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Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Well I've already started it, so there's that! But for now Im waiting on a few CSes and so I don't want to put a time on it yet. Tonight I might check up on some people, though tbh ill probably just wait.
Im ok with that number to start with, I just want to give them a chance.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Name:

Taric Vesero, “The Butcher Lord”

Age:

42

Race:

Human

Appearance:

Taric is a man of moderate size, standing near six feet with a slim build. Loose, tattered clothing adorns his skin, dark breeches and coat covered by a threadbare hooded cloak, deep brown in color. A mop of graying blonde hair frames his face, cut in rough ends near his shoulders. His green eyes are narrow and creased, a contrast to a small, straight nose and smooth lips on a pale face that might have once been handsome. Taric is usually seen with a large travelling pack and never seen without his sword belt, with a blade on each hip.

Personality:

Taric is often compared to a wild animal. He bears no social stigma, no method when it comes to interacting with others; he simply does as his impulses demand. He often ignores the common rabble, but when someone takes his interest, he will immediately pursue them. Most of Taric’s pursuits end when his target is either robbed, killed, or scandalized. Occasionally a cause will sweep him up, and within such a cause he can be docile, or even cooperative, with a goal to seek and keep him from the machinations of his mind. When Taric is calm he is often dire, speaking little and more often mumbling cryptic secrets.

Morality/Religion:

Taric has no thought to spare for religion, or anything beyond the scope of his physical being. He simply analyzes his surroundings, and acts on instinct and whim. His view on the concepts of good and evil are quite vague, and he believes instead in action and reaction. The descended gods are only another obstacle in his reality, one which may or may not intrigue him on any given day.

Biography:

To many, Taric is known as the Butcher Lord. It is common knowledge that he was once a noble in service to King Elrin, and a fairly amiable one at that. It is also common knowledge that his wife, Frejna Vesero, was lost to a fever, and it is believed that her death is what broke his mind. After several months of confining himself to his keep, Taric invited many other lords to dinner, lords whom he was very close to. Taric slaughtered them all that night, hacking away their limbs in a frenzied trance, and did not stop until the last survivors of his servants fled the estate.

It is unclear what happened to Taric after that night, but nearly a year later rumors began to surface. He was leading a large band of men, preying on outlying nobles and amassing a larger army. Taric proved a formidable foe and expert strategist despite his madness, but his men were untrained and too few, and after several skirmishes with the bannermen of lesser lords, Taric’s rebellion was quelled. He fled into hiding once more.

The First Descent put a true end to Taric’s campaign. Over the subsequent years, his band retired to fighting the extraplanar beings that invaded the land. It was a losing battle. After a failed expedition to a fallen town to recover resources, Taric lost the remainder of his army, and has since retreated to the outskirts of Urenda.

Other Notes:

Class:

Dual Swordsman

Skill Points:

0 / 7

Fighting Style:

Dual Swordsman - Taric wields a blade in each hand, dancing like a whirlwind of razors. (free)

Magic Style:

Hel's Gate - Somewhere in Taric's mad ramblings, a dark magic infected him and manifested itself in otherworldly chants and incantations. These incantations open a channel of mana within Taric's body known has Hel's Gate. The Gate's power possesses his mind, shattering rational thought, but allows him to call forth dark energy. This dark energy alters the fabric of the mortal plane in some way, often manifesting in illusions of the mind. The more it is used, the greater its power becomes, and the further Taric slips into insanity. (1 SP)

Weapons / Tools:

• Longsword (free)
• Shortsword (1 SP)

Skills / Abilities:>list][*]Military Strategy (1 SP)/list]
Natural Abilities:

• Natural Affinity: Quick Reflexes (1 SP)

Spells / Magical Abilities:

• Swallow Dance: Casts multiple illusions of his blades, confusing opponents as he slashes. Creates 2 illusion blades per slash for 3 slashes. (1 SP)
• Shadow Mist: Covers a wide area in a black fog, obscuring vision. Covers a 30 foot radius around the caster and lasts for 1 minute. (1 SP)
• Nighteye: Enables night vision. Lasts 1 hour. (1 SP)

General Equipment:

• Travelling Pack
• Wineskin
• Coin Purse
• Skinning Knife
• Rations

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

@Kimiyosis Ok, then I'd probably say their lifespan could be up to 60, but because they are animistic, they don't age as fast and typically die still fit, although elderly.

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@Kimiyosis Is s/he a natural lycanthrope or a turned lycanthrope?

@Tancuras Thank ya much! I'll move 'em over.

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@Baconator Alright! I have no actual issues with your CS. Just background wise, in the siege against Kord'An, the forces that attacked them would've most likely have been driven by the demons/abominations/shadows, but that's just fluff and really doesn't matter. But accepted! I shall move him promptly.

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Okie dokes, I'll hold off on transferring him until the final edit. I will say he looks good at the moment!

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@Baconator Kragen is also a famous demon hunter.
I look at your power not by story, but by skill point allotment and ability power. Because your equipment/abilities/fighting style are lowly leveled, those are the mechanics I will follow. Our characters will all have impressive backstories because this is a time for extraordinary heroes!!!!! Lol, but seriously, he's leveled fine, so its good. Is he completed? o3o

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@Riaxh It wouldn't be a magic style because they, enchanters, dont use magic themselves. It's a skill. It involves imbuing items with raw mana. It comes in different forms naturally, so you can mix it with molten ore, you can encrust it/embellish with it, ect.

Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

Oh one thing I forgot to mention about this RP, fights in this unless against each other will typically be free of what you choose, however I request that you make the fight interesting, wether that be through cool sequences or it be completely funny that's all I ask, other then that you have free reign over the enemies that I sent to face you guys

@AgentFallenSoul

Alright, posted! I didn't want to end the conflict.

Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

The dark elf's eyes widened at the number of contracts the woman pulled from her bag. He hadn't realized the extend of the conflict in the area, and he made a note to himself to keep aware for those with... nefarious purposes in his dealings. The Xanara's words intrigued him; just who was she to watch over these guilds? And who would want to curtail the guilds'chaotic behavior. It seemed there was much more intrigue in the area than Iouril had though at first glance. He was glad that he had not encountered much trouble in the area, though his dealings in the south most likely reflected the Annos Dorei's rising tensions, if her words were to be believed.

He sat back in his chair, swirling his wine and watching the interaction between the bartender and Eri. It seemed he was right in assuming she was a local. His eyes swiveled to the corner of the room, where a man had come to accost his new associates. He watched the encounter coldly, not surprised at how fast it escalated. He was no stranger to brawls. He leaned back, impressed with the Xanara's immediate response. The dark elf groaned lowly as she baited them on; such a display could've scared the louts away had they no backbone, though pride insured they respond to her taunts.

The group approached, and the elf slowly drew a dagger from his belt, holding it in a reverse grip against his wrist. His companions were just as much of targets as he, but, in the moment, he wasn't concerned; this Eri obviously knew how to handle herself, and between the two of them (and that was with the assumption that, the other girl, Sylvia, did nothing; and over that Iouril had no knowledge). He stood easily from his stool, his piercing crimson eyes narrowing at the two men who singled him out. Before they got too close, he pressed upon his dark skin with his knife, easily slicing a thick laceration on the outer side of his forearm. As the viscous fluid started to run down his wrist and to his clutched hand, it gathered on his fingers. A sneer formed on his lips and his brow furrowed as he winced through the slight but familiar pain that came from the drawing of his blood. After a moment, he flicked his hand at the closer of his adversaries; from his fingers came darts of blood, and they splattered across the man's chest. A startled cry left his lips, which turned to more panicked fumbling as his shirt began to smolder as the hex burned him. As his friend was distracted, the elf quickly spun his stool around and kicked it toward them, catching them off guard and making them stumble and fall into each other. The dark elf flipped his knife around, and carved a matching cut on his other arm, awaiting their refocused approach.