones be meat." Not really and secret messages this time, Orchid just needed to be rid of Brannor before anyone got too curious. Though hopefully with Brannor's new gift and proximity to some horses, perhaps he could secure the party a means to escape. Either way Orchid swaggered away to maintain the ruse of the boisterous orc, though he did notice Torus acting off. Well more off then he usually did. Curious about how his bear mount was doing the orc went over to the old man.

"Torag! What you do? Play with mud?" The half-orc said with genuine curiosity. He knew that Torag was a druid but he didn't know what he had stuck his hands into the mud. Was he digging for worms or something? Torus also seemed sadden but Orchid didn't know why. Orchid was pretty jolly himself. But he always was. "Orchid play with mud when Orchid was child. Orchid make mug golems! Or little mud men. Orchid wish they golem. He pretend. You make golem too?"

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Gordian Nought

Rolls

Intimidation = 10

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Survival Class
Lumberjacking

The students success at leaving the boat didn’t mark the end of class, unfortunately. That was just one part of the test. Now they needed to find a way to survive the coming storm, or get off this island. Apparently there was an airship enroute so getting its attention would be important. But should that fail, everyone would need to find shelter from the monsoon. Gren was unfortunately not very experienced in dealing with such tropical storms, but he had some small clue about making homemade tents. The White Fang often had them move about a lot, and the tents Gren was familiar with were sturdy enough to withstand our average rainstorm. Whether or not it could handle a monsoon would be soon seen.

”Well then, you all heard her! Let’s get moving. Oswald has the fire, now we need lumber. We ain’t got time to make a log cabin though, so fine as much reeds, leaves, and other fibrous materials as you can too. That’ll be filler.” Gren activated his semblance to reduce friction between his feet and the ground, and then rocketed towards the forest while revving up his chainsaw. With ease he cut down swathes if trees as if they were twigs. Once he had about ten felled logs, Gren kept them together using his semblance and hauled them towards Oswald utilizing g his brute strength. They were still quite heavy, but nothing that Gren couldn’t handle with his semblance allowing him to slide it to Oswald like a sled.

”Aight Ozzy, here’s some timber. Got some leaves and bark on em too so you can make em extra Smokey. I’m going to go back and try to help the others make some sort of shelter. Holler if ya need me.”

Before Gren left he took the courtesy to chop the trees into more manageable logs, but beyond that he’d leave it to Oswald to handle and make the bonfire. Gren would return to the others and lead the act of deforesting the coast to create some sort of storm shelter. He really hoped someone else knew how to make one; he was only good at gathering materials. Any attempts at subtle or silence would be ignored as Gren’s chainsaw ripped through the trunks of any tree of considerable girth, though he at least had the courtesy of shouting ”TIMBER!” So no one was crushed underneath one of his fallen logs.

@Guess Who@Ryonara@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

The Hunters and the Hunted - Open for Applications

Domic

Hunter’s Name: Domic
Age: 27
Appearance:

Weapon of choice:
Tower Shield

Armor of choice:
Full Plate Armor

Strengths:
Might - Sufficient to say, Domic is very strong. Despite being smaller than most horrid beasts, and indeed smaller than some regular humans, his sheer physical strength allows him to not only maneuver in his heavy metal armor, but grapple even with beasts.
Endurance - Hand-in-hand with Domic's might, he is just as tough as he is strong. His armor helps ward off and soften painful strikes, but even without he can withstand such things as blistering colds, searing heat, dehydration, drowning, and many other means of dying. His endurance also allows him to comfortably sleep in his armor without discomfort.
Perspective - Domic does not consider himself an intellectual and admits that he is poorly educated, but he has keen senses and uncanny insight, allowing him to be able to notice when he's being deceived, to spot what is hidden, or simply have an eye for details.
Unwavering - Domic admits to his own shortcomings when it comes to his impulses and emotions, but he is always in control of his emotions, even if he lets himself become angry or sadden. That is to say, those who would try to scare him, to anger him, or to falsely influence him through means beyond simply words will often find themselves failing thanks to his ironclad willpower.
Stealthy - A man of his statue and equipment should not be so subtle. And yet Domic often can and will be found sneaking alongside the likes of lightly clothed spies and hunters, and unless you're seeking him out specifically he can often go completely unnoticed.

Weaknesses:
Kindness - A weakness Domic cherishes, but a weakness nonetheless. He is kind and generous especially to women who have shown him their favor, but this makes him easy to manipulate with guile, and even his normally unwavering willpower can be turned against others simply by misdirecting his trust.
Poor Swordsmanship - Domic does not use a sword or many other weapons simply because he's not skilled in their use. He'll often do more damage, or at least be more successful, with his own fists or shield instead of giving him a proper tool for killing. This limits his options if simply bashing the enemy is not a viable option for him.
Bad Aim - Domic is also a horrible shot, be it a stone, bow, or gun. There have been instances where he completely misses his mark even at point-blank range. At least his punches can hit their mark, but once it leaves his hands the final destination of his ammunition will be decided by god.

Personality: Domic fashions himself to be a noble, generous knight errant, and he has something of a reputation to support it. He often finds himself wherever trouble may be and he'll do his best to aid anyone he finds, often using his strength to do anything from repairing homes, fending off bandits, or simply carrying a heavy burden. Of course, Domic purposely does these things not entirely out of noble intentions; he does want people to respect him, and in turn he uses that respect to earn their favor so that he may obtain simple needs from them such as food, water, and perhaps a place to stay. In truth Domic is a simpleton, who only knows how to use his strength and very little else. He was most fortunate to be able to gain his armor and his shield, and his title as a knight was something he made up to feed his own ego. But even if his origins is a lie, he intends to live these dreams as a reality.

History: Domic may look the part of a fearsome knight, but his origins were humble: he was nothing more then a farm boy who was blessed with a strong, healthy body. As a young boy he helped on his family's farm during heavy work that even an ox could not do, and thanks to his efforts he was fed well and made strong. He listened to tales of heroism and knights from his village's church, and always dreamed of being a warrior who could defend the innocent from the coming darkness. He had an active imagination and pretended to be a knight as much as he could, donning fake armor and using wooden weapons to slay imaginary monsters. These acts, while initially just a child's game, soon turned into a true training regime when his uncle came to his father's farm. His uncle was a mercenary who had fought alongside the likes of knights and such, having returned from his tour of duty. It was from him that Domic learned how to fight when he showed an interest in what his uncle does, and thus Domic was put through grueling training to become as strong as he could be.

A few years later, and soon Domic became a man. Though he was not as large as some nobles were, Domic's strength was greater then ten of them, and this was demonstrated best when bandits had come to his village. They were deserters from a battle outside the realm, and they had come seeking grains and women. Domic, his uncle, and a few young men formed a militia to fight these brigands, but it was Domic who ultimately drove them off. Armed with nothing but his uncle's shield and an axe, Domic soon broke the axe whilst splitting the head of a bandit, and then proceeded to simply punch and crush the rest who he could grab. The bandits soon left, and the village heaped praise upon Domic for his efforts in protecting his home.

Not long after, his family had a gift for Domic. A suit of armor, fearsome and strong. Domic's uncle had made it using bits and pieces he had collected over his career, and he encouraged Domic to wear it proudly. While he would always be helpful at the farm, his family felt that he had a greater destiny then just tilling fields and hauling crops to the market. Since then Domic had become a knight errant, traveling wherever his feet would take him to do battle against any evil or enemy who stood in his way. He saved up the money to purchase himself a suitable weapon: not a sword but a shield. For Domic was not merely a killer; he was a protector, a defender of the weak and slayer of darkness. A sword could be used to kill good and evil alike. But a shield protects.

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Lucilia

Hunter’s Name: Lucilia Riovas
Age: 21
Appearance:

Weapon of choice:
Long Battleaxe

Armor of choice:
Breastplate (hidden underneath tabard)

Strengths:
Battle Harden - Lucilia is no stranger to the horrors and burdens of war. She has seen her fellow men and women torn apart by cannons, blades, and man's own innate savagery. She has been to the fields of slaughter where thousands of innocents are put to the blade for no reason other then convenience and spite. She has seen what her own soldiers would to to prisoners of war to slate their own hunger. And she has had a hand in all of these travesties, and sleeps soundly at night. Whether she is cutting down a infidel with her axe, or burning a witch at the stake, Lucilia is horrifically skilled and efficient.
Agile - Though her armor and weapon are often too heavy for the untrained, in her own hands Lucilia can move swiftly and dispatch her foes easily using the speed and weight of her weapon against them. She'll be in and out as fast as her axe swings, leaving a bloody mess behind.
Holy Knowledge - As an Inquisitor, Lucilia is privy to knowledge kept secret from the public and even to some more learned scholars. These secrets not only include information about beasts and monsters, but also such things as gunpowder, "Holy Water", and certain drugs. Lucilia will often utilize this knowledge to help her work.
Devout - Lucilia's faith is unwavering, and so is her will. Even in the darkest moments she'll remain strong and fight until it is finally time for her to meet her maker. So no matter how beaten she is, how bleak the situation, she'll never lose hope not even after she loses her life.
Empathy - As odd as it may seem, Lucilia has a keen sense for people's emotions. She can feel their hidden fears, their sick pleasures, and their desperate cries for help underneath their laughter. This empathy allows her to better understand people as well as discern their true motives, as well as use it against them to manipulate their emotions for her own gain.

Weaknesses:
Fanatic - Just as she is devout, Lucilia is also insanely fanatic about her beliefs. For the most part she allows people to question her faith and lets them wallow in their own ignorance, but press the right buttons and make her question her faith, and she'll do nothing less then everything to prove where her loyalties lie.
Bound to the Church - Lucilia's loyalty ultimately does not lie with the crown, the guild, or even to her ideals, but her church. She'd follow them even if they turn against everything they stood for, because her belief is in them, not in the teachings she's suppose to follow.
Insomniac - Lucilia has a hard time trying to rest under the best of circumstances, and when she finally does she'll be difficult to awaken. This has gotten so bad that she had been made into an Inquisitor so she could make her own schedule instead of abiding by strict time clocks of her church.
Narrow Minded - When it comes to battle Lucilia takes out her opponents one at a time. That's fine if she's dueling someone, or has allies to watch her back, but should she be faced against a mob alone she may be able to eliminate perhaps three or four before she is eventually overwhelmed by the sheer amount.

Personality: Loyal, dutiful, and sharp. Or at least that's what Lucilia strives to be. Always questioning her strength, Lucilia continues to try and improve herself and others while doing her duties. A workaholic who sees the act of doing her job as an ends in and of itself. When she finds time to relax it's often only to alleviate the stress of her work so that she may soon return to it. She's a serious no-nonsense woman who tolerates little but respects those who do their part. You're rarely get a smile out of her but if you play your cards right you can at least earn her favor.

History: Lucilia was not invited by the hunters, but sought them out on behalf of her church, the Izalith. Their patron deity is said to be a goddess who first showed humanity flames, and thus showed them the power of innovation, creation, and light. Lucilia is part of a sect within her church known as the Blade of Izalith, inquisitors who serve her interests. Raised from birth to becoming a loyal warrior of Izalith, Lucilia joins the hunters under the command of her leaders, who seek to make an alliance with the church so that they could protect their people from the forces of darkness that would consume the world if left alone. Beyond that, there is very little of Lucilia's history that she cares to remember. She often accompanied members of the clergy to protect them, but has also fought in many wars in order for the church to continue their alliances with various nobles and nations.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@EliteCommander

Lemme go knock on his house.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lucilia Riovas

Lucilia soon returned towards her office carrying a small basket of blood candies. This was one of the more recently successful batches that Lucilia was going to box and send out as gifts to her allies in Djarkel and Eania, hopefully this might make some of the more independent covens more interested in collaborating with the college in the future. Speaking of diplomatic missions, she noticed Leith sitting outside of her office. Last she remembered she had sent him on a mission into Djarkel to speak to some of the college's allies. She hoped that everything turned out well for them, though Leith seemed sad. He was slumped against the wall like he had just hurt a friend's feeling. Not wanting to sour his mood, Lucilia crept over and playfully poked his cheek with a flower. "Boop. Hello Leith. Why so glum?"

@Konan375

Tyrael Marchosias

"Oh?

Henri would feel a burning sensation in his back as Tyrael glared at him. The flowers that were on his body began to wilt as his temperature rose, a good sign that Tyrael was about to activate his magic. His arms grew bigger and his fingers extended into sharp bladed claws as the demonomancy teacher her the newcomer flirt with Lyn. "What is this? An intruder in the college? We cannot allow that." Tyrael's black eyes looked into Henri's soul to mark him for death, or at least that's how it felt. For the most part Tyrael just looked like he was about to tear someone apart, partly out of intimidation, mostly because he really was and was only holding back because of the flowers that were now actively constricting his body.

Of course Tyrael had to calm down at some point, which was when Grey addressed him. Tyrael's claws turned back into hands, though his notably bulkier arms remained. "Hmph. I am fine. Just Lucilia's magic trying to ward off demons again." Grey seemed to have Henri handled for now, allowing Tyrael to focus his attention back to Lyn. Though he still looked like he was on the verge of mayhem, his expression soften (subtly) as he looked to Lyn. "I do not, miss Lyn. I have actually come to see if she has arrived, but I believe she has. Her team came sometime ago and she was not reported missing. I am certain that your mother is just resting. For now let us go and rest as well. Professor's orders. Later we may bring your mother something fresh to eat." In Lyn's company Tyrael relaxed, his arms returning back to normal as he turned to guide the students to the dinning hall. Normally they'd have to walk on the sidewalks, but it was faster going through the snow. For those who didn't want to get their feet wet, Tyrael would make a path as he walked through the snow, melting a path thanks to the heat radiating from his body. The flowers remained wilted, yet still showed stubborn signs of life.

@Fallenreaper@13org@EliteCommander@Freeshooter92

The Hunters and the Hunted - Open for Applications

Hunter’s Name: Lucilia Riovas
Age: 21
Appearance:

Weapon of choice:
Long Battleaxe

Armor of choice:
Breastplate (hidden underneath tabard)

Strengths:
Battle Harden - Lucilia is no stranger to the horrors and burdens of war. She has seen her fellow men and women torn apart by cannons, blades, and man's own innate savagery. She has been to the fields of slaughter where thousands of innocents are put to the blade for no reason other then convenience and spite. She has seen what her own soldiers would to to prisoners of war to slate their own hunger. And she has had a hand in all of these travesties, and sleeps soundly at night. Whether she is cutting down a infidel with her axe, or burning a witch at the stake, Lucilia is horrifically skilled and efficient.
Agile - Though her armor and weapon are often too heavy for the untrained, in her own hands Lucilia can move swiftly and dispatch her foes easily using the speed and weight of her weapon against them. She'll be in and out as fast as her axe swings, leaving a bloody mess behind.
Holy Knowledge - As an Inquisitor, Lucilia is privy to knowledge kept secret from the public and even to some more learned scholars. These secrets not only include information about beasts and monsters, but also such things as gunpowder, "Holy Water", and certain drugs. Lucilia will often utilize this knowledge to help her work.
Devout - Lucilia's faith is unwavering, and so is her will. Even in the darkest moments she'll remain strong and fight until it is finally time for her to meet her maker. So no matter how beaten she is, how bleak the situation, she'll never lose hope not even after she loses her life.
Empathy - As odd as it may seem, Lucilia has a keen sense for people's emotions. She can feel their hidden fears, their sick pleasures, and their desperate cries for help underneath their laughter. This empathy allows her to better understand people as well as discern their true motives, as well as use it against them to manipulate their emotions for her own gain.

Weaknesses:
Fanatic - Just as she is devout, Lucilia is also insanely fanatic about her beliefs. For the most part she allows people to question her faith and lets them wallow in their own ignorance, but press the right buttons and make her question her faith, and she'll do nothing less then everything to prove where her loyalties lie.
Bound to the Church - Lucilia's loyalty ultimately does not lie with the crown, the guild, or even to her ideals, but her church. She'd follow them even if they turn against everything they stood for, because her belief is in them, not in the teachings she's suppose to follow.
Insomniac - Lucilia has a hard time trying to rest under the best of circumstances, and when she finally does she'll be difficult to awaken. This has gotten so bad that she had been made into an Inquisitor so she could make her own schedule instead of abiding by strict time clocks of her church.
Narrow Minded - When it comes to battle Lucilia takes out her opponents one at a time. That's fine if she's dueling someone, or has allies to watch her back, but should she be faced against a mob alone she may be able to eliminate perhaps three or four before she is eventually overwhelmed by the sheer amount.

Personality: Loyal, dutiful, and sharp. Or at least that's what Lucilia strives to be. Always questioning her strength, Lucilia continues to try and improve herself and others while doing her duties. A workaholic who sees the act of doing her job as an ends in and of itself. When she finds time to relax it's often only to alleviate the stress of her work so that she may soon return to it. She's a serious no-nonsense woman who tolerates little but respects those who do their part. You're rarely get a smile out of her but if you play your cards right you can at least earn her favor.

History: Lucilia was not invited by the hunters, but sought them out on behalf of her church, the Izalith. Their patron deity is said to be a goddess who first showed humanity flames, and thus showed them the power of innovation, creation, and light. Lucilia is part of a sect within her church known as the Blade of Izalith, inquisitors who serve her interests. Raised from birth to becoming a loyal warrior of Izalith, Lucilia joins the hunters under the command of her leaders, who seek to make an alliance with the church so that they could protect their people from the forces of darkness that would consume the world if left alone. Beyond that, there is very little of Lucilia's history that she cares to remember. She often accompanied members of the clergy to protect them, but has also fought in many wars in order for the church to continue their alliances with various nobles and nations.