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Journey Through Aereos

Cheon

Cheon had just arrived at the gates into Noble Haven, wondering just how long he'd have to wait for the stiff-faced guardsmen to confirm his position, when the sound of rapid steps made his ears swivel under his cap. The warbeast's eyes narrowed, scabbard pressed to his brow like a shade as he watched a dot rapidly grow in size, heralded by the clattering steps of a familiar courier. Cheon raised his arms and stepped aside, an over-exaggerated dodge that allowed the man to skid to a gasping stop in the center of the path. "Moumantai, good man! Where's the fire?"

Probably on the other end of town and then some, if Christopher's breathless orders were anything to go by. A frightening report from the marches, perhaps? At any rate, once the orders were conveyed, the gate was lifted and the courier turned to him, still as red-faced and out-of-breath as a trainee on the first day.

"I suppose that description is correct enough," the warbeast answered obliquely, but proudly. Master Yuan and some of the other elders would surely have him stacking stones on his legs if he went around dishonoring the sect's good name with the last three days of immoderacy. Chris' unspoken assumption was right on the money, though; Cheon could do with a bit of exercise now that he was all limbered up from that massage. Gathering at the gate struck him as a mite more expedient, but the common saying about matters of taste applied to mercenary work just as much as it did to mercantilism.

"Far be it from me to keep a client from letting me earn my daily bread..." the warbeast shrugged to the dust cloud where Christopher used to be. He glanced over his shoulder at the duo rushing up the path. 'Some' and 'Support', he surmised. 'Some' was a rustail(?) around the same height, but Cheon was usually hunched forward trying to make himself look smaller, more humble, and less martial than he actually was. 'Support' was a pointy-eared human who was smaller, even considering his effective height. She was the one who opted to broach conversation first.

"I, Cheon of Shinma Temple, greet you, Aelyeth and Ebthor." He hooked off his hat with the pommel of his sword and saluted in the traditional fashion: a straight-backed bow with a flat hand over the one holding the scabbard of his sheathed blade. For a moment, he almost looked like a proper martial artist. Then he dropped the cap back over his black-tipped ears, and like a weight, it seemed to pull him down into that stooped, unassuming posture. His level of professionalism changed accordingly.

"Indeed!" He answered every question at once with a single word, a carefree tone, and a pivot. The length of his blue robe followed behind him. "Let's get our bread."

Journey Through Aereos

Cheon

Favors like dripping water should be repaid with gushing springs.

Cheon once studied under a master who was fond of dispensing adages and koans like a Guinispo missionary did scripture. But where the original meaning spoke to the necessity of generosity, gratitude and mutual benefit, time as a wanderer equipped him with a far more transactional lens by which to examine to the proverb: if someone does something nice for you, they expect something in return. Usually it was something violent, if only because the blade on his hip and the word on the street precluded more peaceable impressions.

It was in moments like these that Cheon invoked a line of his own: don't look a gift horse in the mouth. If Simon Henrich was playing an angle, then he would gladly play the fool. All expenses were paid simply meant he had to make sure all expenses were paid. By the dawn of the third day, the vulpine warbeast had sampled all the delights made available to them: from the countless local delicacies to the hosts of entertainers to the medley of leisure activities.

As a skilled masseuse unwound the tension in his muscles, Cheon looked over the unopened letter he'd been passed. He split the seal with a black claw, and scanned the contents within: a letter and a map.

Like all things, it seemed that his brief time at the aptly-named Royal Respite had finally come to an end. Lykke was truly a fickle mistress. Last week, he'd been sleeping outside like a beggar, hat pulled over his eyes to ward away the desert sunrise. This week, he'd sat in the lap of luxury, receiving succor for his sore paws. With this morning's letter, there was no doubt in his mind that the coin was flipping towards the former moreso than the latter.

But before that happened, he planned to finish his massage!

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Cheon's breed was swift-footed by nature. Armed with both a verbal and visual map, there was little question that he could have cut much closer to the deadline if he so chose. However, punctuality had been ingrained in Cheon from a very young age. Duelists did not arrive late nor did they arrive precisely on time; they arrived early, for reasons as numerous as blades in an army.

In this case, Cheon simply wanted to have enough time to appreciate the scenery cultivated by Fiugnia's eponymous Rose Holder. The arboreal vistas of the enchanted rainforest were so far removed from the outlying desert or the central plains of his homeland. Wandering through countries like Fiugnia was always an experience that fostered humbleness and resentment in equal parts. Uninhibited by the constant ebb and flow of borders, art, architecture and infrastructure could flourish and intermingle beyond simply well-decorated arms, well-marched roads and well-defended fortresses.

At any rate, Cheon too made his way to Simon's Estate in the Noble Haven.

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Cheon Shinma

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Racial Lineage

Racial Category: Warbeast

Racial Category Feature: Increase Speed by 5ft

Sub-race: Custom Lineage

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Background

Background: Investigator

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Oh, right. This is probably important. Are we doing theater of the mind or grid-based combat?

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Would it be possible to get a brief overview of the various nations in Aereos?

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Fiend Warlock seems like it could be dramatic, but not something I'm terribly keen on playing myself...

Oh, speaking of cosmic wheeling and dealing, any particular ramifications the current cosmic situation has for making or portraying Clerics?

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Sounds pretty cash. I'm down to play as well.

Wanted! Looking for Brave Adventurer for a Solo Campaign [D&D 5e]

Being an isekai protagonist sounds fun.

GODSPEED

Oh, I have an idea for this... Gonna post up the WIP and work on content and formatting throughout the day/tomorrow.

Character Sheet WIP

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"That's just how those stories go. Monsters kill men. Heroes kill monsters. Men kill heroes. It's like rock-paper-scissors. Or Pokémon."

「Name」

Connor Lyons

「Nicknames」

N/A

「Age」

17

「Birthday」

December 21

「Gender」

Male

「Reincarnation Of?」

Heracles, God of Heroes and Protector of Mankind

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「Height」

6’4”

「Weight」

182lbs

「Physical Description」

Connor is tall, dark-skinned young man with light brown eyes and a particularly youthful face. He keeps his wooly black hair cut short and neat--people familiar with him will note that he hasn't really changed his hairstyle since kindergarten. As a baseball player for the Rose Beach High team, he judiciously maintains an athletic build to optimize his performance on the field. While fairly large and possessed of a well-developed physique, he's not particularly intimidating; his appearance has drawn comparisons to a big dog on account of his size and amiability. His wardrobe leans towards lumberjack style, with an emphasis on jackets and plaid. His little brother makes fun of him for it.

Also he has a nice butt.

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「Personality」

Mom friend

「Likes」

✓ Baseball
✓ Shōnen anime and manga
✓ Psuedoscience, conspiracy theories and unsolved mysteries
✓ Comic books and comic book movies
✓ Dad’s grilled cheese sandwiches
✓ Fast cars

「Dislikes」

✗ Excessive partying
✗ Troublemaking
✗ Large housepets
✗ Modern art
✗ Teenage politics
✗ Poorly constructed memes

「Fears」

▸ Becoming his parents
▸ Leading an unfulfilled life
▸ Aliens

「Ambitions」

▸ To become somebody important
▸ To travel the world

「Backstory」

For much of his childhood, Connor lived a boring, classically-American life in Rose Beach, Delaware with his parents, Ethan and Abigail, and younger brother of four years, Ian. However, it was not a happy life beneath the well-constructed veneer of Americana, at least not for his parents.

When Connor was eight, his parents legally separated. His father, a mediocre man by all respects, could not stand living in the shadow of his extraordinary wife. Eventually his father’s inferiority complex came to boil, and he decided it would be best for them to go their separate ways so he could work through his personal issues. For the most part, they parted amiably, with the intent to either divorce or reconcile at a later date depending on how things went. Connor went with his mother, and Ian, the father.

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「God-Given Power」

Heroic Condition
Before his apotheosis, Heracles was the greatest hero of classical mythology. Through wit, skill and sheer vigor of being, Heracles accomplished many great feats. He built and conquered nations, he slayed and captured monsters, he endured and overcame innumerable labours and was showered with glories from man and god alike.

And in the end he was killed by his clingy girlfriend.

Truly a relatable story for the modern teen.

As incarnation of the hero-god of Greece, the power Connor holds within is not eldritch knowledge or dominion over natural concepts. His power is the ability to become a hero for humanity through exemplification of the human condition. A hero must be stronger than any man, hardier than any man, and smarter than any man. A hero must live harder, fight harder, and feel harder. They must be human, but also more than human, for how else can one inspire humans to reach beyond their limits?

Currently, Connor’s body and mind are solidly above normal human capability. It wouldn’t be unrealistic to say he can compare to Olympic athletes or true geniuses. That said, there’s definitely a need to get used to the sudden shift in his physical abilities so he’s a bit clumsier than he used to be.