MelonHead

silver leaves remake.

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http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/46222/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1391283

The Silver Leaves; A Northern Crusade.

Joshua Garred

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Username: MelonHead

Name: Joshua Garred

Age: 24

Archtype: Bruiser Priest

Personality: (External) Rough and ready, course, blunt, good-humoured, loyal, brave.
(Internal) Religious, moral, disillusioned, insecure.

Weapon Training: None formally, though he has hands-on experience with hand-to-hand fighting and favors blunt weapons due to his significant strength advantage.

Abilities: Healing Hands, basic healing magic (works on target, but offers passive healing to the user at a far less direct and advanced rate). Purification, advanced affliction curing (deals with poison, disease, and other unholy or magic afflictions that can effect a person, though its effects vary.)

Race: Human

Appearance: A large man, not at all what one would expect from a priest and a healer, Joshua stands at roughly 6 and a half feet tall, with obviously muscled arms and a generally large appearance. Though not overweight, he carries more fat and muscle than one would expect for times when food is hard to come by, which makes him a formidable opponent in terms of pure strength, where he easily outclasses the large majority of humans and other flimsier species. His face is incredibly average with short blonde hair, blue eyes and a crooked smile only marked by a nose broken in the past, and his skin a tanned white, with a few barely noticeable scars here and there. His general appearance looks more like an ex-soldier than a priest.

Background: Joshua grew up on a farm, the youngest of four children and sadly the cause of his mother's demise at child-birth. Born a large child, working on the farm only hastened his growth, that and a knack for stealing food-stuffs wherever he could find it. Unfortunately for him, his usefulness on the farm was far outweighed by his food bill and the ever circling lawmen on the tail of his antics, his father did the only thing he could for the greater good, though Joshua would always swear he did it out of spite for his existence. His price was far more decent then his father could have ever imagined though, for he was one of the gifted.

Joshua was inducted into the Church of the Creator in Lussi (or rather sold by his struggling father) at a young age, for such a fanatical group is always eager to prove they have an actual divine’s blessing with healers and other mages at their disposal to produce acts of wonder for the lesser beings. Obviously, Joshua was one of those rare sorts who was just not –right- to be a priest. The final proof, as you were, if any was ever necessary, that one could be born a healer, but not always a priest. Strangely enough it was more the oppressive restrictions of church life, abstinence, refraining from drink, that sort of thing, which got to him. He was always somewhat taken in by the religious indoctrination side, and is still a fervent believer with some minor authority as a priest (though he could never be formally recognised as one anymore, he couldn't definitely pose convincingly as one.)

After participating in one bar-fight too many, he was banished from the church, his end goal finally reached he wandered plying his gift for money where he went, until his requirements for excitement finally got the best of him and he felt the need to join a certain mercenary guild.

Country of Origin: Lussi

Weapons: A stout wooden cudgel, iron-knuckle-duster-esque equipment.

Clothing: A set of brown priest robes which the insignia’s removed, covering a burnished iron breast plate and tough leather clothing. He also wears iron bracers, providing him some protection from sword strikes if he’s quick enough to move his arm in the way.

Equipment: Sackcloth bag filled with basic rations and equipment one would expect from a mercenary, and a small black leather bound holy book which one probably wouldn't.

The Priesthood: This is where I'll be adding pros and cons of Joshua's (sort of) unusual background as I think of them.

Pros: Joshua can read and write.
He can provide basic priestly services, though not legally binding nor technically sound in religious terms neither.
His gift of healing has been developed and he has been tutored in its proper usage, on top of a deeper understanding of human biology.
He knows a lot about the specific priest hood he belonged to.
He can play the part of a priest particularly well, which can help him avoid trouble.

Cons: Morally questionable (for a mercenary) can make him reluctant to kill, wouldn't kill an innocent of defenseless person under almost any circumstance.
Religiously Intolerant
Unaccustomed to the consistently hard life of a mercenary, especially at war. (Though his life has still been comparably difficult, and very few would call him weak.)
Lack of anything resembling military or even basic combat training.

Operation: Dead Man's Hand

Well, I'm honestly still interested to see where this goes.

silver leaves remake.

I'd be interested

Operation: Dead Man's Hand

Card may have gone unnoticed in different ways by the two very different threats around him, but peeking out from behind a low wall his eyes tracked every movement of the gnarly older white man who had every look of an old school biker. It wasn’t hard to guess why Card was paying special attention to the first human he had seen in at least forty eight hours which showed some semblance of thought. Better yet, he saw an opportunity, and was happy to take it, when he inevitable alerted the horde outside to his presence he was sure to get killed.

Card’s happy musings were cut short by an earth-shaking explosion, which caused him to literally leap out of his skin. Having little to no familiarity with such things, Card shook uncontrollably for about a minute before he braved looking over his cover again, spotting the smoke on the road ahead and the man from before making a beeline for –his- library, using the brief confusion he had caused as the perfect distraction.

“Fuck.” Card spat, diving over the wall in a moment of brief, un-considered bravery. He landed in a run, following his older companion’s footsteps as best as he could by making his way to the Library while the coast was relatively clear.

Card was a lot more cautious on entering, because there was no telling what a man starting explosions off on the road would do to him if they crossed paths. Hopefully, considering the size of the place, he wouldn’t have to find out. Pushing through plush doors he shimmied a rucksack off his back and pulled out his stun gun, clutching it shakily as he returned the backpack to its rightful place and scuttled off into the depths, hoping to lose himself in stacks of literature, figuratively of course, Card didn’t like reading.

--- Summary ---

Card lucks out and leeches off Vincent's distraction to enter the library about half a minute behind him, he sets off on his own personal adventure, hoping to avoid trouble as only he can.

Operation: Dead Man's Hand

Alright starting up the post that -should- get Card into the library where he can start annoying people.

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GN's Fragpused

Daemon Web- NMV

In case it wasn't clear, I'm leaving the fight.

Didn't really like how you capitalised on my absence, it left a sour taste in my mouth that was going to effect the rest of the battle anyway, and honestly I'm getting a little bored of Arena fighting and post by post as a whole.

Daemon Web- NMV

Fury had obviously been more significantly injured than he thought when he was taken completely unawares by his opponent and launched skyward by a shield-piercing, bone breaking punch.

However, finding himself already airborne was quite the boon, as he decided to shoot upwards and far out of his opponent’s range, leaving the fight for greener pastures while he allowed himself some time to heal, after all there wasn’t really any reason to stick around anyway, and Fury didn’t care that much about Khazna, he could fight his own battles. So, without much else to do he floated off, his eyes taking in a large and interesting energy signature which he dimly remembered was their original objective.

Daemon Web- NMV

How about the fact that I'd only posted one line of text in three days?

If I'd known you were so angsty to get on I'd have let you know, but alerting my RP partners to my short absence wasn't first in my list of priorities when moving things to a new house, ya'know.